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Four Minutes	By : Nikkilicious Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Draco/Hermione Views: 14289 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Chapter 3

He had to keep his heart rate up and he was doing it the best way he knew how. His lips tore at hers in a bruising kiss. He was still furious and quite determined not to die and this was the only thing that he could think of in the heat of the moment. He�d question it later but for now, he was just going for it. Hermione, despite all of her hate for the man who was holding her tightly against the stone wall, kissed him back. She knew what he was doing, and, though she hated to admit it, it was working. His hands scraped roughly over her cloth covered body and she shivered in response.
But she wouldn�t let him have all the satisfaction. Lapping sensually at his tongue a few times, she eased it into her own mouth before biting down and making him groan in response to the mixture of pain and pleasure. Hermione found she liked that response, so she did it again. He rewarded her with a nice, hard shove into the wall.
His lips found her neck and he tortured her sweetly, his tongue sliding against her warm, sweaty skin. Hermione let her hands roam freely, touching his neck and shoulders and back. She wasn�t sure if the dizzy feeling she was getting was because of him or the gas. Or perhaps it was both. When she really thought about it, both were poison.

02:59

She rubbed the side of her face against his rough, stubbly cheek, enjoying the scratchy feeling against her skin. The prickly sensations on her skin sent darts of desire straight to her abdomen. It turned her on like nothing else, and she repeated it over and over as he suckled her neck and fondled her arse.
Her mouth sought out the lobe of his ear and she nibbled at it gently, feeling him shudder against her body. Two more licks and she bit down, hard enough to draw blood. Draco thrust his pelvis against hers and yelped something into her neck before spinning them around and throwing her onto the old desk that was there. Hermione moaned appreciatively, swallowing the copper tasting liquid in her mouth.
She knew she�d be punished for what she did and the idea made her body ache with arousal. His hand came down so fast that her butt cheeks stung from the impact. Once. Twice. Three times he spanked her, hitting her arse and thighs. The bristly sensation that remained was oddly satisfying to her and she dug her nails into his shoulders, reveling in it all. She struggled to breathe properly as he manhandled her but she was certain that it wasn�t a bad thing.

02:31

They met again in a fiery kiss as Draco tore open her already ratty shirt. He massaged her breasts, kneading them over her bra. They seemed to be to his liking because she heard his breath catch in his throat at the contact. Her nipples pebbled into tight little buds, screaming for the same rough attentions the rest of her body was receiving and he happily obliged them by giving them each a little pinch.
Her legs were wrapped around him, heels digging into the back of his thighs. She tightened her hold, trying to pull him closer. Draco�s hot, thick erection pressed against her mound, making them both sigh in pleasure. The friction between there bodies was electric and hot, and their clothes were becoming too much. The air was stifling as they tried to drag in deep breaths.
Hermione�s fingers found their way under his shirt and she caressed the taut skin of his abdomen. It was all the signal he needed to detach himself briefly from her body and swipe it off before ducking back down and kissing her again. His hands found the straps of her bra and he tugged them down, not even bothering to unclasp it. When her breasts were revealed to him, he wasted no time before attaching his mouth to them, giving them equal attention as he went back and forth, sucking and licking and bruising and teasing. Hermione arched like a cat up into him, begging for more.

01:57

Draco�s body was tense and his head was spinning. If he�d been asked which was way up, he wouldn�t have had a clue. He had no idea how many minutes had past but he did know that he�d successfully increased his heart rate. The taste of her milky skin on his tongue sent his blood pumping swiftly throughout his body. He could feel her grinding against him unconsciously as she tried to seek relief in the one place she needed it. It was the one place he needed it, as well.
His mouth reluctantly left her breasts and he kissed his way down her stomach, loving the feel of her shaking in anticipation under him. He pried her legs from his waist and spread them apart before reaching up and pulling off her pants, shoes going with them.
Hermione tried to reach for him, craving the feel of his bare skin against hers, but he wasn�t having it. He stared at the delicious sight presented to him only a short moment before diving right in again.
His tongue traced her mound over her cotton, white knickers. Her scream echoed off the stone walls and it was the best sound he�d ever heard. He wanted to it to fill his ears over and over and with two more swipes of his tongue, she did not disappoint. Shoving her underwear to the side, he licked heartily at her hot moistness.
Her musky scent drove him insane as he drowned in her sweetness. He lapped at her nub, circling it with the flat of his tongue, pressing down and sending an overload of sensations through her.

