Devil In His Own Way

GOODBYE FOR NOW

Hermione was woken up by sunlight and the feeling of a hand dancing along her hip. She was still in Draco's bed, the tingling sensation from the night before still lingering in her toes. Hermione didn't want to wake up--she wanted to stay in that bed forever, a half-asleep haze filling her mind.

"You're beautiful in the sunshine."

Draco's voice was soft, his breath dancing across her shoulder. He planted a soft kiss to her skin. The contact was so gentle, Hermione almost didn't believe that Draco had been the one to kiss her. Tenderness was never a trait that Hermione had associated with him. Draco had always been chiseled stone and sharp lines; black cutting stark against white. Instead, Hermione was beginning to learn, Draco was soft edges and foggy grey. She could get lost in him if she wasn't careful.

She hummed a response, shifting closer to the weight of his body on the mattress. Her nose bumped against his chest which prompted her to smile. Keeping her eyes closed, Hermione brought up a hand up his abdomen to trace the length of his collarbone. Draco inhaled sharply at her touch, his hand gently squeezing her hip. She was still naked--she wondered if he was, too.

Slowly, Hermione opened her eyes. Draco was staring down at her, a slightly confused expression on his face.

"What?" Hermione asked, biting on her bottom lip. She didn't know if it was the sex or wonderful sleep talking, but he looked absolutely dashing. The sunlight sparkled in his light blue eyes, reminding her of a far off ocean; peaceful.

"Nothing," Draco said too quickly, a soft blush making its way up his cheeks. Hermione raised an eyebrow at him; a challenge. Draco's eyes glanced down the length of her body and then back up to her face. She mirrored his movement. He was naked, and the sight of him made her mouth water. "I'm just... overwhelmed."

"Overwhelmed?" Hermione rested her head on the pillow, her finger trailing its way up Draco's neck. His hand returned to lightly massaging her hip, dipping down every once in a while to squeeze her ass. Hermione decided that she liked it, pressing herself into his touch.

"Um," Draco cleared his throat, his hand resting on her thigh. "Yes? It's not every often that I'm left speechless, Gra-- Hermione . And you've successfully done that."

Hermione couldn't help but feel giddy at his words. It was all unreal. She was laying in Draco Malfoy's bed at his sex mansion, and he was the one left speechless. And she liked that she was waking up beside him, their bodies separated by only a few inches.

"Have I?" Hermione asked, a smirk gracing her lips. Draco's eyes narrowed at her words. He looked adorable when he was suspicious.

"Yes," Draco replied seriously, his eyes scanning her face. She maintained eye contact as her hand traveled down, over his chest, and past his navel. Hermione's fingers found what they were after, and as she took his cock in her right hand Draco's breath hitched.

"Little old me?" Hermione leaned forward to kiss his jaw, looking up at him from beneath her eyelashes. She worked him slowly, watching his reaction, mouth watering as he grew more stiff in her hand. "I didn't think that was possible."

Draco's eyes fluttered shut, his chin dropping down to rest on the top of her head. Gently, Hermione pushed him onto his back and moved to kneel over him, keeping up the rhythm with her hand.

"It's quite possible," Draco opened one of his eyes and let out a moan when his eyes landed on her face. Hermione wanted him in her mouth more than she wanted to breathe, and she was sure that her intentions were smeared all over her face.

"Draco Malfoy," Hermione accentuated each word with a kiss, one on each collarbone. "Speechless." She planted that kiss on his abdomen. "I like it." Hermione kissed his bellybutton. Draco's abdominal muscles clenched as she made her way lower. A hand shot out to wind its way into her curls; Draco didn't urge her on, but he didn't stop her either.