Disclaimer : Characters of JK Rowling, plot of mine.

A/N : My thoughts and prayers for the people in the Philippines affected by Typhoon Haiyan and the flood victims in my own country. Also feeling very blue at the passing of a real superhero, the great Nelson Mandela.

This will be mostly from Draco's POV because I adore trying to get into his mind.

DRACO'S ANATOMY

Chapter Four

"I know I'm a total dish ..." a self-assured smirk graced his handsome features; all traces of self-doubt had apparently vanished. "But which part of me turns you on the most?"

Hermione smiled at his question, lowering her eyes and a delightful pink colour stained her cheeks prettily. Her lips turned up slightly at the corners with a secretive smile. Draco felt his heart turn somersaults. Gods, she was such a contradiction sometimes; a strong, stubborn, brave woman one moment turning into a shy, self conscious one the next and then a sexy, sensual vixen in the blink of the eye.

"I think I should show you..." she said softly as she looked up at him through her lashes. Draco groaned inwardly at her sultry look, his manhood standing at full attention. She placed a finger on his lips and moistened the tip in his slightly parted mouth. Slowly, agonizing slowly, she traced his lips with the finger, upper lip from left to right, stop and moisten the finger again, then bottom lip from right to left. She repeated her movement and he felt his knees turning into jelly as his breath escaped from his tight lungs in short, hot little pants. Their eyes locked; darkening in tandem as they realised the mutual building desire in the orbs.

"I love your lips..." she lifted her lips to his and he kissed her desperately. When he let her go, she placed a hand on his chest, holding him still. "The things they do to me." Her exploring finger snow stole to his hair, sweeping his fringe slightly to the sides. "Your hair... "Her fingers traced the silky white blond strands "... so soft and the colour... like moon light on snow." She smiled at him again.

A groan escaped him involuntarily as her finger seared a trail to his jaw line, dusting over his cheekbones and the spot she knew he liked to be kissed. The sound of his stubble scratching against her fingers made an erotic sound that sent another pleasurable shock to his groin.

The hand on his chest moved to behind his neck, pulling him down towards her. Her mouth followed the trail of her finger as she kissed a path from his eyebrows to his sharp cheekbones, down to his jaw line but ignoring that spot at his neck just below his ear. Her breath felt hot against his skin as she whispered, "I love the shape of your face...all the angles and hollows..." she punctuated her declaration with a lick at the small indentation at his temples. "I get weak just looking at you sleep at night..."

Wow... that's something I didn't know. Then all thoughts dissipated as her torturous tongue flicked out to wetly trace the spot he wanted her to kiss. She softly sucked at it and gave it a bite to mark him, making him shiver feverishly. She then moved to the matching spot on the other side of his face, giving it the same attention before tracing his ear lobe with just the tip of her tongue. Her hands were now searing a path under his shirt, feathering touches on his stomach causing it to constrict in response then moving upwards to his broad chest. He hissed when her fingers stroked his small nipples to miniature pebbles before tweaking them. His own hands which were gripping her waist answered her ministrations; moving underneath her shirt, they caressed her soft stomach before cupping her firm round breasts. His long fingers swiped against her nipples in rapid strokes that drew a moan from her throat.

Her warm mouth made its way to his eyes, kissing one eyebrow after another before using her tongue to trace his closed eye lids. Bereft of his sense of sight, he felt drugged as she placed barely-there kisses on his eyelashes. "I love the darker colour of your eyebrows and eyelashes... so sexy, I think... and your eyes ..." she punctuated her declaration with flicks to his tightly closed lids. "Open your eyes, Draco..."

He complied druggedly and stared into her dark warm chocolate ones. "The colour reminds me of the sky after a storm... " Kiss."Just like you." Kiss. "The stormy dragon." Kiss. "Oh Draco..."

