Beginning at the End ⏃ Dramione

Chapter 17: Covet

As Draco pressed a few light kisses on her face, a gust of wind from outside jostled the canvas of the tent. Both their heads turned in the direction as if they might be able to see something, but there was nothing. All it did was remind them that there was a world out there waiting for them to surrender.

Hermione looked back up at Draco, and could only think that she wanted to take advantage of this time. She was as ready as she would ever be and pulled him down to her for a kiss. As she glided the tips of her fingers across his back, she thought on the beauty of how he made her feel. Hidden beneath his teasing banter, he was kind. Maybe too kind, because he was now kissing her neck and she felt somehow that he was stalling for her sake.

Suspecting his concern that she was not ready, she opted to remove any doubt by taking the lead, reaching down between them and wrapping her fingers around his arousal. A moan escaped him before he looked up at her in surprise. Smiling and hoping to impress him further, she allowed her hand to wander lower, grazing her fingers across the mound of soft flesh.

Draco threw his head back and groaned, "Granger..."

Hermione's stomach leapt, Did he really like that?

Draco gripped a pillow and decided that this was enough teasing. He needed her, needed to be inside of her. This is urgent. She wants it, it needs to happen. NOW. He silently wrestled with his own mind, as she gracefully stroked him. Granting himself a moment of concentration, he paused his kisses to collect himself, breathing hard against her neck. He would have to consolidate all of his effort to make this go well, for both their sakes. She began to slip the tip of him between her legs and taking the hint, he gripped her bum for leverage and gently thrust himself inside her.

Time slowed and she noticed every move he made and every sound nearby, like the distant crickets that seemed to croon between gusts of wind whipping at the tent. Right over her, she honed in on Draco's short breaths against her neck while the tip of his length slid further inside of her. Her breath hitched and she wondered if he was fully inside of her, Oh that wasn't so bad. Then, as he continued, there was a slight pain like the insides of her were angry for the intrusion. Wincing, she began to panic, This is not going to work. Nope, this is not how it should be, I'm certain.

Draco paused at the expression on her face, "Are you okay? Should I stop?"

She hesitated in answering him and Draco noticed she seemed distant. He tried to look into her eyes but when she looked back, he sensed mostly regret. Dismayed, he scrambled for something to say, Say it feels good, no, say... it's perfect, that she's perfect, no... you're losing her! Just say SOMETHING...

Pulling out slightly, Draco kissed her cheek and whispered, "Hermione, this is... everything."

Hermione's eyes grew wide, wondering what that meant. Taken aback, she could only stare at him until something in his gaze caused her to pull his neck down. She kissed him hard. Somehow, without consciously realizing it, she had translated his reassurances to mean that this was not just a casual thing, it was more... and apparently to him, possibly everything.

Their kiss gained a new intensity and she reached low and gripped his bum to pull him closer, causing his arousal to slip further inside of her. He released their kiss to watch her, to be sure she still wanted to continue. Nodding, she lightly patted his backside, which made him huff with an almost-laugh before leaning in to kiss her again.

Moving slower this time, he managed to push past the area of pain, and then it wasn't as bad. The more he rocked against her, the better it became.

She tightened her legs around him, generating a moan and more hard breathing from him as he thrust harder. It was a mixture of both pleasure and pain; Hermione must have subconsciously wanted him to feel that too, so she dug her fingernails into his shoulders.