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A/N: Snape’s_Princess: Yay! I’m happy to hear you’re so invested in the story and that it’s bringing you some joy. Plenty more plot twists and sexy scenes coming up. Hope you enjoy <3
65—Water Drum
“Drowning in the sea of love, where everyone would love to drown.”—Fleetwood Mac
(Draco) 
As the sun set, the horizon melted to an orangey-pink sorbet, and Draco melted with it, sliding naked into the pool like satin into silk. Dipping beneath the water to wet his head, he resurfaced with a quiet splash and slicked his hair back out of his eyes. It wouldn’t do to be blinded by water during what might be the single most stunning sexcapade ever witnessed.
Hermione had taken the steps, and as she walked into the water—totally starkers, nipples rock hard—the setting sun cast an otherworldly glow over her tanned skin. She seemed to shimmer with sensual magic, a goddess of fire and liquid sex.
Severus had strategically arranged about a thousand candles around the patio—he’d even set some to float in the pool, the yellow flames flickering like fairy lights on the water—which compounded the scene’s surreality so greatly, Draco felt as though he’d waded into an erotic hallucination. 
When Hermione leaned back to wet her hair, she disappeared into a mystical sea of pink and gold glitter. His own personal naiad. As she reemerged, the water beaded on her like diamonds, and if Draco thought she’d been glowing before, he’d been sadly mistaken. Her face and chest refracted each droplet in a spangle of rainbow brilliance, the glare so bright he had to shade his eyes. But Draco refused to look away. If he went blind, he wanted that image burned into his retinas until the end of time.
Hermione bit her lower lip in a coquettish grin and started toward him. “Ready?”
“Aren’t I always?”
The closer she got, the deeper the water became, and when the surface swallowed her chin, she extended her arms in a lazy breaststroke. He always forgot she was too short to touch in the deep end. Rushing out, Draco gathered her into his arms and carried her back to his corner. He preferred she save her energy for what lay ahead; swimming would only waste valuable sex calories.
Hermione pecked his neck in thanks and wrapped her limbs around him in a slippery lover’s knot. Forgoing any pretext of restraint, his knob lunged into her cleft, where the heat of her sex seared him like a brazier. But instead of pulling away, Draco gritted his teeth and—ever so carefully—glided through her flames, roasting himself as evenly as possible.
The only problem with that was his cock seemed to LOVE being burned alive; his balls began to rise, running toward the finish line before the race had even begun. And to make the competition more lopsided, Hermione chose that precise moment to flatten him with a heart-stopping kiss. All he could do was grab her bum and hold on tight—not in a fit of passion but simply to make sure she couldn’t move. One good grind, and he’d be impregnating the pool.
Hoping to level the playing field, Draco grabbed a rounded cheek in either hand and spread her arse as wide as he could—which he assumed would be quite a rush in the cool water.
“UH!” With a sharp gasp, Hermione convulsed in his arms, accidentally nipping his tongue.
Hmm! That boded well for him.
Reaching down, Draco gripped his frantic cock in a tight fist, and when he nestled the head in her searing hollow, she whimpered, the sound buzzing through his molars and zapping his brain like an electric eel. Zzzzt! Flatliiiiiine.
That was okay; he didn’t really need to think, did he? Wait. Did he? He couldn’t remember.
With a simple shift of her hips, she forced him inside, sealing him in a storm front of insanity. Draco didn’t know what to feel first or where to focus. He suddenly had too much cock to concentrate on. Sweet Circe, is this how Snape feels all the time?
Hermione grunted and mashed her clit against his pubic bone, effectively pulverizing her pearl to orgasmic dust. Scorched arousal pulsated off her body in waves, but caught in the backdraft, Draco could only watch himself burn. 
Well . . . as well as a wizard could watch anything with his eyes all rolled back in his head. Sparking embers exploded in his brain like fireworks, which he found lovely but frightfully disorienting. The water around him grew choppy with her writhing, and the waves buffeted him back and forth, the world spinning him off his feet.
Floundering for stability, Draco opened his eyes and was surprised to find himself still vertical. That couldn’t be right. Was he tipping? Had the Earth come off its axis? He couldn’t be sure.
Hoping to regain some equilibrium, he disconnected from her kiss and took a deep breath. Oxygen! The dizziness lessened ever so slightly, and as his head cleared, he sank against her in relief. “I love you.”
“I love you too,” Hermione murmured, her exhale ragged and hot on his cheek. “Does your cock feel as crazy as my pussy does?”
Oh, thank Merlin! She felt it too! “If you mean weirdly bubbly and tingly, yes. Are you close?”
