The Classroom
The room was hot, and dark, and filled with obstacles like chairs and other things that were nothing but a nuisance to the two bodies that stumbled into the room, barely able to keep their hands off each other. He was leading her forward, his hands everywhere they shouldn't be, and she obtained more bruises from walking into all those chairs than should have been necessary.
"Draco...Draco, you can't lead me around like this, your eyes are closed," she said, her voice growing hoarse as he dipped his curious hand into the front of her open blouse.
"Watch me," he murmured, his lips dangerously close to the skin of her neck.
She giggled and did not protest as he picked her up by her waist and plumped her down on top of the desk they had walked into three seconds before. "No, it's you who should be watching me," she said.
He smirked, and ran gentle fingertips up and down her arms until she got goose-bumps. "Which I am always glad to do. But right now I don't want to look at you, Hermione. I want to touch you."
She hooked her bare legs around his waist, unbuttoning his shirt as he unbuttoned hers. She rubbed her hands over the smooth skin of his chest, feeling its willing twinge under her touch. She could hardly see him; the room was completely dark save for what little light the moon would allow, but this was the way she liked it. It was dangerous, sexy...so unlike her.
Her hands found his hair, and she pulled his face closer to envelop his entire mouth in a deep kiss. Both dizzy and quite lightheaded from the impact, their mouths enjoyed each other slowly and passionately, gradually growing fiercer and hungrier until the fast-paced smacks and electrifying flicks of their tongues left him on top of her on the desk, breathing raggedly into each others' faces.
His eyes searched hers, willing her to know what he wanted to ask. He brought swollen lips down onto her forehead almost gently, awaiting a response to his unasked question. Looking at her again, she gave the tiniest indication of a nod, her eyes curious and her top teeth pressing into the tender flesh of her lower lip.
A slow smile spread over his face, and hers, and he suddenly took great pleasure in undressing her. Keeping his touch almost painfully light, as to increase the sensation, her open blouse left her body completely, and then her skirt was on the floor, and then came her stockings and undergarments. She lay beneath him completely naked, and, shedding himself of his own clothing, he began to have his way with her.
They played, touched, kissed, licked, pushed, and gripped in a torrential surge of passionate lust, wanting nothing more than to have each other in every way a person could have another. Hermione's hair snarled from being touched too much and Draco hit his head on the desk when they switched places and she took over, and it was still dark and they couldn't see, they could only feel, feel everything, harder, more, touching and kissing and oh, it felt so good tonight.
When they were done and both very satisfied, they stayed on the desk, laying together, his head on her chest, kissing her breasts gently as she stroked his white-blond hair.
"I should go back to my dormitory," she said quietly after a few minutes. He could tell by her voice that she didn't really want to leave. "It's getting late."
He sighed, letting her up. "If that's what you want," he said.
She put her clothes back on, met with some distraction when he tried to take them off her again. "Tomorrow night?" she asked, her eyes bright.
He kissed her. "Tomorrow night."
She bit her lip and turned to leave, smiling wide. "Dream of me tonight," she called as she walked out, faintly hearing him reply that he always did.