01:03

Chills rocked Hermione�s body, but they weren�t from the cold. Quite the opposite, she knew, as her body begged and pleaded and built up to the inevitable. Draco�s tongue danced against her center, filling her body with the most intense delight she�d ever remembered experiencing.
She was soaring. And then, suddenly, it stopped.
Draco lifted his head and smacked his lips together, grinning widely at her. Even in moments of passion, he couldn�t help but show his smugness. He�d rub this entire ordeal in her face later. If there was a later. That reminded her�
She grabbed the sides of his face and pulled him down, mashing her lips to his own. She tasted herself and him and when mixed together, it was incredible.

00:29

Her fingers nimbly undid his pants but before she could pull them down, he grabbed her and pushed her away from him, her back sliding forcefully against the wooden desk. Her first thought was that time was up. And when she felt sharp pangs of disappointment, she wanted to be sick.
But then his hands were on her hips, reminding her that it was far from over. Draco flipped her over onto her stomach like it was nothing, and to him, it wasn�t. His erection was painfully confined in his pants and he wasn�t going to hold back any longer. He wanted her and all his life he�d gotten the things he wanted. She wasn�t an exception so he�d take her, too.

00:00

Her underwear were off before she knew it. She waited tensely for him to enter her but it didn�t happen right away. Instead, his weight settled on her back, pressing her into the hard desk, squishing her breasts and stomach. His hands stroked her skin, from her hips, up her sides, and down again. He was between her legs and she could feel his hardness pressing against her. Her wet labia was spread and ready for him as he slid his erection up and down through the slot. He was teasing her, she realized.
That bastard.
Groaning, she reached back over her shoulder and grabbed that pretty hair on his pretty head, and tugged. He hissed and slammed his hips against her backside, pushing the table forward from the force. But he still didn�t enter her. So she pulled again. Reaching up, he dug his fingers into hers and made her let go. She was going to complain, argue, anything to make him give her what she wanted. But she didn�t have to do a thing.
With one easy movement, he had slipped inside of her. She couldn�t breathe and she wasn�t sure she wanted to. The feeling was indescribable as he began thrusting, in and out, in and out.
Time was long up and they both knew it. But they didn�t stop.
Never stop, they thought.
He pushed and pulled at her, pinching and rubbing her skin raw as he thrust. It was tantalizing and she wanted more. Hermione�s arms stretched out to her sides as she grabbed the edge of the desk and dug her nails into the dark wood.
Draco pounded into her harder and harder from behind. The desk was creaking and the air was stuffy and he stared down at the naked woman spread before him. Slam after slam, he pressed his body into hers, relishing in the feel of the softness surrounding him.
Nothing was still. In the chaotic moments of fervor, the world shifted and buzzed and faded from view as reality escaped and euphoria replaced it. The sounds of erratic breathing and slapping skin dulled as the feelings exploded within.
Hermione�s muscles clenched tightly and with only a few more thrusts, she was gone, riding her climax as fast as it would take her.
Draco held his breath when he felt her hot walls close in around him. He dragged his hands across her skin and let them rest on her arse cheeks as he gave all he could give. He watched her skin giggle under his attentions, watched her flesh turn pink from his lovely abuse. Moments later, he followed her, jerking slightly at his release.
She felt his body next to hers as he lay down on the side of the desk. They stayed silent as they tried to catch their breath. They weren�t dead. That was her first thought when she�d come to her senses once more.
They weren�t dead and that was good.
Hermione stayed flipped over on the desk, letting her heart steady, and feeling his leg brush hers as it dangled over the edge. She didn�t know what to do. She didn�t have to, either.
�If I was a Death Eater, would I have done that? Would I have saved you, Mudblood?�
Because he didn�t have to, and she knew that. Sharing the antidote was completely his choice. He simply could have just taken it himself and then raped her or something. But he didn�t.
Her head was turned away from him but she listened as he got up and straightened his clothing. It took her a few seconds to build up her courage and stand as well. They never looked at each other as they dressed.
She didn�t want to believe that he wasn�t Death Eater scum. She didn�t want to enjoy what had just happened. And she certainly didn�t want to apologize for judging him like she had. Hermione Granger hated Draco Malfoy. That was just how it was. But even if she didn�t want to do any of those things� she did anyway.
�Sorry.�
It wasn�t much and it definitely wasn�t the best she could do but Hermione was proud and it was all she was willing to give. Whether it was enough or not, she supposed she�d never know.
�The door.� He said, motioning towards it. It was still locked, with them sealed inside.
They stared at it for what felt like years, neither having any bright ideas and both obviously missing wands. But just when Hermione felt the familiar tingles of panic form in her veins, loud banging shook the stone walls.
They stared at each other uncertainly for a moment before their gazes landed on the door.
Bang.
Bang.
Bang!
The hinges broke and the door fell to the ground, sending up heaps of dust and dander into the air.
When it cleared, Harry stood on the other side, dirty and dark, and he stared at them.
Without a word, they walked out.
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