The swish of silk woke him, and groggily he stirred as a soft, cool hand caressed his naked thigh exposed to the drafty castle air. "Dee… wake up…" a voice whispered in his ear, followed by a soft kiss to his neck. His hand whipped up to clutch a handful of hair, and pulled the face back down as it withdrew; kissing the lips that just a moment ago raised goose bumps on his flesh. Passionately they both moaned, and entwined themselves to each other. "Dee… not here… they'll wake up and we'll be caught…" her voice whispered frantically. He growled and bit her lip, pushing her off him as he sat up and ran a hand through his hair. "Well, where to now?" he inquired, shooting her a frustrated look. Meeting his eyes she grinned. "Back to the Dungeons, the Room of Requirement, I rather enjoyed the bullwhip that was there the other night by the way, or the Shack" She said wickedly, getting a slap to the back of the head in response. In a flash he was out of bed, clutching her by the arm and down the hall they went, silent as ghosts.
Shutting the door and bolting it behind them, Draco whipped around to find Hermione already naked and lounging on her stomach across the low velvet-covered bed that appeared in the room, surrounded by candles. His eyes blazed at her as she looked back at him, that devilish smile that no one had seen but him. In a few quick movements he removed his dressing robe and stood before her, his pale skin and hair glowing in the candlelight. "Don't move," he growled as he slunk slowly on top of her, nibbling up her body, making her whimper as he did so.
"God, Hermione… why do you drive me so crazy… all I've wanted to do all day was this…" he whispered as he dragged his fingers across her thighs, and into the warm, wet crevice of her pussy. She arched her back, moaning as he stroked her inside and out, nibbles turning to passionate bites on her upper back and neck. "Yes…. Oh God Draco, don't tease me tonight… please." She said between gasps, his stroking turning from gentle to rough. She could feel his hard cock against her ass, and wiggled so it slid nearer to want she wanted. He chuckled and moved so she couldn't get her way so easily. "Uh uh… I wanna do something I haven't done yet." He taunted. Flipping her on her back he threw her legs behind her head, and pinning her still, as he lowered his head to her pussy, and nibbled on her clit. She cried out, shuddering and thrusting her hips at him. He drove his tongue into her, over and over as he pinched and stroked her clit. Near screaming at his antics, she thrust her hips harder and faster. Near her climax he stopped, and she growled frustrated at him. Mounting her, he thrust his cock deep inside her, throwing her legs over his shoulders as she dug her nails into his ass.
"Oh, yes, Draco… fuck me baby!" she cried in his ear as he bit her neck hard. He obliged her, thrusting harder and harder, pounding her insides as hard as he could. Both near screaming in passion, she came first, her juices exploding around his cock, muscles milking him hard. He shuddered and bit her nipple, still thrusting as he came soon after her.
They lay still, he still atop and inside her, breathing hard. "God damn…" she whispered, panting, "Why do you drive me so crazy?"
He chuckled, shaking his head. "I wonder that myself… no one would believe this has been happening since third year. Crabbe thinks I'm boning Pansy, and Goyle thinks I may be gay."
She laughed. "Ginny is of the impression I'm sleeping with a 7th year who can break me in half by the look of him, and Harry and Ron refused to acknowledge I'm not a virgin." They laughed heartily, and started to dress.
"Same time tomorrow night, love?" Draco asked her, helping her lace her nightgown back in place, planting a hot, passionate bite on her shoulder blade. "Hmmm, oh yes. This time, I'm on top."
Hand in hand they left the room, the door disappearing behind them, and split up outside the Great Hall. "Maybe we should try the Quidditch Field when it gets warmer." Draco sneered at her before departing, leaving her quivering as she walked away as well.
"Goodnight, my forbidden secret…"
"Goodnight," he whispers so only the ghosts of the students past could hear, "my redeemer."
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"Hermione, why the bloody hell are you so tired lately? I see you nodding off in class all the time, even in Defense Against the Dark Arts!" Ron poked her, whispering as not to alert Snape who patrolled study hall.
