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Curse of a Kiss	By : Eloise Downbadde & Eloise Downbadde Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Draco/Hermione Views: 4933 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: These characters aren't mine and I'm not getting anything from writing these. It's just fun to imagine a different world from JK and WBs well made characters.

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Hi there! It's been years since I wrote anything and I must say, this idea flooded into me when I was running a fever one night. I've had to flesh out a story from here to keep things going. I hope someone likes it! Maybe you?

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The odds of two students being in the restricted section of the library at Hogwarts at the same time are incredibly small. It's happened on occasion when sneaking in as a pair or sometimes when a new book has been aquired that peaks the whole of the wizarding schools interest.
The odds of two students, one sneaking out while the other is sneaking in, is even more incredible odds. In fact it was virtually impossible that two would nearly collide, almost like it was predetermined to occur. One coming down the stairs quietly, the other rounding the corner to the stairs that lead up to the exit.
"Granger?" - "Malfoy?" They both spoke quietly at the same time, almost knocking into on another while crouched and creeping stealthily. "what are you-?" He grabbed her arm and pulled her behind him, down the hall and ducking behind a desk, "Shhh." He held a finger to his lips and spoke so softly she could barely hear him.
"The spook patrol is coming!" She blinked, an embarrassed flush leaving her cheeks. What was he talking about? He poked his head up over the desk to peek but yanked her back to the floor by her robes when she tried to look. "You've got about 30 seconds to get back up those stairs before the Librarian comes down. And 20 seconds before the ghosts come through this hallway and we are caught," he hissed.
"Madam Pince doesn't lock up until 2am! What are you talking about?" Hermione whispered matter-of-factly, like she always sounds. He rolled his eyes.
"If it wasn't Friday, I'd agree, but it is. And she is coming NOW!" Hermione opened her mouth to rebuttle but heard the tell-tale sound of keys jingling as the librarian unlocked the gate to come do her rounds. Honestly, keeping something like a restricted section where any student could jemmy the lock was just a poor choice on the Headmasters part. You'd think they would learn better by now.
Draco glanced a look up over the desk again and saw the ghostly figure floating towards them from the other side and groaned. "Shit, Thanks, Granger. See you in detenti-"
She grabbed the front of his robes and dragged him behind her, keeping themselves low, running past the staircase, she went down to the opposite hallway. Glancing up, she saw the librarian turning around and held her breath, still tugging on him, dreading a shout of acknowledgement from her favorite adult and praying she didn't see them. She had pulled the both of them around another corner, spotted a door, thanked Merlin it was unlocked and pulled them both into it.
"These robes are worth more than your life" he scowled, straightening up and brushing his expensive robes down.
"Well I'd rather be dead than expelled so be quiet." She finally let her breath out when there was no sound of footsteps following them. "What is this?"
"A storage closet, obviously. You mean that, don't you?"
"Obviously, the smallest storage closet in the whole of Hogwarts. Are these books?" She lit her wand and looked around the books stacked floor to ceiling, some falling apart and some missing a spine. It was unnaturally dark in this space and she was feeling nervous, her heart still pounding from her sudden dash.
"It's a bunch of battered books they put in here when they don't have time to repair them or they need a specialist." He said quietly. "A nice place to hide when you need to quickly, but not with company. I was trying to say that before you shoved me in here."
She didn't say anything. She was more than a little annoyed at being wrong. And being proven wrong immediately left her feathers ruffled. She kept her attention on anything else. This space was just too small to be face to face with Malfoy after he had made her feel like a fool.
"Or," he continued in a whisper, "maybe with company. Maybe just not you." He smirked, expecting annoyance and rage from her but there was just silence. She wasn't the worst company, at least four other people would be leagues worse to be stuck in a small space with, including his ex-girlfriend who was more and more infatuated as time went on. Granger smelled nice for one and often said things so out of pocket he would get some entertainment, if he was lucky, she would storm out with a red face and fuming.
