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Sex Ed	By : Alcoholic_Rootbeer Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Draco/Hermione Views: 39682 -:- Recommendations : 2 -:- Currently Reading : 4
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter. I don't own the characters, the ideas, or the books. I just like to imagine in JK's world for a bit. I am not making a profit from this story.

Chapter List
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All of this lemonade I made from all of these lemons in my head. Drink it up! It's fresh! lol
Also, the description of Draco's Dark Mark in this scene, I'd like to point out, is canon to the info on Pottermore and Wiki.
Hope ya'll enjoy!
A.
Yeah I've been feeling everything
From hate to love
From love to lust
From lust to truth
I guess that's how I know you
So I hold you close to help you give it up
So kiss me like you wanna be loved
"Kiss Me" by Ed Sheeran
When she heard the sound of the door clicking shut behind them and the small whisper of a 'lumos' as the tip of Draco's wand lit to life (no puns intended), Hermione came to her senses. She had never been stowed away in a broom cupboard with a boy in any of her time at Hogwarts. Now, she stared into the glowing face of Draco Malfoy -the last person her teenage self would have guessed if she heard about it in passing. Of course, that was assuming that unlimited time travel was a thing of reality. Time Turners were all but extinct, and even then there was a time cap on how far back one could go…
"Stop it," he told her, stepping forward. The closet was lined with shelves on three sides, the fourth side, of course, being the door, and when Hermione stepped back she knocked into said shelves and toppled over a couple of empty potion phials.
"Stop what?" she asked, attempting to simulate an air of cool demeanour, even though inside she was burning up with the cheap thrill at the chance of being caught and the nagging notion that this was highly inappropriate for two professors of Hogwarts to engage in.
"You're overthinking this." He flashed her one of his signature smirks and sat his wand on top of a shelf at his eye level. Reaching out, he snaked an arm down the length of her side and rested it on her hip. "Relax." His voice churned her insides like melted butter.
"I am relaxed." She shrugged, waving a shaking hand around 'nonchalantly'. "I'm so relaxed. I'm as relaxed as they-" And out of nowhere, his lips were on her neck, leaving a trail of sensual kisses that made her knees shake. "-Come…" Her hands found their way around the back of his head, where they each gripped a handful of platinum-blonde tresses. Each kiss he bestowed on her throat was followed by a tiny lick, and before Hermione's mind could catch up to her body, her leg had found its way up to his hip and jerked him forward. He paused momentarily as his pelvis was thrust against hers by the force of her leg, and the vibration caused a few more phials to fall at their feet. He chuckled, kissed her just at the base of her throat, and rested his nose in the crook of her neck.
"Someone's enjoying herself."
"You… you planned this, didn't you?"
"Pretty and intelligent. Remind me again why I ever picked on you in school?"
In a moment of nervousness, the words toppled out of her mouth before she could retract them. "You said my blood was dirty." Oh, good going, Hermione. That's exactly what you say to a man who's snogging you in a broom closet. Not.- See if he ever wants to kiss you again… for an intelligent woman, you can be so daft! Draco's body tensed against her, and he trailed the tip of his nose up her neck, resting those alluring lips against her ear.
"The only things dirty in this closet are these dusty shelves and all of the improper thoughts of you swimming around in my head." It was the perfect thing to say.
A wave of bravery overwhelmed her, and, in a flash, she pushed him off of her and spun him around so that he was the one slammed up against the shelves, and she was the one trailing kisses up and down his neck. The front of his robes were fisted in her hands.
"Oh, fuck," he murmured when she left little love bites along his pulse point. His hands gripped the shelves behind him, obviously struck with astonishment by her forwardness. His knees were bent as he struggled to stay on his feet, overtaken by the pleasure of her lips on his skin. Hermione couldn't help but think that he had never intended for her to take the lead. In all honesty, this feeling of power she had over him made her crave more, and she pushed herself up against him, fingers going to work on the clasps of his robes while her tongue danced circles at the newly exposed skin around his collarbone. Draco's entire body began to tremble, and he sighed, lost in pleasure. "Mmmff… someone has a lot of…" he moaned, "pent-up emotions."
