Shifting Perspectives

With the Alihotsy still lingering in her blood, clouding her thoughts, Hermione couldn't stop herself from giving into this desire. She'd wanted this - him - and that body - for so long. Though at the edge of her consciousness, she could feel something barely tickling her... something out of place. But she couldn't separate him from that body right now. She needed both like she needed to breathe.

Hermione wrapped her arms around the much shorter, smaller, and softer person in front of her. She pulled Draco's curvy body into hers, immediately overwhelmed by how good he felt... and how good he fit against her.

She leaned further down into the kiss, desperate to taste that full red mouth. The pressure of her lips on his was exquisite. He moved just a bit and in doing so, managed to brush his entire body against hers, lips included. She moaned aloud, pulling him far more forcefully to her... creating even more of the achingly wonderful friction.

His mouth opened now beneath her larger one, and she felt his hot wet tongue push past her lips, tasting and exploring... and claiming. It was maddening. She literally felt like all of the nerves of her body were experiencing the entirety of that kiss.

Taking advantage of her long arms, she held him close with one, while she traced the side of his torso with the other - all the while, slowly moving upwards. Even as she pulled her mouth back to nip at his bottom lip, she grazed her fingers across the swell of his breast. As the tips of her fingers ghosted over a hardened nipple, she could hear the hitch in his breathing. Or maybe that was hers?

She didn't linger there, though, and instead worked her hand up towards his face. She cupped her palm around the soft skin of his jaw, letting her fingertips lightly stroke the delicate space just behind his ear. Oh, she knew just how good that would feel for him... yes, right there. He pushed up against her in response, both leaning his face further into her hand and rubbing his breasts against her chest.

He was moaning now. She could feel it in the soft warm breaths that were escaping from between their lips. She couldn't stop kissing him. She wanted to bite at his lip again and maybe lick and nip at the incredibly sensitive area behind and below his ear. But she couldn't bring herself to move away from him.

He was continuing to rock against her, ever so gently pressing those familiar breasts against her. And those hips, too. Hermione's arm wrapped around his waist ensured that he arched his back into her. So when he moved his hips, she felt soft flesh rub against her cock. It was just so good. She could barely think.

"Hermione," came his whisper. But she still couldn't take her greedy lips from his.

"Hermione," he said raggedly. And this time he sounded a bit more insistent. With some effort, she pulled her mouth away from his and seized the opportunity to lick the soft pink flesh of his earlobe.

Draco made a gurgling sound and whatever he wanted to say no longer seemed important.
Oh, the taste. Was this what she tasted like? There was something about it--something really lovely. She felt like she could taste warmth and comfort in his skin. And she noticed the faintest taste of what she could only describe as metallic. But that made sense, considering that Draco was experiencing her monthly cycle right now. The whole thing was familiar and yet still different. She licked him with more force, taking care to press into the dip below his ear. She smiled when her efforts were rewarded with another low moan.

He had tilted his head over to the side, giving her access to his neck. And in the low light of their Common Room, she thought his skin fairly glowed. The sight and the smell and taste of it were all so completely intoxicating.

"Hermione, please slow down... just a second. I have to ask you..." he groaned as she gently pulled on the hair at the base of his head. "Oh..."

But then she felt those small hands come down from around her neck and slowly but firmly push her away. Her grey eyes widened in surprise as she tried to make sense of his actions.

She shook her head just a bit in an effort to clear some of lustful haze from her mind.

"Draco?" she said thickly.

He had only pulled far enough away to be able to meet her gaze. His hips were still pressing against her own, teasing them both without mercy. She bit her lip, closed her eyes, and forced herself to list the ingredients of the Polyjuice Potion. She got as far as boomslang skin when she felt Draco push particularly hard against her cock. Her eyes flew open just in time to see a look of intense hunger play out across his delicate features.

He rubbed against her one more time and then held himself very still. He swallowed audibly and then looked at her with eyes almost black with desire.

"There's something wrong here, I think," he croaked.

"What?" Hermione breathed.

"I mean, I want this so badly. But there's something else going on here. I can't quite understand it. It's like it's on the tip of tongue but I can't focus enough to remember it," he said helplessly.

"But you don't think we should..." Hermione trailed off. Should what? Should have... sex? she thought. And even though her body felt like it might burn up from the inside out, she could hear the truth in his words.

"Oh," she said slowly. "I think I know what you mean. There is something... but I want you so much, Draco." And she pulled his hips against hers just to emphasize her point.

"Mmmm..." he moaned. But then his eyes snapped open and he visibly forced himself to pull away from her grip. "Wait. Have you done this before? Have you had sex?"
"Oh. No, I haven't gone all the way, if that's what you mean," she replied.