She hadn't even looked at him, he noticed begrudgingly. She was scanning the titles of the books she could see and twisted around to shed light on the ones behind her. She leaned over to pick one off the floor and bumped her backside against the front of him, he felt an all too familiar jerk in his pants and an idea came to mind. Once again, she didn't even acknowledge anything was amiss. So innocent.
"You have absolutely zero situational awareness when you read, Granger," he growled out, not meaning to sound so gruff. Annoyed, especially at being ignored, he grabbed her hips and pulled her back into his groin, shaking her from her trance. She squeaked and shot up to face him.
"What are you doing!?" she hissed. "Why woul-bugger!" In her frantic spinning movement, she dropped her wand and the small bit of light went out. Pitch black.
"Shhhh!" He hushed, she felt movement, which she imagined was him putting his hand up in her face, based on the rush of scent across her nose. She assumed it was his cologne. "I wouldn't bugger, actually. And you weren't listening, I don't appreciate being ignored." He could literally feel her tense, practically hear her clenching her teeth, and sighed.
"We can find your wand in a minute. I'm not going to hex you in here. I don't want to be caught either." She relaxed a bit and made a small whine, exasperated. He was right, being caught would be the worst thing to happen. She was on very thin ice these days because of the boys getting her into mischief she otherwise would steer clear of. She internally cursed Ron and Harry for making her life difficult even when they weren't here.
"How often are you sneaking into the restricted section, anyways?" She asked, still feeling nervous. She had never ran into another student in the library this late on a Friday. Especially not someone social like Draco Malfoy. Fridays were the best night to read alone, given how the semester was almost over and most students were relaxing before knuckling down to study for exams.
"More often than you are but I dont have an invisibility cloak to make it...easy." He sneered but trailed off distracted with the last words.
"How do you-"
"Know about that?" His voice dropped to a whisper. "I'm not an idiot. Be quiet." He put his hand on her shoulder and leaned past her to the doorknob, reaching down and cracking it open. There was silence in the hallway, of course, ghosts don't make footsteps so that wasn't a worry. What was a cause for worry was the loud cackling echoing through the library. Peeves.
"Well, I was going to say we could leave already but..." He pulled the door closed carefully. "We aren't going anywhere for a bit." He then sighed and leaned back onto the wall and crossed his arms.
There was a long silence. She shifted feeling it stretch out longer and longer. Her ears started ringing with the stillness. She really wished she had her wand, the darkness wasn't scary but she could swear she could feel him staring at her. How could he? She can't see anything so he couldn't either. That isn't to say he wasn't listening carefully to her breathing, trying to digest the odd sensation he felt being so close to her. Annoyance and disgust were the usual feelings but something stirred behind his chest.
"How did you know she was leaving early tonight?" she whispered when the silence felt too suffocating. There was an annoying voice zooming past the door, the sound of several books falling to the floor behind it as Peeves loudly started singing a song.
"She's been going to some date night nonsense in Hogsmeade since the winter break." There was a whoosh and echoing voice of another ghost chasing after Peeves and the voice of Madam Pince from a farway off.
Peeves was the LAST ghost she wanted to see them. Her and Malfoy, shoved in a tiny closet in the middle of the night. She shuddered at the rumors that would flood the halls. Nothing made that poltergist happier than starting drama through the students. Of course, being in her current situation made her wonder just how untrue the gossip of Neville falling asleep in the kitchens without any clothes on was. He was frequently found in bad situations, a target for torment and Peeves taunt of him rubbing his bare behind on all the food spread like wildfire.
She let out a small laugh, because Hermione didn't giggle in the presence of Malfoy, remembering the little dance of buns everyone picked up because of it. The poor boy was trying new sleeping draughts and, like everyone knows, had the worst luck. He swears up and down he had trousers on, he just sleep walked into the kitchens but rumors do what they do.
"I know I'm breathtaking but I'd rather you not faint and if you do, I'm leaving you here when the coast is clear." He chuckled lightly, assuming her audible exhale was from his presence and imagined her eyes rolling, and awaited the biting remark being shot his way but she didn't say anything. "What? You don't want to talk to me?"
