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Curse of a Kiss	By : Eloise Downbadde & Eloise Downbadde Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Draco/Hermione Views: 4933 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: These characters aren't mine and I'm not getting anything from writing these. It's just fun to imagine a different world from JK and WBs well made characters.

Chapter List
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Chapter 4
The Hogsmeade Bridge

Hermione was waiting at the entrance of Hogsmeade for Draco. She shifted from one foot to the other, the morning chill whipping around her in the open air and the sun just now fully over the horizon. He was running late. She sighed and leaned into the railing of the bridge, crossing her arms.
She still woke up thinking the entire events of this month were a dream. That someone like Draco Malfoy, who had taunted and tormented her for years, was suddenly completely obsessed with her made no sense. And to think someone might have intentionally gave him something to make him desperate for her, well, it felt like a cruel trick.
Of course she was flattered. He is a handsome prat but still a horrible handsome prat. Although, he had shown her an unguarded side of himself in the past few weeks. Not the usual cold and tough Malfoy but a gentle and caring Draco. He refused to call her anything but 'Granger' which irked her. You would think, being as intimate as they had been, arms around each other and a goodbye kiss, that he would see her in a new way like she saw him. When she thought of him, he was Draco but she was trapped in the habit of her and her friends calling him Malfoy. Harry and his vendetta against him became more and more frustrating as she tried to reason with him. Her evenings in the library 'studying' with Malfoy nearby was constantly an argument.
There was no way she could explain how she knew him better now. How she sees the man behind the sneer and who he had to be to the public and how he cared for things that mattered. She understood now why other girls at school were giggling about him. They had spent 3 more evenings studying together, trying to narrow down the potions and the culprit. At first, he was playful and charming like their first meeting; Both of them expecting his 'cravings' to dissipate as time moved on, like all love potions did.
When things seemed to get worse, despite small snogs and contact with her to ease his pain, his attitude started to return. The Malfoy she knew would poke through the surface, indifference and back handed snarks slipped into his speech. And her frustration with having no answers made her snap more often than not. Their stress levels were high trying to complete their exams already, adding on the pressing matter of Malfoy's curse had them both wound tight. The potion Hermione would make for him was the only help they had but her supply would be tapped out after today's dose. He offered to buy more ingredients so she could make more today. It was the least he could do.
They had found out that, despite her not being the one who was cursed, she also needed to take the potion. Being close to him, hearing the deep rumble of his voice and his strong, musky scent made things stir inside her. It was progressively getting more and more intense to the point where, if he was anywhere near her, she would find herself lost in daydreams and fantasies. She wasn't fighting the urge to grab him like he was but it was giving her intrusive thoughts that left her flushed and flustered.
It was smarter to have them both take the potion but that was rapidly depleting her stock of it and the longevity was rapidly declining as well. She needed to narrow down what this was to make it easier for them both. She couldn't handle much more of their slow and careful kisses and innocent touches when the potion wore off, trying to keep the beast within tamed and complacent. Despite knowing this was all an effect of being drugged, her feelings were getting jumbled up in all the attention. And he seemed to be enjoying having his hands tied together more and more and she worries she gave him a new fantasy.
She closed her eyes for a moment, thinking of him, tied and begging for her. She imagines his hips bucking up in desperation. She sees his lips part and imagines he makes a low groan. She felt warm blush creeping up her neck and her eyes flew open, embarrassed. Who imagines someone like that? She snapped her head to the path and saw him a few meters away. 'Well, that explains the vision.' she thought and rummaged through her bag for the small purple vials.
In trying to be secretive with this whole situation, she nodded at him and moved across the bridge and down the alley behind the shops for their greeting. She regularly let him embrace her before they take their dose. A simple hug as a calming sample for him typically saved her from having to smack him away. His possessive drive from the drug seems to feel calmer after a short embrace as opposed to taking her repellant potion before they met.
