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Pareo: Obey	By : kateofallpeople Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Draco/Hermione Views: 59757 -:- Recommendations : 2 -:- Currently Reading : 9
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"We can fight all day if you'd like. I've got time." She sat perfectly still, knowing that whatever Ron was about to say, she fully deserved it and more. Not that he knew that, of course. Though September and October had passed, and November was waning out, whatever happened between herself and Malfoy had gone completely undiscovered. Not to say they hadn't almost been caught once or twice - a second year out of bed late one night on a dare almost caught them coming out of a closet looking entirely too mussed to have been 'talking', but rather than apprehend him and risk letting the boy put two and two together, they let him run off without even a warning. But despite Harry's constant barrage of questions about her well-being, Hermione knew that neither of her best friends suspected that anything that unusual was going on.
"Like hell you do. Every time I try to see you, you've got to run off to the library to study or worse, Malfoy is running up to find you for whatever secret Prefect duties you're doing. I hold your hand and that's fine, but within minutes you're pulling away to just... just leave!"
"It's our Eighth Year, Ron. Infinitely more complicated than our Sixth. If you hadn't noticed, we missed a year of schooling entirely and I'm still getting back into the way things go here as opposed to how they went in the forests, in the caves, in hiding. And yes, I'm extremely busy with Prefect duties because unlike yourself and Harry, I actually take the initiative to do as much as I can in my current position, even if that includes extra projects and time." She raised her chin, doing as best a job as she could to pretend to be the girl she once was. "You can't be angry with me for wanting to be the same person I've always been, Ron. Most of a year in a tent did not change my character enough to turn me into a slacker." She straightened, feeling both pleased with her composure and also with the fact that she'd been able to come up with a good enough sounding explanation to why she'd been disappearing with Malfoy, even in broad daylight. She'd have to speak with him about that.
A careful cough sounded from just to their side. Hermione whipped her head around to look at Harry, who had been pretending not to listen for the past few minutes. It had been impossible to continue, from a mere few feet away, and he sighed.
"Just shut up, the both of you. Ron, she's busy. Hermione has always been busy, going to the library and doing Prefect duties and hiding away elsewhere. And Hermione, a year in a tent may not have changed your character, but you and Ron weren't together sixth year, so things have changed a bit. I think he just wants to spend time with you."
She rolled her eyes, sitting beside Harry on the couch while Ron sat in a squashy armchair directly across from them.
"But he wants to spend all of our free time together. I have other obligations."
Ron grunted. "Like running off to skip and hold hands with Draco Malfoy every few days?"
"He's my patrol partner! That wasn't by choice, Ron, but if we're assigned extra duties and responsibilities I'm not going to turn them all down and abandon my post simply because I have to work with someone who, though incredibly annoying, also does his work just the same as you and I!"
She waited for Ron, who sat seething a mere few feet away, to respond. Instead, she watched his face fade to a deeper shade of crimson as his eyes darted up to the space above Hermione's head.
"Lighten up, Weasley. Your girlfriend and I have a little extra work to do. McGonagall's orders, of course. You can ask the Headmistress yourself, if you'd like. You know where the office is. We've been rerouting things, looking through old rulebooks and devising new punishments, and similar. I received a note from her just this morning, actually, and was going to mention it to Hermione now, but I think we can bypass that slight task to look instead into the punishments surrounding excessive noise and shouting in common rooms. What do you think, Weasley? Detentions? Lost House points? Lines? Bans from Quidditch? No puddings? Or might you be able to shut your mouth for a long enough period of time that the people you share a dormitory with might actually be able to hear themselves think for any extended period of time?"
Ron scowled, clamping his mouth shut and staying a strange shade of purple. Malfoy simply smirked, walking to the other side of the room flanked by Zabini and Smith. Hermione thanked her lucky stars that nothing worse had come from Malfoy's mouth, but when she saw the look on Harry's face, that all changed. He was looking at her in the strangest way, as if he couldn't quite tell if something was terribly wrong with her.
Ron then grumbled out something about changing before dinner, seeing as how he'd been actually doing his work for a few minutes before he'd decided to start an inquisition against Hermione. He stood, hands clenched into fists, before stomping off to the staircase to the boy's dormitories. Hermione watched until he disappeared, wishing she could fix what was happening between them. If Malfoy and his stupid knowledge of her curse hadn't gotten in the way, she'd have been able to sort out her feelings for Ron, to take time to find a physical facet to their relationship. She wouldn't have to be careful of every word she said around Ron and Harry.
