Inside Your Mind

wicked game

Wicked Game - Chris Isaak

December 25th 1999

Draco blinked a few times as he tried to register Hermione's question. Had she really asked him that or was he dreaming?

'Draco.' Hermione whispered.

He felt her fingers brush over his jawline and his hand came up to hold her warm touch to his cheek, leaning into it, and a smile stretched on her face.

'Kiss me.' She whispered again but it was no longer a question.

Draco didn't need telling twice.

Soft lips met slowly; for the first time in almost a year Draco pressed his lips to the girl he had followed, protected, cared for for too long without telling her the whole truth. He'd lied, he'd hidden, he'd deceived, he'd done everything wrong. But now, as she opened her lips and let him slip his tongue into her waiting mouth, he was going to do something right.

So he was determined to take this slow; to savour, to cherish, to worship. To treat her the way she deserved to be treated.

Hermione let out a small moan when Draco's hands gripped her waist and pulled her closer. She hadn't realised how much she had missed the feel of Draco's lips against hers. Though they hadn't shared much physically it had never left her mind (she did NOT count the months where she didn't remember him) and now that they were once again kissing each other she never wanted to stop.

But she broke away from the kiss anyway.

'I have to be at The Burrow for eleven.' Hermione gasped as Draco's lips connected with the sensitive skin at the base of her neck.

'No.' Draco said simply as he pulled them down to sit on the sofa, one of Hermione's knees on either side of his lap, never removing his lips from her skin.

'Yes.' Hermione replied. She had tried to sound firm but Draco had chosen that moment to bite her jaw and it came out as more of a gasp.

'I love it when you give me words of encouragement.' Draco muttered as he pulled Hermione's jumper and T-shirt over her head in one swift movement. He had expected to feel the material of a bra when he pressed his hands to her chest and let out a low moan when he found that he only met bare skin and pert nipples.

'I couldn't find a clean bra before I came over.' Hermione blushed, gasping when she felt Draco's tongue against the curve of her left breast. 'I didn't want to waste any time in searching.'

'Hmmm.' Draco hummed as his hands ran up the bare skin of Hermione's back in an effort to pull her closer. 'You can forget them altogether when you're around me.'

'Draco, I really don't have time, I need to shower before I go to The Burrow.' Hermione insisted as he kissed his way back up to her mouth.

His lips kept her quiet for another few minutes as his hands teased over her bare skin in an effort to crumble her resolve.

'I have a shower.' Draco offered as he once again moved his lips down to Hermione's chest, this time to the right nipple as it had been neglected before. He bit down lightly and Hermione shifted her hips into his lap.

'I really should go, it's almost half ten.' Hermione sighed as she ran her fingers through Draco's hair.

Draco showed his dislike for her wanting to leave by marking her neck with a purple bruise.

'Draco!' Hermione squealed when she realised what he was doing.

'Look,' Draco said as he pulled away from tasting every inch of Hermione's skin and met her gaze. His hands were gripping her hips, his thumbs hooked around her hipbones, with his fingers stretching around so that the tips touched the small of her back. 'You're not leaving here until I've shown you how much I've missed you, missed this. I can do it quick or I can take it slow. Personally I'd prefer to take my time but if I have to work to a schedule I can do it.'