"Granger," he says smoothly as he approaches her. She had leaned against the back wall of the quidditch shop, waiting for him to catch up, smiling at him and his intense look. He felt his heart jump into his throat. The ever present pull to the witch was always more intense in her presence. He worked very hard to remember the only reason he felt this way was because someone slipped him a potion, this was still annoying, bratty, know-it-all Granger.
"Draco." she straightened and braced herself. He slid his arms around her shoulders and pulled her body to his, holding her tight to him. He took a few deep breaths from the top of her head, the growl in his head from the moment he laid eyes on her relaxed a bit. He still felt the sharp tug to take more from her. Take what he wants, pin her to the wall, ravish her until she forgets her name but he fought it tooth and nail. She noticed his hands sliding up to tangle into her hair, holding the base of her head and turning her face up to meet his eyes.
He made a dangerously arousing humming sound as he gazed into her eyes, images of her flashing through his mind. She felt tingling all over her body and her eyes slid close as he pushed his lips to her. This wasn't their regular greeting, more similar to their farewell but she was weak. Her stupid heart pumping excitedly with this stunning boy absorbing her, kissing her so deeply it stole her breath.
"Give me the vial, please." he finally pulled away and whispered against her lips. His whole body was vibrating, pulling him deeper into his lust for the bushy haired witch. He used every ounce of will power to let her go and remember how to breathe like a normal person. She struggled to open her eyes and brought her vial up to her lips, draining it in one go and stepping back from him. She handed him the other one.
"You shouldn't do that." She breathed, her heart finally slowing back to its normal pace. He gave her a trademark Malfoy smirk.
"Felt a little too strong this time, hm?" He felt he would brush his thumb against her lower lip but fought the urge and drank his potion. As always, he had to reach over and touch her arm, feeling the painful burning to confirm it was working.
"It's not smart." She redirected her gaze to stop herself from wanting to lean into him, sod the shocking feeling that would come with it. She cleared her throat, "So, let's get some ingredients and we can ask if anyone has purchased Woodworm lately. Since that's the most expensive and difficult to purchase, we might be able to trace that back to someone."
"Sounds clever. You're quite brilliant, Granger." He shoved his hands into his pockets and started his cocky saunter out of the back alley, feeling more alert with the knowledge that touching her meant pain and he could focus on solving this mystery. She trailed behind him, thankful for the early morning emptiness of the village. The hardest part of this was trying to pretend it wasn't actually happening. She would be lying if she said that the sneaking around empty rooms and corridors wasn't giving her a certain excitement but it wasn't real. She was starting to come to terms with that.
"Tell me something I don't know." She gave a small smile when he glanced over his shoulder at her. He stopped at the door of the first apothecary, his hand on the handle.
"Okay, hmm." He had a face that said he was thinking hard. "I really despise Valentine's Day." He pulled the door open and motioned for her to enter. She stifled a laugh at his new fact and that he just held a door open for her, like he was a gentleman.
"Not surprising. Most men loathe it."
"Ahh, but you didn't know I did. And now you do." He almost smiled at her, morphing it into a smirk at the last second. She pretended not to notice and went straight to the counter. She dug a list out of her pocket and handed it over to the cashier.
"Hello!" He was a young man, possibly the new apprentice of the apothecary and had very bright eyes. He peeked over his glasses at her when she immediately launched into inquisitor mode.
"Hiya! We need to replenish those stocks and we also want to know if you've sold any woodworm the past two months. Infused is more likely but any at all would be helpful." She paused for a second and then added. "Or a lot of peppermint. They'd have to use that too."
She looked back at Draco who was absentmindedly browsing the shelves of the more generic ingredients and books on herbology and gardening. When he felt her eyes on him, he turned and met the workers' eyes. There was suddenly a cold chill in the room. The young man at the counter took in a sharp breath. "Mister Malfoy. Good to see you."
His tone said that it was not good to see him and Hermione wondered what on earth he could've done to the guy to make him nervous. "Jeffords." Draco said curtly, coming up to the counter next to her. She noticed he wrapped an arm around her waist for a moment and then quickly removed it when the worker turned his back.
