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The Methods of a Malfoy	By : theGreenWitch1287 Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female Views: 3499 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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The wheel of the year was turning once more. The summer solstice had come and gone. The sun had risen and set upon the longest day and the season of sunshine, warmth and holidays was drawing, inevitably, to a close. The dying daylight hours and the Goddess doffing her robes of Mother and donning those of Crone, however, were far from being dreaded. As such a time signalled too my impending return to my cherished Hogwarts. And my beloved Draco.
Over the summer we had stayed in touch, every day, without fail. Rarely had my window sill been free of the loyal presence of either my Boreal owl, Henry, or Draco's black Horned breed, Arcturus, or Archie as I had christened him. The nearly 60 miles between our respective homes in rural Gloucestershire and Wiltshire had become an aerial highway for correspondence over the 12 weeks and almost every morning, I had awoken to find a new envelope, written in Draco's elegant scrawl, waiting at the foot of my bed, Henry or Archie never too far away as they waited patiently for their reward.
So, as I knelt upon my bedroom floor, packing the last of my belongings into my school trunk on the final Friday evening, I was hardly surprised to hear the accustomed flap of wings as Archie swept majestically through my open window and landed above me, coming to rest atop my window-side dresser. Standing to my feet, I plucked the curled scroll of parchment, sealed, as always with the black wax seal, embossed with the familiar M, from his cradling talons. A soft smile curled my lips as I read Draco's words.
16 hours and counting
Cannot wait to see you, hold you and kiss you once again
I'm taking you to my bed the first chance I get
Come find me on the train, I'll be waiting
See you very soon
Love always,
D X
If there was one thing I had learnt in my time with Draco Malfoy, it was that he was a man of his word. Because, sure enough, a mere hour or so upon returning to Hogwarts, Draco's bed, in his newly acquired private Head Boy's dorm, was exactly where we found ourselves. I remembered little of the Sorting, of the welcome supper or the hastened, gabbled excuse that I had obviously blabbed to my friends to excuse myself. All I remember of that first night back, was Draco.
***
As I opened my eyes and blinked slowly into the soft sunlight of Sunday morning, I saw the bed next to me now empty. With a drowsy smile, I touched a hand to Draco's pillow, relishing the lingering warmth left by his body upon the soft cotton. Only when I was unable to contain
my giggle, caused by the torturous tickling that was being bestowed upon my bare legs beneath the covers, did I peel the duvet up, to be greeted by Draco's smirking face, looking up at me from between my parted thighs. His silver eyes, though hooded and heavy from sleep, still manage to glitter with mischief and desire, his flash of white-blonde hair suitably and sexily tousled as he playfully waggled his brows at me.
'Uh, hello there,' I started ironically, unable to contain my own smirk, 'um, pardon me but have we met?'
Draco grinned back at me. 'Once or twice.'
I gave an ironic roll of my eyes.
'And may I ask, just what you think you're doing down there, handsome young man in bed with me?'
We were both still completely naked, just as we had been the night before.
'I'm giving you a morning wakeup call, my little minx.'
Chuckling deep into my chest, I reached down to my lover, cupping his cheek in my palm, urging him up to me. His long, lean, naked body slid fluidly over mine, his toned chest skimming my nipples as he slipped up between my thighs to bestow on me a beautiful and breathtaking kiss. My fingers netted effortlessly through his hair, almost every inch of our bodies pressing together as we kissed slow, deep and passionate.
As we slowly disengaged, Draco grazed his nose tenderly against mine, sucking softly on my lips once more before he lowered his kiss back down the line of my body. My centre began to groan and clench in anticipation almost immediately, the bedclothes tenting over his back as he kissed down my chest, over my naked breasts, pausing to swirl his tongue around my nipples, down the pane of my stomach, over my pubic bone until he, at last, lowered his face back down between my now aching thighs.
His touches started out slow and almost tentative at first, his kisses gentle and soft, his licks feather-light and teasing. With a soft groan of growing arousal and the slightest hint of frustration, I parted my legs further, urging him subtly to continue, begging for his touch where I constantly craved it. Heeding my desire, Draco slid back a little further, before gently, carefully spreading me open with his thumbs. My eyes lolled shut as I felt the first heavenly stroke of his warm tongue glide up from my opening, smooth and slow, up over my tingling inner folds, up to tickle the bud of my already swollen clit. My response was unequivocal as he grazed my hidden, tingling nub, my legs bucking in involuntarily as I groaned out loud, my head arching back, my fingers clenching into the base sheet of his bed.
His amusement and satisfaction were clear as he raised his face up briefly to look me in the eye, that all too familiar smirk curling at the corner of his thin lips.
'Mmmm, nice hey?' His gaze flashed, deep and dark, flickering with misbehaviour and barely concealed arousal as it remained locked to my own, 'god, I've missed teasing you.'
