Fan Fic and More

Rating: NC17

Conventions, Clubs and Caresses

Chapter 1

It was Hermione’s 4th convention in three weeks and she was losing her mind. Her office had her attending all of the International Wizarding Conventions in order to help her position in the Cooperation of International Wizarding Communities.

She had just gotten out of the shower and was dressing in her robes when the phone rang.

“Hello” she answered.

“Ms. Granger, your car is here”

“Thank you, tell him I’ll be down momentarily” and she hung up, quickly grabbing her attaché’ case and pocketing her wand as she headed out the door and into the elevator.

~ * ~

It was close to 1:00 when Hermione was finally able to leave and grab some lunch at the café around the corner from the convention hall. Her stomach had been growling so loudly that she began receiving strange looks from some of the Wizards she was chatting with at her table. She quietly excused herself and made a quick getaway towards the door. She knew she’d have to be quick as she still had four more hours left. After grabbing a scone and a tea to go she headed out the door in such a rush she didn’t see the person whom she ran straight into, almost knocking her over.

“oh, excuse me, I’m so very sor..” Hermione stopped dead in her tracks, her mouth hanging open and her eyes wide as saucers.

“Granger! Don’t you mudbloods have the decency to at least watch where you’re going?” Malfoy snarled as he walked past her and up to the counter.

She didn’t have time to stop and react. She quickened her step and went back into the convention, her mind swirling at 90 miles an hour with questions.

~*~

When Hermione got back to the hotel she noticed a very familiar redhead standing at the front desk.

“Ginny! What are you doing here?” exclaimed Hermione as she rushed to her friend giving her a bone crushing hug!

“Ugh, Hermione you’re going to crush me to death” Laughed Ginny.

The two girls made their way up to Hermione’s room quickly catching up on things.

“Harry won’t be back for 6 weeks, can you believe it. The team is off at their yearly training camp, getting everyone back into gear for the new season.” Ginny waved her hand in the air dismissively.
Harry had joined Puddlemere’s team last year as their Star Seeker. Oliver Wood had talked him up to the coach and when their Seeker had been severely injured last season, they brought Harry on board to fill in and check out his moves. So far, everyone loved him.

“So, what brings you all the way to U.S?” Hermione asked her dear friend.

“Well, with Harry gone I can’t seem to keep myself from working 23 hours a day and my boss told me if I didn’t take a break he was going to order a sabbatical, so, here I am”

“So, what is there to do in this place?” Ginny held her arms open gesturing to the hotel room.

“Honestly, I have no clue. I’ve been here for 2 days and I’ve seen the convention hall and this room, that’s it” Laughed Hermione.

“Well, that won’t do. Let’s go out tonight, a girl’s night out, what do you say?”

“Sure, why not, after the crazy day I had today, I’m all up for it” Hermione had almost told Ginny about running into Malfoy when she thought better of it. Malfoy was a sore subject when it came to Ginny. After Harry, Ron and Hermione helped defeat Voldemort, Malfoy had been released of any charges against him during the war due to the fact that he was secretly feeding information to the Ministry to help bring him down.
A few rogue Death Eaters had come after Ron and he lost his life in a dueling battle with none other than Crabbe & Goyle. Because they were always known as Malfoy’s henchmen at school, the Weasley’s took it personal, even though Malfoy had already been deemed innocent of any crimes involving the Death Eaters. Regardless, Ginny took it the hardest of the Weasley’s blaming Malfoy for his death. That had been almost 5 years ago.

~*~

“Ginny, are you sure about this? I mean, it’s just not really my thing” Hermione tried to pull Ginny away from the brightly lit club, the thumping sound of music pouring out of the doors.

“Yes Hermione. You haven’t been out in ages and we need a night out, just the two of us” Ginny explained as she dragged Hermione through the double doors and into the dark club.

The girls surveyed the club. There was a large wooden bar on the right side, overflowing with people mingling and getting drinks. There were small round tables scattered throughout the club with small candles. The dance floor occupied much of the clubs space. It was jam packed with people gyrating to the music thumping loudly through the scene.

The girls headed to the bar first to get some drinks and found a small table near the side of the dance floor. Several men had noticed to the young ladies and a few even sauntered over to ask them to dance. They both declined politely although blushing madly. Ginny proudly displayed her wedding ring but that didn’t stop the men, are you kidding, it had them even more aggressively pursuing her. One guy even told her he was happily married, but they had an “agreement” After Ginny had assured him she was only there to visit with her friend he finally made his way to another unsuspecting victim.

