She Is Made Of Gold |Hermione Poly Fic| Book 2

Chapter Eight

Smut warning.
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Hermione

It was Saturday and she sat up in bed. It was the middle of the night and nothing had been the cause of her rising. She lay back down and rolled her body close to Viktor's.

Suddenly playful, she cupped his rear giving it a hearty squeeze. She kissed him most vehemently, and he awoke, grasping for her hips in the dark.

Admittedly, Hermione's sex drive was rather small, and Viktor was happy to get whatever she offered. He was genuinely interested in understanding her body and what gained the best reaction. His mental checklist was run through every time and he made sure to utilize what Severus said, and what Draco boasted about.

Though he was sure he was the most endowed of the men, because she would hesitate to plunge too quickly into love making. There was much preparation and foreplay, and cooing in the darkness.

She flicked on the light, and flipped them, so that she was on top. She wouldn't have been able to do this task if Viktor hadn't wanted her to. "Watch me, Viktor," she whispered, her hands pressing down on his pecks. He nodded breathless at the sight of her.

Her hair fell before her breasts, which were soft and pink. They were rather small but it meant nothing to Viktor as they fit perfectly into the palms of his large and calloused hands.

Her skin felt like rose petals against his, smooth and delicate, supple to the touch. He reached and pushed the hair behind her ears allowing a better view.

Passion rolled through them, feverish and fervid. He took one of her breast into his mouth, nipping gently. Her hand gripped the back of his neck, rotating her hips gently.

He held her to him, hands on her back, fingers splayed, pressing down in a comforting manner. Once they both had finished, they cleaned up, using the restroom. Then he lifted her and tucked her close to him, pull the covers over their bodies.

He didn't understand her sudden wanton gaze, but enjoyed it nonetheless. He caressed her head, kissing and touching her sleepily. The two of them were so contented with their love making. So wholly satisfied and happy.

The next morning a letter arrived for Hermione. She stood in the kitchen, in her underwear, feeling no shame in her body. They had all seen her, and touched her intimately, she had no reason to blush or be shy.

"This is yours," Draco leaned down to kiss her, fingers trailing down her spin as he handed her an envelope. It was extravagant and thick. In Ginny's hand writing was her name.

She sat and opened it slowly, Draco still nuzzling her. "It's a wedding invitation. Ginny is getting married and she wants me as her maid of honor."

She clapped a little, turning to look at Draco, "I bet Blaise will make you his best man."

He nodded, and kissed her at again, before leaving the kitchen to take a shower. Hermione basked in the idea of going to a wedding, looking at her engagement ring. Every time she caught a glimpse of it she was struck by how lovely it looked.

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Severus

When he entered the kitchen he saw her. The morning glow made her look like a renaissance Angel. She looked delicious and his body agreed. He suddenly felt bad for keeping things from her.

"Oh, Sev," she gasped, crossing one arm to cover her chest on instinct, "You're so quiet."

He crossed the room just as silently, biting the shell of her ear and whispering, "And if you are to, I think we can get away with it on the island."

He was joking of course and chuckled darkly. She shuddered as he moved her arm and examined her, appreciative. He knew what riled her up, and he loved to use legamacy when the made love to do what she wanted. She didn't always outwardly say it and it was difficult.

He used it now as he stared into the coffee colored eyes. The thoughts could make any other man blush.

"Ms. Granger, how vulgar!"

They shared a laugh and a kiss, Hermione playfully hitting his arm.

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