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]

"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 said with satisfaction, lightly tracing the mark she had just left a short fingernail.

[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."

He settled his hands on her hips, his fingers reaching to touch her hand, then dragged them up the line of her back. He followed the edges of her spine up to the clasp of her bra and spread his hands across her shoulders. Draco kept his eyes on hers as he unfastened the hooks and pushed the edges apart. When her back was cleanly exposed, he tugged her shoulders back to have her lean against him again. As slow as he could force himself to move, he pushed the straps down her arms and draped his hands over the floral cups to hold them in place. He smiled at her in the mirror and dipped to kiss her shoulder, still watching her face, then pushed the bra away from her breasts to brush his thumbs over her nipples.

[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, sweetheart."

[pb_hermione]

"Oh, god," Hermione breathed as his hand came down on top of hers and he pulled her back against his hardness. She closed her eyes for a moment as she licked her lips, then opened them again to watch.

Draco shifted a little and moved his hands up to her breasts. She loved the way his hands were able to cover her. It looked and felt so possessive to have his hands hide her breasts from view. Hermione rubbed back against him. "I imagine all sorts of things now, but it started out originally with you undressing me and touching like you are now and telling me to touch myself for you." There was something so sexy about hearing him tell her to do things. Hermione knew perfectly well he'd never force her, nor would she want him to, but she liked taking direction and she loved pleasing him.

"I love when you get all possessive and growly," she confessed. "I know it's not very enlightened of me but it's so ... primal." It was very arousing, indeed. "I love when your voice goes all husky and your pupils are so big your eyes only have a little ring of silver around the edges, making them sparkle for me." Hermione withdrew her hand and hooked her fingers in the sides of her knickers to draw them down.

[pb_draco]

"Mmm. Don't think it has to be enlightened." Draco found the pulse in her throat and sucked on it, drawing her skin up between his lips to leave a reddened bruise behind. "Not when it's just us. Can be as primal as we want, when we're all alone. Who's going to complain?" He'd found he liked being possessive and growly with her, a little rough play in their affections. Draco was afraid to push it too far, afraid to let passion get too dark - he'd seen where that could lead - but he liked pressing at the edge of that line. It thrilled something in his blood.

Draco caught her hand and drew it up to his mouth, licking her fingers clean one by one. There wasn't really any explanation for how her body tasted, other than like the ocean. A little bit of salt, and a lot of power. Raw, attracting power. Draco helped her push her knickers down, bending his knees and kissing the small of her back as they dropped to the floor. When he straightened up, he shifted to push his cock down, riding under the curve of her arse and prodding her legs. He took her hand and pressed their linked fingers against her mound. "Open up," he muttered to her, watching her face in the mirror. "Want to touch you, too. Both of us, same time."

[pb_hermione]

"It only has to work for us," she said in reply. Hermione tilted her head to give him better access when he suckled at her neck. "I'm not complaining." It was like his love of her boots. It wasn't anyone else's business but theirs. Beside that, it wasn't as if they were going to take turns walking each other about with collars and leads.

Hermione did close her eyes while he cleaned her fingers. She opened them again when he went to draw down her knickers. Hermione stepped out of them and gasped a little when he told her to open up but she complied immediately. "Oh, yes," she said before whimpering as he threaded his cock between her legs. It was doubtful she'd be capable of standing long. "You might need to hold me up," she told him softly, knowing her knees would turn weak quickly. Using a finger of her free hand, she rubbed it over the tip of his cock where it poked out. Hermione added wanking him in front of the mirror to her things-to-try list. His cock sliding along her folds and their fingers together on her clit drew her attention back to what they were doing now. "Feels brilliant."

[pb_draco]

He smiled and nuzzled through her hair to kiss the back of her neck. "As long as it works for us," he said, growling against her nape before he nipped at the knob of her spine. "No complaints, love." Draco wrapped his arm around her waist and supported her against his body, his thighs aligned with hers as he rocked against her. The wet heat of her forced a shudder from him, and he hid his face against her shoulder for a moment to gather his control. This was her fantasy, and he didn't want to ruin it, as tempting as it was to lose himself in her. He took a deep breath and lifted his head again, kissing her neck and murmuring encouragements into her ear as he watched her.

Every few strokes, he stretched their movements a little farther to run their fingers over his cock when he shifted forward. He wanted more. His breathing rough, Draco shifted back, a bit more, and loosened his hand from hers to run the tip of one finger around her opening. "Keep going," he murmured to her, pressing in gently and catching a groan against her shoulder. Just barely a fingertip deep and she was so hot it made his heart stutter. "Keep touching. I'm watching you, go on."

[pb_hermione]

As with most of her fantasies, some things worked, some were so much better, and a few didn't work out as expected at all. This was far sexier with him crooning in her ear and the feel of his skin against hers than she expected. Unfortunately, as she became more sensitive to touch the elastic at the top of her stockings rubbed oddly at the seam in back as his thighs moved against hers. It was hard to stay standing with her legs all rubbery and she didn't want to keep her eyes open any more. Hermione wanted to lie back and stretch out and arch and wriggle and do all the things she loved to do when she was close. She especially wanted to be able to touch him too. Vaguely it registered that this was her fantasy and she could change anything about it she liked as long as Draco agreed.

"Bed, now. Please," she swallowed thickly. "I want you closer," Hermione managed to get out what she wanted as she dropped her hand to stroke along his cock.