The girls did finally manage to get on the dance floor after a while and were having a great time enjoying the music when Hermione excused herself to run to the loo.

“I’ll come with you” Ginny stated.

Hermione waited in line with Ginny (why is the ladies lines are always longer than the men’s lines) whilst chatting away about her work here in the states.

The girls went back onto the dance floor for another half hour before Hermione stated she needed to sit down.

“It’s blasted hot in here, I’m gonna get some air” Hermione told Ginny as she headed for the side door. As soon as she walked outside the cool night air caressed her face. Not until she was outside did she feel the familiar buzz of the alcohol. Taking a deep breath and closing her eyes she leaned against the railing when she felt a warm hand touch her elbow. She quickly turned around and immediately saw the cold grey eyes of Draco Malfoy.

“What are YOU doing here” She commanded of him.

“Well contrary to belief I am allowed to go out you know” he smiled at her.

Did Draco just smile? What the hell? Hermione looked him over and noticed his silk black shirt was unbuttoned halfway down his chest, revealing his alabaster skin and taught muscled chest.

“See something you like” he drawled.

“Hardly” Hermione made to push past him when he wrapped his arms around her waist, spinning her around to face him. Mere inches away from his face Hermione gasped at the close contact.

“Come on Granger, why leave so soon, we just got here” he whispered in her ear, his tongue darting out to lick the shell of her ear.

“What the hell is wrong with you, get away from me” Hermione shuddered at his touch. Her body immediately frozen in place, betraying her mind. She hadn’t felt a man’s touch in almost 3 years. And whether she wanted to admit it or not, Draco looked damn good standing before her.

“Dance with me and I’ll leave you alone” Draco growled softly and grabbed her hand pulling her back inside to the dance floor. He pulled her close to him, pressing his body into hers seductively as he began to sway them both to the music. His strong hands pressed firmly into her back, holding her as if she would simply disappear if he let go.

Hermione’s mind raced. What was going on? Why was she letting him control her like this? Why was she so turned on by the smell of his cologne? The grip of his hands on her body? What was wrong with her?

She tried to pull away from him to no effect. Her body had betrayed her, had made it’s choice. Draco looked into her eyes, she was mesmerized. She couldn’t look away as he gently brought his lips to brush against hers in the softest of touches before delving completely into her mouth, tasting her, running his tongue dominantly across her own.

Hermione couldn’t stop herself, she gave into him completely. Wrapping her arms around his neck and pulling him closer to her, pushing their bodies together in a feverish dance for more, much more.

Suddenly Draco was pulling away from her and she whimpered at the lost of contact. It was then that she noticed Ginny standing in front of her with a gobsmacked expression on her face, staring directly at Hermione.

“Ginny!” She just stood stock still staring into her best friend’s eyes, wavering on her locked knees.

“What the hell were you doing?” Ginny asked harshly through clenched teeth.

“I…I…I don’t…” Hermione didn’t know what to say. She had just been dancing with Malfoy; hell making out with him was more like it.

“I think it’s time we go” and Ginny pulled Hermione from the dance floor. Hermione grabbed her coat and purse from the table before stealing a quick glance back to the dance floor, wait, where’d he go? Hermione looked around frantically, looking for the platinum blonde hair, those grey eyes, searching everywhere her eyes could find. He wasn’t there.

~*~

“Okay, now, can you tell me what the hell was going on” Ginny asked dropping her coat on the back of the couch and falling into the cushions with such ferocity you’d think the stuffing would have flown out of the stitching.

“Ginny, I don’t know what came over me. I didn’t tell you, but, I saw him earlier today. I went out for a bite to eat and ran into him at a café’, literally. He was rude as usual and I went back to the convention. I didn’t mention it earlier because I know how it upsets you to talk about him”

“Oh, so you felt it wouldn’t ‘upset me’ if you snogged him on the dance floor?” Ginny snarled.

“Look, I’m sorry; I honestly don’t know what came over me. It’s kind of barmy actually. I was standing outside feeling the fresh air and then there he was. I tried to push past him but when he grabbed me I just…I…well, I didn’t feel any of the hatred towards him anymore, its’ strange but, I almost felt…at peace” Hermione dropped her head trying to figure out what was wrong with her.

“He bewitched you! That’s it, the slimy git put a charm on you” Ginny nearly hollered out.

“Oh come on now. You don’t honestly believe that do you?” Hermione asked.

“Do you have another explanation for your actions tonight?”

