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Chapter 10: Ablaze

‘There’s a broom closet next door.’

A captivating smirk crept to Draco’s lips as he glanced at Snape.

‘Oh but I’d rather have you on Snape’s desk than in that broom closet.’

Gorgeous, sexy and seductive as hell. What girl could possibly resist this young god’s advances, Hermione did not know.

Recently though, she not only discovered the heart behind the cold mask he wore, but also recognized the massive sex appeal that she had long tried to ignore.

The blond pureblood gestured towards the eerie professor’s mahogany desk, licking his lips all the while.

She was seriously considering the pros and cons of shagging the luscious Slytherin prefect on Snape’s desk, but then Harry approached them and broke into her thoughts.

‘Talk to you later after class?’ Harry asked her in earnest.

Hermione gave the green-eyed boy a tight-lipped smile. ‘Sure Harry.’

He returned her smile and turned to leave. But not before giving Draco a look of complete disdain.

Draco fixed his steely gaze on the retreating back of the Boy Who Lived, an eyebrow perfectly arched. ‘And what was that all about?’

Chocolate eyes rolled heavenward. ‘We’re friends. We talk. No discussion.’

He growled in anger and grasped her elbow tightly. Pulling her close, he whispered roughly in her ear.

‘You’re mine. No pathetic Scarface is going to put the moves on my woman.’

Hermione pried her away from his grasp and took a few steps back. ‘He’s doing no such thing. You’re being unreasonable. Unreasonable and annoying.’

Eyes flashing in fury, he went to talk to Snape for a couple of moments, then returned to seize her arm again and pull her to his side. Draco hauled her resisting body out of the classroom and released her just as she was taking great pains to have him relinquish his hold of her.

Hermione fell forcefully against the wall and cried out loud in pain. She glared at Draco’s pale figure in fury.

‘Are you insane?! They were all looking at us!’

He was pacing impatiently in front of her. ‘Don’t worry. I explained it all to Snape. We’re prefects. We have things to do.’

‘You do know how implausible that explanation is, don’t you?’

Grabbing a handful of her chestnut locks, he pulled her face close to his. He bared his teeth and snarled at her.

‘What the hell would you have me say? You’re driving me mad, Granger.’

She pushed him away and slapped him hard. Hermione turned on her heel and walked away.

She wasn’t able to get far.

Draco grabbed her hand and pulled her into the broom closet. He locked the door behind him and pushed Hermione against it.

‘Fuck you, Malfoy.’

He smirked a little at that. ‘Is that a request?’

Enraged, she tried to claw at his face. She was able to succeed in scratching his cheeks a little, but he soon caught her wrists and trapped her arms above her head.

He brought his mouth against the side of her head and roared. ‘Nobody wounds Draco Malfoy. You’ve done too much damage, Mudblood.’

Nudging his face away from hers, she roared just as angrily as he did.

‘Never call me that again. What the hell is your problem?!’

He lowered his mouth to her neck and grazed his teeth upon her skin.

‘Potter. He wants you.’

Hermione kicked his shin brutally and escaped from his clutches.

‘You’re acting like a jealous husband.’

Draco grabbed her shoulders forcefully and shoved her against the door once again. His face descended closer to hers, crushing her lips in a rough kiss.

It was frightening and intense. The way he bit violently on her lower lip scared and turned her on at the same time. He plunged his tongue inside her mouth to delve deep inside. He explored every wet crevice, tasted her and heightened all her senses until she moaned in primal craving at the back of her throat.

His voice tight with passion, eyes glinting with want, he spoke.

‘Close enough. How about jealous lover?’

Hermione’s breath caught in her throat as he tipped her head back to trace a line from below her ear to her collarbone. Draco tugged at her red and gold necktie to pull it off. She took it from him and threw it around his neck, still grasping each end. She pulled him closer to her and grazed her lips across his.

‘And what does my jealous lover want?’

Trailing his fingertips along her shoulders, he replied.

‘To continue what we started in the Potions classroom.’

Hermione pushed his hands away and stunned Draco into speechlessness when she unbuttoned the rest of her blouse’s fastenings.

His fiery eyes were fixed on her creamy flesh as he drew his hands inside her blouse to push it away from her shoulders, along with her robes. He flicked his tongue delicately along her collarbone, and skated a burning path to her shoulder. His fingers trailed along her arms and intertwined with hers, which were resting on the door behind her. Nibbling lightly on one shoulder, he released her hands and reached behind her to unclasp her bra. He ran his fingertips down her back and leaned in to lick her earlobe.

‘Breathe, Hermione.’

She let go of a breath she didn’t realize she was holding. Draco’s ministrations were driving her mad. Every sensation was heightened, everything he did ignited her senses.

His hand glided to her chest to trace the soft curve of her breast lightly with his fingers. He teasingly avoided the darkly pink tip until she mewled in impatience.

Laughing softly, he took his hand away and crossed his arms across his chest to gaze at her. His eyes roamed heatedly at her exposed flesh. Seeing her flushed face, disheveled hair and naked breasts, he was positive he got even harder than he already was.