She watched him take a deep breath before she mirrored the action. "Hermione, I don't think that's what we should do," he said slowly, painfully.

She opened her mouth to protest but he cut her off, "No, listen to me. I really think it's not the right thing to do. Not if it's the first time. That's got to be your decision." He sounded more clearly now, as if he was emerging from faraway place. "It's your body... and then, there's... the... um..."

"The what?" she asked.

He paused long enough for a blush to creep up his cheeks. "The blood."

"Oh," she said knowingly. "Well, that part is really not going to bother me, now is it?"

She grinned as he blushed even more deeply. He was so hot- those red lips, swollen from her bites...soft skin, faintly glistening from sweat...and that body, her fingers yearned to touch it more, to feel it tremble, to mark it as her own... Another rush of lust hit her so strongly, she felt like she'd literally been slammed against a wall. Taking a deep breath, she tried to clear her thoughts as she reached out, grasped his hands, and pulled him back into her embrace.

"I understand what you're saying about the other thing. And you're right, I think. There's something off here, isn't there? But I don't think it's just that I should be in my own body... no, there's something else, too... some other reason why shouldn't do this right now," she said.

Draco nodded his head. The moment seemed to be slipping away and suddenly Hermione was desperate to reclaim it.

"Draco--" but he had started speaking at the same time.

"You know, I haven't even touched anything down there," he said resignedly. "It didn't seem right."

"What?" Hermione was astounded. "You mean you haven't--"

"No," he said, cutting her off. "I'm not totally sure I know how anyway."

"But I thought you'd been with--"

"Well, that was completely different," he interrupted, blushing even harder.

She looked at him for a long moment before pulling him more tightly into her arms. When her lips found his again, she kissed with renewed urgency. If they weren't going to shag, they could at least...

"Come with me," she said softly, drawing her lips from his. She tugged on his hand and led him towards her bedroom.

"No--"
"Not that. Don't worry," she soothed, stopping at her doorway to kiss him deeply.

Then she pulled him into her room, taking care to close the door behind her.

***

Draco's head was spinning. He was reminded of the last time he'd had far too much firewhiskey. He'd tried so hard to lie still, keeping his eyes closed. But even then, everything seemed to be spinning around him.

This was kind of like that--except for one crucial difference.

This particular case of spinning didn't seem to be leading to a night sleeping next to the toilet, alongside Crabbe and Goyle.

No, no. Rather this particular case of spinning was more like being caught up in some kind of furious vortex. His blood was rushing through his body as if it was literally in a hurry. In doing so, it was creating tremendous warmth that it then carried through his veins, surging into his muscles, and heating up his skin.

He let himself be led into Hermione's bedroom--not that he wouldn't have gone of his own accord. But even in the maelstrom of his mind, he knew that he wanted--needed - her to take responsibility for whatever was about to happen.

And that was a troubling thought that still managed to surface even through the intensity of his lust.

She pulled him inside her room, kissing him forcefully, and he found himself increasingly confused by the images playing out in his mind and those unraveling before his eyes and under his fingers. So he shut his eyes, feeling the radiant warmth of her tongue, but imagining that he was the one kissing a beautiful brown-haired brown-eyed girl.

A sharp bite on his bottom lip startled him slightly and he opened his eyes to the incongruity of who he was actually kissing.

He could not bring his body and his mind into alignment. And the anxiety, coupled with the passion swelling inside of him, was threatening to overtake him. He was losing himself now in the rapid spinning. Detachedly, he felt himself struggle for breath.

But then warm strong hands pulled him close, enveloping him into a broad chest. He wanted to let go, to embrace this comfort so willingly offered to him. She was making soft noises in his ear now. And when he focused on them, he began to feel the spinning madness slow down.

He gripped her shoulders, wondering what would be left when the spinning finally stopped.

But hot wet kisses on the side of neck curtailed that line of thinking. Perhaps the spinning wouldn't stop, after all. Perhaps it was just going to change into something else, he thought. Perhaps I can control it.

This time he kept his eyes opened when she leaned in to kiss his lips. He watched fluttering dark eyelashes, and pale skin flushed pink with desire. He saw fine blond hair tumbling down across high cheekbones. He suppressed the panic that seemed to want to come along with the striking sense of familiarity at being so intimate with his own body.

Slowly, he trailed his hands down from those shoulders, noting the sharp musculature with his fingertips. Then he pulled his hands between them, palms splayed against her chest. He didn't push her away this time. Instead he let his hands linger there, leisurely exploring something that was so familiar and yet strangely foreign, too.

