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The Spy Game	By : kstargal Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Draco/Hermione Views: 8721 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Hermione frowned slightly, trying to figure out exactly where Draco could have hidden in such a short space of time. Then a soft touch moved against her back. It was phantom, like a whisper - almost not there.

Hermione looked down in what she hoped Franklin thought was a helpless gesture. She looked behind her, trying to make out what she’d sensed.There, she saw it, a very, very small blur. It then dawned on Hermione’s muddled brain; Draco had swiped a wand. Somehow he was using his scrambling spell; which hid him from Franklin. Relief speared through Hermione’s body, it finally felt right to trust Draco.

“Well, where is it?” Franklin’s voice took on a glower, as his anger raged.

“It wasn’t here. I came in, and your vault was like this when I got here. Nothing in it – not one thing – seems you have a mouse.”

Franklinyelled and threw a spell at Hermione. Blue light flared across the small space, then it hit. Hermione fell to her knee’s crying out at the pain. Hot stinging needles pushed themselves into her body – all over it pricked her. As the spell evolved, the needle-like sensation went deeper into her flesh until she thought she’d pass out. Before it got too intense, Franklin pulled it back. He wanted information more than killing her. Hermione looked down, expecting to see thousands of small pinpricks in her skin – nothing was there. She hated curses.

“Don’t lie to me, it will only ensure that your torture will last longer. I know you have the Pensive, and I know Malfoy has the two memories. If you co-operate, I’ll make sure you die quickly. Or maybe I could keep you alive. Imagine how thankful Lord Voldemort will be if I kept one of the brats who defeated him - just for his pleasure.” Franklin’s eyes had a maniacal gleam to them. He hungered for power. Nothing she said now; would deter him in his mad quest. She wondered what he thought Voldemort would give him if he was resurrected.

“Why, Franklin – I don’t understand. Why bring him of all people back?”

Franklinlooked at her for a moment – sizing her up. “Because I can.”

Hermione gaped at him for a second. “Because you can…that’s your reason…do you understand the ramifications of messing with death and rebirth – what Voldemort would do to the wizarding world if brought back?”

Franklinnarrowed his eyes. “Of course I do, you impertinent chit. I will be his right hand man. I would be the one to resurrect the true prince of the wizarding world. I will receive rewards beyond your understanding.”

Hermione realised in that moment – Franklin had lost it, he was mad for power and lusted after the impossible. She was under no illusions if Voldemort was brought back he would kill everyone – including Franklin. There would be no free pass for anyone – the destruction and death would be infinite. Everyone and everything she had tried to keep safe over the last ten years would be consumed in Voldemort’s insane quest for redemption. She couldn’t allow it to happen. Then she thought of something.

“Is Shade behind this ridiculous idea?”

Franklinstilled; then looked her up and down. “You can’t even begin to comprehend who Shade is. What you provided for them was invaluable – they will not be pleased to know you have abandoned your post. Now where is the Pensive, Hermione?” Franklin waggled the wand in her face again.

Hermione didn’t know how to respond – who the hell was Shade? And what were they going to do to her? She had to stall; Draco was moving slowly towards Franklin; trying to remain undetected.

“Okay.” Hermione hung her head in apparent defeat. “I finally managed to break my way into your office, and guess what? A small fairy had bet me to the Pensive, she looked like the tooth fairy – except she had hairy legs and a beard. Ugly, really...”

The needles hit her again, tenfold to what was issued before. Hermione refused to yell out loud, she didn’t want to give Franklin the satisfaction of hearing her pain. It brought tears to her eyes to hold it in though. It was a small price to pay for a victory on her behalf. Yet, she couldn’t help falling to the floor in a writhing mass of shock. Just as the pain reached her natural threshold, the needles stopped. Looking up through her sweaty vision, she saw Franklin standing stock still, almost scared to move.

Hermione frowned up at him; wiping the moisture from her brow. Then she saw it. A small depression appeared on Franklin’s neck; Draco was behind him, pushing the wand into his throat. A smile overtook Hermione’s face.