“Gods yes! Stay deep. The water will wash away my juice if you thrust too much.”
Bloody hell! All he wanted to do was thrust! How was he supposed to stop the maddening ache in his balls if he didn’t thrust? 
An “Ah!” of blissful comprehension fell from his lips as Hermione flexed around him. Apparently she was going to juice his dick like an orange.
“Was that good?” she whispered against his neck.
Draco almost gnawed off the side of his tongue. If she wanted him to last—at all—she was going to have to stop that. How could he be so far gone so quickly? If this was what the magic did to them, he didn’t know if “boosting” their energy was a good idea. How was he supposed to last long enough to get her off?
Hermione kissed his ear, and her tongue slithered over his lobe in a move that seemed far too snake-like for a Gryffindor. “I love your cock, Draco. You feel so fucking good inside me.”
At the mention of its greatness, his manhood swelled with pride, which might have been the most painful ego trip in recorded history. “No more whispering or I’m not gonna last.”
Her hips rocked him deeper, micro-massaging his glans with the slick curve of her cervix. True to her word, no thrusting was involved, but somehow that made every movement all the more vivid. 
“Tell me you love me again,” she panted. “Say it till I come.”
Draco’s heart ratcheted up to warp speed, his pecs aching with the effort to keep it contained. “I love you, Hermione. So much.” He let go of her arse to wrap his arms around her back. “Please come, love. I think my spleen’s about to snap.”
Hermione put one hand over his heart, and his entire body convulsed—yet she cried out as if she were the one who’d felt the surge.
“Gonna come, Draco. Almost there.”
He put his hand over her heart and felt its rapid-fire tattoo. Buzzing tingles of electric fire skittered over his palm, and Draco almost yanked his hand back in shock.
“Unnnnnh!”
Her sex seized, and the pressure around his shaft shot past pain to screeching pleasure. The barrel of muscle that lined her opening clamped around him, and his sac pulled so tight he was pretty sure his testicles had taken up residence in his lower intestines. He wanted to pass out, to give into the black fuzz creeping around his vision, but he kept at it, staying conscious so he could watch the rapture take control of her body.
All at once the churning testicular tension burst, and in a blinding flash of light, a massive tidal wave of release knocked him flat.
Hermione wailed in his ear, but he could barely hear her over the pounding of his own pulse. THUMP! THUMP! THUMP! He was sure to be deaf by the time his balls ran empty.
Realizing he’d forgotten to breathe, Draco gasped in a lungful of fresh air and practically keeled over as the residual waves of his climax pealed through his body like thunder. The rumble rattled him to the core. It was all he could to to just stand there and remain in one piece.
Locking her in his embrace, he rested his cheek against hers and blankly stared at the candle flames as they wavered on the water’s shadowy surface. Holy Fucking. Hell. Draco knew his jaw was hanging open, but he couldn’t figure out how to close his mouth.
An aftershock ripped through her pussy, and she stuttered out a rough, “Unh-h-h-h,” that spoke of both extreme satisfaction and ecstatic bliss.
Draco, however, felt as if he’d just been put through a high-powered wringer, his body completely drained. “D-did that feel . . . extra . . . intense to you?” Had his question made sense? He wasn’t even sure what he was saying.
“Yes,” she said with a happy sigh. “Too bad we didn’t light some candles last time we were in the tub; we could have been doing this all along.”
“I’m glad we waited till we had supervision. I’m not sure I’m totally in my body.” Was that what he meant? It sounded close.
Hermione laughed and rested her head on his shoulder. “I don’t know how much of a help those two would be. I don’t think they’re even paying attention to us.”
Draco glanced over to see Snape and Lucius snogging on the chaise, half their clothes already on the ground.
Snape lifted his head and met Draco’s gaze. “We’re paying attention. And Lucius says if you’re done splashing about, he’s ready for his turn.”
Hermione smiled and kissed Draco’s throat. “Are you okay, or do you want me to stay here for a bit?”
“I think I need to beach myself like a whale and try to remember how my legs work.”
Laughing softly, Hermione nipped his neck. “I’ll ask Snape to help you recover.”
Draco’s eyebrows rose as Severus yanked off Lucius’s trousers with a possessive growl. 
Recovery sounded promising.
Water Drum—“Water drums are a category of membranophone characterized by the filling of the drum chamber with some amount of water to create a unique resonant sound.” Wikipedia
“Sara” by Fleetwood Mac/Stevie Nicks. Written by Stevie Nicks and released on the album Tusk in 1979. https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=ScSsOA4UVr8
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