'Did he just suffer through the potion burn to show he was with me?' Hermione thought, trying to catch his eye and understand what he was thinking. The man gathered the specialized and expensive ingredients that were kept behind the counter and turned back to them, avoiding meeting the other mans eyes.
"Here- here are the items on the list. The rest are on the floor, you can gather yourselves. Give me a few minutes to get the purchase book from upstairs, I'll give you an answer." He flashed a smile at Hermione and she felt Draco tense next to her.
When he was out of sight she grabbed Draco's sleeve and jerked on him to look at her. "What's your problem with this guy?" She hissed, keeping her voice low.
"Nothing. I knew him when he was at Hogwarts. He graduated, maybe, 4 years ago."
"And?"
She knows he's hiding things. It isn't hard to figure out when someone has an issue with a Malfoy. She's far too familiar with being one of those people. Draco sighed loudly, dramatically. "He caught me and Daphne after curfew. I got detention, Daphne got a new shitty boyfriend."
"So? She dated him?"
"He was awful to her. I had to get the message across that she was done with him. 'No' wasn't a word he was familiar with." Draco pushed his knuckles into one hand and then the other, making them crack to get the message across.
"Ahh, I see." She covered her mouth with her hand and turned to the side, hiding her surprise that such a pleasant guy could be that type of terrible to another woman. Her stomach twisted with the realization Draco literally suffered the pain of touching her to let this stranger know she was with him. Unavailable. Untouchable. She felt flattered and a little scared.
When she had composed herself, she gathered the last of the items around the store. Not realizing she was holding too many things until Draco held a small basket under her bundled arms. She graciously dropped it all and took the basket with a thank you right when Jeffords came back down the stairs.

Draco dropped a handful of coins on the counter, paying for all the ingredients and motioned toward the basket, purchasing it as well. "Well, we sold a sizable order of infused woodworm to the school in November. It says here for the potions stockroom."
Hermione questioned. "Professor Snape?"
Jeffords responded, "No name. Just says Potions restock. I do remember a student came to pick it up. Skinny girl, short hair, she was all bundled up. I remember her because Owen, the owner, said she was as cold as the weather."
"Pansy," Draco scowled under his breath. "Thank you, Jeffords. For the information." He slid two galleons across the counter toward him and gathered the specially wrapped ingredients Jeffords had wrapped from the counter. He motioned for her to go to the door and let his hand hover at her lower back.
"Thank you so much! Have a good day!" Hermione shot a small smile at him over her shoulder and Draco gritted his teeth. "I never expected you to be possessive, Malfoy." She teased once they were on the high street.
"I'm not." He said through clenched teeth. There was a moment of quiet where he took the basket and shrank it down to size, tucking it into his robe pocket. Suddenly, in the span of a sneeze, he spun his body in her direction and shoved her down an alley between two tall shops. There was hardly any room and he blocked her in, hiding her from view.
"What are you-"
He hushed her. His eyes staring past her head, arms on each side of the wall, he looked imposing and irritated. "Shh! Your boyfriends are behind us." He glanced over his shoulder and watched them walk past, not even breathing in their direction, most likely heading for breakfast at the Three Broomsticks.
She told him about their standing brunch date with Ginny and let out a groan of frustration, she didn't catch his eyes darkening at her sound. "Thank you. I'll skip brunch but I can go to the advanced apothecary shop by myself. I've got a few questions for the potioneer."
Draco gave her a lazy smile, "We know how you are once you get going. Meet me under the bridge when you're done?"
"You're enjoying this slithering around in secret far too much."
He crossed his arms and leaned close to her to speak softly in her ear. "I know you like it too, Granger."
She wanted to shove him but stopped herself. He took a few steps back until he was out of the alley and strode off towards the quidditch shop. Hermione poked her head out, saw no one familiar and slipped the other direction to her next destination.