“Well, no,…I guess it’s… possible. Look Ginny, I’m sorry. Luckily I won’t ever have to see him again, I’m leaving in the morning.” and with that, Hermione stood up and headed for the bathroom.

~*~

The next morning, Ginny and Hermione said their goodbyes in the lobby of the hotel. Hermione still had to check in with her office before she headed to the Apparition Point for her next and final convention for this leg of her trip.

She had another hour before her scheduled trip so she decided to have a nice breakfast and sort out her thoughts, now that Ginny was gone Hermione could think about what had happened last night.
‘What was it about him that all of a sudden made her <i>want</i> to see him again?’
She finished up her breakfast and made to leave when she felt a hand wrap around her wrist.

“Granger” That cool drawl in his voice sent involuntary shivers down her spine.

“Malfoy” She looked into his eyes and was lost immediately. She shyly sat back down in her chair waiting for him to sit , she asked him. “What have you done to me?” It came out rather choked instead of harsh as was intended.

“Done to you, why, nothing. Are you leaving?” Draco asked her never breaking eye contact with her.

Hermione couldn’t look away, no matter how hard she tried her eyes betrayed her and stayed locked on his in an intense gaze.

“Yes, I was just leaving.”

“Oh, okay then.” He stood and walked away from her. Walked through the café doors and out of her sight.

She shook her head, she felt dizzy all of a sudden. Trying to steady herself, she gathered her items and headed for the Apparition Point.

~*~

TWO WEEKS LATER

Finally, three whole days off with no work, no conventions and no more stress-induced headaches.

She decided it was time she relaxed and headed to one of her favorite beaches for some serious sunbathing for the next few days.

The isle is home to Newquay, a seaside haven and mecca for surfers. Fistral Beach was one of her favorites. It may be crowded, but she absolutely loved everything the town had to offer.

She checked into The Lighthouse, a family B&B that overlooked the beach. Before heading out into the sun she decided to take a small cat nap, no sense in sunbathing when you’re tired, you’ll wake up looking like a lobster for sure.

Hermione settled in to the comfy bed and fell peacefully into a sound sleep.

‘She was dancing slowly round and round on a large dance floor, she couldn’t hear the words to the music, but the soft thumping told her it was a slow dance as her body swayed side to side. A strong set of arms wrapped securely around her waist, pulling her close to a warm body. She felt a hot whisper of breath on her neck before succumbing to the feel of lips gently sucking on her pulse point. Hermione moaned at the contact of skin, gently sucking and nipping. Those masculine hands worked their way up her body, caressing her curves, coming up to cup her full breasts gently squeezing them.
Her head fell back coming to rest on a strong shoulder as her hand makes it’s way to the back of the silky feeling head.

His hand moved lower, down her ribs, over her tummy, past her skirt to her thigh. He slowly pulls the material up revealing the juncture between her legs, knicker free. He slowly turns her around in his arms, finally showing himself to Hermione.
Draco Malfoy stared into her eyes before lowering to his knees, placing soft kisses upon her stomach, never breaking eye contact. His hand moved between her legs, finding her wet and ready for him. Gently sliding his two fingers through her slit, finding her sensitive nub, giving it a playfull tug before delving into her warmth.
Hermione gasped as she clung tightly to his shoulders, barely able to stand. His fingers pumping rhythmically into her sweet spot. She couldn’t take it, the feeling was incredible. It had been so long since she had felt a man’s touch. She eased her leg onto his shoulder as he grinned up at her. He descended into her sweet passage with his mouth, licking at her clit eagerly while pumping in and out of her tight passage. He could feel her walls tightening so he pumped faster, finding just the right spot as he sucked on her clit without abandon. He was rewarded with her flowing juices as she screamed in ecstasy.’

Hermione sat upright in her bed, nearly screaming out. Her breathing was labored and she was covered in sweat. Her hand was between her legs, covered in her juices.

“Bloody Hell!”

~*~

It was 5:00 and she had been at the beach most of the afternoon. After her ‘nightmare’ she had taken a shower to wake herself (and wash herself off). She was getting hungry and decided to try some of the local cuisine she heard some of the other patrons at the B&B discussing earlier when she checked in.

As she walked out of the quaint restaurant into the night air she had a rather odd feeling of being watched. After looking around and not noticing anything out of sorts, she concluded she was going barmy and headed back to the B&B.

“Oh it’ll be great, I heard they have brilliant mixed drinks and the DJ’s are right gorgeous and play whatever you ask them to…”

The giggling girls made their way out of the door and into the night air.