‘Come here,’ Hermione commanded. She grasped the ends of her necktie, which was still around his neck, and pulled him closer to her body. ‘Touch me.’

He willingly obliged and cupped her breast, flicking the engorged flesh of her nipple with his thumb. She moaned deeply in pleasure, clutching at his shoulders to keep herself from falling. He removed his hand once more from her chest and placed both hands along her buttocks to keep her upright.

Draco ran his warm, wet tongue over her lips and forged a path downwards until it reached her chest. He dropped butterfly kisses on each breast, tongue swirling around each tip. Every move he made elicited appreciative moans from the girl.

He glanced at her. Her head, tipped back. Eyes shut closed. Hands tangled in his soft blond hair. Mouth open in a silent cry.

A goddess in heaven.

He took one aching nipple into his mouth, covering it in damp heat. He was turned on completely by the softness of her flesh, the sweetness of her skin, the sharp lust that resounded clearly from Hermione’s moans and groans of pleasure.

She pulled his head away ran her tongue along his lips.

‘Wait.’

She untied his robes and threw them on the floor in impatience. She yanked in frustration at his tie, but it wouldn’t budge open.

Draco nudged her fingers away and smirked as he removed his tie calmly.

Hermione, on the other hand, wasn’t so calm.

She unbuttoned the top fastening, but then halted at the second one. A sly expression crossed her face as she tore Draco’s oxford open. Buttons were ripped from their places, flying across the broom closet.

If Draco was surprised by her forward actions, he didn’t show it. He just smirked appreciatively and licked his lips. ‘Kinky.’

Hermione snickered softly. ‘You should see the Muggle movies.’

She pushed his oxford from his shoulders and proceeded to lick at his lean, muscled chest. She threw her arms across his neck and kissed him. Her mouth left his abruptly to trace her tongue from his neck, to his chest, to his abdomen. She looked up cunningly at him through her lashes and winked. She was fumbling with his belt when she felt herself being pulled up by Draco.

‘Oh no you don’t. I go first.’

Draco’s hands snaked to her hip. He unfastened her skirt with dexterity that revealed his familiarity with Hogwarts’ girls’ skirts. Smirking as the skirt fell unceremoniously around her feet, he cocked his head to his side to get a better look at Hermione’s nearly naked body.

White cotton knickers.

He ripped them from her body and she gasped in surprise. ‘Draco! My knickers!’

‘You don’t need them now, do you?’

He took a step back and gazed at her gorgeous form. The creaminess of her skin, the curve of her breasts, the fullness of her hips, the dark chestnut curls at the apex of her thighs.

Mudblood or not, Hermione Granger was irresistible.

He slipped his finger within her molten core again, just as he did in the Potions classroom. He pressed his forehead against hers as he plunged two, then three fingers within her. Her small pants mingled with his breath as their mouths were brought close together.

Draco withdrew his hand away. Hermione mewled in protest.

‘Hush,’ he whispered. He knelt in front of her and placed his hands on her inner thighs to nudge them apart.

He looked around the room and found a metal pail. He grabbed its handle and turned it upside down to form a makeshift chair.

‘Our lucky day, Granger. Sit,’ he ordered.

Hermione did as she was told and parted her thighs. Draco brought his mouth closer to her core. Blowing lightly, he tickled her inner thighs with his fingertips. She grunted lightly at this.

He looked up and met her eyes.

Lust and desire, passion and craving filled her eyes.

How can one resist such an open invitation?

He dipped his mouth between her legs and tasted her sweetness. His tongue stroked inside her, licking at her folds rhythmically in maddening motions. He lapped at her juices, sucked at her flesh, his teeth grazing her.

Hermione was damn near on the brink of losing her mind.

She was so close to it now. Draco flicked at her sensitive nub with his tongue before he plunged it deep within her, sliding in and out. She tried to encourage him but all that came out were sharp, gasping cries. He sucked at her fully for one long moment until he felt her shudder deeply. White-hot pleasure surged through her body and she tumbled off the edge of release.

Panting, she opened her eyes and saw Draco licking his lips. She leaned in and kissed him, tasting herself on his mouth.

‘I can’t wait anymore,’ he growled softly.

She fumbled with his belt once again until they heard the loud voices outside the broom closet door.

Draco groaned in annoyance and buried his head in his hands.

Hermione sighed in frustration. She kissed the top of his head and spoke softly.

‘We’ll be late for class.’

She met his passion-clouded eyes before she continued, ‘This is far from over.’

His brow knitted in exasperation, he picked up his clothes. ‘It better not be.’

Draco took Hermione’s blouse and robes from the floor and gave it to her. He kissed her softly on the lips before they started getting dressed.

He smirked wistfully at the missing buttons of his oxford.

Once they were dressed, they waited until the hubbub outside died down. They opened the broom closet door and got out quietly.

To their surprise, they were caught once again by an innocent passerby.

Only this passerby wasn’t so innocent.

It was Ginny Weasley.

Again.
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