"You're going to psychoanalyse me now?" she quipped, fingers finishing the last of the clasps. She yanked his robes off of his shoulders and down over his arms.
"Maybe I should," he teased back, lowering his face down to capture hers in a heated kiss. Hermione went to slip the robes off of his arms, but his hands caught her elbows, ceasing her motions. He broke the kiss momentarily, staring down at her, eyes shimmering in the light from his wand. "Let me take a guess. Mummy and Daddy have a very… vanilla relationship." He slid his hands up her arms and squeezed her biceps. "Too vanilla. So, sweet little Granger, being the Gryffindor queen that she is, gets brave. Starts fantasising…" He cocked an eyebrow and gave her a subtle smirk. "Am I right?"
"Sounds like you're projecting," she mused, attempting yet again to remove his robes from his arms. He tightened his grip, shaking his head.
"My parents' sexual escapades are far from vanilla. I couldn't tell you," she shut him up with a kiss for a moment, but when she pulled away, he simply continued, "all of the," kiss, "ungodly things," kiss, "I'd read in my mother's," longer kiss, "journal."
"You read your mother's journal?" In a moment of bewilderment, Hermione ceased her kiss-fueled attacks and stared up at him.
Draco simply shrugged and replied, "From time to time, to keep things interesting. You wouldn't believe many times I got out of going to ridiculous soirees simply by mentioning I knew a secret of hers."
"That's..."
"The epitome of a Slytherin, at heart. -Oh, don't give me that look. I never told any of her secrets to anyone. I just used them against her to avoid socialising. Surely, you can't hold that against me. Not when you could hold," he pulled her body flesh to his, "this against me."
"I bet you'd like that, wouldn't you?"
"Oh, you have no idea." He leaned down to kiss her, but Hermione halted him.
"What if someone tries to come in?"
"To the closet? This isn't a bed and breakfast. But if it makes you feel any better…"Draco reached up, snatched his wand, whispered a colloportus charm to lock the door and an insulato charm to prevent them from being heard. "That satisfy you, Miss Priss?" Hermione frowned, thinking about it. While it was rather nice to know that he kept her concerns at the forefront of his mind, she didn't like it at all that there wouldn't be at least a -little- risk of being caught. As if reading the aggravation in her eyes, he smirked and said, "Well, well. Someone actually likes the idea of being caught."
Swallowing hard, she tried to shake off the embarrassment that came over her. The last time this subject had come up it had been with Ron, and in that moment destroyed every bit of confidence she had when it came to being 'adventurous.' Draco saw that bit of her as well. He flicked his wand again and dropped the locking charm.
"It's alright, Granger. That's one of the things on my list, remember?" He flashed her a devilish grin and tossed the wand back on top of the shelf. Carefully, he pulled her to him again and set a tender kiss to her lips. Hermione all but melted, losing herself in his touch and his sensitivity. His hands found their way to her cheeks, stroking lightly with the pads of his thumb as he snogged her silly in the dimly lit broom closet.
Plenty of thoughts swirled in the young witch's mind. Some of them involved the two of them taking their shirts off, but mostly her mind focused on the changes in Draco Malfoy that had happened right under her nose. When had the prudish pureblood turned into such a carefree individual? One that had food fights and courted muggleborns and snogged them in broom closets? Was he aware that he was changing? Did he even care? How deep did this change run inside of him? He was even becoming more comfortable with their sexual education class curriculum.
She had to come up for air eventually, and when she did she asked, "Who are you and what have you done with Draco Malfoy?"
He laughed, hands leaving her face to find their place on the curve of her bum. "It's called growing up, Granger. You should try it sometime."
It surprised her how comfortable she felt being alone with the very man that had, on more than one occasion, wished for her harm or immediate death. She wondered now if those were empty threats from the beginning. With that thought solidified in her brain, she felt braver and went back to kissing him while her hands attempted, yet again, to remove those blasted robes from his arms. Again, when she got them down to his elbows he tried to distract her by flipping her around and pressing her against him, back to front. His lips set an attack on her neck, and she almost let herself be caught up in the moment before her curiosity clawed its way back to the forefront of her mind. She jerked out of his touch and stepped near the door, turning on her heels with a heated glare.