Harry, of course, was simply staring at her, waiting for an explanation, a response, anything. His eyes were narrowed slightly, and she knew that he suspected that something was off. She knew that if he knew any more, or suspected anything greater, that he'd have said something much earlier.
Perfect, she thought. She wasn't just irritating and pushing away her boyfriend, she was alienating her best friend, as well. She sighed, leaning into him to rest her head on his shoulder.
"I'm just so busy, all the time. McGonagall does have myself and Malfoy doing more work than all of the other patrol groups, and on top of that I am going to take my NEWTs at the end of the year. I'm surprised that I don't spend one hundred percent of my time in the library, but between studying and prefect duties I do want time to spend with the two of you, even though it's usually spent finishing your essays and repeating lessons."
"You just don't want to snog Ron. That's what he's saying, anyway, that you want to still give it a try with him but you don't really try."
"I've told you, Harry. It just feels wrong sometimes. Like I should want to, but I just don't enjoy it. I've snogged other boys before, Harry, and it was infinitely different than snogging Ronald." An image of Draco's mouth pressed against hers, his tongue sliding against her own, came to the surface of her mind. She blushed, grateful for the fact that Harry wouldn't be able to see her face from this angle. She wished things could go back to normal, but something tugged at her brain that kept her grounded to the reality that was her life at the moment.
"I'm worried about you, is all. Ron says you've been acting strangely, and I see it too. You're not... you're not acting like yourself. You're darting around like you did in second year before the Basilisk, or in third when you had the time turner and were trying to keep that secret. I don't know if there's something else bothering you, but you know you can talk to me about anything, Hermione. You're my best friend and I care about you. I don't care if there's something between you and Ron, that's for the two of you to sort out, but... you're the one that's always been there. You never left, and I know you the best out of anyone here."
She could cry, if it wouldn't give her away. "I know, Harry. I know I can. But I've said my piece. That's all I have. I trust you."
"And I trust you. You can make the right decision, if you want to. End things with Ron. He'll be hurt, but he'll get over it, and at least the two of you can stop fighting all the time. Maybe it's just school. Things will be a lot different, once we're out of here. I bet Ron will want to stay at home for a while, but I'll want to get a flat for myself. You could be my flatmate, if you wanted. Somewhere close to the Ministry building, so I can start Auror training and you can start your climb to eventually end up as Minister for Magic."
She laughed lightly against his shoulder, musing lightly about their lives after school. About a time where she wouldn't be stuck in the castle with Draco Malfoy, the only one who knew her secret. She couldn't picture what her life would be like without her curse, without Draco and his orders. For the first time in her life, a tiny part of her cried out that it didn't matter, that what was happening was supposed to happen, but she quickly shook that away. Her life could go back to normal - or as normal as life was, around Harry.
"I don't know if I'll be Minister, but the rest sounds nice. I always sort of knew we'd stick together after school, anyway. It just makes sense."
"Of course it does." He nudged her shoulder, looking sideways at her. "We're best friends."
They sat like this for a long while, dreaming up a flat for themselves in London, their future careers, their lives, and for a moment Hermione was able to forget about her curse, her fight with Ron, and the fact that she had patrol that very night.
Then, she heard Malfoy from across the room, and the single blissful moment of peace she'd had since the beginning of the year shattered under the weight of his words.
"Granger, if you're done cuddling up to Potter on the couch, it's time to go. Get up. We've got work to do before dinner."
Damn.

What was it with her, anyway? He had complete control over her. He could make her do anything he wanted. And yet... she still had this control over the situation, her own drive to push back, to fight his influences. Feisty didn't even begin to cover it, she was a nightmare, always had been. The only difference now was that she was a nightmare with a perfect body that he could control with the shortest of commands.
She'd stomped off after him, but only after fully telling him off in the middle of the common room for being a royal pain. The entire room had hushed, and then spilled over in a swell of chuckles and exclamations. Granger telling him off like that was not part of the plan. She was a nuisance. Her boyfriend was a nuisance. And what was with her tendency to cuddle up to Potter, anyway? She seemed more affectionate with Harry than she did with Ron, which was troubling to Draco for no other reason than the fact that he thought that despite his control, he might still be getting played by Hermione's wit. Was there something between Hermione and Harry? Was that why she'd had a hard time snogging Ron, because she'd been on the side messing around with his best friend?
He said nothing as she followed him out of the common room, down three sets of stairs, and out to the most remote classroom he could think of. Once inside, he tried speaking twice before any coherent thoughts came to mind. When he finally spat the words out, he knew how ridiculous they sounded.
