RP: Dance With Me

[pb_hermione]

Characters: Hermione Granger, Draco Malfoy
Date: 17 April 2000
Location: Les Quatre Cordes in Kent, Draco's Flat
Warnings/Status: Love Making [Mature] / Private
Summary: Hermione and Draco spend an evening dancing.
Completion: Complete

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[pb_hermione]

"No, silly. My planner had dancing listed between flying and torment." She laughed as she unclasped her cloak and draped it over her arm as they walked up. It was far too warm in the building after being outdoors.

She passed him her cloak when he reached for it. Pity, it was going to be the first thing she dropped on the floor. "We won't be needing any coffee this evening. Thank you, Cookoo," Hermione told the elf as she reached up to take out two of her hair pins, letting the back cascade down. She walked backwards and beckoned to Draco to follow as she removed the remaining two pins holding up the sides of her hair. Draco did look very sexy leaning there against the door. Hermione preferred to wait for the elf to leave them alone before she went further in teasing him.

[pb_draco]

Draco pushed away from the door as Cookoo disappeared with their cloaks, her little face twisted and her nose in the air, very much ignoring Hermione. He certainly wasn't ignoring. He couldn't take his eyes off her. He never really could, though. Hadn't been able to for months. Draco didn't bother to stop the smile as he watched her hair fall, and he rolled up his shirt sleeves in preparation to get his fingers buried in her curls. "Planning on doing the coffee's work to keep me awake?" he asked, sauntering towards her. "Or planning on putting me to sleep fast?"

[pb_hermione]

Hermione might have whimpered a little when his face took on that sort of smirky smile that she found so sexy. She stepped out of her shoes, leaving them behind as she continued to move backwards as he rolled up his sleeves. She drew her wand and used it to charm the buttons on her dress open down her back.

Heavens, he was doing sexy stalking walk that made it difficult for her to think. He asked about the lack of coffee and Hermione shrugged, letting the motion and gravity drop the dress off her shoulders to pool on the floor. She knew Cookoo would take care of it as soon as they were out of the lounge but it was still hard for Hermione to simply leave it lying there. In the end, she found she couldn't do it and swished and flicked her wand to levitate her favorite green dress to lay across the back of the sofa. "I thought I'd leave that up to you, Malfoy." Hermione beckoned him again, now in nothing but a pair of sheer stay up stockings and her sexy little floral underthings. She'd bought them for spring and because she thought

[pb_draco]

She hated it when he swore, but sometimes the situation just called for it. Absolutely called for it. This was one of those situations. Draco muttered a soft curse when Hermione's dress hit the floor, and gritted out another one when he actually noticed what she was wearing underneath it. His fingers twitched as he just barely stopped himself from reaching for her. "I ... I, um. Like. That."

He shook his head at his inability to speak a coherent sentence. Already lost control of English and all he'd done was look at her. There was some sort of magic in Hermione Granger. Draco realized yet again that he was a lucky, lucky man. Blinking, he took another few steps towards her. "Well, I'm certainly wide awake now." He glanced down and back to her face, one brow lifted in a pointed expression. "Think I'll be up for just about anything you can think of."

[pb_hermione]

"Good. I hoped you might," he was swearing but this was about sexy things and Hermione certainly didn't mind a bit of language then. When she reached the bedroom Hermione used her wand to light one of the sconces while he closed the door.

He was doing that thing were he looked at her as if she was the most beautiful woman he'd ever seen and she felt herself growing very warm. Draco always made her feel appreciated. Hermione pressed herself against him for a moment before pulling back and starting in on his buttons. He did say he was up for just about anything. "In that case, you're overdressed for the torment portion of the evening, Malfoy."

[pb_draco]

Draco draped his hands over her hips when she pressed up against him, and drew her in close to let her get a good feel of the reaction she was already pulling from him. "Am I?" he murmured, looking down to watch her hands. Compared to her, he certainly was, and he tugged his shirt-tails out of his waistband to help the process along. Edging her back a little more to give him some room, he unbuckled his belt and slid it free to drop on the floor with a loud thud. As she unbuttoned his shirt, he slid his hands down the outside of her thighs to toy with the tops of her stockings, and he bent to her ear to whisper a request. "Leave these on?"

[pb_hermione]

"Mm. You are," she softly replied as he pressed her more firmly against him. Hermione loved the way she affected him, loved that he wasn't afraid to let her know it, and most of all simply loved him. As he worked his belt loose, Hermione tossed her wand over onto the bed so that both of her hands were free, making it easier to finish undoing his buttons. Hermione nodded when he asked her to leave her stockings on, "Whatever you'd like." The elastic tops were rather pretty, she thought. If he liked them, Hermione didn't mind keeping them on.

When she had the shirt undone, Hermione ran her hands up his chest and pushed the fabric off his shoulders. A soft kiss was placed at the base of his throat, as she murmured words of love against his skin. Hermione was no longer tentative with her teeth on his shoulder and neck. Experience had taught her that he enjoyed both a soft scrape and a firmer application. She was careful not to break the skin when she lightly bit into his shoulder and then suckled to leave her mark on him. "Mine, she

[pb_draco]

Draco held his arms down at his sides to let her push his shirt to the floor. He hissed when she bit him, then exhaled slowly and muttered his appreciation. He liked it when she bit and clawed at him, leaving her marks on his body. Her marks and little claims on him were ones to which he held no objection. Much more erotic than frightening. He glanced down at his arm and bit his lip, then unfastened his wand sheath and tossed it onto the bed to join hers. She'd seen all of him, more than once, and he didn't have to hide from her.