"Why won't you let me undress you?"
He snorted a laugh. "Someone's a bit too eager." When she didn't cave to his line, his face fell. "What are you going on about?"
"You know full well. You keep distracting me every time I try to remove your robes. So what is it? Another prudish quirk?" She crossed her arms, and when he said nothing she turned to reach for the handle. "Fine. I guess I'll just-"
"Wait." He extended his arm, not quite close enough to reach her, and his eyes shifted into a sort of apprehension she hadn't associated with him since the Battle of Hogwarts. She stared down at the robes dangling off his arms, the dishevelment of his hair, and the biceps that peeked out in the glow of the room. It then hit her -she'd never seen him wear short sleeves before. Not in the time she'd come back to Hogwarts to teach. Not when they went on their date, or fooled around, or anytime. Her eyes ran the course of his arm, following the short cashmere sleeve to the exposed skin, further down until they rested on the still covered forearm.
"You're ashamed…" she stated, flickering her eyes up to his. He glared evenly at her and tried to shove the dress robes back up his shoulders, but she stepped forward and jerked them back down. Draco fidgeted against her, trying his best not to lose control as he struggled against her feat to disrobe him. Hermione found a moment when he wasn't prepared and sent her fingers digging into his ribcage. Full laughs erupted from him against his will, and while he fought her off from the fiendish tickles, Hermione slipped one arm down to the bottom of his robe sleeve and jerked it down. It was just enough -there, she took in the sight of the left forearm. The faded image of his Dark Mark could be made out over the painful looking scars that ran from the elbow to the wrist. Hermione gasped at the sight, and Draco jerked away, smacking his head into the top shelf. He ignored the pain, and with a glance at her bewildered face he gave up the ghost and let his robes fall down to the floor. Hermione stood silent, unsure of what to say.
"You just had to push it, didn't you?" he sneered, though it was half-hearted. He looked less angry and more inclined to bolt out the door if she weren't blocking his path. "Honestly, why couldn't you mind your own bloody business?"
"Draco." She made to touch his arm, but he shook his head, and she conceded. With a sigh, she put her hands down at her sides and stared up into his eyes. "Does it hurt?"
He blinked back, stunned. Obviously, he expected her to reprimand him or fly fleeing out of the closet at the sight of his arm, but that was not something Hermione would have ever done. After a moment, he gave his best casual shrug and crossed his arms. "Sometimes."
"The scarring?"
"It happened when… he was defeated. Every mark lost its magic…"
"Oh." She wondered, in all the time Harry had been an Auror, why he never shared this bit of information with her. "It makes sense, I suppose. The mark was connected to Voldemort," she watched the way he winced when she said the name, "So it would only be logical that it would lose the magical properties upon his death. -May I?" She extended her hand and touched his arm lightly. To her surprise, Draco allowed it, unfolding his arms so that she could run her fingers delicately over the scarred flesh. "Does… does this hurt?"
His face was unreadable, but he shook his head and said, "No. Not at all." He closed his eyes and released an anxious breath. "It feels good."
"Touching it?"
"Showing someone." He leaned his head back against the shelf behind him, encouraging her to continue her tender ministrations. The raised and grooved skin felt like the pads of fingertips when they soaked in water too long. "And… you touching it feels nice too."
"How long were you planning on concealing this from me?"
"Long as I could."
"Well, that's rather stupid."
He pried an eye open and raised an eyebrow. "You know what's stupid? The fact that I'm out of my robes and you aren't." They both cracked a daring smile, some of the tension melting.
"Yes. I suppose fair is fair." She reached to her robe clasps and undid them hastily. It didn't take her long to shimmy out of her them to reveal her faded jeans and t-shirt she used to paint her apartment back home, speckled with bits of yellow and blue. "Just so you know -I didn't expect to be snogged in a closet today, so I didn't dress for the occasion."
Both of his eyes came open, and he scanned them over her attire. "I've worked with worse."
"Have you?"
"No. Probably not."
She slugged him in the arm. "You're an arse."