“Franklin, meet my partner in crime – Draco.”

Franklingasped as Draco appeared behind him. The look which graced Draco’s face was feral in its anger. She had seen him in a bad mood, even furious at her. But, she had never ever witnessed the madness which swirled behind Draco’s grey eyes right in that moment. She felt a small prickle of fear slide down her spine. What would he do?

“Franklin – the pleasure appears to be all mine; this time.” Draco’s lip curled up in his hatred. Hermione held out a hand trying to get his attention – he was on edge.

“Draco.” Franklin’s response was as tight as the jacket he currently wore. “I thought you would be after the memories too – your father will be pleased to see you – once you bring him back.”

Draco growled and pushed the wand so hard into Franklin’s throat, he began to splutter trying to get a breath in. Hermione knew immediately, Franklin was lying. She had enough conversations over the years with Draco to know emphatically he hated his father with a passion. Hell would freeze over, thaw - then re-freeze over four hundred years before he consented to visit his grave even.

“Admit it Franklin – you’ve lost.”

“The only thing I’ve lost, Draco, is my cute little side-kick Hermione.” Franklin all but purred her name. It made Hermione ill. She knew he was only trying to infuriate Draco – it was working.

Draco slammed his fist into Franklin’s kidneys. He grunted and almost doubled over, but the wand in his neck stopped him. “Listen to me, you filthy piece of scum. You will never ever lay a hand on Hermione again for as long as I live. If you even breathe the same air as her – I will slit your throat. Understand?”

Franklinscackle left Hermione’s inside’s quivery and her blood running cold. She knew in that instant – he would never leave her alone – even from prison. Her eyes locked with Draco’s and she saw the realisation in his eyes too. He scrunched up his face in thought for a moment; then he pushed the wand into Franklin’s jugular. He had finally lost the thread of sanity which was keeping him on track.

It occurred to her suddenly what he was about to do. Before Hermione could yell out ‘stop’, Draco had murmured a spell. Franklin went pale with shock then fell prone at his feet.

Hermione scrambled over and took his pulse, praying he was alive. He was. She sank back on her heels, thankful that Draco had managed to subdue him without resorting to violence. When she looked up, she still saw the almost animalistic rage in his face. His dark silver eyes caught hers and they softened slightly.

“Are you okay?” His voice was tense, a small twitch affected his cheek; control was barely his. Hermione smiled on the inside, he was worried about her.

“Fine, Draco. What did you do to Franklin?” She looked back over at Franklin; he appeared to be sleeping whatever it was off.

Draco swept a hand over his face, he looked completely spent. Hermione frowned, waiting for a response. Now he was the one stalling. Then he ran his hand through his hair. Oh, oh – what had he done?

“Honestly, Hermione. I didn’t mean to, but he was hurting and threatening you – and it was the only spell I could think of...” His voice trailed off as he gestured hopelessly towards Franklin’s snoring body.

“What. Did. You. Do?” Hermione’s strung out words veiled her fury – a little.

His silver eyes clashed with hers again. “Obliviate…”

“What! You Obliviated the only man who could clear my name, the master-mind behind this entire fiasco – and you wiped his bloody mind. Seriously, Malfoy, what the hell were you thinking?” Hermione’s anger manifested into physical violence, as she stood up and kicked a chair across the room. It clanged loudly against the desk; a small wobbly headed dog waggled its face at her. She was not impressed.

Draco watched her for a second; then he matched her frown. She did not think it looked adorable. He was an idiot. “Look, it was my own spell; I only took out seven years of his memories, enough to clear you - I think.”

“Oh – you think, Christ, what a mess. Hang on, your own spell?”

He nodded; then shrugged. “Yeah, I’ve had a lot of time up my sleeve the last few years.”

