by Jilly H
 
 

Chapter 3
Hermione's Second Dream
 

Hermione jerked around and looked at Draco. “What are you doing in my room?” she
demanded. “How did you get into the Gryffindor Tower let alone in here?”

Draco smiled and sauntered over. “I have my ways,” he said in a seductive tone.

Hermione backed up as he got closer to her. “What are you doing here?” she asked.

“I came to see you,” Draco said, his silver eyes boring into hers.

“W-why?” Hermione asked softly, her back coming to a wall.

Draco caught her hand. Hermione shook her head pulling it away. “I’m not Slytherin, I’m
not pureblood,” she whispered. His actions made her realize she still had the crush that she
had long wished to suppress for him.

Draco smiled wryly. "I know you aren't, Hermione," he returned, his voice strong. "I don't
want you to be. I never did."

Hermione frowned, looking at him. “Then what do you want?” she whispered.

He reached again for her hand, encouraged when she let him take it. "I want you, Hermione.
See?" He placed her palm over his wildly pounding heart, then brought it down to graze the
front of his trousers beneath his robes, stiff with the throbbing pressure of his need.

"Draco, please don't..."

"And you want me." He lifted his other hand toward her, letting rest against the warm fabric
of her robes. He could feel her heartbeat thumping in time with his own, and his hand trembled
against the swell of her breast.

"I do want you, Draco," she acknowledged, her gaze not wavering from his. Then she slipped
her fingers from his, and began unbuttoning the robe, letting it fall to her feet. She then began to
unbutton the blouse beneath, slowly, seductively.

Draco exhaled with a shudder as she slid the soft fabric from her shoulders, revealing ivory
skin and a pale blue lace bra. He smiled. "I envisioned you wearing white cotton, prim and
proper lingerie," he whispered.

"Surprise," she told him, her voice husky in his ear. "I’m not the sweet innocent girl everyone
sees me as."

"This suits you," he countered, expertly reaching behind her to unfasten the bra, then back
around to cup her breasts. They were fuller than he expected them to be, round and heavy
in his hands, and when he moved his thumbs over her nipples, she moaned softly.

She looked down at him stroking her flesh, then back at him with smoky eyes, silently asking
him for more.

"Do you want me to taste you?" he asked in a low voice, feeling his manhood thrust violently
against the confines of his trousers at the mere suggestion.

"Yes," she urged him, tilting her head back and closing her eyes.
 
 

He heard her let out a high little gasp when he closed his mouth over one sensitive bud, and
he felt her nipple shrivel and grow hard as he swirled his tongue over the warm surface. He
licked and sucked, then moved to the other side and settled his mouth over her again.

She had her hands entangled in his hair, and when he finally lifted his head to look at her, he
saw that her head was still thrown back, her eyes closed. He trailed hot kisses up the curve
of her neck and buried his mouth in the sensitive hollow behind her earlobe, breathing her
clean, musky essence deeply, gratefully.

He swept her against him so that their bodies were pressed together length to length. He caught
his breath, realizing that she had blossomed into quite a beautiful woman since childhood. Now
she was all soft curves, and he sighed with pleasure as he rested his hands against her rounded
hips and moved his swollen, masculine flesh provocatively against the soft hollow at the apex of
her legs. He smiled roguishly when he felt her squirm against him.

"You feel how much I want you?" he asked raggedly, looking down at her.

"Yes."

He searched her expression for the sign that she wanted him to keep going…the helpless
desire, the wanton abandonment he had seen there before this seduction had began. What
he saw instead shook him to the core. It wasn't that she didn't want him. Far from it. But
this wasn't a naive girl surrendering to mindless passion. It was a woman fully in control, a
seductive woman thoroughly aware of what she was doing to him with every slight, deliberate
movement of her hips. For a moment, he faltered. Then she lifted her lips and swept his
mouth into a deep, brazen kiss. And he knew he was past the point of no return.

It was Hermione who moved toward the bed first, breaking the kiss she had initiated
and leading Draco by the hand across the room. She stopped him with his back to the
bed, then with a small smile, planted her two hands in the center of his solid chest and
gave a little push. He went willingly; she could never have budged him if he didn't want to.

He lay back against the quilt, propped on his elbows, and watched as she kicked off her
shoes and slipped out of the grey skirt and knee socks that where the Hogwart’s uniform.
The pale blue lace panties were next, and she took her time with those, eased them inch
by inch over her hips and down her smooth thighs, finally tossing them onto the floor and
glancing at Draco's face. She could just make out his appreciative expression in the
flickering firelight.