"Are you fucking around with Potter?"
As soon as he saw her face, he knew the truth. He'd assumed something far greater than he should have. He'd known, since the beginning, that Hermione was severely under-experienced. How could she have been messing around with Potter this entire time if she hadn't even been comfortable with anything physical before this year?
"How dare you! Harry is my best friend, you idiot! Nothing more. You've known, always known, that I've never done anything like this before with anyone, and certainly not Harry."
He shook his head, leaning against the wall. It had been blind rage that had forced the words from his mouth, but how could he say that to her without her thinking that he was unveiling a green-eyed monster that took the form of her best friend? Jealousy was far from why he asked it - at least, that's what he thought - but then what other reason was there for him caring so much about her physical proximity to Potter, to Weasley, to anyone? Hell, he'd gotten jumpy when he'd seen her talking to the She-Weasel at dinner a few nights prior. And unless Hermione had any curiosities that hadn't yet been discovered, Draco was sure he'd just been barking up a few odd trees. Or barking mad. Both.
"I... forgive me, it was only in a split second's frustration that I even thought you'd go for a scrawny idiot like Potter."
She huffed, throwing her head back once at his response. It was better than her earlier response, at least. She wasn't on the verge of killing him.
"You're such an idiot, Malfoy. What I do outside of your command is none of your business."
"It is my business, actually, given the fact that my command can extend to whatever reaches I'd like it to. To Potter, to your dorm mates, to anyone. If you ever forget that you're mine, that your decisions are mine, I can remind you."
There was a full silence that spanned, oh, who knew how long? Neither would speak. Neither had anything to say. Draco knew that they had reached a stalemate in their current arrangement. He could order her into a room, and depending on her mood she would either go willingly or curse his name on the way in and the way out. She would either enjoy his actions or be repulsed by them and by himself, and he had no control over how she felt, only how she moved against him.
Finally she rolled her eyes, turning towards him. "Any other reason you've dragged me out of my leisure time? Dinner is in a few minutes and I'd like to change. We have patrol tonight anyway, you could have accosted me then. I'm sure you will anyway."
He quickly realized there had been no reason at all. They were, as she said, mere minutes from dinner, and shortly after patrol would begin. He'd been thinking about it while standing around with his dorm mates, even, but the second he'd turned and seen her body fluidly pressed into Potter's side, he'd snapped.
Jealousy, he was realizing, was not so ridiculous after all.
"Just go, Granger. This never happened. I'll see you for patrol tonight." He turned into a corner, waiting to hear the snap of the door announce that she had left. But a few moments passed before it did, and he wondered what she was looking at or thinking beforehand.

Patrol that night had ended up being - well, less of Draco accosting her, and more of Draco grumbling about things and generally avoiding the topic of what had happened that afternoon.
It hadn't taken her long to figure it out, really. He'd been jealous. Draco Malfoy, jealous of Harry Potter because he thought he might be messing around with Hermione. When the word, that dirty word jealousy finally popped into her head, she'd nearly laughed. It sounded just about as ridiculous as it was, though of course it was probably the truth. You are mine. Yes, well, when under a curse she supposed she had no other option. She did what he said because her body forced her to. She had begun to enjoy it because, well, her body forced her to. But the fact remained that he did not control her mind, and it had driven him mad to think that she wanted Harry more than she wanted him - a prospect which, anyway, was absurd. If he wanted to be angry about Ron, he might have some reason - she technically was still his girlfriend - but the fact remained that she wasn't physically attracted to Ron, either.
She only had eyes for Ron, and yet only had want for Draco. It was sick, she knew, but she couldn't control how she felt. Worst of all was the realization that he'd been making gradual changes over the past few months - he'd gone from intimidating and frightening, to teasing and giving. He'd gone down on her - she blushed at the breakfast table - and then had only had to ask her to join to finish them both. He'd stopped torturing her, stopped refusing her orgasm. He'd been jealous of Potter.
She knew he wasn't in love with her, but he'd sure loved the way she said his name.
A few days had passed in moderate silence, neither of them broaching the topic. The same silence resonated through her conversations with Harry and Ron - neither wanting to have a conversation more serious than what they might do over Christmas break. They thought about plenty of days spent with plenty of food at The Burrow, time with the Weasleys, perhaps a few walks through snow and icy trees. Hermione wanted to go into the city, thinking that they could perhaps go for a few days, just the three of them, and that it might be good for them all. Harry did say he wanted to look for a flat, anyway, and it wouldn't be bad to figure out which neighborhoods he could afford and which they liked best. Perhaps they could talk Ron into living with them and...