Hermione glared at him, she seethed on the inside. Of all the barbaric, stupid things he could have done. She was definitely not angry because he had obviously exceeded her limited spell weaving attempts. Shit, he was impressive. Who’d have thought, Hermione Granger would be out done by a bloody Slytherin. It irked her to no end.

“What the hell are we supposed to do now? Shit, Marcus is going to have a field day with this.” Her voice contained acid, she didn’t care.

Draco finally responded in kind. “If you hadn’t allowed that dumb-arse Franklin to have cursed you in the first place, I wouldn’t have had to bloody spell him into oblivion. It’s on your head, not mine.”

Eyes of molten chocolate snapped to his face. “You arrogant son of a bitch, let him…you think I let him…I’m not the one who can’t use a bloody wand. Of all the damn spells in the world, you use Obliviate…” She trailed off in disgust.

“Technically, it’s not my fault.” Draco eyed her, arrogance waiting to spill over.

“What the hell does that mean?” Hermione was at her wits end. After this, could they still put Franklin up at the Tribunal and charge him for crimes against the wizarding community? Would they listen to the evidence, even though the main conspirator couldn’t remember what he’d done? She shook her head, she had no idea. Maybe it would work, maybe not. The tribunal was fussy on certain things - like remembering the crimes you’ve committed.

“It’s your wand, you daft bint.” Draco held out the wand towards her.

Ignoring his barb she looked up. He was right, her wand sat in his outstretched hand. How did she miss that little detail? She remembered Draco holding up the wand, as well as the Pensive - it must have been in the vault. Which could only mean - Franklin had taken it from Timothy at some stage. What a two-faced arsehole. Hermione was swearing more than usual in her mind, she hoped it didn’t spill out into normal conversation. Then she wondered why her swearing could possibly be a concern, right at this point in time.

Looking back at her precious wand, she tried to snatch it from his hand. Draco pulled it away from her at the last minute, like a child’s game. She was in no mood for it.

“Not funny, Draco. Give me my bloody wand.” Ice flew across the room; he had to have felt it; apparently not if his grin was anything to go by.

“Hell no, you’ll hex me inside out. It’s much safer in my hands.” Draco smirked at her. She snorted, his smirk fell away slowly.

“Yeah, obviously safer, you’ve done a bang up job so far.”

The alarm cut out all of a sudden. Silence, thick and heavy descended on the room; Hermione’s ears rang in after-shock. It meant Camille and Marcus should have made it out. Hermione glanced up at the clock, half an hour is all they were given, they had three minutes left. Draco grabbed the Pensive and used her wand to make it small. Stuffing it in his backpack, he strapped it on; then looked up into her fuming eyes.

“What?” He looked at her, completely oblivious to what he’d done wrong. It was typical Malfoy.

Sighing like she would a naughty child, she whispered ‘nothing’. “What do we do about him?” She said instead, her head cocking towards Franklins sleeping body.

Within a few minutes they took off down the hallway to the staircase again. Even though her wand worked in the compound, they still could not Apparate. They would have to cross back over on the balcony. Hermione shook her head at what Draco had done to Franklin.

He’d wrapped him to a desk chair, using the phone lines in the office. Then he’d attached a yellow post-it note to his head; ‘traitor’ scrawled across it in his neat handwriting. Not perfect, eloquent or even useful. It made her smile though, not that she let Draco see. Before he used the phone lines, he’d left Marcus a message telling him where Franklin was being held. Hermione was confident he would be picked up before the morning cleaning crew arrived. Draco had also placed the two guards under a deep sleep - they wouldn’t wake for hours yet.

They saw no other guards on their travels, which Hermione was thankful for. She didn’t want to confront any other operatives. When they reached the balcony, Malfoy sprung straight out onto the tight line, sliding onto it as if being twenty five stories above the ground was an everyday occurrence. Hermione still hesitated a moment.

Realising he was watching her, she moved onto it. She didn’t need him to have any more ammunition against her. They were almost halfway across when the line began to quiver. Hermione flailed and looked back across the gap towards The Firm’s balcony. Timothy stood there, his wand pressed against the wire.

