With you in my arms - chapter 30

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It must have been way past midday when he finally woke up, but Draco didn't really mind. Memories from earlier made him smile. Every time he got the chance to make love to Hermione she astounded him anew. Feeling her body always meant feeling the touch of her soul as well. It wasn't just one part of her that was responding to his caresses and kisses, it was her whole being. She seemed to somehow let her love engulf him, make him feel safe and wanted. The fact that she honestly wanted to be with him was more than he...

His thoughts were derailed by the feeling of Hermione starting to meander her fingers from their resting place on his chest in the general direction of his navel. Though he found himself wishing they wouldn't stop there. Her touch was light and butterfly like. He did his best to stifle the moan that was trying to escape his lips. Smelling her scent as she moved her head to gaze at him came with the feeling of him getting hard again. She smiled seductively at him. He claimed her mouth in a kiss filled with desire.

Draco was moaning into her mouth as he felt her drawing small circles with her fingertip on his thigh, a shiver run through him as she brushed along his erection. Her mouth moved to his neck, her teeth grazing his skin. The sound escaping him was a husky mix of moan and growl. Moments later his breath caught in his throat as he felt her kissing her way along the trail her fingers had taken. Her skin created a wonderful connection between their bodies as she was covering his with her own. Surely she wouldn't want to...? He felt himself nearly faint as the tip of her warm, moist tongue was circling his navel.

Soft lips caressed his skin leading south. His right hand was gently touching her shoulder. Her skin seemed to be on fire. As was his whole being a moment later as he felt her kiss the tip of his erection. He could barely hold it together any longer. She was most certainly his death! A moment later he yet again felt her flee their bed.

A loud cry of utter frustration rang around the room. She had been only an instant away from... The thought alone was enough to have him climax. Hard.

When he was slowly returning to reality he glanced at the mess under the sheets then towards the bathroom door. He sighed heavily. What was this girl doing to him!


Ron was sitting together with Harry in the Leaky Cauldron after work. He had been lucky that his father had to meet somebody here after finishing at the Ministry. Otherwise the two friends would have had to meet at the Burrow.

Harry didn't want to go home yet as the house would only remind him of Ginny, who was somewhere in the Midlands at the moment for her first official training with the Harpies. He was really proud that she had managed to get on the team, but it meant them not being able to see each other as much as he would have liked to. He would see her at the weekend, when she was playing in Newcastle. He would be in the box reserved for the boyfriends and husbands of the team members for the first time. It was a somewhat odd thought. Harry would be meeting the partners of all the Harpies. He would become a supporter when until now he had always been used to be a player himself. Times were changing it seemed.

"Whom has Shaklebolt sent to find Hermione again?"

Ron's voice slowly penetrated his thoughts.

"What? Oh, the guy with the green hair and Dawlish, I think. Why?"

"I was just wondering, if Ginny might know, where she is. Them being best friends and all that."

Harry looked at him.

"Aren't you supposed to be her friend as well? Her best friend?"

"Yeah, but if she is having emotional reasons for doing things she's more likely to tell Ginny than us, isn't she?"