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By Some Stroke (of Luck)	By : SelenaSnape Category: Harry Potter > General > General Views: 7737 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Title: BY SOME STROKE
Author: Selena Snape
Email: green_liners@yahoo.com
Summary: An unabashedly PWP piece of NC17 fanfiction. Draco and Hermione in the dungeons.
Disclaimer: These characters along with the rest of the Harry Potter universe were created and belong to JK Rowling.
A/N: Read and review. J I love reviews. This is my first PWP.
"It's over."
He didn't react the way she had thought he would.
A quizzical, half-mocking smile alighted on his lips. His eyebrow was raised.
"I mean it, Draco. It's over. It should never have been. I"I didn't know what I was doing."
He moved in front of her and placed a hand on the wall above her head, leaning towards her.
"On the contrary, I had always thought you knew perfectly well what you were doing. You always moved so confidently, especially when you were trying to get what you wanted," he said.
His other hand grabbed her hip and playfully nudged it towards the wall behind her.
The contact sent her pulse raging, and it wasn't because of anger. He knew he had aroused her. She liked it when he was rough.
His hand kneaded her hip. He buried his head beside her neck and licked the skin there. He was rewarded with her soft growl.
She ran her fingers through her hair and lay a hand on his nape.
Without thinking, she opened her legs farther apart for him. He in turn jammed his leg between hers.
The actions came automatically. They were so used to each other by now. After all, how many nights and days, lunch breaks and free periods, have they spent like this? How many times have the library shelves, hallways, bushes and student toilets become witnesses to these secret trysts?
After a while, Hermione grew impatient for a kiss so she took hold of Draco's head to stick her tongue inside his mouth. In return, he propelled his entire body forward, squeezing her between him and the wall. He felt her breasts moving with the tempo of her quickening, gasping breaths, pushing against his torso.
Biting his full lower lip, she pushed her hips towards him and clamped her thighs around his leg. He felt the friction of their two pelvises against each other. The sensation nearly drove him mad.
His hands went under her skirt and tugged down on her panties. For some reason, they didn't really seem to budge and so Draco urged them down instead. His hurrying and, for that day at least, fumbling fingers just couldn't do it.
A giggle escaped Hermione's lips before he slipped his hand into her underwear and between her thighs. His long, slow caresses evoked a continuous line of breathless moans from Hermione. And when he slid one long finger inside of her, he felt more than heard the long tortured gasp from deep inside her chest. Her head banged weakly against the wall.
The heat was burning her up. Her body was twisted with pleasure, but Draco's hand had ceased moving.
She moaned in frustration.
First, she rocked her hips against his hand, urging it to move again. Then she shifted up and down atop his hand and then, grabbing his shoulders, she swirled her hips around it.
Her noises grew more crazed. She was beginning to beg, her words slurred with desire and desperation.
She grabbed his crotch and rhythmically massaged him through his pants. Then she went for his waistband to reach for him.
It was then that he slid another finger into her. She nearly screamed. One of her hands grasped his waist and the other wrapped around his knuckles as if to guide his actions.
At that moment, they heard the rasping sound of a rusty bolt being slid out of its hole. There followed the slow creaking of a door being swung open.
The whole of Hermione's body stiffened.
A myriad of footsteps erupted into the hallway beside them: Potions class had just ended.
Hermione's eyelids fluttered open, and her face formed an expression of horror.
Though no one had ever noticed them in this deep but narrow niche in the dungeon walls - Draco had chosen the place well months ago - there is a first time for everything.
Hermione berated herself for being this reckless. She had asked Draco to meet her here to say that they could, would, and should no longer see each other like this. She had thought that the whole meeting - including any fight that might ensue - would be over quickly. Instead, she had stayed too long and, in consequence, could be discovered.
With Draco still inside her, she began to disentangle her body from his. The hands that had just moments earlier led his now shoved them down and away from her.
He wouldn't let her go. With his whole body, he pinned her to the wall.
He moved his fingers in her.
"No!" she screamed, slapping his hand.
He continued unfazed.
He seized her hips and pushed them hard against the wall. He bent his head to kiss her, but she turned away.
"Please," she pleaded.
