An Unconventional Happily-Ever-After, Chapter 4
Title: An Unconventional Happily-Ever-After
Chapter: Four
Pairing: Hermione/Draco
Rating: NC-17 for this chapter
Categories: AU, Romance, Humour
Summary: When Draco and Hermione touch something they're not supposed to be playing with, it results in them landing headfirst into what resembles the plot of a bodice ripper-esque novel. If it involves breeches and wire hoops, you better know it's going to be good. XD
Notes: Everyone, all together now: smut! This story's about to get good. :)
Diclaimer: It's all property of J.K. Rowling and all associated subsidiaries.
She coughed and cleared her throat. "I'm pretty sure there aren't any more buttons," she said weakly.
In response, he let his hands slide up to her shoulders and pushed the sleeves down her arms.
"What are you doing?" she squeaked. Where was all her Gryffindor courage now?
"Do I even have to answer that?" he asked, as he drew the bodice of the gown down her torso.
"Are--are you sure this is a good idea?"
He turned her around and caught her in his arms. His silvery eyes darkened as he drank her in. Her cheeks were flushed and her hair was slightly disheveled already, and he hadn't even started. Her breasts were prominently displayed thanks to the corset, and she turned her head away under his scrutiny. He caught her chin in his hand and brought his face closer. He leaned in until his lips were a hairbreadth away from hers.
"I happen to think it is a very good idea," he replied, his breath ghosting over her skin. His mouth came down on hers, softly but insistently, Her heart was stuttering in her chest as he nibbled on her bottom lip, his tongue sweeping into her mouth as it opened of its own accord. She had her arms looped around his neck because she was pretty certain that if she let go her knees were going to cave out from underneath her. He had moved his mouth from hers to travel along her jawline, down the soft column of her neck, to the point where her shoulder connected. Without warning, he bit the sensitive spot of her collarbone and she shuddered. She had her hands splayed over his chest and reciprocating his actions earlier, pushed his jacket onto the floor. Her hands trembled as she tried to undo his shirt. Impatient, she tugged insistently until she succeeded in scattering the tiny buttons on the floor. He clasped her hands in his and captured her mouth again in a slow, sweet kiss, one that made her breathless with wanting.
She was vaguely aware that she shouldn't be doing this a) because she was a firm believer in not mixing her personal and professional lives and b) maybe she was jumping to conclusions, but this didn't seem like it was going to be a simple one night stand. Before she could analyze this, however, his kissing became more feverish and intense. He was steering her slowly but surely towards the expansive bed. However, Draco tripped on the hem of the cumbersome dress and she landed with an unladylike 'oomph' under him. Every nerve in her body was aware of the skin on skin contact. Her heart started thumping wildly under his rakish gaze. He dragged a thumb slowly along the curve of her breast, keeping eye contact the entire time. She sucked in a ragged breath and his tongue and lips reached down to follow the path he traced. Unconsciously, she curled her legs around his and arched her hips a little closer to feel him rub tortuously against her throbbing center.
"Ungh," he gasped. "Don't...do that."
"What, this?" And she rolled her hips a little.
She was pretty sure she hadn't ever heard that expletive before.
"How the fuck do I get this dress off?" A feral gleam lit his eyes. He reached down and hiked up as much purple fabric as he could grab...and encountered more fabric.
"Damnit," he swore, looking pissed. She was pissed too. She was rather enjoying his ministrations. "Fuck this." And he grabbed a length of satin, tugging it off with an ominous ripping noise.
She felt tingling up and down her spine. This was turning her on, and she felt the pressure between her legs increase considerably. "I'm pretty sure that can't be fixed," she croaked.
He looked at her, his eyes dark as slate. And then he disappeared under her skirts. She watched as he flipped her slippers off into the distance. She inhaled sharply when she felt him curl his fingers into the tops of the silk stockings, dragging them slowly down her legs, following the path with his lips and tongue, over her calf, down to her toes. He repeated the actions on her other leg, and she gasped when she felt his lips on the inside of her thigh.
He liked imagining what her face looked like, as he hid in the shadowy depths of material, licking and nipping at the satiny smooth skin of her leg. He drew his fingers over her hip, and down to the flimsy fabric separating him from his destination. He drew slow circles on the fabric until she moaned a little, and that was all the motivation he needed to divest her of the knickers and slide a finger into her, where she was already wet and aching. She whimpered a little as he slid a second finger in, torturing her by going so slowly she could barely stand it. Every time she tried to get closer by bucking her hips into his hand, he pulled back. He drew his tongue around her nub in circles, enjoying her little gasps and pants as he finally used his teeth and lips to pleasure her. She was so close...so close...
