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Locked In	By : goldhorse Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Draco/Hermione Views: 117478 -:- Recommendations : 7 -:- Currently Reading : 13
Disclaimer: I do not own HP, JK Rowling does. I make no money doing this. I have the moths in my pockets to prove it.

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“We didn’t quite think this through, did we,” Draco said with a frown. He stared off towards the bluebell flame, trying hard not to think about the owner of the luscious curves in front of him.

“What do you mean?”

“Well, if you’ll notice Granger, my clothes have disappeared. We have no soap, no flannels, not even a bloody towel. All we’ve managed to do is get wet.”

Hermione colored, glad that he couldn’t tell how much his unintentional double innuendo was affecting her. Instead of dwelling on it, she looked over to the spot he was focused on. Even the mattress had disappeared off the floor. At least her teeth weren’t chattering anymore. That was something.

“We’re warm,” she said quietly.

“I suppose,” Draco said, “but my exposed parts are going to succumb very soon. I’m sure yours will too.”

“W-we could duck down further.”

Draco snorted. “Not without a reposition.”

Hermione closed her eyes in embarrassment. He was right. As they were, their limbs would tangle together and they would probably bump private parts before they were submerged fully in the water. She did a few position changes in her head. The best way, and possibly even more embarrassing than now, would be for her to turn around and lay on his chest. It would allow their legs to curl together instead of fighting each other and they could sink down completely. Damn.

She cleared her throat. “W-we could reposition.”

“I don’t fucking think so,” Draco growled, drawing his legs up a little tighter.

Ah. She fought down a heavy blush, torn between embarrassed and flattered. It didn’t help that she was just as frustrated as he no doubt was. Despite her crankiness, she had very acute hearing. Malfoy had been waiting until he thought she was fast asleep to wank the past week. She never said a word, figuring he needed the release after dealing with her. But with her hormones out of whack, it was taxing.

“What are you staring at me for?” Draco asked, turning slightly to avoid her gaze.

He wasn’t really sure what had gotten into Granger. She was looking at him like he was a piece of meat. It was very unnerving and it was making him seriously consider jumping out and retreating to the loo. The way her tits bounced on the water with her deep breaths was torturing him. How had they arrived at this? Didn’t they hate each other not two weeks ago?

“Sorry,” Hermione squeaked. “I was just trying to work out the best way to position.”

“I said it is out of the bloody question!” Draco yelled.

“So you’d rather freeze to death than admit that you’ve got a bloody hard on?” Hermione shouted back.

Draco shrank back for a second before growling. “I can’t control it Granger. That’s low, even for you.”

“Please. I’ve kept my mouth shut, haven’t I? Just man the fuck up Malfoy.”

Her callous words effectively took him to the limits of his control. “If you move Granger, I swear to fucking Merlin you might just find out how much of a man I really am.”

“You don’t have the guts,” Hermione taunted, not particularly caring. She was horny damn it and Malfoy had the tools to scratch her itch. It was irrational but nothing had made sense their entire entrapment.

“That’s it.”

Draco snapped, not caring anymore for propriety or anything else. He leaned forward, snatching her from her side of the tub and bringing her into his lap. He slammed is lips over hers, not caring in the least that she was scrambling for purchase on the side of the tub. He’d had it, sneaking off to have a wank because she was driving him nuts. She hadn’t put her sweater on since she’d transfigured it, which gave him an eyeful every time she got up. Enough was enough.

Hermione couldn’t catch her breath. Malfoy refused to surrender her lips. She was straddling his hips, brushing up against hard cock. His hands squeezed her arse, grinding her into him. She threaded one of her hands in his silky tresses. The other clawed for purchase on his chiseled stomach. He’d lost a little weight since they had been trapped, but he was still hard and firm in all the right places.

Draco finally released her mouth, relishing the fact that she hadn’t backed away. In fact, she seemed to throw herself into it. Could she possibly want this as badly as he did? He didn’t linger on that thought for long. He was going to take what she was offering. If they died tonight, he would be a happy man. He dropped kisses along her neck and shoulder before leaning her back to suckle on her fabulous breasts. Her rosy nipples were stiff and begging to be teased. Who was he to deny them?

Hermione was stuck between heaven and hell. Draco was sucking on one nipple, his hand tweaking the other while he ground her into him in just the right fashion. It sent sparks of pleasure shooting up her spine and she couldn’t contain the moan that escaped her lips. She was worried that it might make Malfoy stop but he seemed encouraged by it, abandoning her breast and capturing her mouth again.

Draco was hanging on by a thread. They needed to slow down but he was terrified that Granger would back out if he tried. He pushed her back a little and brought his hand around to trace her mound. He drew his fingers through the curls there before lightly drawing a circle around her clit.

