mean to tell me, the night of the party that was your first time?"
"Yes, well first six or seven times, if you want to get technical," she answered, tartly.
He was making her feel like her inexperience was something to be embarrassed about.
Where was her skirt and bra? She wanted to look under the bed, but she had a feeling he'd snatch her if he got the chance.
"Take your clothes off and come back here," he ordered, predictably. And then, to her mild disbelief, he added. "I'm sorry if my reaction upset you, I'm just surprised is all."
Hermione was still mad. He had stomped obnoxiously over what was a delicate subject. She would not humour him. "Sod off, Malfoy."
He raised an eyebrow at that, and then, with a dramatic sigh, got out of the bed.
Her heart rated spiked.
Good lord, he was menacing when he wanted to be. She squeaked, more from anticipation than anything else. There was a tiny bit of fear, which seemed to add to her anticipation in a very pleasing manner. She could feel his arousal as well, a darker sub-layer under her own.
He made her stand still, like a store mannequin, while he stripped her down to nothing once more, and then gently nudged her back to bed.
The sight of his erection, pointing to the ceiling, made her mouth dry. She was still cross with him, though.
"Why are you being difficult about this? Isn't it customary for the man to be somewhat glad that his partner isn't the village broomstick?"
He broke into a grin at that last comment. "You suck cock like you've done it plenty of times before. I made an assumption, an incorrect assumption, it would seem," he admitted.
Frankly, it was a relief to know that he didn't need to be obsessed about her past lovers. Now, however, he found that he wanted to know if she'd practiced on Weasley. Or anyone else, for that matter. But he was fond of his head and did not want to lose it because he was tactless enough to ask at that moment.
"You really do have a way with words, don' t you?" she informed him, blushing furiously.
He seemed amused that she was determined to stare at her feet as she addressed him.
"I suck your cock like I've been doing it for years," she corrected, sheepishly. Her face felt hot enough to cook eggs on.
They were back at the bed now but were not yet in it. He was stroking her arms and back. "Tell me something," he asked, casually, like he was asking for the time. He turned her away from him, used his foot to spread her legs apart, and then gently bent her over the bed. She bit her lip as he slowly pressed into her.
"Was I gentle?" he asked, when he was buried to the hilt and they were body against body with no space in between.
It took her a moment to find her voice. "No, you weren't. But if I wanted gentle, I would have been with you that night."
"Ah," Draco replied, through gritted teeth. His hands gripped her hips. "Great answer."
**
He was walking around the room, stark naked, shoving his Nutrisoil cap and the remainder of his money, into his bag. After he had re-lit the lantern, he picked up the burnt quilt with two fingers, wrinkled his nose a little and tossed it into a corner.
The point was that he was doing all this without a stitch of clothing on. The man had no concept of shyness, obviously.
Hermione told him so.
He smiled at her. She would never get used to his repertoire of smiles. This one was a real heart-stopper.
"Bit late for blushing isn't it?"
She pulled the sheet over her head. "I will always blush."
"And I will always like that you will always blush," he answered, while pulling on his trousers. "Get dressed. We should have just enough time to get back to Hogwarts before we are officially, indecently late."
That snapped her out of her languorous daze. Hermione gathered her hair over her shoulder in a manner he found utterly feminine. "Really? What time is it?"
"Four in the morning." Draco shoved his wand into a back pocket and Hermione was tempted to nag at him not to. The wizarding world lost a buttock every other week because of such carelessness.
"Which means we'll have to wake up the castle to get back in," she lamented.
Which meant they would have to return separately. The thought depressed her.
He had disappeared into the water