"Please...please..." she begged, writhing under his talented hands. And then he crooked his fingers just so, and she fell apart, shaking, as her climax washed over her. He emerged from her skirts with a smug look on his face.
"Fuck you," she said faintly, but not really meaning it. It should be illegal to use those hands on innocent, unsuspecting women.
"Soon enough," he quipped cheekily. He took in the sight of her, flushed and breathless, a delectable blush spreading to her chest. She hadn't seen anything yet. He scooped her up and tossed her on the bed ("Really smooth, Draco," she commented) and peeled his clothing off, leaving the breeches, which were so snug that it left nothing to the imagination. He felt her eyes on him as he unbuttoned the placket, revealing his rather impressive manhood jutting forward proudly. She felt her cheeks burning again. He was exquisite...the only word she could think of to describe him. Alabaster skin, smooth as marble, but she bet it would be warm to the touch. Lean and sinewy. He was like some Adonis, come to life. And he was all hers.
She tugged on the stupid dress, which was bunched at her waist, and shoved with all her might to get it off. Finally, gloriously, the damn thing dropped to her ankles and she kicked it away. He kneeled between her legs and kissed her again, sweetly, tenderly. He wrapped his hands around her hips and slid into her. Her tight, wet, warmth was almost more than he could take and he almost came right there. The friction and intensity started at a slow burn as he rocked back and forth inside her. Her moans and whimpers, hot in his ear, were driving him insane.
"Say my name," he said haggardly, as he cradled her in his arms.
"Oh...oh, yes, Draco...please...I want, I want..." she gasped, mewling incoherently. "So close..."
"Oh, God," he said brokenly, as with one powerful thrust, his release came moments after hers. They lay, spent and exhausted, on the sheets, tangled in each others arms. He pressed a kiss to her damp brow, before pulling her close.
Yes, she knew she was in trouble.
It would've been so much easier if they had had a good shag. Instead, the bastard had to go and make love to her with a tenderness and passion she hadn't really known until now.
And now, she had to get her emotions in check, because she was pretty sure if she blinked, the tears that she was holding back would trickle down her face.
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Chapter: Four
Pairing: Hermione/Draco
Rating: NC-17 for this chapter
Categories: AU, Romance, Humour
Summary: When Draco and Hermione touch something they're not supposed to be playing with, it results in them landing headfirst into what resembles the plot of a bodice ripper-esque novel. If it involves breeches and wire hoops, you better know it's going to be good. XD
Notes: Everyone, all together now: smut! This story's about to get good. :)
Diclaimer: It's all property of J.K. Rowling and all associated subsidiaries.
She coughed and cleared her throat. "I'm pretty sure there aren't any more buttons," she said weakly.
In response, he let his hands slide up to her shoulders and pushed the sleeves down her arms.
"What are you doing?" she squeaked. Where was all her Gryffindor courage now?
"Do I even have to answer that?" he asked, as he drew the bodice of the gown down her torso.
"Are--are you sure this is a good idea?"
He turned her around and caught her in his arms. His silvery eyes darkened as he drank her in. Her cheeks were flushed and her hair was slightly disheveled already, and he hadn't even started. Her breasts were prominently displayed thanks to the corset, and she turned her head away under his scrutiny. He caught her chin in his hand and brought his face closer. He leaned in until his lips were a hairbreadth away from hers.
"I happen to think it is a very good idea," he replied, his breath ghosting over her skin. His mouth came down on hers, softly but insistently, Her heart was stuttering in her chest as he nibbled on her bottom lip, his tongue sweeping into her mouth as it opened of its own accord. She had her arms looped around his neck because she was pretty certain that if she let go her knees were going to cave out from underneath her. He had moved his mouth from hers to travel along her jawline, down the soft column of her neck, to the point where her shoulder connected. Without warning, he bit the sensitive spot of her collarbone and she shuddered. She had her hands splayed over his chest and reciprocating his actions earlier, pushed his jacket onto the floor. Her hands trembled as she tried to undo his shirt. Impatient, she tugged insistently until she succeeded in scattering the tiny buttons on the floor. He clasped her hands in his and captured her mouth again in a slow, sweet kiss, one that made her breathless with wanting.
