Smirks, Books and, Dirty Looks

The Decision

Watching her leave my heart beat pumped faster. Feeling slightly dizzy, the realization hit him. 'That was her daughter? How did I not know that?'  Draco began walking out of the the shop the opposite way that both witches had gone. Thinking of how gingerly she had placed her hand on his chest. The sound of her soft hesitant sighs and those beautiful brown eyes he could just melt inside of staring up at him. He felt like he could just watch her forever just stare into his intense gaze almost like she was ripping his soul apart. He couldn't imagine what it feels like being her, someone who is loved and wanted. 

Draco knew he wanted her on what level it was not still not clear. He clearly lusted for her and has always been slightly curious about her. Whether that was kind of childish about him or  not he could care less, but couldn't understand why. Remembering their first year when he first laid his eyes on hers it was the moment he knew then and there he was irrevocably in love with Hermione Granger. Sighing to himself he quietly whispered, 'If only she loved me back.' That's all he wanted. As he walked  to the spot where he could use the flew systems he spoke 'Malfoy Manor.' 

Opening his eyes he looked around the familiar parlor room. "Darling, an owl just left. There was a letter for you." Semi startled his eyes went to his mother. She was wearing her night clothes and it looked like she still hadn't changed. "Mother have you been wearing the same clothing all day?" Narcissa just chuckled and walked away calling out behind her. "Draco dear, since when have I had to explain myself to you? The letter is on the desk in the library." Draco smiled slightly she still is the same woman he remembered her to be,  just a little broken but still the same. He walked to the library and sat at the desk. The envelope was a light yellow like washed out butterscotch and had the faint smell of coffee. Mr. Malfoy elegantly scribbled in the front, the writing was unknown to him. He contemplated opening it, wondering who could have written to him. As he stood there looking at the envelope curiosity won and he opened it. 

'Dear Draco, 

I just wanted to formally write to you and thank you for reading to my daughter. I am sorry that we had to run out so quickly, I was just in shock. I'm not one to just be completely unaware with what goes on with my daughter. The fact that I had no idea you both were acquainted just stunned me, not in a bad way. I want to let you know that I appreciate you greatly for making her laugh with your storybook voices. 

Also, I wanted to clear the air and apologize for the interaction we had earlier. I don't know what happened today, but I will try to keep things professional with you. Please disregard anything that transpired earlier. I am well aware of where we both stand, I hope to see you tomorrow for our scheduled meeting. 

Sincerely, 

Hermione Granger.'

Draco was floored. She had written to him. This is her elegant hand writing and she smelled like coffee? Why did she feel the need to write to me. So many things ran through his mind, what her face must have looked like while trying to write to him. He felt his heart skip a beat and that made him weirdly happy. His body felt excited the more he thought about her, he felt his member begin to slightly lurch forward, he needed to go upstairs now. With a bounce in his step he hurried out of the room around the corner and up the stairs. Hearing his mother retreat to her bedroom before he closed his door. Her face flooded his mind and with every smile he remembered his cock became harder. 

Becoming more and more aroused he imagined having her right here in his room. On his black satin sheets on her back. Beautiful brown eyes staring lustrously into his stone blue grey eyes. He wanted Hermione Granger. Wanted to know what she tasted like, how she moaned, where her favorite spots were. These thoughts were driving him mad. Pulling off his shirt he continued to envision her short stature and soft curls all a mess around her rosy colored cheeks. Slowly he unbottoned his pants zipper, he was hot and he knew it every girl he met knew it too. All but one. He slowly teased his own body, running his fingers on his torso, imagining it was her touching him.

He closed his eyes and saw her soft body all over his and he felt his cock twitch. His hands were wrapping themselves around her beautiful breasts, as her eyes bore themselves into his, "Hermione, what are you doing to me.." came a slow soft whisper from his lips. He touched the head of his rock hard penis. Pre-cum was already starting to drip from the tip. He wanted to feel her hot breath on it, the thought exciting him further. Slowly he rubbed the tip feeling a great deal of ecstacy overwhelm him. Looking down at his member his also saw her on her knees mouth open eagerly waiting to take him in. In that moment he heard his mother call. "Not now." He growled back. 

He continued to massage the tip of his cock, eyes closed. He felt the pleasure start to rise again, as he brought himself closer to tipping over. "Draco, open the door." He heard his mother again. Frustratingly Draco ignored the call once again, his mind was focusing on Hermione. She was on all four, face down on his bed, exposing her slick wet entrance. He was now behind her the head playfully nudging her as she slightly moaned in pleasure. "Draco..please.." he heard her say. With every nudge he imagined he rubbed harder on the tip with his thumb slowly getting more pre-cum leaking  and coating his cock. Hermione was pleading for him to enter her full force. 

Easing up on his rub play and slowly allowing the vision of having her face down on his bed engulf him completely. He had never wanted something so bad in his entire life. *Knock, Knock, Knock* He heard the door again. "Go away mother, I'm busy." He waited to hear her walk away before continuing. His cock still painfully erect, he gripped the shaft and slowly stroked it from the head down glazing the member with every movement. As he stroked he imagined what it would feel like to be inside her. Feeling her inner walls tightening around his cock. Her wet hot inner core juicing and squelching with every hard thrust. Stroking harder, faster, with each mental moan that came from Hermione he let out one of his own. In this fantasy Hermione was willing to be fucked however he pleased. She was vulgar and wild as he plowed into her.

He felt himself build up and slowly let go careful not to cum so he could experience this longer. Draco laid down and switched positions, imagining her body and the curves he never noticed until fourth year at the ball. Her breast were bouncing slightly as she was on top riding him, he stroked more and more. Watching her imagined reactions everything felt too real. Hearing her say his name over and over as he felt he squeeze him. The urge to cum becoming more and more unbearable. He watched her face and heard her moan out how good he was making her feel made him get closer to his end. He whispered her name and she looked down at him from her exposed position on top of him fondling her breasts and licking her lips. That was all it took, he came hard. He was panting, sweaty and still wanting more. 

As his heart started to recover from the most intense moment of orgasm he felt his head was flooded by everything that had just transpired. Never in his life was he more clear about what he wanted.  In this moment Draco made a decision. He wanted Hermione Granger, and he wasn't going to stop until he devoured her whole, until she was completely his.