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Title: Untitled...(if you can think of a title, let me know. I'm working on one)
Author: Raven
Rating: R
Warnings: Sex, liquor and more to come
Summary: After one night of pure passion, they wake up together. This is only the prologue for now, I want to see if people like it and if they do, I'll continue it. With college and work I want something that I know people will want to read and actually check out. Thanks. ^_^
His head was groggy. Trying to open one eye almost felt fatal. He knew he had a hell of a hang over. The sun wasn’t even blazing through the window but he didn’t want to open his eyes because he knew it’d hurt.
Suddenly, a warm body pressed against his own. Running his free hand down the body, he felt softness, much like silk. Their legs were entwined and he knew it was a woman that was lying next to him.
A well endowed one at that.
Cautiously opening his eyes, he shifted his body away from the window, lying on his side. He wanted to see who the woman was that shared his bed. He was curious about her, what had they done the night before? Was it just a sudden thing and they were in his room? Or was it something that had progressed through the night?
Her body was long and immediately he knew that she was just as tall as him, maybe a bit shorter. It was how he liked woman anyway. Her back was to him and her hair was long and brown. Soft to the touch, each long straight strand cascaded down her back and across her shoulder and even along his arm. Her skin was tan; obviously she’d been at the beaches where they were.
'Venice, Italy’ He thought.
A smirk came across his face. Venice was the best place to come and to have a drink and a good woman in your bed to warm it and share it with you. At least he thought, that’s why he’d come down here. It was one lesson his father had taught him well. He pulled her against him, his hands now free to roam along her body. They traveled up, gently cupping his companions’ breasts.
Might as well have more fun, before they said goodbye to one another, and the woman next to him had to have brought some fun the night before…better to return the favor now and not leave either of them wanting. He nibbled on her neck, pushing her hair out of the way as he kissed just below her ear.
“Mmm, mornin’.” She murmured.
Draco Malfoy froze, his hand still wrapped around her warm body that lay next to him. She turned to face him, her eyes still closed as she leaned up only to kiss back in return. Draco could only kiss back, she was intoxicating. As they kissed and his arms wrapped tighter around her, memories of those sweet lips and intoxication that he held in his arms came back to him.
Her body was pressing up against his and he remembered how she’d done that as they danced with one another. Both had drank so much through the night that things hadn’t mattered, only one another. Her body seemed to fit so perfectly with his that it seemed criminal not to ask her back to his room. He needed her.
Hot.
Passion.
Lust.
Both wanted one another, it was pure need that they felt as they tore one another’s clothes off. Yeah, he remembered that much. There was no other reason then to have one another at that moment in time. His back probably still had the scratches. It was the only thing that mattered to him at the damn moment was to be inside of her.
That didn’t really matter now.
“Mornin’,” Draco replied, unsure of what to even say or do at the moment. The woman in front of him was beautiful - there was no denying it, ever. With a small sigh, he caressed the side of her face with his fingers and leaned in, kissing her forehead. “How did you sleep?”
Better to be gentleman then an asshole at the moment, right?
“Wonderful.” She smiled slowly as she stretched a bit and opened her eyes.
Hermione Granger stared back at Draco, in shock.
Author: Raven
Rating: R
Warnings: Sex, liquor and more to come
Summary: After one night of pure passion, they wake up together. This is only the prologue for now, I want to see if people like it and if they do, I'll continue it. With college and work I want something that I know people will want to read and actually check out. Thanks. ^_^
His head was groggy. Trying to open one eye almost felt fatal. He knew he had a hell of a hang over. The sun wasn’t even blazing through the window but he didn’t want to open his eyes because he knew it’d hurt.
Suddenly, a warm body pressed against his own. Running his free hand down the body, he felt softness, much like silk. Their legs were entwined and he knew it was a woman that was lying next to him.
A well endowed one at that.
Cautiously opening his eyes, he shifted his body away from the window, lying on his side. He wanted to see who the woman was that shared his bed. He was curious about her, what had they done the night before? Was it just a sudden thing and they were in his room? Or was it something that had progressed through the night?
Her body was long and immediately he knew that she was just as tall as him, maybe a bit shorter. It was how he liked woman anyway. Her back was to him and her hair was long and brown. Soft to the touch, each long straight strand cascaded down her back and across her shoulder and even along his arm. Her skin was tan; obviously she’d been at the beaches where they were.
'Venice, Italy’ He thought.
A smirk came across his face. Venice was the best place to come and to have a drink and a good woman in your bed to warm it and share it with you. At least he thought, that’s why he’d come down here. It was one lesson his father had taught him well. He pulled her against him, his hands now free to roam along her body. They traveled up, gently cupping his companions’ breasts.
Might as well have more fun, before they said goodbye to one another, and the woman next to him had to have brought some fun the night before…better to return the favor now and not leave either of them wanting. He nibbled on her neck, pushing her hair out of the way as he kissed just below her ear.
“Mmm, mornin’.” She murmured.
Draco Malfoy froze, his hand still wrapped around her warm body that lay next to him. She turned to face him, her eyes still closed as she leaned up only to kiss back in return. Draco could only kiss back, she was intoxicating. As they kissed and his arms wrapped tighter around her, memories of those sweet lips and intoxication that he held in his arms came back to him.
Her body was pressing up against his and he remembered how she’d done that as they danced with one another. Both had drank so much through the night that things hadn’t mattered, only one another. Her body seemed to fit so perfectly with his that it seemed criminal not to ask her back to his room. He needed her.
Hot.
Passion.
Lust.
Both wanted one another, it was pure need that they felt as they tore one another’s clothes off. Yeah, he remembered that much. There was no other reason then to have one another at that moment in time. His back probably still had the scratches. It was the only thing that mattered to him at the damn moment was to be inside of her.
That didn’t really matter now.
“Mornin’,” Draco replied, unsure of what to even say or do at the moment. The woman in front of him was beautiful - there was no denying it, ever. With a small sigh, he caressed the side of her face with his fingers and leaned in, kissing her forehead. “How did you sleep?”
Better to be gentleman then an asshole at the moment, right?
“Wonderful.” She smiled slowly as she stretched a bit and opened her eyes.
Hermione Granger stared back at Draco, in shock.