“Oh, shit, Draco!” Her panicked scream making him stop and take stock of what was happening.

Hermione was freaking out, their combined weight was almost too much for the line to bear, but Timothy would ensure they fell. Draco stepped off onto the other building and the line tightened up again. She frantically looked back at The Firm; she was almost smack dab in the middle. She had nowhere to go. At least Draco had made it in one piece. He began to throw hexes over the chasm, but they wouldn’t hit Timothy due to the wards on the building.

Timothy’s low laugh reverberated towards her; she growled and made towards him. Screw it; instead of falling, she would hopefully make it back to punch the sneer off of his face.

Surprisingly she saw another figure appear on the balcony. Camille ran straight for Timothy, murder on her face. Hermione almost felt sorry for the large man. Camille’s size belied her strength, and she hated Timothy with a passion. He’d broken the infinite trust of working for The Firm, and everyone would be after his blood when he was revealed. She knew her friend would beat the pants off of him, especially when she saw Marcus creeping up on the other side of him. Hermione’s relief was short lived though. Timothy saw his new attackers and decided to level the playing field.

He didn’t wait for them to reach him. A small spark from his wand snapped the line she was hanging onto, and she suddenly felt herself freefalling.

The rope burned between her hands as she desperately tried to hold on. Thankfully, the other end of the line was still anchored to the second building. It then hit Hermione, that at her speed, she would be lucky to escape with all bones intact. If the strike against the wall didn’t kill her – the twenty story drop would.

She was just about to hit, when Draco slid down the rope at a tremendous speed, dislodging her from the rope completely. As they fell straight for the ground, he manoeuvred himself around her and wrapped his lithe body against hers. Hermione only barely managed to contain her screech of fear.

Next minute, she fell onto the softness of a bed – hard. Draco was underneath her and she felt his grunt as her body weight hit his. Draco’s arms came up involuntary around her – catching her as if they had just fell twenty floors. She lay there for a moment, her back against his chest; staring at the musty ceiling with its mould mark shaped strangely like Scotland. She’d been here before – it was the hotel room.

“What…?” Her voice was breathless and she spun her head slightly, her cheek resting against Draco’s face.

His lips moved once, no sound came out. Then he tried again. “Jesus, Granger – you weigh a tonne.”

Red in indignation, she leapt off of him, ignoring his grunt at her shift in weight. “Prick.”

He chuckled at her and rolled onto his side, rubbing his stomach. She saw her wand clutched in his hand. They couldn’t Apparate on The Firm’s ground, but between the buildings – no problem. Hermione let out a breath; then looked back at Draco’s face. His eyes were watching her intently. A tuft of fringe fell in his eyes and he absently pushed it away. She blinked slowly. He was flushed from running and adrenaline tore through his veins, leaving him with an air of unspent energy – in other words, he was overwhelmingly gorgeous.

She gulped, not knowing why her panties began to moisten. Hell, why lie – she knew the reason, and it scared the bejesus out of her. She needed to escape him, and the molten looks he was directing at her. Whether he was aware of the effect on her or not, she didn’t know – and didn’t want to stick around to find out.

He went to say something, but she cut him off. “I’m bloody well not a freaking hippo, you Prat. I’m curvy. Crap, doesn’t matter - I’m going to have a shower. Do what you bloody well want.” Before he could respond, she stormed off to the bathroom.

She shut the door and looked around. She had to say, for a cheap motel, their bathroom was quiet decadent – old, but well thought out. A huge shower head came from the low roof, not the wall. Yet it was situated in the corner of the room, still allowing you to rest against the wall, which is exactly what Hermione did.

The hot water cascaded over her tight shoulders. She felt the warm embrace her, and she smiled into the water, letting its heat soak her tired body.

‘Bloody, Malfoy, he’ll be the death of me. He’s way too good looking to be legal.” She whispered lazily into the stream of water, the sensation of relaxing making her unwind quickly.