'You...are wicked.'
'Well, why do you think I enjoy your company so much?' he purred huskily, clenching his fingers gently into my thighs that he continued to hold open, 'you are no angel yourself, sweetheart. We fit together perfectly...in more ways than one.'
Before I could say another word, Draco had dropped his face back down to my mound and sucked my waiting clit hungrily between his lips.
The building rise of my impending orgasm didn't take long to appear, and as I began to twist and tense more and more with the growing pressure, I managed, somehow, to whimper to Draco that I was going to climax, asking him to move so that he too could share in my pleasure. With a predatory smirk, he slid his lips from me with somewhat obscene audibility and sat up, grasping hold of my hips, pulling me upright in the process, before laying back down supine, his head coming to rest at the foot of the bed. Pausing, I reached over, tossing him one of the pillows to cushion his head as I moved to straddle his waiting torso, allowing him a moment to observe my nakedness before I dipped my head down to press a deep, sucking kiss upon his parted lips.
As I pulled gently back, I teasingly rubbed my bare breasts against Draco's chest and my wet centre against his hardening cock, offering him a flirty smile and another kiss, before I finally rotated around to face his feet, presenting myself back to him. Without hesitation, I bent myself forward at the hips, then lowered my mouth slowly, smoothly, onto him as his own tongue resumed its blissful pursuit on my dripping cunt.
Enjoying the calmness of the morning and the privacy of his private dorm, we indulged in a sensual, languid 69er right there, atop the tumbled bedclothes. Our groans and murmurs of pleasure and appreciation were unashamed and unrestrained as we stimulated each other in a litany of slow, teasing and fervent, eager licks, sucks and kisses right up to the point where we were both hovering at fever pitch, teetering on the precipice of climax. We both fell over the edge of release within mere seconds of each other, our climaxes crashing over us both hard as we orgasmed, Draco's release, salty yet sweet, pumping into my mouth as I clenched and pulsed around his perpetually lapping tongue, the flood of my arousal so plentiful it was no doubt streaming down his lips, cheeks and chin.
As I collapsed against his legs, shuddering and panting in the afterglow, I began to feel the sensation of Draco stroking his hands up and down my sweat sheened back and across my backside, his tender yet electrifying touch doing little to slow my rampant breathing and racing heart-rate, a stimulating shudder rippling up my spine. My arousal began to boil up again almost immediately, my head arching back, my eyes lolling shut as he fisted a handful of my messy hair, tugging at it gently but possessively, coaxing my head back just that little bit further. My groans and sighs were unashamed as I relished his blissful caresses, my fingernails raking up and down his hair covered legs in ardent response.
With his hands upon my waist, I let Draco guide my movements. In mutual, unspoken agreement, we shifted around, arranging ourselves easily into the doggy style position, me on all fours, facing the door now, presenting my upraised arse to him, whilst he knelt up behind my open thighs, lining the head of his throbbing cock up with my still throbbing entrance. I trembled again, another enlivening shimmer fluttering up the length of my spine as Draco grasped my hips with both hands, giving my soft flesh a possessive squeeze before lowering his lips to my ear, his breath warm glancing the side of my face.
'Ready beautiful?' he purred, his lips slipping up to capture my ear lobe, making me both groan and giggle at the sensation.
'Oh god...yes...' I moaned, turning my face to meet his gaze, mere inches from mine, '....please, don't tease me any longer.'
He grinned at me then and I am unashamed to admit I was very close indeed to nearly coming on the spot, then and there.
'I wouldn't dare.' He growled as he crushed his lips, hard and deep against my own.
As our lips remained firmly locked, our mouths, our tongues hungrily plundering together, I felt Draco guide my hips gently backwards, smearing my sticky, fragrant wetness against the barrel of his waiting prick. A second later, without further warning, he pushed firmly, fully forward behind me, impaling me on his rock-hard cock. My back bowed inwards with the force, my groan of pleasure loud and almost pained, melding into Draco's mouth as we joined together in the most intimate way. With his arm wrapping my chest, he clutched one of my bare breasts in his palm, stroking, caressing comfortingly as he attempted to soothe me.
'Ssshhh...it's alright...' he cooed, slowing our kiss so that he could nibble along my lower lip, '...take it easy, darling. You'll be coming again in a second if you don't slow down.'
A moment later, our lips slid partially apart. I gasped desperately against his mouth, our mouths merging back together one last time before we began moving slowly as one. My eyes lolled shut with gratification once more, my fingers clenching and releasing the rumpled duvet as Draco moved behind me, his hands gripping and guiding my hips as he pumped slow and deep into me from behind. Gradually, he worked me up to a steady driving pace, the heat spreading through my loins, rising up higher and higher in my belly and chest with every languid, plunging thrust of his delicious cock.