"In what social circle is it acceptable to hit someone as a form of endearment?" He threw her a saucy smirk. "Muggles must be practically barbaric. Tell me, do men club you over the head to have their way with you too? If you think that it's in any way arousing-"
"Oh, shut up, Draco." She leapt on him at once, feeding him hungry kisses that forced him to stumble back, once again hitting the back of his head on the shelf behind him. At this rate, he was going to need a trip to the infirmary when they were through. He chuckled into the kiss, and his hands found the bottom of her shirt, dragging it up her stomach as he kissed her back with a feverish intensity. Before she knew it, her shirt was over her head and discarded to their pile of robes at their feet. Not wanting to be outdone, Hermione did the same to him, finally answering so many of those burning questions she had since she started to fantasise about the blonde. Between heated kisses she took in his smooth, pale skin and lean frame. Skinny wasn't the right word; slender, perhaps, fit him better. He was all long, taut muscle -the kind that came to a man naturally when he stayed active. His years of Quidditch had kept him in good form, and Hermione couldn't help but slide her hands over the sculpted muscles in his shoulders and the firmness of his chest. Ron had been soft and cuddly, not defined in any particular place except his arms, and she distinctly recalled a cute pudge around his middle. Draco's body, despite his adoration for sugary snacks, held only the appropriate amount of insulation needed to keep a body alive. The rest of it held definition, and he even captured that scandalous v-line that Ginny went on about when she described her intimate details with Harry. Not that Hermione enjoyed hearing about the sexual escapades of her brother-of-sorts, but once Ginny got going, there was no way to shut her up until she was through.
Draco pulled his head back to glaze his eyes over her half-exposed form. The atmosphere changed. Instead of the need to rip each other's clothes off, they eyed each other with appreciation, taking in the other's body and soaking up the image to think about later when they were alone. It caused a shimmer of heat to radiate over Hermione's body, and she rapidly became self-conscious. That was, until Draco took his hand, trailing it down the line of her neck, the bend in her collarbone, the subtle dip between her breasts still held behind the confines of her brassiere, and resting it right above her belly button. There, he let his hand explore, fingers caressing her abdomen with tremendous detail. Hermione had never been touched this way, so gentle and yet commanding, and she found the urgent want for his hand to move further down. Draco coiled a finger through the belt loop of her jeans and tugged her forward, pressing them chest to chest. She swallowed hard and fought to maintain control of her body as it began to shake. His free hand wound behind her and began to trace soft patterns up and down her lower spine. There was a tightness in her throat, and for a moment the bright witch forgot how to breathe. Being in this broom closet with him took all wisdom of sensibility out of her mind and kicked it off a metaphorical bridge. All that mattered was the gentle caress of his fingers and the warmth of his skin.
She stared up into his steely eyes and whispered, "More."
He licked his lips and closed his eyes for a moment. When he brought them back open, they held a sense of resolve. "You sure?"
"More," she said again, nodding. Her hands took his cheeks and pulled him down into a ravenous kiss. It didn't take Draco long to get the message. His fingers fumbled with the button of her jeans and unhooked it. Frankly, it was adorable how nervous he suddenly was, considering that only moments ago he had been practically a Casanova. Perhaps, she thought, she would need to take control of the situation to save his ego from being tarnished. She nudged him back against the shelves, pried away from him, and reached behind her, unlatching the hooks of her bra. With a flirtatious grin, she watched him stare wide-eyed as she slipped the undergarment off and held it out before dropping it at his feet. She noted the way his breathing became rapid, and he clenched and unclenched his hands. "Something the matter, Draco?" She shot him one of his infamous smirks and turned her back to him. Knowing full well the repercussions of her actions, she shimmied out of her jeans leisurely, allowing him to take in the sight of her hips and buttocks hidden behind a pair of her striped casual cotton panties. At least they fit her nicely. She'd almost gone with the worn out pair of knickers she always wore on the weekends. When she finally stepped out of her jeans and shoes, pushing them off to the side with her foot, she turned back around and innocently put her hands behind her back.
Draco leaned rigidly against the shelf behind him, mouth slightly parted and eyes caressing over every bit of her body. With a small cough, he cleared his throat and whispered, "More."