Reaching behind her neck, she started slowly kneading the knotted muscles. Suddenly two large warm hands covered hers.

“Let me do that.” Malfoy’s hot voice whispered against her ear.

Hermione jumped away, trying to cover her nakedness – it was futile, a washcloth was not a moo-moo. “What the bloody hell are you doing in here?” Her voice was not the high pitched squeal she thought it should be; it was low and decidedly husky.

Draco narrowed his eyes; then grinned. Her chest did not flutter at his boyish half smile. “You told me to do what I want. Well, that’s what I’m doing. Your words, Granger, not mine.”

“I bloody didn’t mean for you to follow me in here…” Hermione trailed off as Draco grabbed her shoulders again and spun her around, so her back was against his chest. His fingers dug into the tightness of her shoulders as he massaged her. After a second, she felt her body relax. Damn traitor.

His fingers deftly danced across her shoulders from spine to blades; then his large hands slid down her arms until they rested on her elbows. He leant in against her, feathering light kisses from the top of her shoulder to the base of her ear. “I think you did. I warned you time and time again, Granger. Don’t tempt me.”

She couldn’t argue, didn’t want to. Instead, she found herself relaxing against his chest. His kisses became more insistent as his tongue flicked the back of her ear. She shuddered against him; it was a very sensitive spot. One of his hands trailed back up her arm, until it once again resumed its careful kneading of her neck. Hermione was turning into liquid. The hot water splashed over both of them, making small waterfalls to the tiles below.

Hermione looked down and saw her tight nipples, straining against the water, it’s small stinging bites making her almost as wet as the wizard behind her. She could see his large feet spread out behind her, in a stance she knew well. He was in control – she couldn’t have been happier.

The other hand which was still stroking her elbow, moved. She watched as it slowly trailed across the flat expanse of her belly, making her stomach tense. Draco chuckled against her neck as he felt her stiffen; it made a fresh spike of arousal flow through her. His calloused hand cupped her aching breast, his thumb pressing against her taut nipple.

Gasping at the contact she had waited forever to feel, he pinched it between thumb and forefinger. Hermione felt wetness slide from her pussy. She was slick with arousal; she craved his touch, his tongue, his cock – his anything. He suckled on her neck while rolling her nipple between his fingers, pinching every few seconds. The pleasure and the sharp spike of pain, fed her desire so much she could hardly form a coherent thought.

Then he pushed his hard cock against her back, she almost passed out at the sensation. It was going to happen – nothing would stop this, she had no get out of jail free card. Draco and her; were finally going to fuck. It sent a delicious thrill through her.

She tried to press her hand against him, but his sharp ‘no’ stopped her. “This time is for you, Granger.”

She shivered as he pressed his prick between her buttocks rubbing up and down – he wouldn’t, would he? Hermione knew in an instant she wanted him to. But, instead of the dark thrill he promised, he dropped to his knees behind her. His hands trailed down her sides slowly until they rested on her arse cheeks.

“So, beautiful, so perfectly formed.” His words coupled with the kneading, made Hermione’s nerve endings tingle. He placed a small amount of pressure on her back, she leant forward slightly so her hands splayed on the walls in-front of her. He nudged her legs further apart. Hermione almost groaned in need – he still hadn’t touched her where she craved it the most.

“Oh my fucking god.” Hermione called out in the bathroom. Draco had parted her cheeks and placed his tongue against her puckered arsehole. She almost died at the naughtiness of it all. Never had she thought he would go there first. His tongue nudged delicately against her tightness and her stomach clenched wildly in lust. As he breeched inside of her, one of his hands slid through her parted legs and a deft finger stiffly pushed against her clit. She cried out hoarsely as his finger flicked her clit and his tongue delved deeper into her. Sensation after sensation flowed over her – he wriggled in further until she could feel his lips against her skin. No-one had ever done this to her, and she was ecstatic it was Draco who showed her the pleasure. He hummed against her and she went taut. Before Hermione could shatter in his arms he spun her around.