She was vaguely aware that she shouldn't be doing this a) because she was a firm believer in not mixing her personal and professional lives and b) maybe she was jumping to conclusions, but this didn't seem like it was going to be a simple one night stand. Before she could analyze this, however, his kissing became more feverish and intense. He was steering her slowly but surely towards the expansive bed. However, Draco tripped on the hem of the cumbersome dress and she landed with an unladylike 'oomph' under him. Every nerve in her body was aware of the skin on skin contact. Her heart started thumping wildly under his rakish gaze. He dragged a thumb slowly along the curve of her breast, keeping eye contact the entire time. She sucked in a ragged breath and his tongue and lips reached down to follow the path he traced. Unconsciously, she curled her legs around his and arched her hips a little closer to feel him rub tortuously against her throbbing center.
"Ungh," he gasped. "Don't...do that."
"What, this?" And she rolled her hips a little.
She was pretty sure she hadn't ever heard that expletive before.
"How the fuck do I get this dress off?" A feral gleam lit his eyes. He reached down and hiked up as much purple fabric as he could grab...and encountered more fabric.
"Damnit," he swore, looking pissed. She was pissed too. She was rather enjoying his ministrations. "Fuck this." And he grabbed a length of satin, tugging it off with an ominous ripping noise.
She felt tingling up and down her spine. This was turning her on, and she felt the pressure between her legs increase considerably. "I'm pretty sure that can't be fixed," she croaked.
He looked at her, his eyes dark as slate. And then he disappeared under her skirts. She watched as he flipped her slippers off into the distance. She inhaled sharply when she felt him curl his fingers into the tops of the silk stockings, dragging them slowly down her legs, following the path with his lips and tongue, over her calf, down to her toes. He repeated the actions on her other leg, and she gasped when she felt his lips on the inside of her thigh.
He liked imagining what her face looked like, as he hid in the shadowy depths of material, licking and nipping at the satiny smooth skin of her leg. He drew his fingers over her hip, and down to the flimsy fabric separating him from his destination. He drew slow circles on the fabric until she moaned a little, and that was all the motivation he needed to divest her of the knickers and slide a finger into her, where she was already wet and aching. She whimpered a little as he slid a second finger in, torturing her by going so slowly she could barely stand it. Every time she tried to get closer by bucking her hips into his hand, he pulled back. He drew his tongue around her nub in circles, enjoying her little gasps and pants as he finally used his teeth and lips to pleasure her. She was so close...so close...
"Please...please..." she begged, writhing under his talented hands. And then he crooked his fingers just so, and she fell apart, shaking, as her climax washed over her. He emerged from her skirts with a smug look on his face.
"Fuck you," she said faintly, but not really meaning it. It should be illegal to use those hands on innocent, unsuspecting women.
"Soon enough," he quipped cheekily. He took in the sight of her, flushed and breathless, a delectable blush spreading to her chest. She hadn't seen anything yet. He scooped her up and tossed her on the bed ("Really smooth, Draco," she commented) and peeled his clothing off, leaving the breeches, which were so snug that it left nothing to the imagination. He felt her eyes on him as he unbuttoned the placket, revealing his rather impressive manhood jutting forward proudly. She felt her cheeks burning again. He was exquisite...the only word she could think of to describe him. Alabaster skin, smooth as marble, but she bet it would be warm to the touch. Lean and sinewy. He was like some Adonis, come to life. And he was all hers.
She tugged on the stupid dress, which was bunched at her waist, and shoved with all her might to get it off. Finally, gloriously, the damn thing dropped to her ankles and she kicked it away. He kneeled between her legs and kissed her again, sweetly, tenderly. He wrapped his hands around her hips and slid into her. Her tight, wet, warmth was almost more than he could take and he almost came right there. The friction and intensity started at a slow burn as he rocked back and forth inside her. Her moans and whimpers, hot in his ear, were driving him insane.
"Say my name," he said haggardly, as he cradled her in his arms.
"Oh...oh, yes, Draco...please...I want, I want..." she gasped, mewling incoherently. "So close..."
"Oh, God," he said brokenly, as with one powerful thrust, his release came moments after hers. They lay, spent and exhausted, on the sheets, tangled in each others arms. He pressed a kiss to her damp brow, before pulling her close.
Yes, she knew she was in trouble.
It would've been so much easier if they had had a good shag. Instead, the bastard had to go and make love to her with a tenderness and passion she hadn't really known until now.
And now, she had to get her emotions in check, because she was pretty sure if she blinked, the tears that she was holding back would trickle down her face.
Reviews = love. Thanks!