She was so annoyingly prissy this year. More so that usual and it was grating on him. Not that they had more classes together or saw each other more than ususal but since they came back from winter break, her very name irritated him. The hair on his neck would stand when she was close by and it was making him bonkers trying to figure out why. She was even ignoring him more than she regularly did but she still always seemed to be there!
But, while they were here, annoying her back seemed like the only logical course of action.
"I didn't sneak into the restricted section after midnight to talk to anyone. I'm trying to not get caught, Malfoy."
"Oh, and I'm not? This is dull as hell, Granger. You could at least be engaging. What were you sneaking around for?" He fiddled with the button on his shirt cuff, staring in her general direction but smirked when he heard her huff.
"It would be better to stay quiet," she hissed when there was a loud shout from the other side of the door. She jolted and shifted away from the door. Preparing to hide behind him if it swung open to expose them.
"C'mon. I'm bored. Play with me, Granger!" he drawled quietly, knowing she was getting tense and moving closer to him. He could feel the warmth from her body and his mouth felt dry suddenly. Her heart sped up, seeing a shadow move against the light under the door, she pushed herself against him and gasped. That. Wasn't what he expected her to do.
"Malfoy!! Hush!!" He stiffened, feeling her small frame suddenly up against him. A soft smell drifted up to cloud his senses, was it flowers or spices? 'What is she playing at?' he thought, furrowing his brow.
The shadow moved away and she exhaled loudly. "You almost got us caught, you idiot!"
"At least I'm not pushing myself against you like some desperate horny 3rd year." He growled and she instantly shoved him and accidently herself backwards, knocking into the bookstack behind her, feeling incredibly embarrassed. His voice had dropped, dark and dry and she didn't realized how close she had gotten to him. He must be really angry if his voice sounded like that and she wasn't eager to be trapped in here, defenseless, if he was about to make her a target. It wouldn't be difficult to throw her out into the hallway if he really wanted to.
She just wanted to get out of there as soon as possible. She whirled around and reached down to grab at the pages that fell from their stack behind her, trying to busy herself to stop the loud pounding in her chest and clean up the precious books, of course. "It's not on purpose you, git. If I could walk out of here I would!" She snapped at him, standing back up with her arms full of pages.
Pages she dropped completely again when his arms came around her body and pulled her flush against him. "Now, I know you didn't just do that by accident again, did you Granger?" His voice was barely above a whisper but directly in her ear with a hint of playfulness. The ringing sound in her ears was back and the hammering in her chest was so heavy she thought it might burst from her ribcage. She was about to scream, 'sod everything, just get me out of here,' but he slid one hand over her mouth.
"If you wanted to play with me that way, you could've just said so, you sly little witch." It was practically a purr his lips felt sparks against her ear and he shifted his grip to tightening at her waist when he felt her struggling and then swaying on her feet, obviously fainting at his touch, as she should. He was only incredibly handsome and rich, why wouldn't she would be completely swooning for him right now. He was surprised she didn't fling herself at him as soon as the closet door had closed. Of course, because this was Granger, she would never make anything easy for him. 'Oh. Oh no wait,' he thought. 'She can't breathe!' And he quickly moved his hand from over her mouth and nose. "S-sorry. It's dark in here. I didn't-"
She slammed her heel into the toe of his shoe as she gasped for air and he bit the inside of his cheek hard to stop from screaming. She leaned forward to gasp and squirmed, trying to get free. Still groaning in pain "Dammit, you bitch," he tightening his grip on her waist, his other arm moved around her shoulders holding her against him, his body responding to having a women in his arms by filling him, head to toe, with warmth and adrenaline. Tie those in with anger and he was seething. Draco Malfoy does not get left with egg on his face. He is good with women. Especially women who hate his guts. He wasn't considered charming for no reason! The handful of conquests he aquired were almost exclusively women who hated him at one point. He loved a challenge.
"How quickly you go from witch to bitch, you monster. Let me go." She snarled at the air in front of her, spitle flying from her mouth. She didn't want to play his game. After all, he just tried to smother her!