Disorientated she managed to stay up, until he pushed her back against the cold shower wall. Then she was at his mercy. He grabbed one of her legs and hooked it over his shoulder, pushing it out slightly so she was completely exposed to him. Hermione still felt a blush flush over her face. After where his tongue had just been, it was ludicrous to think she could still be embarrassed. He looked up at her through the tumbling water. His eyes were dark in desire; he licked his lips arrogantly and smirked. Then he buried his head in her soft curls.

His tongue swirled around her taut bud before moving down to her hot hole. He pushed inside and tasted her arousal. His moan of pleasure; made Hermione cry out. She was not going to last long, as much as she tried to hold onto her control, she could feel it slipping from her grasp. He licked noisily back to her clit, and as he began to suckle her tightness, he slipped three fingers straight up her pussy. Arching her back, Hermione yelled into the stream of water. He began to pump them slowly in and out – driving her crazy with need. Merlin, she wanted his cock buried deep within her. Stiffening his tongue, Draco pressed against her nub and flicked tightly. Hermione felt herself rock against his face, his other hand held her buttocks so she couldn’t escape. She was never going to move if she could help it. As his fingers thrummed inside of her she felt him move slightly. Suddenly Draco pushed a finger skilfully into her tight arsehole. Hermione came all over his face in a hot melting moment of raw animal need.

He continued to stroke her with his tongue gently until she whimpered and went limp. Slipping his fingers from inside her, made Hermione sigh in loss. It had felt beyond anything she could have imagined. Draco’s tongue was not all about insults and sneering comments – it had a much more breathtaking use. Hermione’s body hummed in pleasure as Draco stood up. Watching him through half hooded eyes; he took a mouthful of shower water and spat it out. Lifting her chin with his finger, he pushed his mouth against hers with an intensity which made her knees buckle. She could still taste herself in his mouth. It was hot. His rigid cock pressed up against her stomach, and she leant into it, relishing the strength of him. When she went to lift a leg so he could sheath himself in her - he stopped her.

“Turn around.” His hoarse command; ensured her arousal returned in full force. Merlin, what had he planned?

His hands grasped her hips as his erection pulsed against her backside. She leant forward tipping her pelvis as she did. His cock nudged her arsehole for a second, slightly pushing in a few millimetres; she inhaled sharply. She heard his soft chuckle as his fingers traced circles over the small of her back. Pulling out he slid his cock through her parted legs instead - so it rubbed against her clit. “Hmm, maybe soon, but not tonight, we need to leave some exploration for next time.”

Hermione’s stomach clenched with excitement. Shit – doing this again would surely kill her. Before she could think more on his dangerous promise, the head of his cock nudged her slick hole. He teased her for a second, entering an inch then retracting. Hermione growled and tried to back against him – forcing his entry. He laughed again.

“Hell, if I knew you were this keen…”

“Less talk, Malfoy.” Hermione ground out as he entered her fleetingly again for the fifth time. She was ready to scream as her nerve endings reached their limit of sensation.

“I like the way you think.” Was the last thing she heard before he grasped both sides of her hips and plunged in with a thrust so forceful, she thought she would break through the wall. He stayed still for a moment, letting her adjust to the size of him. He filled her entirely, it felt way too good. Hermione had no idea if she would ever crave anyone else the way she craved this wizard. There was something about him which screamed ‘screw me’…again…and again. She knew he had broken something within her. Only he would satisfy her now. It left an exhilarating feeling in her stomach.

He began to thrust, slowly at first, but then more erratically and forceful as the feelings overtook him. Hermione knew he wouldn’t last long, he’d all but said it had been a while. She could feel by his twitchy movements this wondrous feeling was keeping him on a tight leash. She felt the bubble of excitement start in her stomach then slowly spread to all her limbs. His cock slid deep and strong into her – she loved the feeling of being pounded from behind. It was messy – rough and made her toes curl. Hermione was floating on a cloud of ecstasy and Draco was right there with her.

