by Jilly H
 
 

Chapter 2
Draco's First Dream
 

“What are you doing here, Malfoy?” Hermione asked as she walked into the old
Transfiguration classroom.

Draco looked over at her. “What difference does it make?” he asked. “The same could
be asked of you.”

Hermione smiled slyly at him. “Perhaps,” she said. “But then again…”

Draco frowned. “Granger, what the hell is your problem?” he asked.

Hermione crossed her arms, watching him. “What makes you think I have a problem?”
she asked.

Draco raised his eyebrow. “You keep watching me… oddly,” he said.

Hermione slowly began to move forward, and for the first time, Draco backpedaled away
from her. The look in her eye almost frightened him. His back connected with the wall behind
him, and he looked around almost frantically searching for a way out. He suppressed the urge
to flinch as Hermione lifted one small hand to run it down his chest. She toyed with the
embroidered crest on his robe. “I have my reasons for watching you,” she said in a low voice.
Her eyes were riveted on her hand toying with the crest. Ever so slowly she raised only her
eyes to look into his.

Draco took a deep breath, watching her. He wasn’t sure what to do or say. Astonishment
of this sort was not becoming of a Malfoy. He could practically hear his father spitting those
words at him if he knew what was going on. Draco reached to take Hermione’s hand from
his chest when he realized he was paralyzed. He saw a fire begin to burn in Hermione’s eyes
as she watched him. “What are you doing to me?” he asked huskily.

Hermione slowly smiled. “I hope a lot,” she whispered. Draco almost jumped out of his skin
when Hermione’s hands slid beneath his robes. His hands were flat against the wall, almost
as if they were pinned there. In a sense they were, especially when he felt Hermione’s fingers
plucking at the button of his trousers. He couldn’t move until he felt her hands dip beneath the
material of his trousers and past the boxers he wore. His hips jerked when he felt her begin
to caress the almost permanent erection he found he often had around her.

Hermione raised her face to gaze at him. “I think I know how to take care of this,” she
whispered, her hands toying with him.

The words alone shocked Draco. This situation shocked him. But when he saw Hermione
kneel in front of him, brushing aside his robes and lifting his straining flesh from his trousers a
nd boxers, he thought he would pass out from the sheer astonishment of it. He was quickly
brought out of his reverie with a hiss when he felt the tip of Hermione’s tongue gently pressed
against the tip of his cock.

Hermione looked up towards him and smiled before she wrapped her lips around the tip
of him and slid her mouth along his length. Draco hissed, his head falling back against the
wall. A low groan escaped his lips as he felt her mouth slide completely over him, deep into
her throat. To feel the velvety warmth of her mouth close so silkily around him, made him
begin to wonder what it would be like to sink into another crevasse of her body in the
same way. The feel of her around him then would send him spiraling off axis he just knew.

Draco grunted and dug his head into the wall when he felt Hermione’s teeth scrape along
his length, electric jolts racing through him from his cock. His hips began to rock of their
own accord before he growled and cried out as she gave one last suck and plunge with
her mouth and he erupted inside of her mouth.

After what seemed like forever, Hermione slid up his body and gently kissed his chin. “All
better,” she whispered huskily.
 

~~

Draco jerked awake with a groan. Sweat beaded his brow as he looked around then
cursed. The silk sheets that covered his bed were a bit sticky, showing his dream had
had quite the affect on him. He lay back, his blonde hair splayed slightly on his pillow.
He almost felt like he wanted to reach down and touch his flaccid member to see if it
still felt a bit of a tingle from the dream. The same tingle Granger’s mouth had created.
He groaned a bit at the memory of it. He tried to close his eyes to fall back asleep
without the erotic dreams he was having.

~~

“Looks like Malfoy’s losing sleep or something,” Ron said.

Hermione glanced in the direction Ron was, noticing that Malfoy did look a bit tired. She
shrugged non-chalantly. “Does it matter?” she asked. At least he isn’t having the same type
of dreams I am, she thought to herself.

“Not really,” Ron said turning his attention away from the Slytherin boy. Draco could feel
them watching him but he didn’t look up. He didn’t want to look at Granger for fear of
reliving the dream from the night before. He didn’t know what to do about them…
 
 
 

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