'She thinks I'm a monster. Well, I'm all for being the villian.' he thought a sneer on his face.
She felt a rumble in his chest, soft at first but it grew into an audible laugh. "No, I don't think I will. In fact," he leaned forward and used his pointed nose to move some of her hair back from her shoulder and put his lips close to her neck and slid them up and down the side, just barely touching her skin. She felt her body fully tense when he whispered this time. "You're still dating Weasley, aren't you? Or is it Potter, now? I can never keep track of who you're whoring for."

She opened her mouth to shout at him, 'how dare he?' but instead, a quiet yelp came out when his lips closed around her neck, like a vampire in the novella she was sneaking into the restricted section looking for. She wiggled, panicking that maybe, he was a vampire. Maybe he WAS going to kill her. The intelligent part of her brain told her that was stupid. There's no way he was a vampire. 'That means he's doing something worse' Her thoughts cried, full panic, 'He's giving me a love bite!'
There was a moment where she panicked before the clever woman realized that a simple glamour charm will cover up any damage he would do to her delicate neck. The fact that he seemed adamant to ruin her reputation by making it seem that she had snogged someone on her late night library trip was a moot point. Peeves wasn't the only danger to making rumors of her start.

She triumphantly smiled until she heard his voice, husky and heavy against her skin, "don't think I'm making this easy for you. This is going to be visible for a month, at least." His hand slipped from around her waist and he placed his palm over the red skin. He pointedly said no words to hide the incantation from the smartest witch in the school as he cast his wandless spell, the opposite of a concealment charm. He felt her smile drop but he moved his face back to the crook of her neck, reluctant to remove his lips fully from her strangly sweet tasting skin. The plesant smell from her was so strong from there; maybe coming from her hair? Granger wasn't the type to wear perfume, especially not for just herself. His thoughts came to a sharp point, 'she was meeting someone here. What a naughty bookworm, meeting in the restricted section at night?' he mused in his head, the though exciting him.
"Why did-? What's even-? Why??" She stammered as his grip on her went slack while he was lost in thought. She tried to twist away but when he felt her moving he tightened his grip. He didn't know who this girl thought she was, having sneaky hook ups in the library. This is mousey, bushy and bitchy Gryffindor know it all. She wasn't a woman who had sex in the library after dark. She tattled on him and his friends when her crowd of merry twats got away with anything.
"Who were you meeting." His voice lost all the light playful notes, his pure plain drawl thrummed through her. "Who was supposed to be here for you tonight?" he isn't certain why the thought irritated him. It really wasn't his business what she snuck off to do. It makes sense that she was always here, always in the library somewhere. You could guarentee she was right there, especially if she wasn't with her boyfriends. You could set your watch by her predictability.
"I don't-" She struggled again. "No one? I'm looking for. For a book!" She didn't know where he was going with this, she struggled with each word. First he gropes her, sucks on her damned neck, now he's asking what she's doing here? He was off the charts strange in this damned closet. She thought he wouldn't even want to touch her given all the ridicule and glares over the years. Yet here they were, his body against hers, his lips against her ear, his grip on her so tight her stomach ached. Or maybe that was anxiety.
"What book?" He probed, feeling some hesitation. If she wasn't meeting anyone, why was she so embarrassed when she saw him? Why did she smell so good? What sort of charm did she use to make everything about her appealing to him suddenly? Surely a homely little thing like her needed more to keep the special chosen one and his sidekick interested. Maybe she has some kind of enchantment potion, this was beyond a beautification potion.
That's the only explanation he could fathom as to why he still hadn't let her go. She could've ran out and avoided being caught a while ago. Yet he still had her pressed tight against his body and didn't want her to move, unless it was that very nice ass against his hard on, the smell of her almost intoxicating as it clouded his mind. She must've found the book in here with the enchantment spell modifiers or a potion recipe.
"It's a....a.. romance book. Nothing serious." Her small voice snapped him back out of his ponderings. Was she really trying to learn about romance through a book?