"More?" She took one step forward.
"More." He reached out, snatched her from around the middle, and spun her around. His fingers dug into her hips as he pressed her bum right up against the stiff erection hidden behind the constraints of his trousers. He began to lick and bite at her shoulder while he snaked one hand around the front of her thigh and in between her legs to the already pooling warmth of her knickers. There, he began to rub along the nub of her covered clit. Hermione's head fell back against his shoulder, and he turned his head towards her to steal a delicate kiss. "More?"
"More."
"Touch your tits for me."
Well, that was certainly arousing. Being told how to touch herself only made her wetter, and with a confidence that she didn't know she possessed in the bedroom (or, to be technical, the broom closet) she slid her hands up the length of her stomach to cup both of her breasts.
"Mmmh… Play with them."
Head still leaned on his shoulder, she tweaked her nipples between her fingers while he played at her between her thighs. His fingers were warm and now lubed with her arousal, so that they glided easily around her clit with just enough pressure to make her moan. Absently, she tugged at her nipples, pinching them to add to the glorious feeling of his fingers. She knew Draco was watching every detail over her shoulder, and that alone was one of the sexiest images Hermione could have ever dreamt up. But this wasn't one of her lust-filled fantasies -this was real, and he was real, and he was touching her the way she hoped he would. The hand that rested on her hip disappeared, and with it, its warmth. She then heard the clinking of a belt being undone but was too preoccupied to care what was going on behind her- until she felt something warm and firm press against her. Oh good gracious. Was this happening?
"More?" he coaxed his voice like venom in her ear, poisoning her sense of control. She knew what 'more' meant this time, and with it the connotations of their actions. If this had happened before he had asked her to dinner, she might have chocked it up to lust and hormones. But now, with his discussion of courting and fancying her jumbled up in that head of hers, she knew that taking this step wasn't just a one-night stand. This was something intimate. This was meaningful. Part of her told her that she could back out now with no harm done. That she could say no: he wouldn't pressure her into continuing. She at least knew that much about the pureblood values lodged inside of that complicated mind. But there was a greater part of her that begged for the release, begged for the intimacy, begged to be brave and give this a chance.
She nodded, turning her face and reaching back with one of her hands to stroke his cheek. Coffee-colored eyes met icy silver, and she whispered, "More."
Draco's face softened, and he smiled -genuinely smiled. But that was fleeting because after only a moment he let that smile slip into a haughty smirk before he tugged her underwear down over the curve of her bum. Hermione hissed an anxious breath as he took a moment to rid her of the undies and push her back against the back wall of shelving. Facing her now, he hooked one of her legs up around his hip while bending low to take one of her breasts into his mouth. His lips and tongue grazing over the sensitive flesh of her nipple made her moan incoherently, while one of her hands found its way down to slide around the thickness of his cock. Draco flicked his tongue in appreciation and then followed by blowing cool air onto the pebbled nub. It sent electricity down Hermione's spine, and she knew she couldn't hold out much longer. She stroked him a few times, realising in a moment of clarity that they were going to take this step and –that they didn't have protection.
"Draco…" she whispered, but he took it as a sign of endearment and slid his tongue over to her other breast to lap hungrily at her while one of his hands slipped between her thighs and began to play with her wet folds. Concentrate, she scolded herself as she arched her hips forward for more contact. His fingers happily obliged, and two of them slipped within her without further prompting. The glorious feeling of being filled up by a man's touch (it had been years) made a string of thankful obscenities fall from her lips. She heard him chuckle as he brought his face up to hers and nipped at her lower lip with his teeth. Oh, Lord, how did he know she liked that so much? "Draco… wait…"
His movements stopped, fingers still inside of her but motionless. "Getting cold feet?" he chided.
"No. Not at all." She kissed him on the lips to prove it. His fingers twitched within her, and they started back to working her into a slow build up in her lower abdomen. They somehow knew the right way to press inside of her, finding her g-spot, thumb playing right against her clit. How was he so good at this, like he had fingered her half his life? "Oh, good God…" She released his cock in a moment of pure elation, falling way to the sensation.