It didn't take much longer before our motions shifted apace, Draco's skilled cock starting to plunge into me harder and deeper as he began to fuck me with more intensity and less sweetness. I pushed back to meet his every grinding motion, both of us groaning and gasping in blissful abandon, thrusting and rocking hard and unashamed against each other. His hands roamed on a perpetual blissful journey all over my body as he thrust and ground into me. From gripping and guiding my hips to moving around to massage my heaving breasts, down to brush his nimble digits against the throbbing, swollen, slick bead of my clit or up to rake through my loose hair, his touch was like a burning, searing white-hot flame, licking, lapping over every inch of my naked body.
I let out another loud groan as he licked up and down my sweat sheened back, tracing the pebbled line of my spine with the point of his hot tongue, my whole body shivering and shuddering in the paralysing arousal and desire as he continued fucking me hard, unrelenting and uncontained.
It was then as if from somewhere far beyond the surrounding walls, someone called out.
'Malfoy!'
To me, it sounded so far off and I wondered, fleetingly, through my building orgasmic haze, whether or not I'd merely imagined it.
'Malfoy!'
The 2nd time, the calling voice sounded somewhat closer, as if the owner was approaching the closed bedroom door. And this time I knew Draco had heard it for sure because he called back.
'What?!' He snarled, all the while never missing a beat as he continued to thrust into me.
'I need to talk to you!' The voice sounded familiar to me as my mind began to clear suddenly, despite Draco's relentless pounding behind me.
'I'm busy!'
'How busy can you be on a Sunday morning, in bed?'
As the bedroom door was flung open, I looked up to see the owner of the voice, that of Goyle, marching through the doorway. A split second later, he came to realise suddenly the scene into which he had just walked, and then, promptly froze to the spot, his face looked as if he had just been slapped suddenly by a wet fish, his eyes wide, his mouth slightly agape.
'VERY busy...' I panted out in reply, clenching the duvet hard beneath my palms, my body continuing to rock rhythmically with Draco's driving motions.
Goyle remained locked to the spot for what seemed like an eternity, not moving, not saying a word, seemingly hypnotised by my pendulous breasts until Draco finally broke him of his catatonic-like stupor.
'Oh my GOD! GET THE FUCK OUT, YOU IDIOT!!!"
His voice was all but a roar, launching Goyle from the threshold just as quickly as he had appeared, the door slamming back shut behind the blur of his staggering, stammering form.
I whimpered aloud, my head arching back, my teeth gritted as my lover gripped the flesh of my hips tight, his sudden anger, mixed with his frantic desire for release a volatile mix as he thrust harder and harder still, over and over, forcing, pounding every inch of himself into me. His hand slid up once more, clenching into my hair, tugging, craning my neck, my head backwards as he pummelled me at full speed, the sounds of our coupling, our desire, the rhythmic slap of sweat-sleeked flesh meeting sweat-sleeked flesh filling the room, unashamed and explicit.
We came almost in unison, our groans and cries of pleasure and liberation vocal and uncontained as we released against each other. Anyone hearing us could have been forgiven for thinking it was akin to the sound of 2 highly aggressive animals mating somewhere in the wild, had it not been the eternally insatiable Slytherin Prince and I creating the racket. Draco's hands clenched my hips hard as he thrust so deep into me, I could have sworn he was only a fraction away from pushing into my womb, pumping me with the hot flood of his climax, whilst I exploded and crumbled beneath him. The sweat streamed down my spine, pooling between my breasts and in the dip of my navel as I wailed and moaned through my release, my walls clenching, drawing every drop of his seed deep into me before I finally loosened with a shuddering, blissful moan and collapsed face down amongst the tumbled bedclothes, Draco collapsing on top of me with an equally exhausted sigh and groan.
***
'Please be nice to Goyle when you see him next.'
Draco and I continued to lay together, in a tangle of limbs, tumbled sheets and messy hair, for a long while after we had concluded our vigorous Sunday morning session.
Draco said nothing, continuing to absent-mindedly stroke a lock of my tussled hair through his fingertips as he lay, cuddling me against his chest, staring in mute silence, at the bed canopy high above us.
'Draco?' I raised my eyes up to glance at his face in profile.
'Dray?'
A low grunt of reluctant response finally met my ears.
Raising myself up on my elbow, I looked down into his pale face.
'Please be nice. Please. He's probably just as embarrassed as you. Promise me you won't hurt him or anything stupid?'
'I won't hurt him...' Draco answered, flicking his silver eyes over finally to look directly into mine, '...I promise.'
'Good,' I smiled, dipping my lips to press a tender kiss to his lips before I snuggled back down against his chest, 'thank you. I love you.'
'I love you too. And don't worry. I intend on killing him first. He won't feel a thing.'
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