‘Hmm, sounds kinda fun and that’s what I’m here for right.’ Hermione asked herself.

~*~

Freshly showered and donning her best ‘evening wear’ Hermione stepped into The Barracuda. The club was pumping with energy.

Not wasting any time, she made her way to the bar, ordered a drink and sat on a stool watching the crowd. The dance floor was completely jammed with people jumping around to the crazy tune currently blasting its way out across the crowd.

Finishing off her drink she made her way to the dance floor. Losing herself in the crowd and dancing to the music, feeling completely carefree and full of energy…when someone grabbed her from behind, pulling her close to their warm body, grinding into her backside.
She whirled around at the sight of Draco Malfoy gazing into her beautiful amber eyes.

“What the hell? Are you following me?”

Instead of answering her he pulled her close to him capturing her lips in a searing kiss.

~*~

He kicked the door to her room shut, never leaving her lips. His hands wrapped securely around her so she couldn’t get away, not that she wanted to. She was desperately clinging to him as if he were air and if she stopped kissing him she would suffocate.

They tumbled onto the bed, hands frantically searching for skin until they were completely naked and grinding into one another. Draco kissed his way down her neck, across her shoulder and down her arm until he reached her hand. Giving it a soft kiss on her palm he placed her warm hand around his throbbing erection. Taking over from there Hermione began pulling at him, feeling the silky skin around the hardness that would soon be inside her. Draco groaned with excitement as she pulled on him. He took her hard nipple in his mouth biting gently, hearing her cry out. His hand reached between her thighs, feeling her wetness.
Hermione felt like she was drugged. She knew what she was doing but couldn’t stop herself. It all felt way too good. His fingers soon found her parted lips and entered her body, flashbacks of her dream flew through her head as she cried out at his teeth biting down on her hardened nipples.
He couldn’t take it anymore, he needed to be inside of her.
He positioned himself between her legs, looked into her eyes once more, and drove into her.

Hermione couldn’t breathe. This was all happening too fast, she didn’t even remember coming back from the club. It’s too much. He was thrusting into her. She was arching into him meeting him thrust for thrust before she cried out as she came.

“Draco!”

“’Mione”

Draco fell to the side after releasing his seed deep within her walls. Breathing heavily he looked over to her and smiled before standing up and heading to the bathroom.

“Shit, shit, shit ,shit” Hermione kept whispering. That had to be the best damn orgasm she had ever experienced, and it was with Draco Malfoy!

She jumped out of bed and paced the floor nervously. ‘What in the world is going on with me? Since when do I jump into bed with someone, let alone my…enemy? Well, not anymore I guess. He’s just not someone I would have pictured shagging.’

“okay, get it together Hermione, he’ll be back in here in a minute and you’ve got to think of something to say”

“How about Hello” Draco stood in the doorway to the bathroom, leaning against the frame, smiling at her devilishly.

Gods he looked so good. His chest had filled out since the last time she saw him, well, okay, since she had seen him in 7th yr. His abs were ripped, showing a definite six pack. His shoulders, oh god those shoulders.

She cursed herself as she realized she was staring, evidence of their recent activities dripping down her thigh reminding her that this was all wrong.

“Okay, I’ll bite…Hello Draco” Hermione wished she could have been a bit more snide, but her emotions betrayed her, just as her body had done about 10 minutes ago.

“Hello Granger”

“So, are you going to tell me what’s going on? How is it that you are here? And what did you do to me?”

“Well, If I had known you didn’t know what you were doing I may have taken it a bit slower, but you seemed to know exactly what to do” He grinned impishly.

Taking a deep breath and sitting on the edge of the bed Hermione placed her head in her hands and leaned over her knees.

“Could you please just answer my question” Hermione stated, not moving in any way from her current position.

“well, I would say you did something to me when we ‘bumped’ into each other at the café since I can’t stop thinking about you and no matter what I’m doing I find myself changing plans and finding you wherever I go” Draco sighed.

“ME! I didn’t do anything to you. It was you who followed me to the club, and here, how do you explain coming here?”

“I have business on the island. I frequent clubs often and it seems to me that so do you” He chuckled.

“I’m so glad you think this is funny” Hermione ranted, standing up and getting in his face.

“Why isn’t it? Two of the most unlikely people ending up together is kind of funny” Draco pulled her closer to him “Even you have to admit that. Life is short, why waste it with such technicalities like hating each other for all the wrong reasons” he leaned down to kiss her but she pulled away.