"There?" he teased, dragging the moment out as he pressed, yet again, against the bundle of nerves inside of her that made her want to cry in pleasure. "I love hearing you moan." When he slid his fingers out and back into her again, she all but lost her sense of control as she arched her back and gave a low, seductive moan. "Good girl," he told her, slipping his fingers out and rubbing the slicked pads of his fingertips along her left nipple. Could he be more seducing at this point? "Tell me what you want." He rolled her nipple between his fingers, alternating between soft and firm pressure.
"I want you."
"Where do you want me?"
"Inside me." She got braver, staring him straight in the eyes.
"Inside you where? In that pretty little mouth of yours?" He took the fingers that had been inside of her and glided them into her mouth along her tongue. Hermione groaned, tasting herself, loving this sexually charging display of enticement from him. "Is that where you want me, Hermione?"
When he removed his fingers, she shook her head and said, "No, Draco."
"Where then?" He was trying to stroke the vixen out of her, and slowly but surely, it was working. She rolled her hips while drawing her leg tighter around him, bringing him ever so close to her aching centre.
"Here."
His cock twitched against her. "You want me to fuck you, Hermione? Is that what you want?"
"Yes!" She gasped.
He kissed along her neck, under her jaw, and made his way up to tenderly kiss her lips.
For the second time, Hermione came to her senses. "Wait. Draco. We don't have a-" He cut her off with a kiss, dug around in his pocket for a moment, and when he drew his lips away from hers, he held between them a foil square. "I-Is that one of my condoms from my medical bag?"
He smirked. "I filched it when you weren't looking on Thursday during lessons."
"You rotten git," she giggled. She plucked it from his fingers, ripped it open with her teeth (which she recalled from last time had him very aroused) and set to work, slipping it onto his erection while stealing kisses here and there. With a nod, she positioned him and whispered, "No turning back now."
"Nope," he quipped, his voice heavy with lust and resolve. It happened quickly, but time seemed to slow down to Hermione as he pressed into her, sheathing himself inside of her warm, wet center and giving in to every ravenous emotion they held between them. Every inch of him that filled her up brought with it a sense of long-overdue satisfaction. And it didn't matter that their first time was in a broom cupboard at Hogwarts. It didn't matter that this was Draco -if anything, that made the moment so much more; to give into her most primal urges with someone who wanted the same sort of passion and excitement in sexual conquests. All that mattered was that his cock inside of her felt as natural as breathing, and his lips on hers were a reminder that this was more than a casual affair.
Oh, holy fucking shit. Don't come, Draco. Don't you dare come.
He steadied his hands on the sides of her hips, taking into account the tightness around his dick like her pussy was attempting to choke the life out of him. He had no idea she would feel so goddamn good. Even the desensitising effect of the condom couldn't make up for the fact that she was so tight. Move, he told himself, and he did, withdrawing his cock to the tip, eyes blazing into hers as he watched her lips part in a spectacular, "Oh!" It was all he needed to drive back into her again to the base of his cock, and he glanced down to watch her take the entirety of his length. Merlin, did she even know how erotic her body was when she was being fucked by him? Somehow, the image of seeing his cock move in and out of her just made her that much more attractive, which he didn't know she could be. He rolled his hips, rubbing his pelvis against her clit as he buried himself inside of the glorious woman while she trailed kisses along his collarbone.
"Fuck…" he whispered when she gave his shoulder a nice bite.
She licked at the bruised skin and said, "Too much?"
"No." He closed his eyes. "More."
She obeyed, letting him rock in and out of her while she planted nips here and there along his neck, shoulders, and chest. Draco could hardly stand the restraint it took not to plough into her, but he knew that doing so would slam her back into the shelves and make for some less than comfortable love-making. And Draco wanted to make this the most memorable first time she would ever have. He'd be damned if he was going to come second to a Weasley at sexual pleasures.
To prove it, he grabbed under her bum with both of his hands and tugged the light-weight brunette up so that she wrapped both of her legs around his hips and her arms around his neck. Hermione gasped as he dropped her ever so slightly, sliding her down on his dick, before pushing her back up to tease her with just the tip. She moaned desperately into his ear, "Again." He did, and this time, she rolled her hips in time with the fall. Draco groaned, fingers digging into her ass.