Their lips met again, and he gave up trying to be slow with her. She was driving him insane and all she had to do was to kiss his face and touch him minimally. They still had ALL their clothes on, for Salazar's sake! Yet he was aching to bury himself in her instantly and have her moaning his name again and again. Their mouths met in a flurry of teeth and bites and sucks and he felt the last of his restraints eroding promptly. He tore his mouth away to kiss her neck, flicking his tongue in quick darting moves after sharply sucking and biting her pulse points. She gasped at his slightly rough but delightful treatment of her sensitive neck. His stubble was wreaking havoc at her senses, chafing her skin in a heady blend of pleasure and pain when he rubbed his face against her neck and her exposed shoulders. Her fingers formed claws that dug into his chest as her head flung back to permit him more access.

Draco then dragged his lips back to her open ones and without hesitation plunged his tongue deeply into her to elicit a guttural moan from her. His hands were frantically pulling her blouse up. He wanted to touch her and he wanted her bared to him as fast as he could. He wanted to bury himself to the hilt and make her scream and make her his in the most primitive way. Maybe it was the vulnerability and all the hidden emotion he had exposed to her but he now wanted her with a desperation that bordered on uncontrollable.

"Uh... D ... Draco..." her gasps were torn from her lips when he again brought his lips to the base of her neck to suck at the hollow there, leaving a dark red spot on her skin. It turned him on to mark her so he left several more. His hands pushed the soft cotton blouse she wore up, working it free from her arms before flinging it carelessly on to the floor. His shirt got the same treatment before he attacked her lips again and his hands cupped her breasts with his thumbs grazing at her rigid nipples. If Hermione felt overwhelmed by a sensual haze before, it was nothing like what he was subjecting her to at the moment. Draco made short work of her bra to clamp his wet warm mouth on her pink tips and she cried out at his assault. Hearing her sighs and cries fed the flames of wild hunger already raging in him. Her head was flung back, exposing her long neck to him while her fingers buried in his scalp, pulling painfully at his hair.

"W... wait, Draco..." she moaned raggedly while trying to hold on to her tattered sanity.

Draco ignored her. His mouth latched on the other pink tip as his hands started to tug at the waistband of her jeans. He loved watching how her arse looked absolutely delectable in jeans but he hated how difficult it was to take off. He managed to get the fastening off and was easing the zipper down before he felt her hands pushing at his shoulders, trying to get his attention. "Please, Draco..."

"No... I want you. Now." He was done talking. With movements made rough by desire, he placed an arm below her knees while the other was around her shoulders and hauled her into his arms. His mouth fastened on hers wildly to swallow her gasp. Pushing the door to his bedroom with a shoulder, he muttered "Lucernas Inlumino" to set the dark masculine room ablaze with the lights of floating magical candles. Hermione barely took in the vision of the glowing lights before she felt herself being placed on his soft bed and her jeans and underwear being tugged off with anxious hands. Before she could even take in her nudity, he crawled up her body to cover her with his hard unyielding one and plundered her mouth again. One hand was working on his own jeans while the other gripped her hips tightly. He wanted no barrier between them without delay but couldn't seem to bear to not touch her for a second. Her warm little hands were moving frantically over his shoulders, his back, his hair and his face. With a lot of shimmying and forceful leg movements, he managed to kick off his jeans while not letting go of her lips.

"G...o...d Hermione..."he groaned into her open mouth when his now almost painful hardness pressed against her wetness. She was almost dripping with wetness and her slick warmth was nearly his undoing. Both of his hands now gripped her hips hard, his fingers digging into her soft flesh as he positioned himself at her entrance.

Her legs were wrapped around his waist when he plunged into her; faster and harder than he intended, slower and gentler than he wanted. Her head flung backwards, her wet swollen lips opened in an O, her eyes tightly closed, her arms gripped his neck and her back arched sharply as he seized her hips against his almost brutally. It was as if he wished for no space at all at their joining. Looking at her flushed and dazed face, he felt a sense of possessiveness and devotion previously foreign to him bursting through the very core of his being.