And it was still so strange, to think about what might happen after the end of the year. It was as if she'd lived two entirely different lives by now - firstly the young girl following Ron and Harry around, finishing their essays and teaching them what she could. Fighting in the war. Learning more about herself than ever. Then there was this year... the summer after the war, the last few months with Draco. She felt entirely different than she had before, which she knew was to be expected, but she still had a hard time looking past June and into the rest of her life. What would it be like to live without this curse? Without Prefect duty and these mixed feelings - the highest of highs and the lowest of lows?
She shook her head over her breakfast, tossing aside the issue of the Daily Prophet that she hadn't really been reading. She hadn't slept well the night before. Harry and Ron were deep in conversation about Quidditch, and Hermione found herself looking across the room to the Slytherin table. Her eyes swept the benches, looking for the familiar shock of platinum hair, but she didn't see him. It was only moments later, when she heard the cough behind her, that she realized that there were only a few other places he could be - still in bed, in the Hospital Wing, or seeking her out.
"Granger."
"Malfoy?" She turned around to face him, face carefully set in a look of mild annoyance.
"I know it's early... classes are starting soon. But McGonagall has something she'd like for us to do before class today."
"Is it really necessary to do before class? I've got to go back up to my dormitory..."
"It is, she insists. She said we could have a pass on the first day's lessons if need be, but it really needs to be done today."
Hermione rolled her eyes, grabbing her bag. "Fine. If McGonagall says we must, let's go."
Harry and Ron looked at her inquisitively, and she simply rolled her eyes. "No idea."
She followed him out of the Great Hall, to the stairs, and up all the way to the Seventh Floor.
"Where are we going?" She struggled to keep up with him as he walked - his long legs made his gait seriously longer than hers.
"To the Headmistress's office. I wasn't lying."
Hermione opened her mouth, then shut it again. She'd been sure that he'd been luring her away from breakfast for a more... carnal reason. "Oh."
"She's got papers up there, she said I could grab them off her desk. It's the edited list of new routes and punishments. She made a few changes. She wants us to post them in the common rooms, the Great Hall, elsewhere. It could take a while..."
"Only if we did it without magic. I'm assuming you were forgetting magic."
He stopped outside the gargoyle statue, brows raised. "I guess she and I both did. She told me we'd have to walk around to them all."
Hermione rolled her eyes, giving what she knew to be the current password and stepping up the staircase quickly. "I'll get them, you wait here. We can send them out magically and be on our way."
However, when Hermione returned, stating the charm to send the stack of parchment to the appropriate places in Hogwarts, nothing happened. After two more tries, she groaned.
"She'll have charmed them so that we can't use magic on them - likely to keep them from getting defaced or pranked. But it also keeps us from sending them out. We'll really have to walk everywhere."
Draco simply nodded, following her on her route. She turned once or twice to make sure he was still there, he was so quiet. But he remained a step or two behind her for some time before she stopped, noticing a very peculiar difference in how she felt when she walked. She whirled around to face him, the stack half gone.
"Have you been messing with my skirt?"
In reply he simply grinned, slipping his wand back into his sleeve. "Why, does it feel a little breezier under there?"
"You've been shortening my skirt while we walk! That's why you've been walking behind me, I thought it was unusual."
"I do not mind watching you walk. That's the truth. A skirt short enough to show a peek at your rear is a definite improvement. You should keep it this short all the time, Granger. You'd definitely have more friends this way..."
She slid her own wand out, watching her skirt lengthen another two or three inches before she deemed it satisfactory. "There. Shorter, but my bum isn't hanging out. Happy?"
"Deliriously."
She could slap him, if she wasn't oddly flattered by the whole thing. He just liked watching her skirt swing, and certainly wasn't embarrassed about it. Perhaps this was his way of smoothing over the catastrophe from the week before. She hoped so...
When the last of the notices had been tacked up in the appropriate places, the first lesson of the day had come and gone, and the second was nearly halfway through. A small paper bird of a memo had joined up with them on the third floor outside a busy classroom. The Headmistress only wanted to tell them to take their time to finish the work, that they would also be excused from their second classes of the day if needed.
"Still have a while before the second class ends..." Draco said this without looking at her.
