I know I'm working on another story, but I really wanted to write this one! It's all sorts of bad though and contains lots of sex. So, if you are underage please do not read this!
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The way their affair started was bizarre. Their relationship - if you could even call it that - was based on one action. The action.
Hermione wasn't expecting much when she roamed the library one late night. She certainly didn't expect to see Draco Malfoy sitting on the floor in a corner. She definitely didn't expect to see him wanking off. Yes, that's right. She saw him wanking. She knew it was wrong to look, but she never actually saw one up close. A dick, that is.
And the noises he was making, it made her insides tingle. She felt herself getting aroused and couldn't help but rub her thighs together. Her eyes shot open at the action and she mentally scolded herself. She should've walked away, but… But, she couldn't.
She wanted to touch him. To reach out to him and maybe just…
"What are you doing?" she asked with a small whisper before clamping a hand around her mouth. Draco turned his head around, his silver eyes staring at her in horror. He looked back town at what he was doing and back at her again.
"Excuse me, but are you mental?" he sneered at her. He hit his head on the shelf behind him in defeat. "This is just so fucking perfect."
"Do you need help?" Hermione felt herself walking towards him and found Draco's legs between her feet.
"What are you doing, Granger?" he asked, his mean demeanor was being to fade and his face was starting to show some fear, although he couldn't help but enjoy the view and looked up her skirt. She was wearing a dark purple lacy number. He felt himself regain the blood he just lost.
"I-I think we can help each other." She whispered once again; she knelt down to straddle him. Her courage was getting the best of her and she couldn't back down now. She knew this is what she wanted.
He could smell her now; a mix of old books with the scent that came from flowers that newly bloomed. He couldn't help but bury his nose in her neck to sniff her even better. He let out a moan as she wrapped a hand around him and could feel his head be wrapped by the soft edges of her entrance.
"This isn't something we should do." He gulped, but couldn't bother to push her away. The way he curls wrapped around her soft face. Her golden eyes were looking mischievous and contained lust. They were enemies. He hated her and she hated him. At least, that's what they both thought. But now, now he could feel her push down on him.
"Just enjoy it, okay?" she said, trying to smile but he noticed her pained expression She could feel herself being stretch by him as she lowered herself.
"Are you a virgin?" He whispered worriedly, his hands going around her hips to try to stop her. She lowered herself abruptly until he was all the way inside her. Both of them let out groans and looked each other in the eye. Hers were beginning to water and he couldn't help but rub them dry.
"Not anymore." She smirked at him. He smirked back and tried to kiss her lips, but her hand blocked his way.
"Let's just focus on this." She whimpered out, trying to regain her composure and control. He nodded in return and let her do what she felt comfortable. The way she tried to move up and down was pure bliss. He couldn't help but tremble underneath her. His reaction was to move up against her and she moaned against his ear.
Soon, they fell into a movement that was comfortable between them. She rocked against him, trying to get him in and out of her as fast as she could.
He tried to control his urge to blow a load into her. He decided to busy his hands and rub her breasts, making her moan a little louder.
Hermione looked into Draco's eyes as his hands roamed against her. She felt his hand wrap around her waist and pinch her ass, which made her giggle and smack his arm. She saw the humor in his eyes, something that's been missing once they started their sixth year. He smiled, as he closed his eyes and threw his head backwards. She couldn't help but begin to kiss his neck, sucking his pulse lightly.
"I thought you didn't want kissing."
"Just not on the lips."
"So, I can do it anywhere else?" he asked, taking her palm and pressed it against his lips. He looked at her in the eye and she moved harder against him. "Fuck you, Granger. You're gonna make me cum."
"I thought you were already fucking me?" she asked innocently. He groaned out, before moving his hand down to her most sensitive spot. She opened her mouth in protest, but nothing came out. He rubbed her even more once he felt her beginning to tighten around him.
"I want you to come, okay?"
"Come with me then." She said, pressing their foreheads together. He didn't have time to respond. The moment he felt her insides close in on him is when he lost all sense of control. Her quiet moan and the shape of her perfectly plump mouth made him go insane. He drained himself inside of her and felt their mixture of juices flowing out as she went to go stand up. Her legs were trembling. He stood up along next to her, pulling his wand out. He performed a quick scourgify spell on the both of them and looked at Hermione. Her blouse was ruffled and her skirt was hitched up higher than what he was used to seeing.
He couldn't help but smile when he saw her blush.
"Granger?" he whispered, before she had the guts to gather her stuff and leave.
"Yes, Malfoy?" she said, looking up at him.
"You weren't the only virgin before our little tryst." He smirked at her and silently walked away from her shocked expression.
That was about a week ago, she thought to herself. He was sitting in front of her in their Arithmancy class. He didn't look her in the eye after that night and she felt herself feeling disappointed.
I can't do this, her thoughts scolded, I have so much schoolwork and I need to help out Harry. I don't have time for a stupid little crush.
She felt herself frowning as she worked on the problems on the parchment in front of her. As she worked out the problems, she could feel a gaze looking at her. She looked up at Draco's eyes, seeing him smirk and making her heart skip.
"Granger, I need help. Do you think you could stop scribbling furiously over there and give me a hand?" he said, almost bored. She furrowed her brows together, but went to go help him. It took about fifteen minutes for them to sort out the problem together, before they noticed that everyone had already left the room.
"Oh no, I told Ron and Harry I would go and meet them before lunch." She said, putting her papers and quills in her bag. Before she could put her bag around her shoulder, Draco pulled it away from her.
"Can we talk real quick?" he asked, looking solemn. She nodded slowly, yet her heart was racing. He looked at her in the eyes, before dropping his gaze to a spot on the floor. He bit his lip, before looking her in the eyes again. "I have a proposition for you."
"Okay, and what's that?" she asked, trying to keep herself under control.
"I think, we should continue…helping each other out." His cool look intimidated her. She was absolutely bewildered.
"Why?"
"It's been… stressful for me. This year, I mean. So far." His hand twitched, she noticed. His face did look gray and sullen. Bags formed under his eyes and his hair didn't have its usual sheen. She noticed his clothes were starting to droop loosely around him.
"It'll be wrong."
"I know."
"We would have to keep it extremely secret. I mean, we hate each other for Merlin's sake." She rattled out, fussing over her hands. Draco took both of her hands in his and stared her in the face.
"I know that, Granger. I'm not daft. I just think it would be beneficial for the both of us, don't you think? With everything going on?"
She looked at their hands and looked back at his eyes. They were still the same silver she always knew, so full of pride and ambition.
"Okay, let's do it. I just have my own condition."
"And what is that?"
"No kissing allowed."
And so their affair began.