Draco kissed her deeply again, trying to convey this raw, unfathomable emotion he was feeling to her wordlessly. She responded passionately and every nerve ends of his body burned with desire when she rotated her hips. Still capturing her mouth, he slid out of her slowly before ramming himself into her abruptly. She cried out her sudden unexpected release which went on and on when he did not stop his brutal pace. He released her lips to look at the rapture on her face. The veins on his neck were like corded whips while sweat beaded on his forehead as he pounded into her, trying to push her to a higher height of ecstasy. It was all he could do to not give in to his body's own roaring demand for release; he wanted her to come again for him and only him. "Scream for me..." he unconsciously mumbled to her.

He bent his head to her breast, capturing as much of her nipple into his mouth. He let his stubble rub against the soft skin of her breasts; she had once told him how incredibly arousing she found looking at the whisker burns he left on her chest. A hand moved to her feminine mound, rubbing at the swollen nub he found between the folds there. She screamed then, an incoherent mixture of his name and pleasure sounds tearing out of her mouth as the inner walls within her pulsated powerfully. Her fingers dug excruciatingly into his back as she moaned helplessly and Draco felt all his control shattering. With a roar, he buried himself as deep as he could and emptied what he felt was his very soul into her in several long spurts.

Both their hot, sweaty body shook with the intensity of their releases. Draco felt almost faint from the force of his pleasure; groaning loudly he slowly lowered his quivering body to hers and collapsed on her. In the back of his mind, he knew she would have an easier time if he moved away slightly off her but he couldn't find the energy nor the inclination to do so. Releasing harsh breaths against the crook of her shoulders, his lips were forming the wordless adoration and overwhelming love he felt for her. Her hands were holding on to his shoulders just as tightly as her legs still wrapped themselves around his waist. Her chest was moving rapidly with her own unsteady breaths. The flickering lights from the floating candles around them made everything somehow exquisitely surreal. He was in a haze of sensual, blissful and languid semi-consciousness that made him feeling as if he could remain like this with her endlessly.

He did not know how long they stayed locked in the wet embrace. It might have been minutes or even hours but he was reluctant to let her go. He realized her breathing was becoming regular and deeper; she had fallen asleep with him covering her. Her arms were still clutching his back though her legs were now lying beside his hips instead of around his waist. When he made to move off her, he felt a sigh escaping from her mouth. He wanted to believe it was because she was as disinclined to break their skin contact as him instead of relief at being free of his weight. He brought his arms to her waist and pulled her closer before covering them both with the rumpled coverlet. It deeply moved him that she trusted him to fall asleep in his arms after having given herself so completely.

He turned to look at her, her hair was spread out on the pillow, her mouth swollen with their passion. A thin sheen of sweat still coated her skin, making it appear shiny in the soft lights. There were love bites on her neck and shoulders and he winced at the sight. He had been rough. A flicker of regret went over him; he may have hurt her with his ardour this time. Slowly, he cast a non-verbal spell to heal the marks and bruises he had inflicted on her. He gave her a soft kiss on her forehead and smiled when her lips seemed to say his name at the touch.

As his eyes continued to stray over her, he let a finger ghost over her impossibly wild yet soft hair before tracing her features. He felt a sense of amazement that he had once loathed her blood, her heritage, her individuality. She was now the most precious person in his life. His thoughts drifted to their times together while still touching her gently and then, cocooned in a sense of peace and tenderness, he fell asleep.

He awoke feeling deliciously warm and sated. The good feelings left him for a second when he saw she had left his bed and he frowned until he heard the whistling kettle from his kitchen. He sat up and shook his head to clear it before putting on his dressing robe. It was another trait of hers which he found adorable; she would get hungry after sex and would insist on having at least a mug of tea brewed the Muggle way. He moved noiselessly towards his small kitchen. She was wearing a shirt of his with apparently nothing else and was sipping her tea, standing at the sink with her back towards him. He felt himself becoming aroused again. Sweet Circe, what a sight! She was so small the shirt fell off one shoulder and the hem skimmed her knees. He was eternally thankful the sweet, sexy body was usually garbed in robes or very modest Muggle wear; he didn't want other men to discover the delectable secret he had.

She seemed to sense his presence then and turned to glance at him, her face breaking into a glorious smile that had him smiling idiotically back at her.