“Ending up together? Is that how you see us is it?” Hermione asked, hands on her naked hips.

“It certainly doesn’t look like we’re separate right now does it? And I would say this is a pretty good start for ‘something’ to begin” He crossed his arms over his well defined chest and smirked at her expression.

“I certainly don’t intend for this to go any further, it’s already gone too far” she began pacing again.

“look, the truth of it is that I can’t stop thinking about you. You’re on my mind, you’re in my senses, and now” he stepped up to her, placing his finger under her chin and lifting her eyes to met his “now, you’re under my skin” He placed a soft gentle kiss on her lips before stepping back and looking at her.

“This is all crazy, it’s unreal. Something is going on and I don’t understand it” Hermione started to panic. She couldn’t be doing this, but she felt the warmth spread through her like the sunshine appearing from behind a cloud on a cold winter’s day when he kissed her.

“What’s to understand. I want you and from what I saw, you want me as well.” He said that last part so quietly she almost didn’t hear him.

“Draco, this just isn’t right. For starters you hate muggleborns, I’m no pureblood, so what do you want with me?” Her voice cracked as she asked him.

“The war changed us all. It wasn’t my opinion I was spouting, it was my families. For centuries they’ve held the belief that Purebloods were the only ones that mattered. But through the war I could see the difference. That wasn’t a life I wanted for myself. I wanted to live past the age of 16 and not at the hands of a madman” He ran his hand through his platinum hair as he slowly paced the room. Trying to explain to her that he’d changed.

“It’s been 5 years Hermione, people change, I’ve changed.”

“Then tell me one thing. Why did you call me Mudblood when you saw me in the café?” Hermione crossed her arms over her bared breasts in defiance. Her hip sticking out to the side, enticingly so, although without her knowledge.

“it was just a reaction. It had been years since I’d seen you. But ever since that day, I can’t get you out of my mind. Then I saw you at the club which I took as a sign. But then Weaslette took you away from me” As he said the last part he walked up to her, pulled her into his arms and kissed her forehead.

“Draco, I don’t know about what’s going on, but I do know that I feel…better when you’re around” Hermione looked at him confused by her emotions.

“Then go with your feelings” He dipped his head claiming her lips once again. It started out slowly, but soon turned into something more animalistic. They both gripped each other tightly. His tongue exploring her mouth eagerly, wanting to taste ever bit of her. She let him delve deep into her mouth, enjoying the sensations building within her groin at his touch. She wanted more, needed more of him.

She began walking backwards towards the bed, pulling him with her as their mouths broke momentarily for air.

An evil grin broke out across her face as she roughly spun them around placing Draco between her and the bed, pushing him onto the bed, she leapt onto his body, attacking his flesh with such vigor. Biting, sucking and licking her way down his body until she reached her awaiting treasure. Standing at full attention, his hard cock was twitching with anticipation. In one swift movement she took him into her mouth. Reveling at the feeling of his thick shaft against her tongue as she swirled around the head, giving her all as she lowered her mouth to the base of his length. Sucking eagerly as she pulled back up and off with a precise ‘POP’.

Draco was enjoying every second of pleasure she was giving him. Only this morning he had been thinking of her doing exactly this while in his shower, only this version felt a hell of a lot better. He gripped her hair in his hands as she went down on him again and again. His toes were curling as he felt his climax coming.

“Hermione, no, I want to be inside of you” He lifted her off of himself, regrettably, and lowered her body onto his ready cock. She was already wet and took him swiftly as she began riding him in earnest. Almost immediately she felt the clenching of her muscles and soon they were both screaming out in pleasure.

~*~

~*~

The bright sunlight peeked through the curtains and spilled across Hermione’s face. With a deep sigh she pulled herself upright and stretched her arms over her head. Swinging her legs over the edge of the bed and standing up she felt quite sore between her legs. Her brow furrowing, she slowly stood up and headed for the bathroom when she heard the faint sound of the shower running behind the closed door.

“Great Merlin! Draco” Her hand flew over her mouth as if to hold back the words that had just spilled across her lips.

Just as she started to panic the water turned off and moments later a towel clad Draco opened the door. Steam rising out around his body making him look like someone out of a dream. Slowly walking towards her he grinned like the Chesire Cat, dipped his head and catching her lips in a chaste morning kiss.

“Morning beautiful” Draco purred against her neck.

Small shivers went up Hermione’s spine as his breath tickled the fine hairs on the back of her neck. Her eyes fluttered closed as she whispered, “morning” softly.