His smoldering eyes roamed over her womanly body, and he started to sit up and reach
for her. "No," she said, stepping up to the bed, between his straddled legs. "Not yet."

He raised an eyebrow at her, and she reached for his shirt, sliding the tails out of his
trousers and deftly unfastened the buttons. She shoved it from his shoulders and felt
something quiver deep in her stomach as she examined his powerful upper body, first
with her eyes, then with her fingertips.

She felt him quake, heard him murmur her name as she lightly, slowly stroked his bare,
smooth, sculpted chest and down along his flat, rippling abs, where a faint line of blonde
hair disappeared alluringly into the waistband of his trousers. She took her time releasing
the buttons and straining zipper that confined him. He groaned and raised his hips so she
could pull the trousers down over his muscular thighs. He kicked them off impatiently,
then looked back at her, as though daring her to keep going. He wore only a pair of
black silk boxer shorts.

She began to peel them down over his hips, holding her breath as she revealed the rest
of him, inch by tantalizing inch. His manhood sprang eagerly from the silk boxers and she
fought the urge to take him in her hand, or in her mouth.

She would. But not yet.

First she tossed the boxers on the floor behind her, then bent to kiss his knees, ever so
lightly, letting her long hair trail over his erection. "Aaah," he breathed, and thrashed on
the bed.

She continued to tease him erotically, working her tongue and lips up his body, avoiding
his most sensitive, urgent appendage except to graze it, almost by accident, with her hair.
Repeatedly she skimmed him with the silken strands, delighting in the way he shivered
and groaned and helplessly reached for her, only to have her slip from his grasp.

She could feel pressure building in her core, and knew that soon she would have to have
him inside her, or she would start writhing against the ache of her savage desire. "What do
you want, Draco?" she asked finally, lifting her head to look into his silvery eyes.

She was startled at what she saw there; startled that it wasn't just carnal need. She nearly
pulled away, so thrown was she by the raw emotion that glimmered in his eyes. Then he
spoke, and she was lost in the growl of his voice, in her own fierce craving.

"You, NOW."

At his words, she sank onto the bed beside him, allowing him to capture her upper arms,
to flip her gently so that she was lying on her back beneath him. He braced himself on either
side of her head with his strong forearms, and he dipped his head and kissed her thoroughly.
His expert hands reached down her body to stroke her damp, tingling skin, and then his
fingers probed the intimate folds between her legs, sending ripples of almost unbearable
pleasure through her body.

Now it was his turn to tease her, first with his hot, thrusting tongue and then with the rigid
tip of his erection, brushing it against her sensitive nub, then pulling away, laughing softly in
her ear when she wriggled beneath him.

"Now?" he finally asked her, just when she was certain she would have to abandon her
self-control and beg him to drive into her.

"No." she somehow managed to say, then slid out from under him, laughing softly at the
surprised dismay on his face. She pushed him back against the bed again and swiftly threw
a leg over to straddle his thighs, poised above him for one titillating instant. "Now," she
breathed at last, and lowered herself onto the glistening length of him.

She let out a deep moan as he filled her; heard him groan with pleasure beneath her. She
stayed that way for a moment, until he opened his eyes and looked up at her. Their gazes
locked, and she rested her palms on his chest and felt his hands on her hips.

Then she lifted herself with tantalizing restraint until his tip just grazed her once again. He
gasped, and she sank onto him with a little squirm that sent shimmers of bliss rocketing
through her.

She rode him slowly at first, then more urgently as the ache in her core became more and
more persistent. She bent forward without breaking the rhythm, resting her face against his
broad shoulder as she approached release. They were both silent except for their furious
panting as they worked toward release.

Then, with a cry, she was swept into sparkling waves of rapture as he exploded into her.
She collapsed against his chest and his strong arms held her. He was still deep inside her,
moving with the last little shudders of her climax.
 

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Hermione gasped as she woke up with a start at the images she had just had. “Why?” she
groaned as she fell back. She could still feel the tingle of her body from the feel of him in her
dream. This was the second dream she had about Draco, and it was starting to unnerve her.
She couldn’t have feelings for such a twitchy ferret boy. ‘A damned good looking twitchy
ferret boy,’ her subconscious said. Hermione flipped over and stared at the ceiling. Sleep
was not coming easily to her. But she was almost afraid to fall asleep, she wasn’t sleeping
restfully due to the erotic dreams she had started having. Her eyes slowly closed, but this
time, her sleep was dreamless.
 
 
 

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