The Erised Effect

Periwinkle

   His lips were softer than she had imagined. She had a fantasy in her head that if she were to everkiss him, then it would be hot, brutal and rough... it was always hot, brutal and rough. The Draco inher head would grab her, entwine their tongues and then his hands would be all over her at once;feeling every bit of skin that he could. He would be harsh and demanding and would hold herclose; leaving her breathless with anticipation of what he might do next. 

   The real Draco was quite the opposite. The real Draco let her kiss him tentatively; he let her be theone to open her lips first to deepen the kiss. He let her tongue slip out first and find his; makingthem both groan from the contact. Hermione held the nape of his neck with one hand and squeezedhis thigh with the other, and she heard him moan gently into the kiss...but he didn't touch her;didn't put his hands on her. 

   Hermione didn't break the kiss, but licked along his bottom lip and nipped there as she broughtboth hands to each of his thighs as she stood up, leaning over him and letting him lean back into thearmchair, his hands fisting on the arm rests. She was still between his legs; leaning into him... ifshe straddled his hips now, she would be wide open to him. 

   But he still didn't touch her. Instead, she felt him smile against her lips, and when she pulled back,she saw him with his eyes closed. He was breathing hard as if he was trying really hard toconcentrate. 

   "You can touch me..." she whispered against his lips. "I won't break..." 

   He was silent for a second, before he swallowed and opened his eyes, looking hungrily at her. "If Itouch you then I won't stop...I'll want to break you." He told her, one of his hands unfolding andhis fingertips were reaching out to touch the skin of her thigh... but he never made the contact."You saw me...you know what I want to do to you..." he finished warningly. 

   Heat crept into her belly at the thought; the things she had seen ... the things he did to her... the wayhe touched her... things she would think about later, alone in her bedroom and imagine everythingall over again, and pretend it was his hands touching her in every place that he had in his fantasy. 

   She saw his flinch to himself slightly, and she instantly knew what he was thinking. He must havehad a form of events in his head that went very differently to what she witnessed as she watched.All Draco could think about is that his control had slipped as he had fucked her wantonly ...thereality of it was actually quite the opposite. 

   It had turned her mouth dry to watch his hips pumping in and out of hers, watching her moan withecstasy as he kept up her torturous pace. The muscles in his back were tensed as she had clung ontothem, before reaching his arse... that was when the struggle between pleasure and pain had beenclear on her face but oh, god... the pleasure must have outweighed the pain for her to make thenoises she had... it looked incredible. 

   It was wildly romantic. Even as he had fucked her up the bed...it was passionate and allconsuming, and Hermione had never experienced anything like that in her life so far. It made theneed to experience it for herself burn inside of her. What he had shown her in his fantasy is exactlyhow she had imagined it...it was part of her fantasy, too. 

   She leaned in again until her lips were a breath away against his. "Draco," she began, feeling theheat rise within her, and she saw him shudder at the sound of his name on her lips. "What youthink I saw, and what I actually saw were two very different things..." she felt his eyes look at herface. 

   "You think you were going too rough..." one of her hands on his leg travelled up to his chest andshe put a knee on the chair between his thick thighs. "...but the look on my face told medifferently..." she whispered.