When Hermione Fights

The First Morning in a New Home

Chapter beta: Dani

Chapter translator: Nik & Aivy

BOOK 3

Chapter 101

Coverart: Alydwen (alydwen(dot)deviantart(dot)com)

~WHF~WHF~WHF~WHF~WHF~WHF~WHF~

The next morning, I opened my eyes as usual at six in the morning but my brain wasn't awake yet.

Everything that had happened, in all its inconceivable impossibility, really took it out of me. I felt Draco's naked, familiar body pressing close to mine. I didn't even know what had happened when I returned to Draco. I had been so exhausted, and after what had happened the last few days it was no wonder. The arrival at the Manor and the encounter with Lucius had affected me to the bone, thus we had just gone to bed quickly without talking - or rather fallen, in my case - and Draco had held me, which had been exactly what I needed; his closeness, without requirements, just that he gave me his constant comfort.

Exhausted and tired, I had fallen asleep surrounded by his strong arms, sleeping as well and dreamlessly as I hadn't slept for a long time. It felt good not to think for once.

Only now, in Draco's comforting presence, did I allow myself to become doubly aware of the loss of my parents, which I hadn't permitted myself to do before. But here, I could afford this vulnerability.

Precisely because of the realisation that I had lost something forever, I wanted to live, to feel, and it was a goddess-sent opportunity that Draco not only enjoyed my closeness but felt aroused by it, as evidenced by his big, hard excitement pressing tightly against my bottom.The sensation made me smile.

I didn't know if he was still asleep or just slumbering, but I began to circle my pelvis provocatively and rubbed myself demandingly firmly against his bulging cock. His arousal was still growing and that also increased mine. Inside me, my muscles already clenched together in anticipation. It was too long ago that I felt him last.

He accepted the invitation in a sudden movement by reciprocating the pressure. Also, his hands began to caress my hips and my breasts, grazing my hardening nubs. He began to rub against me in a teasing way, and I heard him moan lowly.

It was fortunate that we hadn't bothered to put on any sleepwear yesterday, but had merely dropped into bed naked, enabling me to feel his warm skin on mine and his chest pressing against my back demandingly without any clothes getting in the way. After he had brushed my sleep-tangled hair to the side, he nuzzled my neck passionately and peppered it with small kisses, bites and swipes of his tongue.

I moaned wantonly; this was an excellent way to start the morning. There was only my body and the feeling of being alive. There was no place for thoughts; I felt nothing but my desire. With precision, he let his finger slide to my pleasure centre, slipping gently between my labia, which were already slightly wet, and now gave his loving attention to my clitoris. I buried my face in the pillow and gave myself over to the intoxicating feeling.

Suddenly, I felt him gently bite into my shoulder, which made me growl. He then moved on to playfully nibbling my neck to tease the sensitive skin there, and I gasped, willingly spreading myself out for him because I was more than ready. I noticed him pulling his hands back to open me up and slowly, bit by bit, he brought his full erection into me.

He slid deeper and deeper, and I moaned quietly and tried to keep still, although I almost couldn't because of the way he filled me just felt too good. When he sheathed himself with a courageous thrust to the base, he dug his hands firmly into my flesh at the hip to be able to move within me. A sharp scream escaped from me, which I muffled with the cushion.