Seeing Through My Eyes (Dramione Fanfiction)

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WARNING: Chapter contains sexual content expressed in explicit detail

Draco couldn't believe his ears. Where did this girl come from? She kissed him again playfully grazing her nails up the sides of his torso, sending chills up his spine. He groaned into the kiss.

Wrapping her legs around his waist, she pulled him down on top of her, his sweatpants creating an annoying barrier between her and the silky soft manhood she knew was in there.

She devilishly traced the outline embossed on his sweatpants and stroked him firmly through the thin fabric.

She knew exactly how he liked to be touched and so she went to town on it, all the while still holding his lips in a passionate embrace.

Draco screwed his face up, determined not to come in his pants. Finally, he couldn't handle it any longer, he broke the kiss panting slightly.

"Easy tiger. I know you know your way around this body but if you want more, you've got to stop stroking me like that." Draco teased.

Hermione's hand movements ceased at once and Draco smirked. He trailed his hands up over her body, gathering her dress as he went. She lifted her body as he peeled back the dress and once it was over her head he threw it lazily on the floor.

She lay there on his bed in amongst his feather duvet, in all her pure naked glory. She didn't feel shy anymore, she felt frisky. She didn't even know where or when her bra or underwear had come off.

"Your turn." She gestured towards the sizeable tent created in his pants.

With a single smirk he shimmied out of his pants, not daring to take his eyes off hers as he felt himself spring free.

She on the other hand, gasped as he grasped his member and began to stroke it himself. Her face filled with lust and even a little bit of jealousy at the sight of him touching himself and she reached towards him as he came down to kiss her once more.

Her core was still dripping and she ached to have him inside her but Draco had plans to draw this out as long as possible.

He really did want Hermione to enjoy sex with him and the pressure to perform was almost mind boggling. Draco wasn't worried though, he knew he was amazing in the sheets, he just wanted to make sure she felt as amazing as he knew he would.

He kissed along her neck and drew lines with the tip of his tongue before clamping down on her erect nipple and twirling his tongue in delicious tiny circles.

Hermione moaned and grabbed handfuls of his hair, pressing him further into her body. He gripped her other breast in his hand, massaging it and rolling her nipple between his fingers before switching over.

It was her turn to pull back panting.

"Oh gosh- Draco, please!" She groaned.

Draco made an amused sound in the back of his throat. "Mmm, I think I like you begging." He said, releasing her nipple to gaze into her eyes.

He crawled on top of her as she gave him a pleading look. He positioned his solid form at her entrance and she mewled in anticipation, waiting for him to finally be inside her.

He kissed her deeply as he sunk himself deep into her warm, wet, centre.

"Holy fuck!" He exclaimed as she hissed at the fullness in which he had just installed in her.

He held still a moment, mustering up all the composure and stamina he had in him, not to blow his load right then and there.

She on the other hand felt as though she had just lost her virginity all over again. She knew it had been a while but shit! It was as though she had never been stretched this far wide before. She gasped and winced at the fresh pain she momentarily felt.

When he felt he could risk moving again, he began to slide in and out of her, in time to her whimpers and gasps of pleasure.

She pulled his lips to her own, flicking her tongue playfully inside his mouth. "Faster." She whispered.

Draco sped up slightly, loving every moment with her. He gripped at her waist, kissed her neck, tangled his fingers in her soft hair and ravished her entire body.

Hermione reveled in the way he pampered her body, shamelessly making noises that would've made any passersby blush.

Draco pushed himself deeper into her and she arched her back in response.

Rolling her hips in time to his thrusts, she began to sense the familiar feeling in her lower body,she felt not too long ago.

Except this time, the orgasm coming on wasn't the same as the last one. This wasn't due to clitoral stimulation but nonetheless still just as delicious as the last.

Draco heaved as he felt her walls contract around his length and he pumped faster and deeper than he ever had before.

Hermione wanted to stop him, to savour the moment but as hard as she fought within herself, she knew how good this feeling was that was coming on and like hell she was gonna stop it.

A sexy growl erupted from Draco's chest as Hermione yelled his name out. She felt a wave of endorphins spread throughout her body. Her thighs contracted and her insides dropped as she convulsed at the power of her orgasm.

Draco continued to pound into her jittering body crying out himself as he found his own release at the feeling of her warm liquid, all over his manhood. He returned the favor, spurting his own fair share of juices into her contracting canal.

Draco fell on top of her, dizzy and lightheaded from the euphoric moment and Hermione gladly embraced him in her arms as they lay there silently catching their breath.

They lay in a sweaty, exhausted heap of nakedness, breathing noisily and basking in the bliss of post-love making.

Draco started to soften inside her and he moved to pull out. She let out one last mewl at his movement before being covered in the feather down duvet and wrapped in his arms as they both fell into a peaceful slumber.

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Draco jerked awake suddenly, rays moonlight beaming through the open curtains in his room. He looked down at Hermione, still sleeping like an angel, wrapped in his huge blanket. His angel. As he continued to stare at her, she snuggled further into his chest and the breath from her nose tickled his bare chest.

He smiled at her sleeping figure. God's he loved her. He couldn't understand why he hadn't known this before. Why it had taken him so long to realize. They had slept under the same roof for years and it seemed like a wasted opportunity when he thought of all the lonely nights he'd spent in the castle without her in his bed. Why had he not opened his eyes sooner.? Why had he not been honest with himself sooner? Damn yourself and your arrogance Draco!

Knock knock knock!

Draco jumped at the sound. Who in the hell was visiting at this time?!

Hermione stirred the tiniest bit and Draco had a good mind to say to hell with whoever was at the door now. He checked the Rolex on his wrist, 8pm. The person at the door knocked again and Draco reluctantly slid out from underneath Hermione's sleeping figure, careful not to wake her.

Cursing whoever was at the door, he donned his sweatpants and walked towards the front door. He was about to open the door when he caught sight of his bloodied clothes from earlier, ready to be thrown out. Grabbing his wand and pocketing it, he opened the door.

His mouth fell open as he came face to face with none other than Ronald Weasley.