"Indeed we do. Perhaps I'll return to my dormitory, then. I've got work to catch up. Maybe I'll try and find some coffee in the Great Hall, I didn't get to finish mine this morning and I'm awfully exhausted."
"Nonsense. Come with me."
She felt her legs betray her, dragging her along behind him. She could have used the caffeine, but if he was in a better mood, she was in no place to disagree with him.
It another abandoned classroom, he locked the door behind them, pulled a small curtain over the tiny window in the wooden door, and then turned towards her.
"Right. We've got some time before the next class, and you thwarted my skirt plan."
"Anyone could have been out of class and seen. How would that have looked?"
"Like I'm a pervert, for one, and like you're oblivious."
"And only the first one would have been true."
"Though you did remain oblivious for quite some time. I'd been working on it for nearly an hour."
She rolled her eyes. "Fine. But not in public. If anyone saw anything, you know this would not go well."
"I'm well aware, Granger. But since you ruined my fun earlier, I insist you treat me. Walk over to that desk over there." He pointed to one in the middle of the classroom. She stepped towards it, facing it, and heard him walk up behind her.
"Good, now... I want you to slowly, slowly pull your panties down. Leave them around your ankles, if possible. Go on."
She bent at the waist, dragging the material down her hips, her legs, and letting the lacy pair rest around her ankles. She felt her skirt shift again - he'd shortened it, naturally, so that her bum was just peeking out the bottom. She could see a bulge rising in his pants, and his hand drifted to it.
"Yes. Interesting. What shall we do next... oh! Just the idea. I want you to unbutton your shirt, and remove it and your bra."
She deftly unbuttoned her blouse, tossing it on the next desk and unclasping her bra before tossing it the same way. She was now clad only in her school skirt, with her panties around her ankles, and her shoes. Draco stepped in closer, placing one hand on her waist. With the other, he flicked open his belt and the button on his trousers.
"Bend over the table, hands over your head."
She felt herself bending at the waist, gasping slightly when the cool surface of the desk came in contact with her breasts. She watched Draco walk to the side of the table, looking at her from the side. His trousers had fallen slightly, and he pushed them down with one hand while he wrapped the other around his cock. Her fingers curled around the opposite side of the desk, which remained cold, eliciting a response from her nipples. The same response caused a wet sensation between her legs. She gritted her teeth - the table was freezing, the air was that of a cold winter, but he just watched her, naked, while pulling at himself slowly.
"Perfect. I could just... but I won't." She watched him drop himself only long enough to slip off his sweater and shirt. "See, Granger, there are many things I could do to you right now. Many, many things I'd enjoy doing. But my goal here is not for you to hate me, it's to completely undo you, from the base up. I've already won you over on one thing you weren't sure about doing - and your grinding against my face proved that quite well - but I always wonder how you'd respond if..." He walked back behind her, letting the shaft of his cock go, and it slapped down onto her rear. She started, her head arching up, but she was altogether surprised again when he picked it up, bent his knees slightly, and pressed the head between her moist lips, dampening it while he slid over her opening "...If I just pushed right in." He made a motion like he might, pushing his hips forward until just the very tip of his cock slid into her opening. She cried out, partially from fear and partially from desire. She couldn't tell the difference anymore half the time, it all felt just as rich.
"I see... you aren't sure... well, that doesn't change the fact that you want to. That you want this." He slid himself through her lips once more, this time spreading her legs quickly with his hand and pressing his head through her wet lips, forward, until he felt the nub of nerve endings meet the smooth skin of his head.
She writhed on the table, breasts pressed hard against the surface. She wanted to. She did. But...
"Oh, I think I've got it. You want me to wait, is that it?"
She didn't answer. She couldn't speak. She was torn between trying to protect her innocence, and pushing her hips backward so that he might finally enter her.
"You want it for a Christmas present. Is that it? Have you been waiting, like a good little girl, for Draco to give you his gift?"
She arched against the table as his head slipped through her lips again, positioned at her opening. When she found herself unable to move enough to grind against him, she made a decision - to hell with it. If she'd wanted to move, only to not be able to, she knew what she wanted.
"Yes."
She felt his cock twitch at her opening, from excitement or from startling Draco, she couldn't tell. Though startle him she did - she heard him let out a shaky breath while he slid his cock up and down, from between her soft lips, up to her opening, and even slightly past that, to an area Hermione wasn't entirely sure she wanted to explore.
"Well, Granger. Ask and you shall receive. Though of course, I wouldn't want to be late with your gift, so there are really only two options - I can give it to you over break, if you can arrange to sneak out and meet me, or I can give it to you before break, while we are still in this castle. I think that's a nice touch, don't you?"
