Chapter Eighteen

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Chapter Eighteen

Sunday morning dawned after an eventful night which had left both Draco and Hermione completely drained, but as usual, their energy seemed to have bounced back, ready for another go. Hermione got a real kick out of finally understanding the gushy can't-keep-their-hands-off-each-other thing Harry and Ginny had gone through for a while. Sometimes, they still seemed to be going through it, truth be told. Now Hermione's annoyance with their public displays of affection turned to knowing kinship. She had joined the club. She planned to hang off of Draco's lips as much as possible, whether they were alone or in front of the entire wizarding world.

As the shimmering alarm floated above them, the couple couldn't stand the idea of not being satiated at least once before leaving for breakfast.

They had no time to waste with gentleness, so Draco just shoved Hermione back onto his mattress, eliciting a gasp from her that finished hardening his dick, making it strain beneath his boxers with a fury that was only increased a hundred fold by his feelings for her. She looked up at him with a hunger that mirrored his own, and she grabbed his boxer band and pulled him onto her, giving him barely enough time to stop himself from crushing her by throwing his hands on either side.

Hermione couldn't believe how uninhibited she felt with Draco. Part of it was that they obviously had similar "preferences," but she knew most of it was that she truly trusted him. She looked into his captivating steel eyes for a second. Oh, hell, why not admit it? She was thoroughly in love with him, too.

She could feel his hardness, and she literally felt her mouth begin to water. Enough staring. She brought her face to his again, grabbing at his blonde hair, shoving her tongue through his teeth so it could find his. He groaned into her mouth with pleasant surprise, although he should have known she would take whatever she wanted however she wanted it. She was an animal, this one. A lioness, in fact.

The wetness between Hermione's legs began to throb more painfully beneath her knickers with every one of Draco's moans. She wanted him as close to her as humanly possible. She pushed her sex against his, making sure he knew she wanted him inside of her, just in case he couldn't tell.

He was busy trying not to come from just the idea of being inside her again, so when she started rubbing herself against him, he dragged his hand between them, holding her down by her upper thigh. She tried to push upward, clearly getting pissed off at being controlled, and he couldn't help letting a little chuckle slip between their mouths.

She pulled her face from his with sucking pop. "Malfoy, what the fuck?"

It was so funny Draco laughed out loud, and to his utter shock, she smacked him! She actually smacked his face. "Granger, Jesus!" Maybe he should have been angry, but he nearly came all over himself inside his boxers. Her frustration was hotter than Hell, and that smack made him want to tear the fabric from her little pussy without restraint.

Instead, he bit into her neck, eliciting a scream of pain, but she urged him on by moving her face further out of the way. He chewed at the skin, finally tearing at her tiny t-shirt, pulling it up over her head to reveal possibly the most perfect breasts in England. She started moving her hips again, roughly grazing her pussy against his hardness, making him cry out and bite into her neck again.

When her panties were nearly soaked, she decided he'd had control long enough. The pressure between her legs was almost too much to bear, and somewhere underneath it all, her feelings for Draco made her throbbing even more intense. She needed him. Now. She shoved her hands between them, pushing his off her thigh and grabbing at his boxers. He was too blindsided to catch her wrist before she had them partway down, and he just lifted his ass a little to give her more room. Meanwhile he directed his attention to her breasts, lapping at her left nipple, even biting it gently. She was panting with pleasure, and he realized he was, too. By the time she had his underwear down to his knees, he was suckling her right breast.

"Oh... Draco...shit. Oh, fuck." She had bent her head down to look between them, and the sight of his cock had obviously pleased her. Without warning, she wrapped her fingers around it roughly, moving her body downward, making him release her nipple with a painful smack.

"Hermione... Jesus. What are you...oh, bloody hell." Her warm mouth was already around him, her tongue rubbing around the head of his dick while she moved her mouth down his shaft. His hips began to thrust involuntarily, and once again, he feared he would release before he could feel the clinging walls of her pussy massaging him with their slick wetness.

Oh, shit. Quidditch, Draco. Quidditch.

He tried...he really did...but Quidditch just wasn't going to distract him. He pulled himself from her mouth, moving down her body to the waistline of her knickers before she could protest. He wanted to taste her, and he wasn't letting anything stop him from the diversion. He ripped the blue fabric of the poor panties apart, and her soft, brown curls came up to meet his mouth, already parted slightly, showing him just the place where his tongue needed to go. He thrust it in, lapping at the sensitive nub, making her cry out and begin thrusting at him. He licked in rhythm, moving his tongue in circles, swallowing her tangy taste with relish. He could do this forever.

He reached his hands around to her buttocks, grasping them to pull her hips closer. His tongue moved her pussy lips apart further, and he began thrusting his tongue inside of her, nearly making her scream. "Draco! Oh, fuck." He could feel her arse tightening in his hands and he knew she was ready to come for him. He brought his tongue back up to her clit and began to suck, making her scream out his name...his first name...as she convulsed with orgasm.

She didn't stay where she was long. The second her shaking subsided, she pushed him off, flipping him on his back, straddling him with astonishing agility. She wasted no time in shoving herself down on him, making his cock thrust hard into her dripping wetness, almost making him come immediately. "Hermione! Oh, gods! You have to slow down or I'm..."

She started sliding herself up and down, having him trapped once again, which she clearly enjoyed. His little sadist. She leaned forward and looked into his eyes, and then she suddenly burrowed into his neck and bit it hard. Draco screamed in pain, but the kind of pain he'd like to be feeling every day for the rest of his life. She pounded down on him hard, still biting, and in a matter of seconds he thrust up into her all the way, exploding inside her, feeling the walls of her pussy contracting around him as she cried out in a second orgasm.

He felt like he released forever before he finally relaxed his muscles and let his hips fall back down on the bed, still inside of her. She collapsed on him, burying her face in his neck, just breathing this time. He unconsciously moved his arms around her. He wanted to do this...be this...with her for the rest of his life. He knew it was crazy, but all they had been through in the past weeks made him look at the truth...no games, no lies. Why did people play and go through silly rituals, working up to an "acceptable time" to admit the inevitable fact that they would marry?

"I love you, Granger... I love you," he whispered.

"I love you, too, Malfoy. I don't know what the fuck happened to us, but I love you." Her voice broke a little on her last word, and he just pulled her back into his arms, holding her for the last minutes before they had to drag themselves into the shower.

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"What in bloody fucking hell..." questioned Ron the second Draco and Hermione flooed into the Weasley hearth. They were closely followed by Narcissa, whom they had collected on their way. Ron thought for a moment that he might be hallucinating again, but then he vaguely remembered something about some breakfast his mum had informed him about through his medicated fog. He sure as hell didn't remember any Malfoys having permission to hold Hermione's hand, though.

"What in bloody fucking hell?" questioned Ron yet again when he saw his best friend jump up to greet the Faggoty Ferret. What was this? Had Voldemort risen from the dead? Was Hermione under the Imperius Curse?

Ron felt George's hand patting his shoulder. "Calm down there, mate. We have loads to tell you when you're ready, but for now, just enjoy your juice." George was chuckling irritatingly, and Ron's scowl drew snickers from more than one of his other siblings. They could always count on Ron to overreact every bit as much as Molly or Ginny, and everyone could see this would be one entertaining family gathering.

"What in bloody fucking hell?!"

At that, everyone just burst out laughing. Even Narcissa lost her composure a bit. This new awakening of Malfoy, Potter, and Weasley friendship was something no one could ever have predicted, but she had a feeling she would never have a dull moment in this life again.