"A romance? In the restricted section? Like, hexes?" She could tell he didn't quite understand what she meant or believe her. Especially when she felt his wand pressing into the back of her thigh. She felt panic starting to rise. This could turn bad very, very quickly.
"I-it's like a dirty tabloid, Malfoy!" Her voice hushed as the voice of Peeves echoed, signaling he was coming by again. Most likely followed by the spook patrol, as he had called it earlier. She slumped, no longer struggling against him, her confession an instant regret. She should've lied.
"Oh," he could just hear her blushing, her embarrassed face wanting to hide. He felt relieved but the stab of jealousy was hiding in the undertow of his thoughts. She was here for herself, not someone else. An imaginary man in a book was her planned company. "So...you came tonight, alone, to read a naughty book? That's so....Granger." He chuckled in that deep husky way that gave her chills; compounded as he had his fingers trail up her body to the clasp on her robes.
"Tell me what's in these books of yours?" He had no idea she even read such things, nevermind doing so on a Friday night by herself. He felt a swirl in his stomach, partially excitment from having a womans body against him. Giving her the lovebite seemed to make his body respond like she was just another girl against him in a closet. He could feel how small she was under her robes and made a snap decision. One he shouldn't have been making with the arousal that was making his head dizzy.
She gave a little jerk to see if she could get out of his grip but she knew she couldn't run out of the restricted section yet. "I'd be more comfortable if you put your wand away, then I'll tell you, if you really want to know." She tried to sound playful and calm. He wanted to play his little game and she was his best sparring partner. He seemed to forget, when they went toe to toe, she was always the winner. Nothing he could think up would keep her from besting him.
"I don't have my wand. Tell me of your stories. I'm dying to know."
"Then what is this?" She grabbed at the hardness pushing into her thigh and stammered when she realized. She was so positive it was his wand. Why in the seven circles of hell would he have an erection right now? She couldn't even fathom how red her cheeks must have been, thankful for the dark little room, she clasped her hands over her face. In her head she screamed, 'oh my, gods!!'
"That's my cock, Granger." His voice grew incredibly heavy, like she had imagined the man in her novel spoke. It made her take a shuddering breath. She would never forget hearing Malfoy say "cock" right against her ear while it pressed against her leg. His breath ghosting over her.
"I-Uh. I- can't. I'm sor-" She didn't know what to say. Thankfully, they both went stone silent when a book slammed against the door. Peeves cackled followed by a ghost shouting at him.
When she finally let out a breath, she realized that Draco's hand had wandered again, down to the edge of her skirt, trailing along the bits of thigh that were just under it. 'She never wore short skirts' he pondered. 'Why is it so short now?'
He had used the distraction to pull her robe open and off her shoulders to see she was wearing one of her muggle outfits that he thought was ridiculous, her sweater wrapped around the sides of her shoulders, the freckled skin radiating heat against his face. He was thinking about how familiar it looked, even in this dark enviornment and recalled her wearing this particular sweater and skirt on an early fall day with kneehigh socks and those impossibly boring mary-janes she wore all the time.
A quick stab and twist in his core told him why he remembered it in such detail and he groaned inwardly. These were the clothes she was wearing when he first felt a jolt of attraction. She hadn't even noticed him that day, didn't even make eye contact; out on a jaunt about the grounds with her friends, smiling and laughing. He had done his best to ignore them all, focusing on his own business but her small scream of delight echoed loudly in the courtyard. One of those dolts had grabbed her around the waist and swung her around, making her squeal and laugh and beg to be put down, pushing the back of her skirt down to hide her underthings. He had seen a flash of light pink as she was plopped back on the ground and felt blood pound in his ears and he felt blush on his cheeks, he had never felt that before.
They all moved past him and around the corner and were gone, save for their laughter bouncing back to him, sitting there, book closed, confused and miserable. There are things you never really want. You can go your whole life never thinking about it but the second you're made aware of it, you want it. And by the Gods he wanted it.
As for this very moment, he still was lost in what he wanted. How completely unfair of her to use this charm against him. He smirked a bit, 'such a clever, witch,' she had been trying to get his attention this whole time, that's why she was always underfoot or in the near distance. She didn't need to try so hard. He dropped his head to her shoulder, picturing the little freckles that dusted the surface and brushed his lips against them. "I'm waiting, witch. Tell me of your stories."