Her own orgasm was approaching again. She had never come twice in such quick succession, yet she wasn’t complaining. It had been a while for her too. The feeling cascaded over her in waves and she twitched around Draco’s thrusting cock. Throwing back her head she howled her pleasure. That was all it took for Draco to stiffen up and unload his seed into her. He leant down and bit her shoulder lightly – it was too much. She felt his cock shudder inside of her, as she came about him. Clenching and unclenching him – taking everything he had to offer.

They stayed like that for a while, panting hard; then he slid himself from her. “Unbelievable.” His voice was quiet as the water continued to race over them.

Hermione grabbed the loofah and soaped it up, washing Draco’s chest softly. She didn’t know what this meant – this coupling of sorts. Did it mean he wanted more from her? He did mention next time, or was it whispered in the heat of the moment.

Hermione couldn’t help but wonder what next time might entail. If his nudging was any indication - she was in for a new sensation. One she wasn’t hesitant to try out. Just thinking about it made her pussy tighten in lust. No way – there was no physical way she could come again that night. Her body thought otherwise. Draco was watching her thoughtfully; then he sensed the change in her demeanour. He knew she wanted him.

He snapped the water off and grabbed her behind the knees; lifting her up over his shoulder. He ignored her protests until he threw her on the bed. She sat up dazed.

“What are you doing, Draco?” Her pussy throbbed with renewed desire from the look in his eyes. How could he do this to her? She was out of control with desire.

He pulled her towards him so her legs hung off the bed, then he spread her legs wide. No way, again? She just looked at him, her eyes hooded. What was it about Malfoy, which sent her on a freaking horny rampage? She’d never come twice in one night, now he was going for the third.

His tongue sent an electric shock straight up her spine. Hermione could have sworn three minutes ago, any form of feeling was completely washed out of her – how wrong she was. Each flick, each lick sent shivers through her over sensitised clit. Draco then delved as deep as he could into her tight little hole. It was like he was trying to find the end of her hot tunnel. He splayed his hands over her hips, his thumbs dangerously close to her heat. They didn’t stay immobile for long, they danced over her clit one at a time - creating a rhythm she was sure would send her insane. His snake-like tongue continued its quest deep inside of her. Her body was on fire, starting deep in her stomach and flaring out to encompass her entire body.

Suddenly he was on his knees; she looked down and saw his hard cock bobbing in-front of her hole. He winked and thrust it straight inside of her – no hesitation. It slid in easily, she was open to him – there was no resistance. This time he kept a steady pace, while he looked directly into her eyes. She could see his prick, wet with her juices pounding into her body, each thrust sending tingles through her. He grasped her legs and placed them over his shoulders, giving himself more thrusting power. The angle was electric and she squirmed trying to get more. He held her like that – for an age, until she could tell he was on edge.

“Pinch your nipple for me.” His voice was strained, near the precipice.

Hermione slid her hand across the mound of her breast until it reached her puckered nipple. Draco’s eyes narrowed and his breathing became shallow. He was barely holding on. Hermione felt something tingling in her pussy as she brushed her fingers delicately over her nipple. An involuntary moan escaped her; she was going to come again. Even the thought made a strong impact on her quivering body.

“Do it.” Malfoy’s voice heaved. He was coming.

Pinching hard, harder than she thought she could handle, threw her over. His heat filled her as she cried out loudly in the quiet room. Her orgasm shook the life out of her; she was nothing – just a floating body full of tingly feelings.

As she continued to try and make ends meet and come down from the orgasmic plain, Draco curled up beside her on the bed, pulling her close to him. His arm curved around her body and his leg rested over hers; making her feel safer than she had in her entire lifetime.

They slept.

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A/N: My work here is done! :) One more chapter left! Thanks again to all have read and left me a review! Grinning still :D
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