Dramione: Skills for life

9. In the dark

WARNING
My friend wrote the smuto( it wasnt my idea)part in the middle. Anyone under 14 just skip this chapter and go on to chapter 10.
Thank you.

Draco felt along the wall, irritated the he couldn't just use his wand for lumos.

"Hermione?" shouted Draco.

"I'm right here." came Hermione's voice, right behind Draco. He spun around and accidentally whacked her arm with his outstretched hand.

"Ouch." said Hermione. Draco blinked, thankful his eyes had adjusted to the darkness. He saw Hermione's bright brown eyes and the worry present.

"Sorry. Where's the candles?" asked Draco. Hermione told him they were on the kitchen table, the lighters beside it. They lit about twenty of the tea candles and placed them all in the living room. Hermione handed Draco and flashlight and showed him how to turn it on. Draco disappeared, placing candles in the the bedroom and a single one in the bathroom. The power had been out for about thirty minutes and already they felt the temperature dropping.

"Mione?" called Draco.

"Here." said Hermione, in front of him.

"So, what should we do?" asked Draco, since it was dark.

"I dunno. Let's just watch the storm for a little while." suggested Hermione. They took a seat on the couch, after pulling open the curtains. The snow reflected the light nicely.

"Draco, what's something that nobody knows about you?" asked Hermione after about another half hour. She was chilly.

"I'm scared to death of dying by fire." replied Draco. "Now you."

Hermione tapped her finger to her lip. "Hmm...the summer before my second year I was running after a schoolyard bully and tripped. I broke my arm and was so upset and embarrassed I accidentally set her favorite purse on fire."

Draco burst into laughter. "Okay, you're turn.

"Hmm... what's your favorite food?"

"Any kind of fruit." replied Draco. "Mother always had a lovely garden and kept many fruit trees and bushes. What's yours?"

"Probably chicken Parmesan." said Hermione. "Who was your first kiss?"

Draco pulled a face. "Pansy, third year Christmas. Who was yours? Weasel or Potter?"

Hermione's face hardened. "Neither. It was Viktor Krum, fourth year Christmas."

"Okay, reasonable. I forgot you dated that dolt."

"Viktor is not a dolt." scolded Hermione, looking up at him. He laughed and wrapped his arms tighter around her. "Who did you lose your virginity to? Dear god, it was Parkinson right?"

Draco grimaced. "Don't judge me. It was fourth year and I wanted some action. Since we're on the topic, who was yours? Or is Granger pure?"

She snorted. "Hardly. I almost lost it to Viktor, against my better judgment. But we stopped before we went all the way. I lost it to Ron the week after we won the war."

"Surprised it wasn't sooner." noted Draco.

"Well I hardly had time for sex after fifth year. I was on the run with Harry and Ron from July to May, and I hardly had time then." said Hermione wryly.

Draco's eyebrows furrowed. Hermione didn't often mention what happened in those lost months. He saw her and the Wonder Duo on the day of the war, haggard looking and gaunt.

"Hmm...who was your first love?" asked Hermione after a moment of silence.

"You." whispered Draco, his grey eyes smoldering down at Hermione. A shiver went down her spine. Hermione lifted her head up, and kissed him. It was a sweet, passionate kiss. Suddenly it turned into more.

"I have an idea of how we can get warm." mumbled Draco against Hermione's lips.

Anticipation swelled inside of Hermione, along with a sliver of nervousness. Hermione's bravery took over though, and she wrapped her arms around his neck. She squealed when Draco lifted her up. He carried her blindly into the bedroom. Draco waved his hand and the candles lit.

"They never said anything about wandless magic." smirked Draco. He returned his attention to her lips. They kissed before Draco began to kiss along her jaw.

SMUT BEGINS...NOW.

"I want you." replied Hermione, hungrily kissing him. He ran his tongue against her lips, begging for entrance. Their tongues did a dance. Hermione's hands traveled along his taunt abs and biceps, covered by a thin t-shirt. She loved muscles. Her delicate fingers barely grazed his pajama pants. "I want you so bad."

Draco smiled as he began to kiss along her jaw and down the nape of her neck. He sucked the soft spot just below the earlobe, causing her to moan. The spaghetti straps of the tan ktop fell down her shoulder. Draco gently tugged it over her head then unhooked her bra, revealing her perfect breasts. He took a second to marvel in their beauty, feeling the stir in his lower region. Draco left a trail of kissed before latching onto her nipple. She moaned as he moved to the other. Her peaks were hard as he locked his lips with hers. She fell back against the pillow, and Draco pulled off her pajama pants and his t-shirt.

Draco got on top of her, and began to trail kisses down to her belly button. He kissed around it, before coming to a halt at her white lace Cosabella thong. He licked his lips as he dragged it off with his teeth. Hermione moaned as she felt his breath on her lower lips. It was the flick of his tongue against her clit that elicited a moan. He proceeded to lick her up and down, inside and out. Occasionally she would buck her hips, causing him to apply more pressure. Finally, her inner walls clenched around his tongue. Hermione's body writhed with pleasure. Draco returned to her head, and kissed her passionately, letting her taste herself.

Hermione jumped up and unbuttoned Draco's jeans. She slid them off, revealing a tent in his boxers. She smirked up at him, but he felt no shame. She practically ripped those off. He was big, that was true. Unconsciously, she licked her lips. Lust clouded Hermione's eyes and brain as she took him in her mouth.

"Sweet merlin." groaned Draco, his head lolling to the side. She proceeded to lick him up and down,in and out. After a few moments of that, she stopped and laid back. Draco sat up and got on top of her.

"Are you sure?" whispered Draco, as he positioned himself at her entrance. Hermione licked her lips and stared at him with her sultry brown eyes.

"If I wasn't, I wouldn't be here." replied Hermione, getting antsy. Draco smirked and thrust into her. Hermione hissed in both pain and pleasure. He grunted as he moved in and out. Hermione clawed at Draco's back. He thrust in and out until Hermione began to writhe in familiar pleasure.

"Oh god!" groaned Hermione. "Sweet Merlin!"

Draco felt himself build up, before releasing inside of her. He pulled out, sticky and sweaty.

"That was...stupendous." murmured Hermione, moving over and laying her head on his chest. They stared out at the snow.

END OF EL SMUTO

"Draco?"

"Hmm?"

"I'm cold." said Hermione. Draco laughed.

"Let's take a hot bath, then eat some dinner, eh?" suggested Draco. Hermione nodded happily. She bounced off and he heard the sound of running water. Draco leaned against the pillows, basking in happiness. Wow thought Draco.