"Y-yes... before." She moved her hips ever so slightly, inciting more movements from him. In an instant, his cock was gone, and she turned around to see where he'd gone just in time to feel his fingertips toying around at her entrance.
She knew what it meant - before break. It was practically already December, and the train would be leaving for those who wished to leave in less than three weeks. Before she had time to dwell on that fact, he thrust his fingers into her, sliding them in and out before taking them out, slipping them over her most sensitive spot, only to pull them back and dive into her again and again. She felt his erection hard against her bottom, and for a while she ached for it, wished that break would come sooner so that she could finally experience this. Instead she felt his other hand raise to meet himself, and she felt his knuckles bump against her while he stroked himself in time with his fingers inside her. Once or twice he lost his rhythm, and had to start again, and it only prolonged her peak.
Just before she found herself on the edge, he pulled away, ordering her to flip over on the table onto her back, with her head over the side. He slid her skirt off her hips, down her legs. He walked over to her head drooped off the edge, and ran the head of his cock around her lips.
"Open wide, Granger. You can't have your present yet, but I'll give you a little taste..."
Her mouth opened to accommodate him, and she felt his length glide over her tongue. He muttered that he forbid her to gag, again, just before pressing into the back of her throat. His entire length slid into her mouth, and she ran her hand between her legs, to pleasure herself if he would not do it...
But his hand covered hers. "Ah, ah... I have another special sort of treat. Consider it my thank you for allowing us both to set a date to finally see this through. Place your hands under your hips." He reached for his wand on the desk behind him, never leaving her mouth. Wordlessly, so that she could not hear what he had used, he flicked his wand in the direction of her hips.
It was instantaneous, and unlike anything she'd ever felt before. A pleasant humming feeling - less intense than what she'd heard about vibrators and the like. It seemed to be coming from the least sensitive places, with the warm humming feeling radiating out to the places she knew would bring her over the edge. She felt the sensation grow slightly stronger as each minute passed, while Draco held her head, sliding himself into her throat, then out of her mouth entirely, letting his saliva-covered shaft slip across her face. She knew that would be a mess to clean up, but she could handle it. And whatever he'd just cast on her more than made up for it. It seemed to be pulsating softly, never staying the same for too long, pleasuring her and yet prolonging her eventual explosion. While he thrust into her mouth, she felt her breasts bounce, undulating upwards and downwards under his gaze. Her nipples were almost painfully hard from the cold of the room.
Draco kept a grip on his wand, though he wove his fingers through her hair as he slid himself in waves over her tongue. When she pursed her lips over him, she thought the pressure might finish him while he gasped for breath, uttering her name in a low moan. After several minutes that were simply not long enough, she felt him grow that slightest bit harder, and as she prepared herself for the first spurt to shoot into her mouth...
He pulled out, allowing his semen to jet out over her naked body. She felt the warm liquid smack against her flat stomach, against her breasts, which were just stopping movement, and all the way down to her hips, landing just shy of her lower lips. She wondered if he would let her finish, she felt so close already, but before she had time to look at him or ask, he had flicked his wand again and the pulsing turned into a heavy shake of a movement. The change in pace did indeed, finally, finish her off. She cried out as her hips bucked upward against the sensation of the spell, drawing out her orgasm, shaking her to the core. It seemed she was in this state for ages, before she sensed Draco lifting his wand, lazily waving it, and ending whatever enchantment he'd placed between her legs.
She gasped for breath, letting her lungs fill properly before moving herself from the desk. She sat up slightly, rolling off the side, and simply stared at him a moment, her mind not quite normal again.
"Did you enjoy that, bookworm?"
She hesitated before nodding sheepishly, reaching down for her clothes. She found her wand, used a cleaning spell to remove his seed from her skin, and dressed quickly.
"It's almost... almost time for the third lessons. Time to go."
He smirked at her, calmly buckling his trousers and belt, sliding his shirt and sweater back on. "It is indeed... it is a sad thing, though, that you can use a simple cleaning spell to wipe away any evidence of this morning." He tucked a piece of hair behind her ear before turning on his heel, heading for the door. "I would have liked for you to have had to walk around, all day, with the sticky mess that just happened, left on your breasts."
He left her, still panting, half dressed, in an abandoned classroom on the third floor. Her head was spinning. What had she just agreed to? What spell had he just used on her? And, she felt her cheeks flush at the thought, might he do it again, soon?
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