Baton Rouge

- 39 -

This time she was still with him when he opened his eyes.

It was already getting light outside and Draco slowly turned his head. Her hand was loose on his chest, her eyes were still closed and her curls were spread out on the pillow they shared. He sighed softly as he looked at her relaxed features.

"Hermione," he murmured hoarsely, leaning in to kiss her.

To his astonishment, her lips bend into a smile and she returned his kiss without opening her eyes. The little witch had actually pretended to be sound asleep.

He rolled over her and pinned her to the mattress with a low growl, causing her to blink and give him an innocent look.

"You said it again."

Hermione looked very pleased with herself and Draco couldn't help but smirk at that.

"Yeah, but do us a favor and keep that to yourself for a while," he replied, before capturing her lips with another kiss.

She pressed against him and Draco stifled a groan. He hadn't exactly intended it, but now, under the warm bedcover and with her snuggling up to him so willingly, he could hardly ignore his growing desire. His hands found their way under her t-shirt, which she acknowledged with a small sigh. He caressed her breasts and she shuddered noticeably.

"Do you know how beautiful you are?" he whispered.

The compliment surprised even himself and he looked at her uncertainly. But Hermione's eyes were already hooded, so Draco relaxed. She obviously had no intention of teasing him for his words. Instead, she pushed him away and now it was Draco's turn to be pinned to the mattress. She swung a leg over him and a second later was on top of him. Her pelvis rubbed gently against his and Draco struggled for control.

Merlin, he wanted her so badly.

Hermione took off her t-shirt and he did the same with his own. She had already pulled down his boxer briefs but didn't even bother to take them off completely. Instead, Draco watched, lips slightly parted, how she pushed aside her knickers and then, without further warning, sank onto him. He had to close his eyes. The mere sight was too much.

Her face twisted in pleasure and she threw her head back so that her curls fell almost to her bum. Eventually, she moved in slow, circular motions that demanded all the restraint Draco could muster. He groaned. One of his hands rested loosely on her hip, caressing her soft skin, but he wanted her to take the lead. And Hermione savored.

She was moaning now too. The sounds escaping her lips drove him absolutely insane, and he knew he wouldn't stand it much longer. He ran a hand between her legs and found her most sensitive spot. Immediately her movements quickened, her breathing became erratic. She arched her back to rock against his fingers and bit her lower lip in pleasure.

Draco increased his efforts. It was just too much, too good. He wanted her to climax before he couldn't stop himself. And then she did. It only took him a few thrusts as she trembled above him, and then he let go as well.

It really was the best thing he had ever experienced - also the best with her, but Draco was sure he had never felt anything like that before.

He pulled her back against his chest when her body finally went limp, and they both gasped. Draco's hands ran down her back, following the hollow of her spine and exploring the dimples slightly above her buttocks, and he felt completely satisfied for the first time in days.

"I'm starving," Hermione finally announced breathlessly, and Draco smirked. She slowly sat up and met his gaze with sparkling eyes. "Shall I go first?"

Draco knew it wasn't meant to be malicious. He could even understand it very well. He, too, wanted to keep secret what had happened between them for a while longer. It was bad enough that Potter kept staring at him as if he already suspected something. Draco didn't even want to know what exactly that was.