She laughed then, a low husky devious sound.

"I think I understand," she said, and Draco wondered how he could hear his own voice make that claim and yet still not be able to understand at all.

He decided not to dwell on that, though. Her laugh was too contagious - too compelling. As long as one of them understood...

Dazedly, he noted that they'd made it to the side of her bed. Before he could even panic about those implications, she turned him around, pulling his back into her chest.

"Trust me, Draco," she whispered, her breath moving soft curls of hair against his ear and the back of his neck. He shivered.

"Accio mirror," she said, her wand pointing at the old-fashioned wooden-framed standing mirror in the corner of her room. The mirror obediently moved forward, stopping just before them, about a foot in front of Draco.

He gasped. He looked directly into those brown eyes, the ones that blazed in his fantasies, to find them staring back. He shifted his gaze before he got lost in them, and looked up to the second set of eyes in the reflection. The grey ones.

She was grinning back at him. "Engorgio," she said, her wand still aimed at the mirror. With a faint popping noise, the mirror quickly stretched itself out, until it was easily much larger and wider than it had been before. Draco could see all of both the female and male bodies in the reflection now.

So he watched, wide-eyed, as the male body carefully set a wand down on the bed behind them. He saw two large pale hands wrap around the female form, slowly caressing before locking together.

He sighed deeply. This was truly beautiful. And erotic.

The mirror showed a blond head dipping lower, nestling into brown curls. And he could feel her teeth trailing down the back of his neck. He tilted his head back until he was fully leaning against her chest. The bites were becoming a bit rougher--a bit more demanding. He closed his eyes without even realizing it.
She bit him hard then and he snapped his eyes open. "No, watch," she hissed.

Mesmerized, he watched as her hands slowly unclasped and he felt and saw her fingers pressing into his lower belly and then onto his hip bones.

"Mmmm..." he moaned, and he rocked his hips forwards to increase the pressure.

She chuckled again and her breath on his neck raised gooseflesh all over his body.

"I thought you'd enjoy this... given that you like to watch, Draco," she murmured.

He thought her hands must be extremely heavy. Why else was she moving them so slowly?

Her hands continued moving downwards at an agonizingly slow pace. And when they stopped, each resting palm down at mid-thigh, Draco groaned in audible frustration.

"Shhh..." she said, and he saw her smirk in the mirror.

He thrust his hips forward then, anything to wipe that smirk off her face. And anything to get her hands moving again.

But then he saw her purpose unfold. He saw her fingers inching up his skirt, gathering the folds of the material into her palms.

Oh.

This, too, was taking far too long. But the process was so incredible to watch that Draco found that he didn't mind the pacing so much.

After a long moment, he could see white cotton knickers peeking from beneath the hem of his skirt. He felt her gasp into his ear and was glad that she continued to pull up his skirt.

It was another moment before his skirt was pulled all the way up, leaving behind the reflection of a girl standing in her panties.

It was breathtaking. He stared at those exposed legs, smooth and still faintly tanned. He looked at the plain white cotton underwear and could see little moist tendrils of wiry brown hair escaping at the seams.

He was burning up.

And so was she.

With one hand, Hermione held up the skirt at his waist while the other one traveled back down to Draco's mid-thigh. It only hovered there for a few seconds, fingertips lightly grazing his hot skin. Then, he watched those fingers trail upwards, before slipping under the band of his panties.
He breathed in sharply.

She moved her fingertips just underneath the band, tracing its path around the top of Draco's thigh. Her fingers were achingly close to the very center of all of the heat- the spot where all the spinning seemed to be originating. She was so close. Draco could feel it. He shifted his hips suddenly, nearly crying out when her fingertips ghosted across what he so desperately needed her to touch.

"Hmmm... So you'd like me touch you there, Draco?" she teased. But the unevenness of her voice gave her away. Well, that and the erection that had been pressing into him all this time.

She pulled her fingers from underneath his panties and moved her hand directly out front, hovering just millimeters away from his body. He could feel the heat from her hand.

"Please," he breathed, desperate for her touch. His own hands were still idle by his sides, unwilling participants as of yet.

She pressed her palm down onto him, sending incredible sensations ripping throughout his entire body. He arched his back, rising to meet her palm, anything to increase that pressure.

"Keep watching," she said, and pulled his body flush against hers again.

Now she cupped her hand around him, palm still pressing against that exquisite pulsing. But he could also feel her fingers, through the cotton of his panties, as she pressed against him there, right between his legs.

"My, my, you're wet," she said, and there was no mistaking the lust in her raspy voice.

