Draco Malfoy and the Seven

Vigilante Shit

March 2nd, 2003

Hermione's POV

Warm sun rays shine through Draco's bedroom window, dancing across her skin in a heated caress, slowly pulling her from slumber. The steady rise and fall of a firm chest at her back reminding her who lies under the heavy weight of covers with her. She takes a moment to appreciate the blanket of silence before the realities of the world come crashing down around them.

A mischievous thought crosses her mind, sending her into action before she can let fear get the best of her. Carefully lifting the covers so as not to wake Draco, she slides under the covers, hands bracketing his hips where his enthusiastic member lays before her.

Taking the silky skin of his member in hand, she gently glides from the base to the tip, earning a groan of appreciation from the half-asleep Malfoy. Encouraged, she swirls her tongue over the sensitive tip, tasting the drop of pre-cum gathered for her pleasure. His body tenses as she releases a moan of appreciation.

"Fucking hell Granger. What did I do to deserve this?" He asks, voice still husky from sleep.

"Maybe it's not for you Draco, maybe I just wanted to explore for myself." She says, breasts swaying slightly as she increases the depth, she is able to take him.

"Explore away, Granger." He replies, body relaxing as he lets her take control.

"Mm" She hums around the thick bulge between her lips.

"Oh..do that again sweetheart." He begs.

Hearing his reaction only serves to add to the wetness building between her thighs. Sucking in her cheeks, she releases a long hum, adding a twist of her wrist at the base of his cock, before pushing him to the back of her throat, taking a moment to acclimate to the pressure she feels tears build at the corner of her eyes.

"So wet, that's it, baby. You suck my cock so good." He praises her, wiping the stray tears from her cheeks as she slides back to the tip.

"Whose cock is this Draco?" She asks breathily.

"All yours baby, fuck, it's only for you." She finds that she loves the sound of his desperate whimpers.

"Should I fuck you Draco, would you like that?" She asks, stroking the slick length of him.

"Please fuck me Hermione." He cries desperately.

Straddling his hips, she holds him steady while she takes him in slowly. Inch by inch he stretches her walls as she softly bounces against him, acclimating to his girth.

"Can I touch you, Darling?" He asks, hands still fisted behind his head.

"You've been very good Draco. So, you may touch me." She permits with a smirk, eating up the look of hunger possessing him.

His hands eagerly grip her hips before sliding to the roundness of her breasts, expertly teasing the soft flesh as she grinds against his cock.

"Can you be good for me Draco?" She asks, breath labored as she pounds against that perfect spot that will send her spiraling.

"I can be good. What do you need my Love?" He asks, voice eager.

"You aren't allowed to come until I say. Can you do that?" She finds that she enjoys giving him orders just as much as she loves following his. A perfect example of symbiosis.

"Just tell me when Darling and you will have all of me." His confidence working as an aphrodisiac to her already crumbling control.

Moving her hips in a circular motion before snapping them forward, the skin of her backside glides against his thighs, creating a lovely friction.