Before her mind could even process her thoughts, her arms were wrapped around his neck pulling him closer to her for another kiss, not so chaste this time. The feel of his strong hips pushing into her as he grabbed her body and held on tightly as he let her take control of him with her tongue. Deftly swiping across his lips for entrance and dueling with his tongue in a soft sensual dance. Her insides were roiling with pleasure. Feeling as if she were falling from the sky with no parachute she seductively ground her hips into him.

Draco’s hand lowered from the small of her back to caress her smooth, pantiless backside, gripping her cheeks with enough pressure to keep their bodies in contact, never wanting to be separated.

Hermione broke their kiss to place small kisses and nips along his jaw line until reaching his ear and whispering “Not fair, you’re all clean and smell…delicious” lightly sucking on his lobe, her hands running across the back of his neck and grabbing a small handful of wet hair. Showing him just how much she wanted him, releasing the towel from around his waist she eased her right foot slowly up his calf, wrapping her thigh around him pulling him even closer to her body if possible.
They were practically melding into one another, gently rocking in a steady rhythm forwards and backwards as if they were the pendulum on a living, breathing clock.

Draco reluctantly pulled away, placing his hands on her shoulders and looking directly into her eyes.

“Mione’, as much as I regret saying this, I have got to get going. There is someone I must meet, I have business to attend while I am here.”

She had whimpered at the loss of contact with his body. Her stomach had felt like someone punched her when he said he had to leave.

“Will I see you again?” She looked at his face with hope and anticipation.

Draco chuckled at her “Just try and keep me away” and with that he placed another soft kiss against her lips, this one held promises. She felt as if they were the only two people in the entire world when he kissed her like this.

Stepping away from her he went back into the bathroom to get dressed. Hermione sat on the bed, dazed from his euphoric kiss. Her fingers running gently across her lips as they tingled with energy.

~*~

Draco had told her that he would meet up with her at 4:00 at the restaurant around the corner for some drinks and an early dinner. He had commented they needed to “re fuel” their energy for later that evening, kissed her passionately and walked out the door.

Hermione had decided she wanted to take a nice long, soaking bath. She wanted to be perfect for Draco this evening. Clean, smooth and literally glowing.

She poured some bath crystals the B&B provided into the large claw foot porcelain tub, the hot water rushing in and creating a swirl of bubbles & steam as she stepped into the bath. Her body welcomed the warmth into its sore muscles. She hadn’t realized just how sore she was until she felt the tension slowly leave her body.

Taking the wash cloth and dipping it into the steamy water she began massaging her neck and shoulders, the softness of the cloth mixed with the slickness of the water had her senses tingling, reminding her body how it felt when Draco had caressed her skin with his tongue and lips the evening before.

Closing her eyes she let her mind wander to last nights events, a slight blush tinged her cheeks as she recalled coming undone around his fingers and calling out his name passionately.

‘Shew, it’s getting hot in this bath, or is it just me’ Hermione thought to herself as her skin broke out in a light sweat. Thinking of Draco and how his tongue had swept deftly up and down her slit, taking her sensitive nub in his mouth while his fingers worked magic within her walls. Her hands softly caressing her breasts, slowly moving down into the water and between her thighs, where she stroked her slickened folds. Parting her lips with her fingers she found her clit and gently tugged on it with her index finger & thumb. Gasping at the feeling, her left hand still on her breast pulling and twisting her nipple until it hardened. She delved two fingers deep within her cunt. Using her thumb she circled her clit until she found a comfortable rhythm and gently rocked her hips meeting her fingers, thrust for thrust. Imagining Draco was beside her stroking his thick cock she leaned her head back and opened her mouth. Running her soft tongue across her lips wishing she had his dick in her mouth. Plunging faster and harder as she felt her walls tighten around her fingers, circling her clit furiously, yearning for completion. She pinched her nipple hard as she felt her body break lose, the tight coil within her belly giving way as she shuddered with a tension releasing orgasm.

She had almost fallen asleep in the tub, thankfully the room phone rang out signaling the front desk was calling. Quickly jumping out of the bathtub and wrapping a towel around her she reached the phone.

“Hello” She answered, dripping onto the carpet below her.

“ma’am, there is a delivery here for you, we will hold it until you can come retrieve it.” The elderly woman told her.

“Thank you, I’ll be down shortly” Hermione told the woman and hung up.