The pressure was wonderful. But when she began to move her hand, slowly rubbing her palm and fingers against his sensitive flesh, he thought he might cry from pleasure. It was so incredible that it was nearly painful.

"Unbutton your shirt," she whispered, though the command was firm.

Surprised, his hands, which had been idle, obeyed her request. He undid the buttons of his white shirt, taking care to open it without upsetting the position of her arms. He wasn't sure what would happen if she were to stop touching him. He didn't want to risk it.

The image that he saw in the mirror now consisted of a female, her skirt pulled up, her shirt, still tucked in, but fully open, exposing a lacy cotton bra.

"Pull your bra down," she said, and she pressed a little harder with her palm.

He gulped. But then he watched his hands in the mirror as they pulled the bra down underneath those beautiful breasts, propping them up so that they lewdly bulged out from his shirt.

The image in the mirror was now more erotic than any fantasy Draco had ever imagined.
"Touch them."

He saw his small hands reaching for his breasts, squeezing and tugging, and stroking. All the while, Hermione's palm and fingers continued to lightly rub against him through his soaking wet knickers.

"Now hold your skirt up, Draco," she said, as she curled her hand around his left wrist. He complied and then watched through the mirror as her second hand trailed down to his panties. He whimpered when she stopped touching him though he quickly realized that she was pulling down his panties.

As slowly as she had done everything else, Hermione gently eased off his damp panties. He had to stand up unsupported as she moved away from him to pull his underwear all the way off. He watched rapturously.

She stood back up behind him, wrapping her arms around him once again, pulling his bare arse up against her. She moaned a little, pressing herself into his round cheeks, before looking back at him through the mirror.

"Now, pay attention, Draco. I want you to learn something."

Draco met her gaze in the reflection and nodded, not trusting himself to speak.

"First, I want you to keep holding her skirt up like that. And you may continue to touch your breasts for now, too."

Then he saw both of her hands determinedly move down his torso, stopping just over the mass of wet curls between his legs. Then a hot tongue licked the back of his ear just as he felt and saw her fingers reach into those curls, gently forcing his legs apart, and exposing glistening pink flesh.

If he hadn't been leaning into her, he probably would have fallen to the floor. As it was, his knees buckled and he wondered if he'd ever felt so wound up in his life.

"This, Draco," she said, as the forefinger of her right hand gently rubbed over the top of the folds of flesh, "this is my clitoris. Can you see it?"

Draco nodded, lost in the single simple movement of her finger as it stroked so lightly across a shiny pink nub of flesh.

"Did you know," she began, rubbing him with two fingers now, "that the clitoris has more than 2,000 nerve endings?" She stroked with a steady rhythm, tiny circles that he felt throughout his entire body.

He hoped that she didn't expect him to answer. And he hoped that she wouldn't stop what she was doing.

While she continued to stroke his clitoris with one hand, her second hand moved down between his legs, fingers grazing lightly all along his skin.
He moaned as she applied subtle pressure.

"Now these, Draco, are my labia," she said, and she pulled down on two little folds of skin. "I really really like to touch myself here."

Draco could understand this. Her light touches there, coupled with those circles, were intoxicating. He couldn't tear his eyes away. And as she moved her hands, he even saw the little white cord from the tampon he'd inserted hanging down between his legs. She didn't mention it and he saw no reason to, either.

"And this is my vulva," she said as her fingers dipped just inside of him, softly moving back and forth. He bit his bottom lip.

Draco was breathing heavily now, squirming uncontrollably underneath her hands. He moved his hips, trying to lean into her touches more, needing more pressure, faster strokes... just needing more.

"You're close now. I can tell because your lips are blood red, and your nipples have darkened, and I can feel how firm and hot you are right here."

Hermione kept him pinned against her body with her arms while her hands continued with their ministrations. He felt as though his entire life had been reduced to his body under her hands. There was no school, no war, nothing. Just the two them. Right here. Right now.

"I'm going to show you one more thing but first, I want you to take a deep breath and hold it, Draco. Don't breathe again until you come," she commanded.

He didn't stop to consider her words. He just took a breath and watched his writhing body in the mirror.

Her fingers had increased their pace on his clitoris while her other hand was pressing up against his labia. Then he saw her fingers reaching for that little white cord- the one attached to the tampon- he was just beginning to feel dizzy. He couldn't understand why should would pull on it. But he wasn't going to ask.

Then he felt it. The gentle tugging on the cotton up inside of him, pushing against something - putting pressure on something as she pulled. There was definitely something up there- something remarkable.

"Come for me, Draco."