She was using her fists, her knees, her head, her shoulders; she used anything she could to force him away from her. She beat her fists against his chest only to be mocked by his tongue licking her ear lobe.
"Stop! Draco, stop!"
With her effectively immobilized, his hands were free to roam her thighs again.
"No! Please," Hermione desperately pleaded, squirming against Draco as she strove to free herself.
Abruptly, Draco's fingers dug into the flesh of Hermione's cheeks, grabbing her jaw and forcing her to face him.
He spoke in a dead whisper.
"If you didn't want us to be found out, you shouldn't be making so much noise."
It shut her up far better than a gag or hand over her mouth would have. She stayed quiet even as she struggled against his hands that were again trying to remove her underwear.
She clawed at his neck as she tried to resist him.
Both their efforts, however, stopped when they heard the footfalls in the hallway.
By some stroke of luck, Hermione's cries had not been heard above the chaos the Firsties had been making in the dungeons. When Draco frightened Hermione into silence with the prospect of being detected, there was no real reason to worry. Most of the students were far from them and on their way out of that damp part of the castle. Unfortunately, two had remained, and it was they that Draco and Hermione heard approaching their hiding place.
"What score did you get? And don't give me that crap about not doing as well as you had hoped? I need the figures."
Great, Hermione thought. Just what I need. Grade-conscious geeks!
"First of all, I truly did not get as high as I wanted. And second, I did not get as high as I deserved either! Snape is such an unfair bastard!"
Hermione noticed that Draco had loosened his grip on her. She was immediately aware that his attention had focused on the two students. He was waiting for them to stop and leave.
"I know! It is said that only two people have ever gotten the highest marks in his class"."
Quickly, Hermione ducked under Draco's arm then swung her leg over his thighs in an attempt to escape him.
""Was Hermione Granger—"
Her leg caught on one of his thighs and she fell to the floor. Her knee skid across the ground, grazing her skin.
"—That Gryffindor nerd—"
She tried to stand up. Her foot slipped on the uneven and always slightly wet dungeon floor. So she tried to crawl on her stomach.
"—And Draco Malfoy—"
Then she felt him pull on her leg, and, helpless, she slid back towards him.
"—That doesn't stop sucking up to him."
He picked up her hips then slug her towards the wall. With one hand, he braced her shoulder against the wall. With the other, he tore at the bothersome panties.
"Do you think they did what we're doing now?"
Desperate tears were streaming down Hermione's face as she frantically pushed herself off the wall, fighting the weight of his entire body leaning into her. It was useless. The dirt on the walls rubbed against her face.
""Do you think they ever tried to scheme so that they'd get ahead of their classmates?"
He began stroking her. Her disloyal body responded.
"Probably. Those two would do whatever it takes to get what they want."
She bit the fingers clamped around her mouth as he, with the other hand, clutched her shoulder and drove into her.
She began to shake. Her knees buckled. She would have collapsed if not for his body repeatedly slamming hers into the wall in front of her. His hands were now on her breasts, gripping them so tightly that she wanted to scream in pain. At this point, he had no thought of pleasing anyone but himself.
Then his thrusts became more frenzied, insanely violent. His nails dug into the bare skin of her hips as he shoved himself in and out of her. She could feel herself bleed.
Almost without warning, he convulsed and emptied himself inside her. It was over.
Draco kissed her hair before letting her slowly sink to her knees. Her body hurt all over. It felt used. Her head dropped to her lap.
Gradually, she again became aware of the two people - Ravenclaws, by her guess - who were still talking near them, oblivious to all that had happened.
"I'm sure Martha was only able to score 87 in the last test. She's not much of a threat," said one.
"Good," said the other. "Let us not be lax. Keep your eyes and ears open."
And with that, they finally left.
When she looked up, Draco looked as if nothing had happened. Not a single strand of hair was out of place.
"We should leave," he said. "It's time for lunch, and our respective houses will wonder where we are."
You bastard! she wanted to say. She hated him so sometimes. But she remembered how her body had felt. She knew she had enjoyed it and derived much pleasure from it. It would be a lie to say otherwise.
So instead she kept silent and took his hand to stand up.
After fixing her hair and clothes, she headed to the Great Hall. She worried if they would notice anything amiss.
She didn't know where he had gone. He had left long before she did.
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