"You were sleeping so deeply, I didn't want to disturb you."

He closed the distance between them, placing his hands around her waist and pulled her against him.

"Mmm, you should have woken me up." He inhaled the jasmine scent of her skin and rested his chin on her shoulders. She placed her almost empty mug of tea on the counter top.

She leant back into his shoulders and cupped his face to give him a brief but sweet kiss that tasted of butter and tea. "I couldn't find enough food to make a proper dinner, there were only biscuits."

"We'll go out later...much later if you want..." he rocked her a little as a hand moved upwards to cup a breast.

She laughed softly. "You're insatiable!"

"Mmm mmm..."

"Well, I'm famished. You made us miss dinner, you know."

"I thought I had made it up to you..."

She turned to arch an eyebrow at him. "That was your way of making it up to me?"

He smirked. "You loved it."

"Humph...says you."

"Ohhh Draco...please.. .ohhhhh..." he imitated her cries of passion. "I don't think that was you not loving it."

She slapped his hands as her face turned crimson. "You are incorrigible!"

"Incorrigible... insatiable... incontestable... inimitable... interesting... and those are just words starting with 'i'; there really are not enough adjectives to describe me."

"Don't forget incivil, indelectable and immodest," she retorted sarcastically.

"I'm only rude and unpleasant when confronted with twits. You really should know I'm actually deceptively humble ."

"Oh... you're deceptive alright."

He squeezed her harder and bit at her lobes. "I'll teach you to be such a smart mouth!"

She dropped her voice an octave and whispered sultrily, "Please do..."

He groaned. "You'll be the death of me, you vixen!" She laughed softly when he nipped playfully at her shoulders.

They held each other in silence, savouring the warmth of their bodies together.

"Are you alright?" he asked abruptly.

"Hmm?"

"I was rather rough and in a hurry..."

She turned to look at him. She bit her lips slightly before she replied. "Yes... yes you were. But it was ... lovely in a way... You made me feel very much desired and sexy."

He frowned. "Are you really sure? I left a lot of bruises."

She kissed him gently in lieu of a proper answer. When they parted their lips, she whispered, "You'd never hurt me on purpose, Draco. You were..." she smiled a soft smile, "you were very passionate tonight... and it was incredibly arousing."

He let a small sigh of relief escape him. "I really don't know what came over me tonight... I'm sorry."

"Don't be. It was wonderful."

"Truly?"

"Yes, love. Though I may be a bit sore..."

He smiled wickedly at her. "You know what they say about sore muscles..."

She arched an eyebrow at him in a terrifyingly close impersonation of his mother. Remind me not to let them spend too much time together. "What do they say?" she asked.

"That you should use them... or take a hot bath."

"Really?" Again she arched an eyebrow as she gave a smile that said I'm so on to you, buster!

"Absolutely." He smirked and waited for her belligerent rejoinder.

"Okay."

He felt as if the wind had been literally whipped from his sails; his mouth dropped to the floor. "What did you say?"

She spun around in his arms and smiled innocently at him. "I said okay... let's 'use' my sore muscles AND take a hot bath."

Well blow the buggering bloody blue bollocks! Christmas had arrived early this year!

He didn't waste any time picking her up in his arms and heading for the bathroom. As soon as they entered the doorway, he placed her back on her feet and then tore his robe away to stand naked in front of her.

"You really should learn to overcome your shyness, Draco." She drawled dryly at his lack of reservation.

He placed his hands on her waist, kneading the soft skin through the thin material of his shirt. "Cheeky bint! I'm totally shameless when it comes to you."

He smirked darkly when her eyes roved over his body. He could see her pupils darkening and her throat constricting when her eyes settled on his awakened manhood. "See something you like?"

"Uh..."

His smirk deepened as he closed the slight distance between their bodies. "I'm all yours..."

Her eyes darted back up to his and then narrowed a fraction at his smug countenance before she schooled it back to looking slightly innocent. "I was just remembering..."

"What?"

"I haven't told you which part of you I liked the best..."