"All yours," he agreed, smiling. He bent to kiss the curve where her neck met her shoulder, and traced across her collarbone to leave a lingering kiss on the very top point of her curse scar. "You had some sort of torment in mind?" he said into her skin, his hands trailing up the back of her legs to outline the edges of her knickers. "You'll have to be very creative, love. I've been tortured before."

[pb_hermione]

Her head turned to follow the arc of his wand in its sheath as Draco tossed it onto the bed. A hum of pleasure escaped as his lips moved across her skin and she shivered as his fingers found her bum and traced her tiny knickers.

Hermione bit her lip and looked up at him a little tentatively, "I'm making this up as I go along. Is that all right?" She didn't want him to be disappointed if she wasn't able to come up with something creative. Mostly she'd been thinking about touching him, kissing him, being close together, doing more stretching and possibly even trying to make love, but none of her ideas were firm in her mind. One thing Hermione had learned was that once they started kissing, they often ended up in situations far different and far more brilliant than she initially had in mind. "Take off your boots, love." Another thing she'd learned from experience was that things were easier when his shoes came off before his trousers.

[pb_draco]

"Perfectly all right." Draco added a slight growl to the words, not entirely by conscious choice. It entertained him more than he could explain when Hermione decided to just explore. Studious little witch who liked to learn - and he loved it when he learned right along with her. Shifting his stance without letting go of her, he toed his boots off and pushed them away.

Draco dragged his hands higher up her body, over the waistband of her knicker and up her sides to her shoulders. He hooked his fingers under the thin straps of her bra and pulled them loose to dangle on her arms, then raised an eyebrow in challenge. Letting her make things up usually meant he'd be surprised at some point. He was definitely curious to see what she might come up with that night.

[pb_hermione]

Hermione laughed lightly at the unspoken challenge and dragged a finger nail along the bulge in his trousers before working loose the top button. She took a step back and tapped her bottom lip with her forefinger, contemplating. Torment definitely went both ways. Tormenting him would likely turn into a torment for her as well but she loved the anticipation. He was far too thin but she did like his shoulders and his wiry strength acquired from flying. Her mark on his shoulder gave her an idea. Unfortunately, it also caused her to blush a deep red. She shook her head to clear it. Sometimes her ideas were far too bold.

"Would you take off your trousers, please?" She hadn't been thinking about his clothes at all but having him naked might put the other idea out of her mind.

[pb_draco]

Draco was tempted to press her hand to him, hold her in place for a longer touch, but she flicked at his button and moved away. He liked the look in her eyes better and better every time he saw it, and the dark blush on her cheeks really caught his attention. Draco hooked his thumbs in his waistband and canted his hips, smiling at her, then went to work unfastening his trousers.

He took his time, deliberately, making certain that each button was fully undone before moving onto the next. At the end, he reached into his trousers and adjusted himself upright before shoving the material off his hips. He took the opportunity for another slow stroke as he peeled off his socks and kicked everything away, then he held both hands wide. "What would you like next? Madam tormentor?"

[pb_hermione]

Hermione crooked her finger at him again, like she'd done earlier in leading him to the bedroom. When he came closer, she positioned him in front of the tall dressing mirror but back a little way so there was room for her in between. She leaned back against him and met his eyes in the mirror with a small smile before she slid one hand over the top of her knickers and pressed against her mound.

"You started removing my bra but stopped too soon. I'd you to correct that, please." Hermione stood straight instead of leaning against him so he could undo the clasp. It was a very pretty bra but she wanted his hands on her bare breasts.

[pb_draco]

It took him a minute to figure out her plan, then he remembered what she'd told him that day in the bathtub. Draco didn't even attempt to stop the wide, knowing smile as he looked over her shoulder into the mirror. He bent his head to her ear and nipped lightly at the shell, staring directly at her eyes in their reflection. "You were right," he murmured. "This is nice. Watching you

[pb_hermione]

Hermione gasped at the feel of his teeth on her ear. "We look well together, don't you think?"

"Oh," she sighed in pleasure as his fingers ghosted up her back. Hermione loved the hint of texture caused by his flying and potions work but the otherwise soft skin of his hands. When the clasp was opened, Draco leaned her back against him. Her hips were canted forward slightly to keep from pressing against his erection just yet. Heavens, he was sexy. The way he slowly removed her bra and the decadent smile he gave her in the mirror was better than she'd imagined. "Ah!" Hermione arched her back as his thumbs found her nipples. Her eyes fluttered closed for a moment before she opened them again caught his gaze in the mirror before sliding one hand up to cup the back of his neck and the other down into her knickers.

Hermione circled her clit before dipping lower. She was already wet; he had that effect on her. She pressed back against his cock and moaned softly. "I'm not exactly sure this qualifies as torment."

[pb_draco]

"You look beautiful," he said, kissing up her neck to the point of her jaw. "You're always beautiful, but I really like how you look like this. Cheeks all flushed, breathing hard." When she pressed back to him, Draco set his teeth against her shoulder and bit down to stifle a groan. He dropped one hand down to lay over hers, on the outside of her knickers, and pulled her tight to him. He rubbed against her, opening his eyes to watch her through his lashes. "It counts as torment, love. Best sort of torment."

He widened his stance for balance and stroked both hands across her abdomen, covering as much of her skin with touches as he could before he let his hands drift up to cradle her breasts. She nearly disappeared behind his fingers, but the points of her nipples were solid in his palms. Draco drew his fingers over her, running dual circles around her breasts. "What do you do when you imagine me like this?" He raised his head to breathe against her ear, gently biting down on the curve and lobe. "Show me what you dream about,