From a Flicker To a Flame.

Chapter 4; The Flame. (M)

CAUTION; MATURE CONTENT!

Draco and Hermione chose to keep their relationship a secret, for no reason other than convenience. The thought of telling her friends and his parents was just going to cause unnecessary trouble. Trouble that could be avoided.

They were just a fling. That's what they chose to be, just a fling that would end after they left Hogwarts.

That's what Hermione wanted it to be and although Draco knew he was falling, he chose to ignore his feelings and to believe the same as Hermione, for convenience.

They had met twice in the room of requirement after their rather exposed encounter. Then they had moved it to nightly arrangements in the common room but this night was much, much, different then what they had thought it to be. That was the night they first slept together..., properly.

Draco layed across the head commen room, his top semi-unbuttoned, shoes and socks off, his tie forgetten about in the corner. He layed watching the fire for Hermione to return from patrols.

Hermione eventually came back, she threw her cloak in the corner and kicked off her shoes. She glanced at Draco asleep on the couch. She wanted to speak to him about something. She wanted to discuss, her needs.

She took off her tie and cardigan, and unbuttoned the top buttons of her shirt, the room was hot enough without extra layers. Draco could be heard awaking from his slumber.

She grabbed two firewhiskeys and sat down the couch next to him.

"Hello Gorgeous." He greeted, taking the bottle from her hands.

She leant over, giving him a rather good look at her cleavage, and a kiss.

"Hello darling." She whispered seductively, in his ear as she pulled back.

Draco straightened up and pulled her onto his lap, taking a swig of the burning liquid.

Hermione placed her hand on his torso, playing with a few of the remaining closed buttons on his shirt.

Draco noted how tight his pants were growing. He looked up and saw a glimmer of lust in her eyes.

He leant forward kissing her collar bone. He placed a hand on her waist and pulled her closer, slowly moving his hand down to where he could grip her arse.

Hermione moaned into his ear as she began to feel the want, the need to roll her hips against his hardening member.

She could feel her juices coming down her legs from under her school skirt. Her black and white laced underwear completely sopping.

Draco slid his shirt off and then hers before deciding to carry her up the stairs to his room.

He layed her down on the bed without breaking his kisses.

Hermione continued to moan into his ear.

Draco ripped of his trousers and her skirt leaving them both in their underwear.

He eyed Hermione hungrily, wearing nothing but a strip of lace over her wet pussy and an extremely small, matching, laced bra over her rather large breasts.

Hermione stretched out onto his black, silk sheets and watched him lustfully, before reaching over and sliding off the last remaining garment on his being, restricting his huge dick.

She gasped at the size of it when it came free. In general his dick was huge ten to eleven inches at least. She worried for a split second about how it would fit. About how it would hurt. About how it would stretch her tight cunt....,Then she decided to enjoy it.

Draco climbed on top her, pushing her back against the headboard and spreading her legs, before he began to play with her wet folds. His fingers occasionally plunging in and out.

She moaned and grinded against his fingers as the intense pleasure built up in her lower body, the clenching of the pleasure waiting to be released.

"Uhh, Draco. I'm so close." She moaned loudly.

Draco couldn't drag it out much longer, he needed to be inside of her and decide to finish her off.

He pulled out his four fingers from her tight pussy, licked them and then attacked her with his tongue.

She grabbed his head pushing him even farther in as she came, as she became engrossed with ecstasy. She writhed on the sheets and pulled on the silk. The loud moans transitioned into a scream of pleasure. The plea for more of this forbidden and exotic pleasure.

"Uhh, Draco! Draco!" She screamed as her stomach unclenched to free her building sex juices. As Draco, her once arch enemy, her once capturer, layed between her legs, sucking on her cunt as she came.

Slowly the pleasure left Hermione, although the longing for more didn't.

Draco stood up on his emerald green carpet. His large member throbbing.

"Hermione. Now!" He ordered.

Hermione moved from the bed and kneeled before him. She enclosed her mouth around his long member, licking it's head, sucking his precum. Her lustful eyes rested upon him as she took him whole. Her hand squeezing his balls every so slightly.

As Draco began to suck against her, she pulled back and threw herself back on ths bed again, her legs spread wide, exposing her yet again wet cunny.

Draco, eager to cum jumped on top of her. Aligning himself up with her hole and then with one, huge, thrust, broke Hermione's walls.

Hermione screamed in pain. Draco paid no attention and grabbed the headboard and continued to thrust into her. Pain turned to pleasure. Draco was on the brink, but Hermione was closer.

Hermione eyes rolled back and she started to shout in pleasure.

"I'm cumming! Yes Draco! Uhh! Right there!" She shouted as she bucked her hips against him. Her tits bobbing up and down.

Draco felt his throbbing dick let go and the intense pleasure overwhelmed him. Filling his load in Hermione.

Both later laud on the bed, wrapped in each others arms. Their satisfied beings in deep, pleasant, sleep.

Little did they know, this was the first of many erotic nights to come...

A Flicker?
A Flame.