His Slytherin instincts warned him that she looked entirely too innocent at the moment but his body was remembering what had transpired when she last tried to tell him her secret. Moving his hands to the buttons of his shirt, he removed the top most button while grinning at her. "So tell me now."

"I wanted to show you, remember?"

He removed the next button, revealing her breasts. "Uh huh."

"I want to show you now."

"Okay..." his mind was concentrating on removing the next button to really pay attention to her. Whether she told him or showed him didn't matter to him at the moment; having her naked with him in a warm bath was.

"Now! Incarcerous! Adversum in murum!"

Draco found himself bound at his wrists with both hands held high up above him and his body slammed against the tiled wall of the bathroom. He groaned, served him right for ignoring the danger signs! Wasn't she the first among their peers to accomplish wandless magic?

"I. Said. I. Wanted. To Show. You. Now."

"Okay woman! You can let me down now..."

She smirked at him and he realized it was stupidly naive of him to have thought his mother was the one having a bad influence on his witch; it was he himself! Her smirk was practically a mirror image of his, although he had to admit he looked much better with that expression than his little feisty little Gryffindor. His little Gryffindor who was displaying her hidden Slytherin at the moment.

"Not yet, Draco... I'm going to have a little fun with you first..." she shrugged off his shirt and pressed her naked body against him.

He gulped unsteadily, torn between lust and anxiety. Her eyes darkened at his Adam's apple bobbing on his neck. The veins in his arms strained, his self control was verging on being lost again at the expression on her face. It was one of desirous hunger and he knew he was wearing the same expression on his.

She placed both of her hands on his bound wrists as she leant closer to him. "Have I told you I love your hands and arms?" she breathed against the groove of his shoulder bones as her hands now trailed a path from his wrists to the crook of his elbow. Hermione rubbed her cheeks against the soft hairs on his arms. "Mmm... " She traced the bulging vein on his forearms before moving to his upper arms. "These are so sexy... it makes you look so strong, so masculine when they swell so..." Her tormenting fingers were tracing his veins repeatedly while her stiff nipples rubbed against his chest. "So delicious..." He groaned and felt his eyes fluttering closed. She let the tip of her tongue trace the veins on his upper arms. When the veins under her tongue hardened even more and strained against the skin, she let her hands wander to the muscles of his chest.

"Mmm... I love these muscles here..." she paused as her hands roamed to his back. "And here..." She let her fingers dig into the muscles of his back as she bestowed kisses on his hard chest. "I love to watch you take off your shirt... your muscles will bunch in a way that makes me crazy..." His eyes rolled back in his head when her warm breath fell upon his skin and his hypersensitive nipples. She suckled at his pebbled tips causing Draco's knees to turn into jelly. 'Please... Hermione..."

She smiled at the power she held over him. She kneaded the muscles born from hours of Quidditch and exercise. "I'll mark you here later..." she whispered to him, scratching him lightly before licking his earlobes. He quivered with excitement and groaned aloud again.

Her hands now moved to his front, flicking at his wet nipples before she rubbed the tightened muscles of his stomach. She dipped her head to lick at the hard tips, revelling in his moans. Two fingers ghosted over the dip of his belly button. He hissed through clenched teeth when she let her digits push into the shallow concave. "You know how much I can't take my eyes off your belly button when you're shirtless..." Her fingers rubbed at the trail of dark hair leading from his belly button downwards towards his aching hardness. "And these..."

He couldn't stop the loud gasp he gave when she knelt down to lick his belly button and the trail of coarse hair. "Oh Merlin... Hermione..." the sight of her on her knees with her face inches from his throbbing centre was so achingly erotic, it was driving him spare!

He wanted her to place her lips on him there so fucking badly. But she ignored his silent plea as her lips concentrated on the muscles of his taut stomach. Her hands were dragging over the sides of his waist. "And here... these..." her fingers traced the muscles at his hipbones. "These are just... oh... so... so... delectable... " She licked at the V-shaped muscles framing his hips. "They look like they are pointing to... to your real delights..." She turned her face upwards to his stormy watching eyes and deliberately licked her lips.