The bell rang when she entered and she had to wait a few moments for the potioneer to finish helping another customer.
"Morning, love! What can I do for you?" The elderly woman smiled wide at her and it instantly made her feel warm and comfortable. She checked the previous customer had left before she started her list of questions.
"Good morning! Have you sold any love or lust potions in the past two months? And would you have the record of the names of those purchases? And have you heard of a potion with similar effects but lasting over 3 weeks? Maybe some sort of euphoria and passion potion mixed together? We are quite desperately trying to figure this out and if it wasn't a type of love potion, have you heard of a curse that might have similar reactions?" She was out of breath when the woman held her hands up.
"Woah, woah, love. Take a breath. Calm down. Let's start with number one." Her smile faltered and her eyes looked worried now. "I do keep records of those types of potions but I don't think I've sold any since last March. I'll go take a look in a moment."
She came around the counter and stood in front of Hermione, putting a hand on her shoulder, giving her sweet motherly energy to the young witch. "I've not heard of one of those lasting more than one week, at the longest. I do have the Never Love potion that will negate the effects of the Ever Love potion. They last 24 hours at a time and dull any amorous feelings or arousal the drinker may have, would that be something you could use?"
"Oh! Maybe? I've not heard of Ever Love?"
"That's the love potion that would last one whole week. That makes the Never Love a little more expensive because you need one for each day it's in effect."
Hermione rolled her eyes, "Sounds about right. What a pain. Can I purchase one? I'd like to see if it works before I buy any extra. We don't know what he took but he can't help himself anymore and it's been weeks. It's making class quite difficult." She blushed a little bit. The older woman picked up her hands in hers and gave them a squeeze.
"Love, sometimes young men say things that aren't entirely truthful to-"
"Oh no!" Hermione cut her off, laughing. "He has definitely been dosed. He used to be absolutely vile and rude to me. This isn't a sleazy boyfriend situation. I promise." She returned her warm smile and removed her hands from her gentle grip.
She gave her a disbelieving look but moved about the store, whispering under her breath as she scanned her shelves. Hermione felt a wave of sadness. To think, someone would be so desperate for another to love them back they would resort to drugging them, it was heartbreaking and nauseating simultaneously. The creation of this awful potion was fairly upsetting on its own, clearly invented by desperate men and women to force someone's hand.
"Here you are! Never Love!" She handed a bottle shaped like a melted heart to Hermione. "And this is the Ever Love. I thought you might want to read the warnings on the bottle."
Hermione scanned the pulsing purple heart bottle. The length wasn't supposed to exceed one week. Dizzy spells and dehydration along with nighttime emissions were the most common side effects. She blushed and stuffed down the image that conjured. She noticed that this potion didn't require a sample of the target to link the desire to someone, rather using the first kiss to trigger the reaction.
She also made a note that attempted 'contact' with anyone but the object of affections would be ineffective. She snorted a laugh, if Pansy had done this and screwed it up this badly, she would be furious that only Hermione could get her boyfriend aroused.
"Is it possible to adapt this potion when you make it yourself? Maybe adding more of something to increase the time frame?"
The old witch shut her eyes and tapped her finger to her chin, her eyes swiveling behind her eyelids, remembering the ingredients from the top of her head. "I suppose, Concentrate of Peppermint could very well extend the length but I've never tested it myself. He could be getting more of it regularly."
"What if you used infused woodworm instead of regular woodworm?"
Her face looked surprised suddenly. "That might account for the longevity if it's deeply infused."
Hermione nodded, feeling so much closer to solving this mystery. She exchanged some pleasantries and once again, confirmed she wasn't dealing with a pushy, lying boyfriend, and left the store one potion heavier.
She was about to slip between the shops and down the stairs toward the bridge when she heard her name.
"Oh, Ron. Harry. You both are quite early today!" She beamed at the boys, feeling a burden of guilt that she'd been hiding such a secret from them. She was a little annoyed they hadn't been to breakfast yet and she was stuck going along with them.