TEN MINUTES LATER

Hermione came down the steps to the smell of bacon and eggs, French toast and fresh fruit. Passing the kitchen she went to the desk to inquire about her delivery. When she rounded the corner she saw a huge bouquet of White Lillies and Pink & Purple Orchids spilling across the check-in desk.

Hesitantly, she told the woman who she was and the woman just beamed at her as she pointed to the bouquet.

“Those… are for me?” Hermione asked.

“Yes and there’s a note dear” She pointed out the card sticking out of the center of the beautiful arrangement.

She reached for the card and began to open it when she noticed the woman standing just a bit taller and leaning her way.

“I think I’ll take these up to my room, thank you very much” Hermione smiled and proceeded upstairs with her flowers.

Setting the bouquet on the desk beside the door she took the card and sat along the window seat.

<i>Mione.

These don’t even compare to your beauty and grace.
I am dying inside without your touch on my skin.

Soon.

All my heart,
Draco</i>

Holding the card to her heart, a huge smile plastered on her face, she looked out the window and thanked the Powers That Be for coming on this vacation.

It was only 9:30 and she had too much time on her hands before meeting with Draco. She decided to do some shopping. Grabbing her purse she headed out of the B&B towards the many shops that lined the streets of town, a skip in her step and a smile in her heart.

She found the store just down the street from the restaurant where they would be meeting later that afternoon.

Glancing into the window she spied exactly what she was looking for, as if it was waiting for her.

Making her purchase and heading towards the beach, her heart pounding through her chest and her stomach feeling as though a team of gymnasts had taken residence, she thought of what Draco would say when he saw her tonight.

~*~

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Hermione stepped out of the Salon feeling absolutely revived, almost as if she were reborn. She had had a manicure, pedicure, a facial and even had her hair done. It was almost 2:00 by the time she was done and headed back to the B&B to get ready for her evening with Draco. A smile formed on her lips when she thought of him. Those gymnasts in her stomach were doing back flips as soon as she pictured him in that towel. Taking a deep cleansing breath, she shook her head and headed up to her room to get ready.

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It was 3:45 and Hermione was slipping into her sling back heels. Smoothing her dress with her hands she appraised her new look in the mirror. ‘Draco won’t know what hit him’ she thought.

Grabbing her clutch she headed out of the door and bounced down the steps. Checking in at the front desk to be sure there were no messages, she stepped into the bright afternoon sunshine and headed for the restaurant.

She pulled the door open to the restaurant. It was quite dark in here. Candles were scattered throughout the restaurant giving it romantic glow. She told the maitre’ de that she was meeting a gentlemen and he guided her to the back corner where a cozy booth with a crème colored linen tablecloth adorned with a small candle and a vase with a single red rose awaited her.

To her disappointment, no one was sitting there.

She thanked the man and sat down at the table, taking deep breaths to keep her calm. The waiter arrived and took her drink order.

“A glass of Chardonnay please” she told him.

FIFTEEN MINUTES LATER

Hermione sat with her hands wrapped around her empty wine glass, huffing the small curly strand of hair that fell into her eyes. Draco had still not shown up.

Her eyes darted to the door every time the sunlight spilled across the walls signaling a new arrival.

The waiter refilled her glass as she tried to calm her tapping fingers and foot.
After downing the glass, she sighed and grabbed her clutch, standing to leave she bumped into something quiet firm and warm.

“You aren’t leaving are you?” came a deep, sexual growl in her ear.

Slowly turning her head, she looked up into those grey eyes, they were almost silver with intensity.

“I thought maybe you had changed your mind, or realized that this was mist” she was cut off abruptly by his strong lips. Giving into him she nearly moaned at the contact. This morning’s kiss had nothing on this one. Feeling herself melting under his ministrations she wrapped her arms around his neck for support. His arms snaking around her waist to pull her closer to him.

“Ahem, may I get you something to drink sir?” the waiter asked Draco.

“Yes, bring me your best bottle of champagne, tonight is a night for celebration” Draco told the waiter, never taking his hand off Hermione’s body.

“And you, you look absolutely stunning” Draco took a step back, holding her arms out to her sides and roamed her body with his eyes. She had spiked sling back silver stilettos, black stockings, an emerald green dress that hugged her waist and dipped dangerously low between her breasts, giving the slightest hint of something lacy hiding beneath. Her hair was pulled up, letting a few ringlets graze her neckline and frame her beautiful face. Her face was angelic, a soft glow about her. Her eyes, he couldn’t take his gaze off her eyes. They held so much emotion. Happiness, lust and even a bit of insecurity.