His thrust his hips in an unconscious gesture, tugging hard at the rope binding his wrists, blind to the pain in his wrists and growling in frustration. "For Salazar's sake, Hermione..."

She smiled cheekily at him and wagged a finger while shaking her head. "Ah ah ah, Draco...I haven't told you..."

His lust-addled brain took awhile to register what she meant. Impatience and desire made him snap, "Haven't you? It's everything from my neck down, isn't it?!"

She pretended to pout. "No... I love your body, Draco... but there's one place I love the most..."

"Oh sweet Circe, please just tell me..." He just wanted to bury himself in her again and end the delicious agony. Sod whatever it was she loved so much!

He groaned in frustration when she stood up. She leant closer, placing her hands on his neck and let her lips hover tormentingly over his. He tried to kiss her but she backed away. "Granger..." he snarled.

" I love you, Draco."

He leant forward in another desperate attempt to try to kiss her again. "As do I! I love you, please... let me hold you..."

"And what I love the most about you is this..." her fingers were brushing at his neck...what the bloody hell?!

"That's what you like?!" Bugger me sideways!

She smiled shyly. "Is it weird? It just... just ... makes me crazy...absolutely crazy... especially when you laugh out loud."

"My Adam's apple drives you crazy?!"

Her bottom lips were protruding slightly and her eyes were troubled. "Yes."

He bit down on his lips. Who would have thought? My Adam's apple?

"Why?"

She lowered her eyes to the organ she adored so much. "When it's bobbing up and down, when you're laughing... or when you're swallowing... it makes something in my middle curl up... and... and..."

"...and?" he prompted.

"It... uh... makes me wet..." she licked her lips nervously, not daring to look in his eyes. "I... I just love to look at it... at you."

He looked at his love in amazement. She always surprised him and right at this moment she was making him speechless in astonishment. He unconsciously gulped and her eyes imperceptibly zoned on his moving throat. They darkened instantly and he realized she wasn't joking when she said the rather protruding bump on his neck apparently turned her on.

"You do think it's weird!"She sounded distressed at his silence. She was already moving away from him.

"No! No, no, no... I was just surprised, that's all. It's not the usual turn on..."

"Really? You don't find me weird?"

"Could you please let me go first?"

She released him and he hauled her up to him in a heartbeat and kissed her senseless, letting his tongue and lips convey his desperation and want of her. When he let her go, he smiled lazily at her dazed expression. "First of all, love, you are weird." Before her expression of indignation could lengthen, he hurriedly continued, "But a good weird... a lovable weird. And I'm glad you find that part of me attractive." He smiled at her bashful look. He moved his head higher so that her lips could now reach her favourite part of him. She kissed and licked at it eagerly, eliciting a deep groan from him. He now found that her kissing that spot turned him on as well.

"How about this...We'll heal your sore muscles first for now... then have a really long bath... then I'll let you christen my Adam's apple?" He gave her his cheekiest smile as his hips rubbed against hers suggestively.

"Mmmm... that sounds divine... but..."

"But... ?"

"I've already christened it... I call it Drapple."

THE END

Spells : (I only used Google Translate for these so I hope they are ok)

Lucernas Inlumino = candles light up

Adversum in murum = Against the wall

A/N : So, that's all folks...Thank you for following, reading and marking this work of mine as a favourite. Please do tell me if you find my fascination with a man's Adam's apple weird/wonderful/ shocking/depraved.

The idea to name Draco's Adam's apple as Drapple actually came from a conversation I had with a fabulous Dramione writer, Captainraychill. Please do check her out if you haven't, her stories are nothing short of AMAZING.

I have always liked the male's laryngeal prominence but I was inspired to write a story about Draco's after watching a YouTube video of Tom Felton on a British game show. He was wearing a brown V-neck shirt and was laughing a lot; the sight of his Adam's apple was divine (well, for me at least!)

I've tried to incorporate the man bits some reviewers had told me were their favourite's into the last chapter in appreciation for their taking the time to tell me about it. Hope you guys enjoyed it!