They looped her arms in theirs and practically dragged her up to the Three Broomsticks, playfully teasing her about looking at people instead of pages for a change. She glanced behind them, worried about leaving Malfoy waiting but she saw him. He stepped out of the quidditch store and met her eyes. He snickered at her panicked face and gave her an acknowledging nod and small wave. Shooing her into the pub, he would wait. He could have patience.
The three friends sat at a tall table at the Three Broomsticks, their favorite pub, for their Sunday Brunch. Ginny joined them shortly and Hermione fell into the comfort she felt around her best friends. Having forgotten how to talk to someone who wasn't actively trying to kiss or touch her, didn't say everything with sarcasm or cut her to pieces with deep piercing eyes, she finally relaxed. She missed this.
Hermione ordered a quick meal, bacon, eggs and toast, which came out quickly along with Ginny's grapefruit and potato hash. The boys, as always, went for the steak and eggs breakfast and she skipped the lecture on eating better.

She froze momentarily when Ron put his hand on her knee as they laughed at a little joke. He flashed her the big grin she loved so much, sending a wink her way, something she knew was him asking if she was okay with the movement. She replied with another smile back, she missed him too. Things were going so well until all this mess started.
"You did well on your exams, then?" Ginny asked the group.
Hermione laughed as Harry spluttered a bit when Ginny put her hand on his shoulder. They clearly hadn't told Ron they were together. "I did alright. Ron did well too, didn't you?"
Ron mumbled into his orange juice, "Yeah. I passed."
The group laughed and toasted to passing. Ginny excused herself to the restroom and Harry slid off his stool to go get his and Ron's plates, leaving her with her almost boyfriend. She dug into her plate and had a mouthful of egg when he spoke.
"Hermione," he slid his hand further up her thigh, in a zone she was mildly uncomfortable with, "Exams are over." She choked on her food and had to wash it down before she could reply. She had given their relationship a pause for the sake of her studying for exams. She felt guilty but of course, she would feel worse if she was committed to Ron but snogging Malfoy in secret to help him through this wretched curse.
"They- They are."
"I'm more than ready if you are." His eyes softened, his smile faltering as she stammered and looked back at her plate.
"Erm..but I'm-. I just- need-"
"I can't tell which is rare and which is medium." Harry interrupted them, placing the plates onto the table between him and Ron. Hermione swore she could kiss him. Ginny returned and she pushed Ron's hand off her thigh, feeling the need to escape before the three ganged up with questions on why they weren't officially dating yet.
"Lovely brunch but I must dash! I just remembered there's a new book I'm dying to get my hands on!" She swung her bag over her shoulder and gave Ron and Harry a peck on the cheek and Ginny a squeezing hug followed by a dramatic sloppy kiss on her cheek before dashing out with her tail between her legs. She's going to need to figure something out if this anti-potion doesn't work with Malfoy. She doesn't want to hurt Ron in any way.
She finds the blonde, the current thorn in her side, perched on a tree stump under the entry bridge. Fairly large, the trunk looked small with his long legs stretched next to it, ankles crossed, twirling his wand in between his fingers. It must have come from a large tree that had been swept downstream, back when there was a roaring river that required a bridge to be made. Now a small stream cut through the riverbed, a little water wheel dam having been placed to the north to keep the village's lanterns lit. He was admiring the underside structure when he spun his head in her direction and stood. "Granger. Have a nice breakfast?"
"It was. Tense." She placed her bag on the stump he vacated and dug around for the potion she had hung her hopes on. "Never Love potion," she presented it to him.
"Is it the cure?" He took it carefully, tucked his wand away and examined the bottle, reading over the side effects.
"I don't know. There's a counterpart that lasts a week. Ever Love, if it's brewed with infused wormwood, like the order placed for the potions stockroom. It could last much longer. No one has purchased one of these for almost a year so I'd assume whoever dosed you had to make it themselves. Is Pansy at least proficient in potions?" She leaned against the edge of the tree trunk, mimicking him from a moment ago and crossed her arms, feeling exhausted after three weeks of this stress.