"What are you-" his fingertips felt electric against the skin of her thigh and her brain felt like it was short circuiting. There were still clearly people outside or, ghosts, what was he trying to do?
"Shhh, quietly now. This is quite a place to be caught, mudblood." She bristled at the name, wishing she had her wand to hex him. All the angry and annoyed words died on her tongue when his fingers brushed her inner thigh and he simultaneously kissed her neck, making her exhale deeply. He smirked, glad he was right about her still being a woman. And a women who hadn't been touched recently, if ever. If he could call her the worse name and instantly melt her anger away, she was going to fall apart in his hands.
If she wanted to be difficult, he knew how to get a woman to dance the way he wanted. She swallowed a lump in her throat.
"There's always this woman character." She whispered as quietly as she could manage, resolved to just tell him what he wanted, hoping he would stop this nonsense. "And she is strong and independent but bad at love and relationships." She felt frozen to the floor. Memories of book reports from early school came back to her mind as she felt anxiety rising. This isn't a class book report, this is a whispered synopsis of a dirty book, in a closet, with a man who is playing with the skin between her legs.
"Mmmm so...you." His voice steady considering he felt like he was trembling, his lips were against her skin, slightly nipping with his teeth and she took in a raspy breath before continuing. He felt so nervous to touch her but his body didn't expose his emotions. He spent too many years mastering seducing women to have shaking hands.
"I guess" she swallowed hard once more and he felt it move the skin of her throat. "and there's a guy who she hates at first and who makes things difficult but...he's handsome, I guess," she felt another wave of blush come to the surface of her face. Draco nudged his nosed against her jawline, encouraging her to continue, humming softly to egg her onward.
"S-so she ends up getting to know him, because thats how stories go and he...And he shows her how wonder- wonderful...s-sex is. And that's all I've read." she felt goosebumps as his digits crept ever farther up her thigh.
"Ahh and that's me." His fingers finally reached their goal; probing and rubbing through her panties and she gasped.
"What? You? No. No you're not-" a whimper popped out of her mouth and her head fell back against his chest. Oh this was very different from doing it herself.
"I'm not a man you've hated who is handsome but makes things difficult for you?" He smirked against the curve of her neck, his voice being playful, knowing she was crumbling. Especially when she jerked her hips forward against his hand. This was like nothing he had expected. He had played with many new things but she was a very responsive toy. No one had played with her before the way he was playing with her, he was sure of it. And the little sounds she was making kept driving him to be bolder.
"Granger, you are literally soaking wet. If I'm not this man, then you're in the wrong book. I won't tell anyone, though. It's hard to find the right book sometimes. But I'm curious now," His fingers slipped up to the tiny nub of nerves and he made gentle but firm circles. She arched her back and groaned something he's sure she thought were words.
"Is there anything in your book like this?" He switched arms and let the other trace up her body while his more dominate hand grasped the inside of her thigh so his fingers could stroke her slowly. His eyes had finally adjusted and he could just barely see her pretty lips, parted, trying to breathe without making noise. Grabbing the side of her face and turning it to him, he pushed a kiss on her lips. The state she had him in was far from gentle and he felt a primal need to taste her lips.
She pushed back against his mouth, her hands trying to find something to grip, to keep him there, to not float away. His kiss felt like oxygen and she was sure she would die if she lost it. A hungry desire had pooled in her groin. Is this really happening?
This was definitely not what was supposed to be happening right now. This was far from where she planned her night. In retrospect, sitting alone with her own hand and a book seemed much more her speed, but boring. In this dark room, he could be anyone in her imagination, like the antagonist and love interest in her dirty book. He slid his fingertips under her panty line and she broke her lips off of his to gasp at the skin on skin contact, hearing his dark and teasing chuckle. This was still Malfoy, with his horrible rude attitude.
