Forget Me Not

Chapter Six: I Need You

"Sweet baby dragons." Hermione was spread out seductively on his bed, waiting for him. His mouth went dry, like he had never drank an ounce of water in his life. Looking at Hermione's dark green
lace covered body; he wasn't sure if he could remember what water even was. He could see right through the pathetic scrap of material that was just barely covering her nipples, he followed the material that came down to her ribs as two thin pieces of string crisscrossed over her and around her stomach that seemed to be attached to another transparent lace covered patch.

Hail Godric himself, she was cleaned shaved.

Mmm... he licked his lips. All for him.

He never felt so aroused before and all she was doing was running her hand up and down the side of her waist; tantalizing him as she beckoned him to come to her with her eyes. He already felt ready to explode. If he could get his feet to move he would gladly accept. This just won't do. He needed to regain the upper hand.

"Come here you naughty witch." His long finger called to her to. A seductive smile spread across her face as she happily obliged to his wishes. She got on all fours and slowly crawled across his bed.

Fuck, she's so sexy.

He growled as he hungrily racked his eyes over her chest that was almost spilling out.

She finally stood in front of him, letting a smirk pull at her lips.

She went to reach for him but before she could he grabbed her wrist rather harshly, softening the blow with a kiss to the inside of her wrist.

"Tsk tsk love..." He lightly placed her arm at her side. "No touching until I tell you." He idly wondered if she would give up her control and submit to him.

"As much as I love your...outfit." He trailed his finger down her collarbone and over her erect nipple, causing her to let a faint moan. "I want you naked." He then cupped her lace covered breast.  "Strip for me."

He waited for her defiance but none came, she hurriedly reached for her skimpy straps, obeying his wishes, much to his surprise.

"Slowly, Hermione." He drawled, while giving her a heady look.

She dragged her straps down her arms at a leisurely. She was much too provocative for her own good and he bloody loved it. She disregarded the last scrap of material, finally fully naked in front of him.

"Your turn." She purred.

"Undress me." Her face lit up like he just told her to unwrap a Christmas present. He had to bite the inside of his cheek to keep from laughing at her eager expression.

She stepped forward and started to make quick work of the buttons on his jacket, placing her hands on the inside of it pushing the material over his shoulders, making the heavy coat pool at his feet. She yanked his shirt out of his pants and he held up his arms for her, she hurriedly disregarded the clothing, like it offended her that it was in the way. She pressed her soft breasts into his firm chest as she slid down his front in a slow tantalizing pace. His resolve almost left him at that, until he felt her dainty fingers hook into the loops of his trousers and swiftly pull them down along with his boxers, allowing his stiff member to spring free. Her mouth was dangerously close to his throbbing cock, the sight of her lips being moistened by her tongue like he was a rare delicacy almost made him cum right then and there. She looked up at him as she took him in her mouth; making his knees almost give out from the wondrous feel of her lips moving up and down on his hard shaft. Her tongue licked and she sucked hungrily on his member, she could put him fully in her small mouth; which amazed him, how the hell was she so fuckimg good at this? She started to play with his balls while she continued her assault, sucking and licking until he was widely close to spilling out into her mouth.

Before he gave in to the sensation; he pulled her up to him, kissing her deeply tasting himself. He had never, in his entire existence, been given such an amazing blow job.

He pushed her back against his bed, and climbed on top of her, letting the sensation of her silky skin seep into him.

He dipped his head so he could run his tongue over her neck, while he nipped and sucked, leaving his mark on her. Mine.

She let gasps of pleasure take her, as he ran his cock in the wet opening of her slit.

"P-please Draco..." He smiled into her neck at her plea.

"Please what love?" He sounded aloof, like he didn't know exactly what it was that she wanted.

"I need you!" She almost whimpered. "Fuck me!" He growled at the naughty words that spilled from her mouth, it just made him harder. He couldn't hold back any longer, with one harsh thrust he entered her completely.

"Yesss!" She hissed as she met him thrust for thrust. He picked her up off the bed so her legs were firmly wrapped around him as she sat, bouncing on top of him. He knew he kept hitting her just right from the moans that he drew out of her with each drive of his moistened cock. Her walls clenched marvelously around him and he knew she was close.

"Cum for me love." He said through ragged breaths, that was all it took for her to shudder and spasm around him, which also sent him over the edge into sublime bliss. They both collapsed back onto his bed and he pulled her into him, nuzzling her neck, inhaling her heady scent that was mixed with sex. It was intoxicating.

"Fifty points to Gryffindor." He said as he looked at her with a lazy smile.

"You do realize you just gave Gryffindor house points for a having amazing sex right?" She desperately failed at containing her laugh.

He paled for a moment, and then shrugged. "Worth it." Let them know, he could care less. Hell he was about to shout it to the whole sodding castle.

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Draco woke, dripping in sweat, with a major stiffening in his pajama bottoms. He figured he would be having wet dreams for the witch, but damn, that was one of the most vivid dreams he had ever had.

It was just past six in the morning, and he knew he would be up for the day. The dream was still fresh in his mind, causing his pants to stir further. It was the second time they had made love and the first time in the very bed he was now lying in. It made his thoughts drift to their first time actually making love, the memory was burned into his mind. It was so intimate and amazing, much different from the dream he had just had, but purely wonderful just the same.

He pondered if his witch had viewed his latest memory yet, as his insides turned in anticipation. He supposed time would tell.

Since he was up (in more than one sense of the word) and there obviously would be no more rest for him, looking down at his still hardened member. He should set his plan into motion for their date tonight. Well, after he took care of his current problem that was now twitching against the silk of his pajamas.