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Bittersweet	By : valkyrie136 Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Draco/Hermione Views: 32796 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 2
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Three Hours Earlier
Hermione fully intended to investigate Ron’s odd behavior, but the moment she tried to he immediately distracted her with delicious kisses.
Before she could even get a word in, he had her on her back.
‘RON!’ she giggled, her face bright red.
He put his hand over her mouth, and she felt a shiver go up her spine.
When she was still, he brought a finger to his lips, signaling silence.
What has come over you?
But she was silent, and watched with delight as his fingers slid under her knickers.
There was a devilish gleam in his eyes as he pushed her panties aside.
She couldn’t help it. She arched her body upwards, seeking out those fingers wanting, no, needing them inside of her. She felt wanton, brazen, and not for the first time, deliciously naughty.
She was thinking of doing nasty, bad things. Things that, should anybody know, would greatly altar their perception of Hermione Granger. And in spite of it all, she couldn’t help but embrace these feelings as unequivocally natural. This was Hermione Granger.
Wet, wild, and completely turned on. She wanted him.
Ron seemed to read her mind, and instead of giving her what she wanted, he felt it necessary to torture her.
He pulled his pants down, along with his briefs, and exposed nearly eight inches of hard, erect cock.
She whimpered.
He grasped it at the base, and began to slowly work it himself, masturbating in front of her.
With the fingers of his free hand—which had only moments before been pumping fingers in and out of her pussy—he slid the digits into his mouth and sucked, licking her juices off.
‘You’re so wet,’ He huskily said.
She moaned, too turned on to be shocked by his words. If she were more clear headed, she would realize that Ron never spoke dirty to her…
But all rationale had gone out the window. She couldn’t think, she couldn’t analyze, she could only feel. And what she felt was like liquid fire, running through her body, making her out of her mind with a violent restless need.
She wanted to get up and forcibly jerk him down onto her, but he was far faster.
Lightning fast, he took hold of her hips, using just one hand, and pinned her down. She marveled at his strength, taking a primitive delight in his ability to overpower her.
But instead of giving her what she needed, he persisted in teasing her.
Still pumping his dick with his hand, he moved closer so that the head of his penis was poised at her entrance. And then he began to rub the head against her, exerting enough pressure but not nearly enough to give true satisfaction, and began to rub it up and down against the slit.
He made a point to circle her clit with the head, releasing a sharp hiss of pleasure himself as he held himself still.
Hermione was struggling to escape his hold, pumping her hips upwards as if that would somehow make him enter her.
‘Do you want me?’ He demanded.
‘Yes!’ She cried, feeling as if she would go mad. She was so, so close..
He casually slipped the head of his cock in, heightening her need.
She glared at him. This wasn’t fun, this was absolute hell—
‘What do you want Hermione?’ He lightly said, cruelly pulling out only to enter the tip, just the tip, in.
He did this idly, watching with undisguised delight the myriad expressions of frustration and anger wash across her face.
‘I want you, please—‘
‘You have to be more specific,’ he demanded.
She dug her nails into the arm pinning her, hoping she broke the skin, ‘I want you to fuck me.’
She hoped that would be enough, but no, he was going to make her say it, no matter how embarrassing—
‘With what, my love?’
She collapsed, releasing a sob, ‘With your cock. Please, fuck me—‘
He released his cock and placed both hands on her shoulders, and leaned so close that his lips were almost touching hers.
‘Tell me that you love me.’
‘I love you!’ She brought her hands to his face, touching him gently, ‘I love you more than anything, I—‘
He slammed his lips down on hers, kissing her brutally, in a way that she had never been kissed before, because her lips were sure to be bruised later—
And he pivoted his hips before slamming his cock into her, balls deep.
Her entire body arched at the shock of being filled with something so big, so quickly. But her body was open, ready—it was deliciously satisfying.
She wrapped her legs around him, and released short, sharp whispered cries as he began to pump in and out, fucking her hard and fast.
She couldn’t think, as wave after wave of pleasure washed over her. She was so close, so close, she could almost taste it and then suddenly—
Heaven.
Her body began to spasm as her senses became overwhelmed and her orgasm washed over her.
It was another minute before he came, and she was moaning, in pleasure, in pain because her nerves were fried and the continued pressure—where his pelvis met her clitoris—was too much to bear it was almost painful.
He buried his face in her neck as he came, filling her womb with hot cum. Her toes curled, and she wrapped her arms around him, running her fingers through his hair. She delighted in the feeling. It made her feel feminine, wanted, and loved.
For several moments neither moved, but gradually reality came back. And so did the practical Hermione.
She tried to sit up but he would not release her.
‘I have to go to the library to finish up a paper, Ron and then I have to get to potions. So come on,’
He didn’t budge, and she laughed, ‘I promise to meet up with you later, after dinner. Come on.’
He squeezed her breast but reluctantly let her go. ‘Could you call me something else. I’m kind of tired of ‘Ron’.’
She laughed, ‘Really? And what should I call you? ‘
He looked thoughtful, ‘How about ‘Pure Blood Master.’
Her smile disappeared, and she reeled back, as if slapped.
She immediately forgot the happiness of a few moments ago.
Ron burst out laughing, ‘It was a joke, a joke!”
She shoved him away and began to angrily put on her clothes. ‘Well your jokes suck.’
She pulled her clothes on angrily stormed from the room.
The door slammed shut.
And Ron Weasley lay on the bed, barely covered by the sheet.
And slowly his face changed.
If Hermione had been there she would have fallen over in shock.
Because the face of Ron Weasley was no longer Ron Weasley.
It was Draco Malfoy.
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Hey readers, I am being kind of greedy...but can I please have reviews/feedback?? I am struggling with moving this story forward. I want to write other things, but refuse to move on. I hate to not finish stories, and I promised magi I would finally finish it after a long hiatus. Don't want to let him/her down! But I feel as if I am banging my head against the wall and struggling with how to move this forward. Thoughts? Feelings?? I am all ears!
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