And so he did in a dizzying wave of rushing blood and clenching muscles. The tension that had been building for weeks, unabated by even the briefest of touches, gushed out of him, leaving him breathless and lightheaded.

He laid against her and both were still for several long seconds. He closed his eyes. Then she stroked him with feather-light touches, making his entire body shudder.

"After-shocks," she whispered as she continued to touch him.
He trembled in her arms for a few minutes until her strokes ceased altogether and his breathing returned to normal.

"Oh... that was amazing," he finally said, feeling like that was nothing if not an extreme understatement.

"Mmmm...." she agreed, wrapping her arms lovingly around him once more.

He felt her take a step backwards until he could see her sitting on the bed. She pulled him into her lap.

He looked back into the mirror. Brown eyes, dark red lips, mussed hair... his entire body was flushed, from his face, to his torso, to the dark pink flesh between his legs.

"You're beautiful," he said simply as he continued to look at his reflection.

She had leaned back onto the bed then, pulling him down on top of her.

"So are you, Draco."

"No, I mean you are - your body-" he tried to say.

"I understand you," she interrupted.

And he rolled over to see her face, his bare breasts rubbing against the soft material of her shirt.

She groaned then and he realized that she was still aroused. Still very very aroused.

He smirked and casually began to grind his hips into hers.

"Ohhh...." she moaned, breathing loudly. Draco continued to rock across her, though he pulled himself up to a seated position, straddling her hips.

"Open your eyes, Hermione."

She did and he could see that her eyes were almost all black, with only the faintest outline of grey pupils.

He grinned at her, feeling a surge of power and possessiveness.

"You liked watching me in the mirror, didn't you?" he said, careful to press into her with more pressure.

"Yes," she breathed, sounding guilty.

"Did you see me with Blaise earlier in the Great Hall?"

"Yes," came the breathless response.

"You liked that, too." He snaked a hand down between them, and unbuttoned the top of her trousers.
She managed to nod and gasp another "Yes!" but Draco thought that she was more likely responding to his hand which had now reached down into her pants and grasped her tightly.

He leaned forward then, pressing his lips onto hers, all the while stroking her.

"You've watched yourself in the mirror before, haven't you, Hermione?" he said, increasing his strokes.

She didn't say anything and he gave her a hard squeeze.

"Oh! Yes, yes, I do... I did..." she moaned wildly, bucking her hips up, thrusting herself into his hand.

"Tell me about it," he said and he bit her earlobe in the most sensitive place he remembered.

She was gasping hard now, but she licked her lips and tried to talk anyway.

"Before I take a shower, I like to do it.... I move the mirror... in front of the bed."

"Then what?" he asked, licking her neck and relishing the slightly salty taste.

"I sit on the bed..."

"Naked?" he said, biting her a bit harshly.

"Yes..." she moaned.

"And then?" he changed his strokes, slowing his pace but moving up and down the entire length.

"I touch myself... just like I showed you." She reached for his breasts then, moaning even more loudly as she leaned forwards to take a nipple into her mouth.

Draco was surprised but continued rubbing her without interruption.

"Do you stick your fingers inside?"

A strangled "Yes."

"Why do you do it before you take a shower?

She didn't answer again, instead choosing to suck his other nipple, and he slowed his strokes down.

"Ohhh.... don't stop, Draco. Please!" she begged, throwing her head back against the bed.

"Tell me. Why before your shower?"

"Because... of the smell," she said weakly. "I like the way I smell- it's rich. It's concentrated. It's me."

Now that's hot, he thought, and decided to reward her for her honesty. He closed his fist around the top now, knowing that she was close. He squeezed and tugged and rocked his hips against her, taking care to rub everything.

She cried out then and he watched her entire body shudder in release.

He didn't remove his hand from her just yet, despite the sticky mess. He waited a few seconds, just as she had done for him earlier. Then, with just the tips of his fingers, he touched her softly.

"Oh.... no, I can't... "

He smirked and continued to tease her, knowing that she was so sensitive right now that what she was feeling was almost painful- a good kind of painful. The kind that he liked.

She whimpered softly and he finally stopped. Then he rolled off her lap, laying next to her side, and rested his head in the crook of her arm.

He felt sated. And he knew she did, too.

He closed his eyes and decided to give in to the warm comforting feelings of the moment. He heard a drowsy sigh beside him and then he felt her turn on her side, too. Seconds later, she settled her arm over him, pulling him more closely to her chest, nuzzling her face into his hair.

"Thank you," she murmured quietly.

He didn't reply. He yawned and snuggled a bit deeper into her and drifted off to sleep.