He opened and immediately downed it. Her eyebrows shot up, surprised and he shrugged. "If it will stop this constant aching need to touch you, it's at least a partial cure."
She understood his urgency. This had been complicating both of their lives for longer than either would have liked. He ran a hand through his hair, not feeling any change. He began to pace.
"Is Pansy your girlfriend?"
He stopped mid step and laughed a joyless laugh. "If she was, why would she drug me with a Love Potion?" He paused, his mind racing suddenly. "Bollocks." He shook his head. Pansy had been presenting him with an espresso most mornings in an attempt to woo him again. He felt stupid suddenly. He felt played. A stinging pain seeped through his chest suddenly and he clutched at his pecks, a gasp and cough forcing its way out of him.
"What is it?"
He grit his teeth. "It's working on some level. The animalistic pull is gone but," he motioned to his groin, "I'm still so hard I could cut glass." He admired her bright red blush for a moment as the stinging subsided and he continued to pace.
"Is...is it always? Like that?" He chuckled bitterly again.
"Always when I'm around you. I've become quite excellent at notice me nots." He gave her a dry smile and moved over toward her, hearing a group of voices above them. He could just imagine the nightmare that would unfold if they were seen under this bridge, meeting in secret. It was a good hidden meeting spot, however. It had been useful the last few weekends to keep seeing her without anyone being the wiser. His confidence in being invisible gave him a thought, a sudden whim. His subconscious wanting an answer to a question he would never actually ask himself.
She twisted the hem of her sweater, trying to get her mind out of the lusty fantasy suddenly playing in her head. She felt relief that part of his symptoms were now manageable. "The Never Love only lasts for 24 hours. We need to buy some more before we leave if it's working for- ...what are you doing?"
He had moved closer, reaching his hand out to stop her nervous twisting of her top. There was no burn of pain. Her repellant potion had barely lasted 45 minutes this time. He felt his heart pounding, her face looking up at him, her eyebrows creased with concern.
"I'm wondering..." He released her hands and touched the side of her face, tucking her hair behind her ear, something he seemed to enjoy doing. "If it will feel the same when I kiss you. If I'll lose control again." He brushed his thumb over her lip and she trembled. He grabbed her hips and lifted her to sit on the stump, she gasped quietly, anxiety returning to her.
"That's. Not a good idea." She breathed out, feeling light headed, her heart trying to burst from her ribs. She swallowed thickly, nervous and upset that Never Love didn't seem to work as well as they had hoped. He moved his head to nose against her jaw, moving carefully forward to plant a kiss on her neck, expecting her to stop him like she did many times before.
She understood he was still (ahem) excited, despite the notice me not charm but with him settled between her legs, she could feel it. She could see it. His trousers straining a thick line up to his stomach and under his sweater. He smirked wide when he leaned back and noticed where her focus was. She shot her eyes back up to his face when he spoke again.
"I know it isn't. Let's call it a test of efficiency." He put his thumb and finger on her chin and made her look up at him. And he kissed her, long and slow with one hand tangling into her hair and the other sneaking down from her shoulder toward her chest.
"Malfoy," She broke the kiss for a moment to whisper his name, hoping to get his common sense to return. He shushed her and captured her lips again, brushing the back of his hand over her breast, testing the waters before grabbing it fully. She moaned lightly as he kneaded into it, sparking a new feeling inside her. One she had been becoming more accustomed to around him. One that made her kiss him back, ravenous, suddenly desperate to chase the excitement fizzling inside her.
She wrapped her arms around his waist, pulling him closer. He broke the kiss and hissed when his groin met her thigh, over stimulated and painfully hard. She looked up into his eyes, so dark she could barely see the usual bright grey coloring. It had been days of waking up hard and not feeling fully satisfied with his solo time. The time spent with her was always a dangerous line, wanting her so badly he could barely contain himself. And surprisingly, she wanted him. She wanted him to feel relief, to not be in pain. She wanted to solve this puzzle.
