Relentless - A Dramione FanFic

I Want To Know What Love Is...I Want You To Show Me

a/n: This chapter is basically just a smut chapter, so if you are not into that sort of thing, please skip it. For those who are into that sort of thing, I hope you enjoy it. One more thing, real quick.  I am hearing: "I Want To Know What Love Is" by Foreigner as I wrote this. If you haven't heard the song. Check it out.

"Please tell me you have something more...interesting...than this," Ginny exhorted, holding up the nightgown Hermione had intended to bring with her to London.  It was a decision Hermione had stressed over for days before settling on a light blue, v-neck, tank-gown that just grazed her mid-thighs.

"What's wrong with it?" she asked, slightly offended at her friend's scolding.

"What wrong with it?!" Ginny repeated, incredulously. "What's wrong with it?...What's wrong with it, is that this is going to be your first time making love to Draco Malfoy... to anyone for that matter, and you're planning to wear something I've literally seen tucked into the back of my mum's panty drawer!"

Hermione flushed.  She had thought the nightie was just the right mix of comfort and sex appeal, but obviously she had erred too far on the side of comfort if it was something being worn also by Mrs. Weasley.  She tilted her head, annoyed yet desperate, "Then what do you suggest?" She deferred to her more experienced, not to mention uninhibited friend.

"Well, it's too late to buy something else since you're leaving tomorrow immediately after lessons, but..." Ginny pulled out her wand, "I think if we just," she flicked her wrist softly, "make a few minor adjustments." The nightgown twisted violently, "It could work." 

Scraps of satin floated to the floor like autumn leaves.  Hermione was beginning to wonder if Ginny was planning to leave any fabric at all when the red-head gave one last swish of her wand, turning the light blue into a deep teal. What floated between the two women was now a strapless, form-fitting, satin bustier with black lace around the edges and black satin bloomers. 

Ginny admired her handiwork proudly while Hermione eyed it in shock.  "I can't wear that." She argued.

"Of course you can!" Ginny retorted. "You can and you will." Seeing the panic-stricken look on her best friend's face, Ginny softened her delivery. "Trust me, it seems daunting right now, but you'll thank me. You'll see, once you put this on, you'll feel like you can conquer the world. It's empowering to be sexy. Plus," Ginny raised her eyebrow mischievously, "It's going to drive Draco wild, and isn't that the point?"

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The walk to Hogsmeade felt intolerably long. Draco and Hermione walked in silence, both of them filled with too much nervous energy to make conversation. Instead, they continued to steal sideways glances at one another, giddy grins etched on their faces. As soon as they crossed the boundary, beyond which apparation was allowed, Draco grabbed Hermione by the wrist and spun her off into thin air. The landed inside a penthouse flat in central London. The entire wall in front of them was made of windows, the River Thames below, reflected moonlight up at them. Hermione marveled at the view while Draco marveled at her, and although he had fully intended to let her set the pace for the weekend, his love for her and the years of waiting overwhelmed him. His lips were pressed to hers before he could stop himself.

At first, she was caught off guard, but once his tongue hit her lips, she instinctively responded by allowing it passed and sliding hers up to meet it. The thud of her bag hitting the floor echoed through the empty apartment as she dropped it to wrap her arms around his neck.  She felt his hardened shaft pressing into her and wetness exploded between her legs.

Suddenly, Hermione pushed him away. "Bedroom?" She asked breathlessly.

He said nothing, but swept her into his arms effortlessly.  His lips reclaiming hers as he made his way through the living room to the staircase, which he ascended quickly.  He pushed his bedroom door open with his foot, not allowing his lips to leave hers until he was standing just inches from his bed.