“Please, sit”

Hermione sat back down into the booth, her blood rushing through her veins in excitement. Draco sat opposite her, looking at her with those gorgeous eyes, she could get lost in them so easily. He wore a casual white button up shirt and dark green khaki pants. He looked … delicious. The thought drove her excitement straight down to her core, feeling herself getting wet. ‘Gods, calm yourself Hermione, you can’t have him right here, be patient’

“So, you mentioned something about celebrating. What’s going on?” She asked, breaking the staring contest between the two.

“Well, I just made a deal of a lifetime. By closing time tomorrow, I may never have to work again.” Draco looked into her eyes again, searching for something.
“Wow, that is worth celebrating. Congratulations!” Hermione held up her wine glass to him.

Draco reached across the table and pulled her glass from her hand and placed it on the table, sliding ever so gracefully around the booth, sidling up next to her.

“Thank you” He whispered before taking her lips in a soft, sensual kiss.

Just then the waiter appeared before them with a bucket of ice and a bottle of champagne. He placed two glasses on the table, popped the cork and poured the amber liquid into the glasses, placed it back in the bucket and asked if they were ready to order.

“Not yet, thank you, we’ll need more time” Draco told the waiter. He nodded and left them in peace. Draco picked up the glasses and handed one to Hermione.

“To tonight” He toasted.

“Tonight” she whispered as she brought the cool bubbly to her lips, never taking her eyes off of him.

“Are you hungry?” He asked her, his hand coming up to trace small patterns on her shoulder.

‘YES!, but not for food’ her brain screamed at his assault on her senses. Just his touch was sending electric bolts through her body and ending between her legs. Not trusting herself to speak she nodded her head ever so slightly.

“Good, I feel you’ll need your nourishment, for the things I plan to do to you tonight are quiet taxing” he murmured into her ear before taking her lobe in his mouth and gently sucking.

Hermione’s breath caught in her throat. ‘If he doesn’t stop this I’m going to jump him right here and now on this very table, not caring what anyone thinks’. Excitement filled her body as her heart nearly pounded out of her chest.

“Mmm, you smell so…intoxicating” He whispered in her ear before licking her jaw bone and down her neck.

“Draco...” Hermione gasped, “you really have to…unh…stop that” She closed her thighs tightly, trying to quench the wetness now pooling beneath her. “if you want to eat” she finally finished with closed eyes.

“Yes, but what I want isn’t on the menu” his hand trailed down her arm moving agonizingly slow across her lap and down to her knee. Gently sliding up her thigh pulling the sleek material with it. Resting ever so gently on the inside of her thigh, his fingers traced small circles.

Hermione couldn’t take it much longer, she wanted him so badly. Her senses were screaming for release from this torturous game he was playing.

With ever ounce of energy she had in herself, she pulled his hand away from his teasing motions.

“Draco, if you don’t stop right now, we’ll wind up making a VERY public scene that could definitely get us thrown out of here” Hermione nearly giggled at the look of disappointment on his face. You’d think she just stole an ice cream from a 6yr old little boy. Deciding she’d make it up to him, she placed her own hand on his thigh, caressing and squeezing her way up until she found his hard shaft. Giving him a good firm grasp she leaned in and whispered “if you behave yourself throughout dinner, I promise you’ll be rewarded for being a good and patient boy” she teased.

“Granger, you’re driving me insane.” He grunted, arching his hips into her hand, “But I’ll do my best to be a good boy. I don’t want to miss out on any special treats later.” He winked at her and slid back into his seat across from her.

Soon after ordering they had completely finished the bottle of champagne. Both laughing happily, talking about everything and nothing, enjoying each other’s company. Finding out little details here and there, like’s and dislikes. Soon the conversation turned naughty but neither cared for they both had a slight buzz on from the champagne.

“Top or bottom?” he asked.

“Top, I like taking control” she smiled wickedly at him.

“Mmm,” he grinned at her, “most exotic place you’ve ever had sex?”

Blushing furiously she answered “not very exotic, but…in a park, on a bench”

“ooh, do tell” he probed.

“Shall I bring you more champagne?” The waiter appeared out of nowhere.

“No thank you, but would you kindly check on our meal please, we have an appointment to attend to” Draco told the man.

“yes sir” and scurried off.

“Where is it we are going?” Hermione questioned him.

“Someplace we can be alone, someplace I can ravage your delectable body without prying eyes, a place where I can make you scream my name as I make you come undone for me” he took on a serious look. Before Hermione could say anything the waiter showed up with their food.

“Enjoy your meal”

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