But first, she knew she should help him with his current predicament. Return a bit of the feeling he gave her all those weeks ago. She pushed her palm against the front of trousers with grinding pressure and tried to fight the smile at the noise he made. She felt powerful; in charge of him for once. After being ignored in the closet and library before she worked out the potion, his snarky voice taunting her, it felt amazing to have him crumble in her hands.
"Granger.." He groaned, his tone warning, dangerous. She had never done this before. Nothing past a clumsy and embarrassing first time with Viktor and her desire for knowledge peaked again. Even if it was Malfoy, he was practically desperate for her, meaning there would be no rejection. There was less chance of doing or saying something so embarrassing the encounter ended. The love potion would make certain of that.
She remembered how good she felt in the closet when this all started. She remembered the blinding lights and shuddering orgasm. The feel of his hand on her mouth and his fingers inside her, and she tried to squeeze her thighs together, crushing him tighter against her. She moved her hand in a stroking manner, up and slowly back down. Emboldened by his heavy breathing and eyes squeezing shut, face twisted in pleasure as he captured her lips again.

He braced himself against her shoulders and quietly gasped, stammering out, "Don't. S-stop." His lips still hovering in front of hers, breathing raggedy against hers, her bravery grew. Her pace increasing as his hips stuttered forward with another moan. She had no idea if his groan was meant as a single statement, or two words separately, begging her to let him go.
He gripped her arms, leaning into her, his forehead dropping onto her shoulder and his gasping for air felt hot against her neck. She bit her lip, lifting the bottom of his sweater, intending on unbuttoning his trousers but pausing at the shiny red tip of his cock pushing out from his waistband. She spied a growing droplet and brushed her thumb over it, curious how it would feel, and she felt it throb. He made a sound that could be in pain or pleasure, she couldn't tell. It looked painful to have something that swollen.
She bit her lip nervously and moved her thumb back across it and he swore under his breath, hips bucking and he grabbed her wrist. "Fffffuck. Granger. Stop, fuck!" he let out a long, agonizing groan and she saw his cock twitching, his spend launching out against his stomach. Her eyes wide, embarrassed and fascinated all at once.
"S-sorry. I don't know- I don't know what came over me."
He caught his breath, letting a laugh out and shaking his head a bit, this time clearly amused. "Welcome to the party. I've had to say that for three ruddy weeks." He fished out his wand and scorgify'd himself. "I swear I'm not normally like that... Not that quick, I mean." She noted he swallowed hard, feeling nervous now that his blood was returned to his brain. Were men worried about finishing too quickly?
He took a step back and looked anywhere but her, checking that his noises didn't alert any attention. His eyes snapped back to her as she examined her thumb, wet from him and with burning curiosity and cheeks, dragged her tongue across it. It was salty and thicker than she anticipated. It tasted of sex, she thought.
When she glanced up at him, he looked like he had been slapped. A blush across his pale cheeks and fascination in his eyes. "Good Godric, are you trying to kill me?" He squeezed his eyes shut and slumped down to the balls of his feet, dropping his head in his hands. He dug his fingers through his hair and made a frustrated noise before shaking his head again and standing up.
"You should go. I'll go get more of the Never Love's and hopefully we won't need to speak again."
"That's not a solution..." She still gathered her bag and righted her clothes.
"I'll talk to Pansy. If I need your help I'll ask." He snapped at her, his throat tight. He ticked his jaw, furious he just let his cock control his actions. Even more furious that, without the poison or curse pushing him, he still felt fireworks in his soul when he kissed her. He hated himself. He hated everything right now, despite finally coming so hard his vision went black for a moment. He felt like his world had ended. If he was actually thinking Granger was fit, it might as well be the end of the world.
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