Hermione laughed loudly at Harry's antidote, head thrown back and eyes alight with pleasure at being with her friends again. "We've missed you Hermione!" Ron gave her a half-hug and a big grin, settling his arm around her shoulders and pulling her into his side. The best friends continued chatting and catching up, but Hermione couldn't shake the feeling he was watching her.
She perused the room and her gaze caught the glare of Draco Malfoy, hidden in the shadows; silver orbs turned black with the intensity of his anger. She could feel it radiating across the room; she shivered. Ron pulled her closer and rubbed her bare arms, muttering unheard words of concern. His anger had reached a boiling point, their connection was broken when he turned on his heel and disappeared out the room. She was compelled to follow.
"I've just got to use the ladies room." Hermione muttered, not hearing or caring what her friends answers were. She quickly vacated the room and practically ran down the corridor. Draco caught her arm and yanked her into the alcove, pressing her body roughly against the cold stone and moulding his lips to hers without a word. The kiss was passionate, aggressive, rough.
They broke apart for air and Hermione wound her arms around Draco's neck, dragging his face down to her level. "Jealous?" Her tone was smug.
"Yes. Don't ever mention that ginger prick again. You. Are. Mine." He growled, puncturing each word with thrust of his hips. Eyes smouldering at hers he swooped down and capturing her mouth aggressively. His tongue slipped into her mouth and claimed it, marking each sides of the hot cavern as his own. His hand shoved up her skirt and cupped her arse, erratically thrust his hips against hers so she could feel his growing erection. "Got that?"
"Yes," She moaned breathily, "Only yours." Her moans increased in pitch and intensity when his mouth found her breasts. Hot air turning her nipples into pebbles that grew painful as he licked them, twirling his tongue around them. Hermione elicited a moan from Draco when she raked her nails across his scalp, grasping her lovers blond locks as pressure started to mount.
"Whose?" His tone was dark, domineering. And she loved it. She opened her mouth to reply when three of his fingers slid into her most sacred place. They started mimicking the act of sex, sliding in and out of her soaking centre. Hermione hips moved frantically in time with his hands, desperately seeking a release. Then he stopped all movement, a dark, sensuous smirk creeping up his cheeks. "Whose are you darling?" He's blackened eyes challenged her; leaving her dripped all over his hands.
"Yours Draco, I'm yours." She half-sobbed, desperately grinding her body against his hand.
He smiled in satisfaction.
Undoing his belt-buckle with one hand he let his trousers and boxers drop at the same time as he withdrew his hand. Hermione's whimper turned into a scream as he thrust his length inside her and started pounding in and out. He ripped off her bra and started feasting on her breasts, roughly biting and sucking them. Claiming them as his. Her moans became louder and intermingled with swear words as he continued to hit her g-spot. Sensing they were body her, Draco hitched own of her shapely thighs around her naked waist to give him a better angle-he was rewarding by Hermione screaming his name to the heavens, begging for the release that only he could give her. He loved watching her come undone. One more driving thrust and a string of expletives left the brunette's mouth as they tumbled off the peak together, sweating bodies clenched around each other, stars exploding behind closed lids.
"Yeah that's right darling, all mine."