Hermione threw her head back at the new contact and keened. At this point, she hardly cared what she sounded or looked like. Malfoy was playing her like a fiddle. She gasped when he slipped a digit inside, slowly pumping in and out. It was exquisite torture and she wanted more. She bucked her hips into his hand, praying to every deity that she could think of that he wouldn’t leave her wanting.

Granger’s mewling made him smirk. He knew he was good but to have the Gryffindor lioness to purr like a kitten was quite a coup. Oh, he was definitely going to see this through. He added a second finger, massaging the perfect spongy spot that had her crying and begging for more. Her hips were bucking frantically now, fucking his fingers when he reached up and pressed his thumb on her clit.

Hermione saw stars as her orgasm washed over her. It was so much better than her own hand, all the tension of the past two weeks leaving her body. She probably said things that would have made a Death Eater blush as she hit her high and murmured her thanks as she came down. Malfoy withdrew his fingers and she felt empty and unsatisfied, still craving more.

Draco had never been so turned on in his life as when Granger started cursing a blue streak. Listening to the girl with the pristine reputation say such filthy things sent him into overdrive. He removed his fingers despite her loud protests and placed her over his member. He had a flash of conscience and decided to give her an out, as much as it was killing him.

“Last chance Granger,” he panted.

She opened her eyes, locking onto his with a fierceness that stunned him. “If you don’t finish what you started Malfoy, I swear I will smother you in your sleep.”

“Good,” he hissed, pulling her down on top of him roughly.

Her startled cry was music to his ears. He waited a few minutes, not only letting her adjust to his size, but giving himself time to regain control as well. She was so hot, so tight, so wet. He didn’t think he’d ever be able to go back to merely wanking when he knew it could be like this. She wiggled over him and he took it as a sign to continue. He hit her hard and fast, unable to control himself to make it last. He had never wanted it so bad, and that included the times Pansy slipped him a lust potion.

They didn’t last long at all. Draco pulled her over him, thrusting up as hard as he could, making her tits bounce and water splash over the sides. They didn’t care at that point. Nothing mattered but getting off. The room was pleasantly warm now, the combination of the steaming tub and their activities doing wonders for the temperature. Hermione seized up first, the bubble inside exploding as she shouted expletives. Draco followed a few thrusts later, releasing a tortured groan of relief.

They collapsed into the water, floating dazedly for a while, happy that the water was warm, and self-cleaning. It took Draco a moment to focus on his surroundings. His jaw dropped at what he saw.

“Well fuck me.”

“I think I just did,” Hermione sighed.

Draco chuckled. “Oh yes you did. But look.”

Hermione cracked her eyes opened and gasped. The room had transformed. It wasn’t Buckingham Palace, but it was a right sight better than before. The room still had the same dimensions, but there was a large bed in the corner with fluffy covers. The floor was carpeted now and the loo corner had an actual toilet in it. There was even a curtain hanging from the ceiling in front of it so they wouldn’t have to tack something into place. Two chairs sat in the third corner next to the bluebell flame. Each contained a change of clean clothes, their cloaks hanging on the back of them.

Draco turned and burst out laughing. “Well, well, Granger. Looks like we had to get dirty to get clean.”

“What?” She asked softly.

He pointed to the edge of the tub where two flannels, a bar of soap, and a bottle of shampoo sat. There was also a small basin sitting on a table just beyond that. It had two tooth brushes and a tube of toothpaste. She almost cried she was so happy.

“You think the room is repairing itself?” She asked.

She realized that she was still lying on his chest and he was still in her but she didn’t care. His arms were draped across her back, one brushing up and down her spine.

“I’m not sure. But I’m not about to complain.”

She hummed. “No, no complaints here.”

He laughed. “Come on Granger. Let’s get cleaned up. I would love to brush my teeth and crawl in that bed. It looks amazing.”

“I’m looks much softer than your shirt,” she agreed, sitting up and gasping when he slipped out of her.

He sighed at the loss of her warmth but helped her up, summoning their glass so he could help her wash her hair. “I’m sure it is…and maybe even warmer than the tub.”

She eyed him a moment before leaning back and letting him wet her hair down. “You might be right about that.”

He was going to have to hurry. They’d never make it to the bed if she kept licking her lips like that.

AN: I realize it's a bit sudden, but I figure two hormonal teenagers trapped in a room and forced to bathe naked would snap fairly quickly. I know if I was trapped with a naked Draco I sure as heck would! As always, thanks to everyone for your reviews. I'm feeling a lot better! Keep them coming and let me know how I'm doing. Until next time...love you guys!
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