"Yes…." He repeated the motion, and once again Hermione performed that sensational movement. And to think he'd ever even suggested that he didn't want this. What a ridiculous notion. He wished he could find a way back in time just to save her from the grave injustice of allowing Weasley to take her virginity. It should have been him. It should have always been him. Young Draco had been such a cock block to himself.
"Draco," Hermione moaned softly into his ear, grinding herself against him. Salazar's ghost! He wasn't going to hold out long if she kept this up. He carefully pulled her up until he had removed himself from her and set her gently down on the floor. There, he turned her around, bent her over, positioned himself, and rammed back into her from behind. Her back arched as her fingers instinctively grasped around the wood of a lower shelf, giving him the sturdiness he needed to build a steady rhythm. "Yes… fuck me…"
Oh, there was that little spitfire from last week. He'd wondered where she'd run off to. With a smirk and a mountain of confidence, he began to pound harder into her and earned a few airy gasps and even a small scream from her.
"That's it," he encouraged, digging his nails into her hips, lost in this euphoric feeling. "Scream as loud as you want." He reached down and gathered her hair into a fisted knot before giving it a good tug. Over and over, he thrust inside of that warm and willing cunt she possessed, each time losing a bit more of his resolve to keep emotions in check. Soon, he craved nothing more than to know that she felt it too -this connection they shared between the rhythmic meeting of their bodies. He became out of control, driving into her with ferocity and boldness. He heard the groans turn to moans and the moans turn to screams. He didn't think he could get enough of it.
Once again, however, he was forced to stifle himself and slow down in order to keep himself from peaking over the edge. It had been roughly a year since he had bedded a woman, so the need for release was strong, but he was determined to make this worth Hermione's while. He tugged her upright and whispered, still buried within her, "What gets you off, princess? On top? Bottom? Tell me, and I'll do it."
"I-I…" She gasped for breath. She ran her fingers through her hair, panting. "Let me ride you."
He bit down on his lower lip. Merlin, did she know how erotic she sounded when she said such things? Did she understand how unbelievably hard that made his dick? He didn't think he could be any more rigid, but there she was, proving him wrong. That must be some sort of life goal for her; correcting his assumptions. "Alright." He kissed the side of her neck. "Whatever you want." She shivered against him, and he withdrew himself to find a comfortable spot amongst the pallet of clothes to stretch across. She smiled down at him, and even though the broom closet was barely lit from the blue glow against his wand, he could still see the blush on her cheeks. Playfully, she climbed on top of him, pressing every inch she could to his as she tugged him forward to sit upright, while at the same time slipping herself onto his cock with a wry smirk. "Sweet baby dragons…" Wait. Did he say that aloud?
Hermione laughed. Shit. Yes, he had. "Sweet baby what now?" Gone was the timid Granger from early, and here to stay was that alluring alter ego. Hermione rolled her hips, moving his cock inside her in all the right ways. She was even tighter from this angle. Draco forgot about his humiliating burst of phrase and lost himself in the caress of her warm and wet centre. The next time this happened, he'd have to make sure to brew a contraceptive potion so that he wouldn't have to wear something between them. He wanted to feel her -all of her. He'd only grabbed this condom because he anticipated a slight chance that he'd get this far with her. Now that they were here, he knew that he'd never be able to go back to just 'friendly' with Hermione Granger. He'd court the shit out of her until she either gave in completely or broke his heart. And even then, it would be worth it.
As she started to build a rhythm, slamming her pussy over and over again onto his dick, she began to moan. Draco added to her sensations by tweaking a nipple between his fingers while kissing along the shell of her ear. That's when he heard her say something he never thought possible.
"You like it when I ride your cock, Draco?"
He reached down with his free hand and pinched his leg to keep from coming at the sound of her voice. It was another trick he'd picked up from his discussions with Blaise –'If you're ever in a tight spot and about to cast your spell too soon, a little pain can take the edge off.' Thank fuck for those teenage conversations late at night in the Slytherin dorms.
