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Mudblood Fever and Lingerie	By : Tnteacups Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Draco/Hermione Views: 36612 -:- Recommendations : 2 -:- Currently Reading : 4
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Decisions/Doubts

Draco lay in bed, thinking about what he’d done. Again. She’d gone from great to amazing, taking everything he had, playing along with him as he had her beg him to spank her, over and over again. She’d lasted longer than Pansy, or anyone else he’d been with, as he pushed orgasm after orgasm on her, wracking her body with pleasure, and she, in turn, gave him as much pleasure as he could take before he couldn’t get hard anymore.
“Maybe next time I’ll go slower, make it last as long as possible…” He mused, thinking of how hard and fast he’d taken her, repeatedly. He felt a bit sore from it, his abs aching, his legs weak, and his sac feeling drained and empty.
He’d taught Hermione the spell he used to clean himself up, noticing how he leaked out of her, dripping down her thighs. It’d been the reason he’d taken her a third time, seeing her bent over the desk, cum leaking down her legs, her face begging for more.
“Next time?” He wondered, seeming to already know that there would be a next time. When had he made that decision? Sometime between hugging her and seeing her glowing face, trying to explain her absence to her friends over dinner.
“How did they not see it, written all over her face? She couldn’t walk, sit, or stand comfortably; every movement had to remind her of what we’d done.” He brooded, thinking of how happy she’d looked, even though she had to have been as sore as him. He had to have her again, as soon as he could. He wanted to drag her over to him, and keep her next to him while he recuperated, being able to smell her shampoo, feel her thick hair, soft skin on his, see her flashing that playfully reproachful look that she’d tried to intimidate him with. He’d seen the humor in her eyes, felt the smile she pressed into his chest, trying to hide that she’d thought his joke was funny. He felt resolved to make her laugh at something stupid, to break her image of the mature spoilsport she seemed to enjoy.
He had no doubt that she’d be willing to shag him again, but was more worried about how she would act in class. Were they going to keep pretending nothing had happened? He didn’t think he could risk teasing her in front of the class anymore, in case she took it seriously and didn’t give him a second chance. She’d given him more than anyone else had, and he wasn’t about to jeopardize that just to make some stupid joke.
‘There’s nothing wrong with you, Malfoy.’ She’d said, telling him what he had needed to hear. He’d been so worried about how others would react, it hadn’t even occurred to him that they might be the ones who were wrong. He wasn’t messed up for enjoying a mudblood: they were wrong for thinking it mattered. She was just as powerful as any pureblood, and more intelligent than half the ones he hung around with. He couldn’t honestly believe anymore that she was worth less than Crabbe or Goyle or even that Weasley slob. She was the only person in their year who had better marks in all of their classes than Draco did.
He rolled over, wondering if he’d ever be brave enough to actually be friends with her, or have the daring to stop his Slytherin friends from teasing her? He wasn’t sure if he had the guts to, but he liked to imagine that he would try.

Hermione walked into the great hall with Ginny the next morning and instantly looked to the Slytherin table.
“He’s looking.” Ginny had looked, too, watching his eyes raise from his conversation to find them, and his lips tilted in the tiniest of smirks, before he went back to chatting with his goons, Crabbe and Goyle.
“He sort of smiled.” The redhead noted, exchanging looks with Hermione.
“He’s probably worried someone will notice if he’s too obvious.” Hermione brushed it off, her heart pounding, even at the small smirk. He at least wasn’t pretending she didn’t exist or that it hadn’t happened.
The two girls sat down and helped themselves to toast and eggs, waiting for the two boys to join them. Hermione tried not to glance at the Slytherin table too often, but found herself looking more than a few times to see him engaged in conversation, for the first time all week. Was it because of last night? She pulled a book out, and diverted her attention from him, quickly becoming engrossed and losing track of even her food.

Draco glanced up from his conversation with Goyle to look at the book covering Hermione’s face. Was she hiding from him? She’d looked at him when she entered, but hadn’t returned his smile, preferring to talk to her Weasley friend. Had she decided to disregard him, then? He didn’t believe that was the case. Maybe she was worried her friend would notice. He grinned and carefully pulled his wand from his robe, returning to his conversation, and hid it under the table. He pointed it toward her book and put into practice the non-verbal spellcasting they had been learning in Defense Against the Dark Arts. He envisioned what he wanted to do and waved his wand, cautious that nothing but the table was between them. Her eyes peeked up over her book, her eyebrows furrowed with curiosity.
He looked away, licking his lips and fixing his smirk in place.

Hermione’s eyes stuttered over the neat writing that was quickly scrawling itself inside her book.
‘Look at me, Granger.’
She almost choked, looking over her book and pulling her own wand out. Draco’s eyes met hers for only an instant, but the way his tongue ran across his lips reminded her of every time he’d touched her. She turned to Ginny, her wand raised, ready to erase it quickly if anyone else looked.
“Ginny, look.” She hissed, hiding her smile behind her book. Ginny gazed over and read the writing that overlapped the page number on the bottom of the page.
“That him?” She asked, glancing around and seeing Malfoy looking all too innocent, talking to Goyle.
“He licked his lips at me!” Hermione whispered, feeling still-aching parts of hers throb at the memories. She waved her wand, muttering a counter-spell to erase the words on her library book.
“Send him one back!” Ginny encouraged, Hermione’s giddiness contagious. Hermione looked over again, and realized she couldn’t.
“He hasn’t got any paper to write on!” She murmured. She and Ginny peeked up from the book to Malfoy, who was paying them no attention. He had lost his teasing smirk and appeared upset.
“Talking to a blockhead like Goyle must be hard.” Ginny thought aloud, making both girls catch gazes and giggle.

“You keep looking at her.” Goyle’s words penetrated his mind, sinking in slowly.
“Keep looking at who?” Draco inquired, darting his eyes around as if the least bit uncertain whom Gregory was talking about.
“Granger.” Goyle retorted, his voice too loud.
“Goyle,” Draco’s expression dropped, his voice low and menacing. “I am not looking at Granger.”
“You were saying her name in your sleep again,” Goyle persisted, but his voice had lowered, matching Draco’s in volume. “What’s going on, Draco.”
“Forget about it, Goyle.” Draco told him in an undertone, wondering why he had had to pick this particular topic to be perceptive about.
“What’re you two whispering about?” Crabbe was suddenly interested, and as Goyle faced him, his mouth open to speak, Draco pointed his still-hidden wand at the large boy.
“Nothing,” Draco answered as Goyle’s open mouth remained silent. “Just chatting.” Crabbe looked away, once again more interested in the sausage and bacon than in the conversation.
“Muffliato.” Draco murmured before releasing Goyle from his spell, dulling their conversation to those around them.
“Why’d you do that?” The robust boy asked, touching his mouth and scowling.
“Goyle, do not tell anyone about this,” Draco warned, “Not even your own mother. If you tell anyone about the names or the looking, I swear I will curse you. It is none of your business, so forget about it.”
“Okay, Draco,” Goyle’s anger had faded into disappointment, “I was just wondering.” he added, as though to appease his blond leader.
“Stop wondering.” Draco snarled and looked away, careful not to look toward a certain other table.
A/N: Dripping_Poison: Thank you so much! Unfortunately I can't take requests for the upcoming chapters, since I've already got them written, and am just uploading them one a day. There's definitely more sexytimes coming up, so I hope you enjoy!~
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