Castle Guard by greenflowerpot

Chapter 6

-NOT MY STORY!! ALL CREDITS TO @greenflowerpot ON A03!!
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"God," he gasped. "You can't just say things like that—"

"Draco, please."

There was a heavy pause. Malfoy's uneven breathing was the only sound that filled the room.

"That's the only thing you want from me?" he asked finally. "Just my touch? My skills?"

"Yes, yes, please—"

"Hermione," he said softly. He didn't say anything else, just let her name hang in the air like a plea.

She touched his chest, ran her fingers in a soft circle, feeling his muscles jump and his breathing catch.

"Is it because you don't want to?" she asked finally. "Or because you think I'm too innocent?"

A shaking breath, then another.

"Not because I don't want to."

Hermione made a relieved, desperate noise, grabbed his jaw and pulled his face urgently towards her. She pressed their lips together, ran her fingers through his hair—the same hair she'd seen lit up in moonlight, the same hair she'd never, ever touched. It was soft.

She felt rather than heard the groan he made.

Then, his hand was tilting her chin up, leading her upwards and deepening their kiss. His other hand tangled in the hair at the back of her head.

"Fuck," he gasped, the sound a broken surrender. "You have no idea what—"

"I want to know," she begged, pressing herself to him. "I want you to show me."

Malfoy obeyed, pushed further into her space, mouthed at her neck and collarbone before moving lower to press hot, open-mouthed kisses to her breasts. He took a nipple in his mouth, pulled at it gently with his lips, making the fabric of her shirt damp.

"Yes, like that," Hermione managed to say, and it was all she could do to keep from whining. "Like that—Draco, please—"

He hummed in agreement, and then his hand was moving down her hip, grazing her stomach tentatively. His fingers drifted down to her pelvis.

Every nerve ending in Hermione's body was alive with awareness of his touch. Smoothing firmly over her, burning through the thin fabric of her pajamas. Exploring.

Her stomach muscles started trembling.

"This is what you wanted?" he breathed. "For me to show you?"

"Yes—yes, oh—"

His hand slipped under the edge of her pajama bottoms and she felt his fingers on her bare skin. His hand was big and warm, the pads of his fingers a little rougher then her own.

"Draco," she whined quietly, and he groaned.

"Sweet thing. Such a good girl."

His palm smoothed over her, insistent and teasing, low enough now to be grazing over the fabric of her knickers.

"Your legs are squeezed together," he noted softly, pressing gently on her tensed muscles. "Do you know why?"

Her stomach, already clenched, tightened even more as he moved his fingers lower over the fabric of her knickers. To their center, where her inner thighs met.

Then he slipped his fingers between her clamped legs.

Hermione would have been embarrassed of the choked gasp she made if she was any less gone. Malfoy grunted softly in response.