"S-Stop." she stammered out, embarrassed at how turned on this whole scene was making her. His breath against her ear was giving her goosebumps all over and she tried to squirm away, she wasn't some horny 3rd year. This was not going to happen. She didn't do things like this. This isn't who she is, snogging in closets with a man! No matter how thrilling her book was, she was comforted to know it was just a book.
"Oh, babes. You are more than welcome to walk away." he purred into her ear, nipping at it with his teeth. "but your body really doesn't want me to stop. And I'm a slave to a body as responsive as this." He pinched down on her swollen little clit and she moaned, arching herself into his hand again. She could easily stomp on his foot if she was truely disguisted by this. Obviously, she wasn't trying to actually stop him, his confidence felt unshakable.
"It doesn't. Matter. What my body wants." she tried to speak evenly but it was impossible. She trembled as he traced a single digit around her soaking opening. "I don't want-" He pushed his finger inside with little effort and she whined.
He smirked, this was way too easy. And way too sexy. "Give me just a few more minutes, Granger," he breathed against her. If he could make her shiver and shake and crumble from her orgasm, she would no doubt come back to him for more. The joy he expected from her begging for his touch made his dick throb. "Just be as quiet as you can."
He placed his thumb against her clit again, rubbing with perfect pressure and curled the finger inside her against the soft and textured spot as she sharply inhaled. He added another finger to work in counter action against her breathing. Swiping them back and forth in time with the circles his thumb made, pushing down gently on her pelvis, creating a different friction she'd never felt before. He bit his lip to quiet a groan when he felt his thumb was so soaked, he could barely keep a firm pressure without slipping around, her insides clinging to his fingers in a whisper of whats to come.
He'd made girls orgasm easily. Sometimes he had to take time to learn a witches body and what her special button was but the clit was always the special button; as any man worth his salt in bed knew. He found penetrative sex was messy after foreplay but more satisfying if he didn't have to focus on what the woman wanted and it was over faster if she was already weak-knee'd and satisfied at the start. He was blessed with beautiful long fingers and learned to adapt to a body while it squirmed under them. It was simple scientific method, change up movements and pressure until he gets the right response. And Hermione just gave him the right response. After a shuddering breath, two sharp intakes of air and her body tensed.
The pull was sudden but even, like the tide. It flushed into her body, drowning her and any sense she had. And it went out as quickly as it came, her whole body tensing and shuddering an orgasm, a keen wail coming from her mouth but muffled. He had slipped his hand over her mouth again, carefully this time. He studied her face as well as he could through the dark as she rocked through the final steps and he had known she would never hit her peak quietly.
"That was pretty entertaining. Thank you, Granger," He slipped his hand out from her and spun her to face him. He grabbed her chin between his fingers to pull her face to his again, and kissed her once more, wiping the mess she left on his hand all over her favorite sweater, giving one of her breast a squeeze. He hadn't even touched the twins and wasn't going to leave without coping a feel.
She swayed in place for a moment, her legs not exactly ready to hold her body up yet. Had he just thanked her for giving her an orgasm? He chuckled, his voice pulling her back into the world, "Coast is clear. Better be quick, though."
He opened the door and hurried out, as fast as his legs could go. He could care less if he got caught out after hours now, if he didn't get as far away from that witch as possible, he would be deep inside her before he could say the word, "Mudblood". Which wasn't such a terrible idea but it definitely wasn't what he had been trying to do. None of that is what he was trying to do. His entire being was screaming at him to go back and bury himself inside her.

"Fuck," he muttered.

She sank to her knees and felt for her wand, trying her best to piece together what had just happened. She felt tears prick her eyes but a smile tug at her lips. A little laugh came out and she clamped her hand over her mouth. 'There is no way that just happened. Ginny isn't going to believe me.' she thought. Her red-headed best friend had been more boy crazy than she typically was all year and pestering Hermione for the romance novel. Having a story to share with her like this felt exciting. Her life felt exciting!
She cracked the door open and darted out, slinking her way over to the exit. She didn't bother going to get her book. She'd be perfectly fine without it tonight.
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Curse of a Kiss