She flicked his shoulder, irritated that he even asked. "I told you I have a social life, it's just a nocturnal one. Why do you care? You were the same way last year when you had that fling with Pavarti. At least I didn't start snoring in Transfiguration." She snapped quietly, Harry snickered beside her as Ron's face turned crimson.
"Told you, mate." He whispered, earning a flick from Hermione himself.
Ron grumbled and looked back to his notes, stealing glances at Hermione's neck. "Looks like you got hit with a bludger…" he whispered to no one, causing Hermione to pull her collar up.
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Halfway down the Great Hall at another table, Draco was being unusually quiet, according to his friends. He kept fiddling with his quill, staring off into space, earning strange looks from Crabbe, who kept glancing at Pansy as if trying to prove his theory. She was no help, looking at Draco and visibly trying not to cry. Elbowing Goyle, he whispered, "So who do you think it is making him so calm lately? And don't say what I know you're going to say because its bollocks." Goyle shrugged, clearly torn on his own opinion of his friends' behavior.
"I'm not going to admit anything, so shove off the both of you." Draco growled after turning back to his homework, trying to look as if he was only debating on what to write next. "You'd better get back on the Potions homework, you're both near failing as it is." Earning raised eyebrows from anyone in earshot that Draco actually cared about schoolwork, they shook their heads.
"I hope you're discussing better grammar, boys." Came the silky voice of Snape, who stopped and hovered behind them.
Draco glanced up at his teacher and shrugged. "All I was saying is they needed to get back to work and quit whispering about things, sir." Snape nodded, and slunk away to surprise a few Ravenclaws passing notes. Draco glared at his friends, and packing up his books, got up and headed out to the grounds.
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Later that night, Hermione was dozing off in the Common Room when a small tapping woke her. She looked about, finally pinpointing the noise to the lower window near the stairs. She peeked out, and spotted Draco from the roof across from the tower, enchanting rocks to rise up and hit the glass. He shot her a wicked smile, and motioned for her to meet him in the gardens below, then jumped on his broom and dove down in the air. She smiled to herself, and making sure no one was around, ran to meet him.
He was laying on the edge of the small fountain, arms folded behind his head. She came and sat before him, and he turned and laid his head on her lap. She gave him a queer look, as he only did this when they had a serious discussion.
"I don't want to stay my last year…" he admitted softly. "All this going on… don't really want any part of it." Hermione paused in her stoking his hair. They'd agreed never to speak of these things when their affair first started, for detachment purposes.
"Dee… why are you telling me this? Didn't we say that…" but he didn't let her finish. He pulled her down and kissed her deeply, stopping any thought process on what he had said. She groaned, clutching his hair, earning a bite to her lip. Breaking the kiss he sat up and looked her in the eyes.
"I tell you this because I… oh I don't know… things have gotten hard to stick to lately. You're all I think about lately and it's really frustrating me." He looked away.
She gulped, and took a breath. "Maybe we should end this before it really complicates things…" she whispered, half hoping he didn't hear her. He went still then, and in a whirl of movement grabbed her by the arms and stared at her. "Never say that again. You want to know why? Because I bloody well love you and I know it's treason against my family and everything I'm supposed to stand for to love you. I tried not to, I tried to pretend the sex was just sex, but when 4th year was over and I went home, I couldn't sleep for weeks. I just stayed in my room or went out on my broom for so long my mother thought I'd run away. You drive me insane, and change every way I've ever looked and thought about everything… which drives me even farther up the wall." He bit his lip, glaring fiercely at her.
Eyes wide and heart pounding, she gulped again. "I… um… well, I have to second that confession…" she replied meekly, cheeks blazing.
He blinked a few times, as if trying to let her admission sink it. He got up and dragged her on his broom with him. "Come on, we're going for a ride." He situated her against his back, making sure she had a firm grip on his waist, her legs wound around his, and kicked off the ground, flying high and away from the castle.
High above the gardens looking out from a window, a face half hidden in shadow watched them leave, a face stricken with surprise and somewhat disgust before receeding into the shadows.
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