It was the oddest thing -Draco forgot how to speak. Everything about the book-loving Gryffindor spilling dirty talk into his ear caused a malfunction inside of his brain. At least, he thought to himself, he hadn't forgotten how to breathe. Since words couldn't find their way into his mouth, he nodded in response. Talk about a bout of lameness. What's next? You gonna forget how to walk after this is all done?
"Don't go getting shy on me now," she teased, moving her hips in a seductive circle that made his breath catch. Scratch that. He'd forgotten how to breathe now as well. Air. He needed air!
To force the last of his breath out of his body, he mumbled, "C-Come…" With all of the air now expelled from his body, Draco gained control of his lungs again and inhaled deeply. Too bad that the oxygen wouldn't reach his brain quickly, because all of his blood flow was now being concentrated his throbbing erection deep within her.
The Gryffindor-temptress giggled against the side of his neck while riding him leisurely. "You want me to come, Draco? Is that what you want?"
"V-Very much so…"
"Oh, so proper, even now. -Tell me what you want me to do, Draco. I want to hear you whisper it in my ear."
"I…"
"You want me to come, don't you?"
Oh, that he very much did want her to do, because he knew that his fantastic restraint was wearing thin. He concentrated all of his working brain cells on two things: one; what he wanted her to do, and two; forming those thoughts into coherent words. He scraped his nails down her back to add emphasis to his urgency, earning a groan of pleasure from her. Her back arched, exposing her glorious tits right into his eye line. He trailed his hands around her waist, up her stomach, and then grasped at her breasts to knead them. "I want you to come, Hermione. I want you to bounce up and down on my dick until you can't help but allow that sweet little pussy to come all over my cock. That's what I want from you. I want you to ride me until you're fucking spent, and then I'm going to come inside of you."
"Yes…" She began to rock her hips frantically. "Yes, Draco, like that, don't stop."
Much to Draco's surprise, the words came easily to him. He'd never really done this before -sure, he'd tried it out during their little jaunt the other night, but… this was newly uncharted water for him. "You're soaking wet, Hermione. Do you feel how wet you are? Your cunt is just dripping from me being inside you. Ride my dick. That's it, princess. Ride me until you soak me with your cum…"
"A-Almost…!" Her eyes were shut tight, completely enthralled in the moment.
He reached out and tucked a lock of hair behind her ear, bringing his lips to hers in a sensual manner. He licked along her bottom lip, then finished with the pièce de résistance. "You're so fucking beautiful, Hermione. I'm never going to let anyone," he slapped her ass, "get in the way," a bite to her lower lip, "of what we have. -Come."
"Yes!" Two more glorious thrusts later, Hermione clenched tight around him and gave out another one of those gentle sighs that told him she had achieved her sexual nirvana. She rode it out, and before long Draco began to meet her thrusts with her own, falling into a lust-filled daze as the current of his orgasm washed over him. Coming inside of her felt like a conversion of energy, or better yet a transference of a piece of his soul. He was sure he'd never be whole again without her.
Sweaty, panting, and spent, Draco fell backwards against the hard floor muffled by the fabric of their robes. Tiny dots blinked in his line of vision. Hermione collapsed on top of him, her hair tickling his nose. He smirked up to the ceiling as he listened to her attempt to catch a breath. The cupboard was silent, but it didn't mute the pounding in his ears. Without even thinking about it, he wrapped his arms around her and held her close. The pads of his thumbs rubbed up and down the skin of her back, coaxing her down from her high.
"That… that was… wow," she whispered.
"Was it, now?" His voice was smug, and he chuckled. "Of course it was, Hermione. That's what you get when you find an adequate lover instead of one that's subpar."
She lifted her head up and stared down at him, eyebrows knitted together. "Did you just refer to yourself as a lover?"
"Don't read too much into it," he stuck out his tongue. "I don't have half of the blood I need in my brain to speak like my normal self."
"Oh, I don't know. I like this side of you." She grinned, patting his cheek. "Maybe we should keep you in a post-orgasm daze all the time."
He raised an eyebrow, nodding. "I second that idea."
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