Hi guys, so basically I've been focusing more on my main and first fan fic: Hate vs love (TMI) which I am hoping to finish soon. I needed to take a break from that one however so here's another lemon.
"STUPEFY!" she screamed flicking her wand behind her blindly.
"Petrificus Totalum!" he yelled missing her ear by inches.
By now she was sweating, she had to find someone to hide. She was turning corners at random hoping to god she wouldn't run into a dead end. She head him puffing loudly and he sounded further and further away. She was now two whole turns ahead of him. Enough time for her to find a hiding place.
"Impedimenta," she called aiming behind her yet again.
"Impervius," he yelled which caused her to stumble forward a bit. She rounded another corner.
She happened upon a long corridor. Yes! The Room of Requirement! She walked as fast as she could begging the wall for somewhere to hide of face of Draco Malfoy. Finally a door opened and she was through, but just as she closed it she heard someone rounding the corner.
She ran to the other side of the room and fell into a fighting stance. Draco threw the door open and came at her. "Avifors!" she yelled a fraction of a second after Draco.
"Expelliarmus!"
Her wand flew into his hand. She stumbled slightly and then there was silence. Oh god, oh god, oh god, her mind chanted. What is he going to do to me? He was shaking with anger. He raised a finger to point it at her.
"I am nothing like my father you bitch! I will never be anything like him. Don't you dare say that ever again!" he stalked towards her and was now up in her face.
She didn't dare breathe let alone move. She was already backed against the wall with only a few centimetres parting them. She blushed furiously at their proximity. She had only been this close to Victor and all they had done was kiss. She waa being ridiculous. She was not going to let him control her. She shoved hard against him.
"I'll say what I want Malfoy, "she snarled warningly. "You are like your father, you've tortured me for years. Do you expect that to just go away?" she said sarcastically. He looked at her with mixed emotions. She stared at him in what she hoped was a defiant glare but in his eyes she saw regret, sadness, exhaustion and anger. Eventually the anger won out.
"I am nothing like my father," he said quietly. He was so calm and collected that it scared her. It reminded her of a snake, silent and preparing to strike. She tried to jump out of the way but he grabbed her by the waist and swung her back.
He caught her wrists and shoved her against the wall, swinging her hands up above her head. She bucked against him but that just made him freeze. She stopped too. They both realised their closeness and Draco's face flushed slightly. He locked eyes with her and they both looked at each other with confusion. Not understanding why they weren't fighting.
She saw it in his eyes, the exhaustion. It was back. She was tired too. This war was taking its toll on both of them. They both moped around all day like the walking dead. She studied the bags under his eyes and the lankness of his hair. His skin was pale, well paler than usual. And his grey eyes had lost their mischievous sparkle. She found herself missing it. Missing him the way he had been. Even if it was just their usual banter, it always filled him with life.
She understood his state because she shared the same problems. She had been getting no sleep, her hair had lost its shine and was now wavy instead of curly. Her skin was paling due to the sun's absence because she spent most of her time inside practicing charms and spells that could be of use to her in battle. Her eyes were dead. They looked like mere ghosts of the warm brown eyes that previously resided there.
She looked back up at him and reached one hand into his hair. He gave her a look of utmost surprise. They both needed to feel she decided. They had both been dead for so long now and they had a talent for bringing each other to life. If anyone was going to fix her it was him.
She let her other hand break free from his hold and trace his cheek, she cupped it and worked little circles into it with her thumb. She saw wonder emanating from his eyes as he stared at her. His face blushed slightly and it was a lovely sight. She smiled and looked back into his eyes.
"You're beautiful when you blush," she whispered. And just like that he lost control. He grabbed her legs and pulled them up around his waist and buried his head in her neck, his arms came around her and hugged her to him like that. She hugged him back until he pulled away slightly to look at her.
"You're beautiful, blushing or not," he whispered near her ear. She pulled back and grinned at him. She didn't want to make this easy. She wanted to banter, to joke, to spring that life back up in him.
"Really because I'm pretty sure the words used to be filthy mudblood," she said giving him a smile to let him know she was joking. He started kissing her neck and she sighed contently.
"I only said that because I liked you and I thought you were gorgeous and I was scares," he said.
She pulled back and looked at him incredulously. "But this started in first year, you don't mean to say you've liked me ever since first year?" she asked. He blushed and looked at the floor and she laughed.
She lowered herself out of his embrace. "That's cute, "she said leaning up and kissing his cheek. He rolled his eyes.
"Please don't ever call me cute, I am a man not a kitten," he said glowering down at her.
"Cute," she sung walking past him to a bed that had materialised out of nowhere. He raised and eye brow at her. When she turned her back he swept towards her, shoving her gently. She shrieked and then giggled when she was laid on the bed.
He jumped on top of her, straddling her. "Am I cute now?" he asked knowing shed probably still say yes since she was stubborn that way.
"Nope you're sexy now," she whispered. He was taken off guard and looked back into her eyes. They were smouldering and filled with lust. Well he hadn't been expecting that. He wondered where all his anger from moments ago had gone. He mused that her easy acceptance of him had quelled his desire to prove he wasn't his father.
He could only stare at her when she gave him that look. "I…" he said failing in finding words to answer her with.
"Come here," she said gently. Her voice sounded like silk, smooth and sexy. He leant towards her and she flipped them so she was on the top. He gasped and then remained silent. She shed her school top and skirt. Now only wearing her lace black bra and panties and her tie and high socks. He was practically drooling over her.
She was absolutely perfect in every way. Smooth creamy skin, curves in all the right places, decent breasts which were sprinkled lightly with freckles and a plump bottom. What made it even more alluring was that she didn't seem to work to keep her body this way, it was just her natural form. He gripped her hip in one hand and her hair with the other and pulled her down to kiss her. When their lips met it was like fireworks went off. His hand tangled in her soft curls as her warm body pressed down into his.
Her body melted into his, he tasted like pepper, spices and other dark amazing things. His scent and taste invaded her brain and eventually became all she could think about. His lips were so tender and gentle yet passionate at the same time she felt wetness pooling in her nether regions and her body sparking like it was being electrocuted. There was something so mysterious and sexy about him that she just couldn't handle. The way he gripped her made her feel wanted and it was a good feeling. Better than the nothingness she had felt for so long.
On the other hand, she smelt like honey and sunshine. Anything light and beautifully sweet. She was the beacon of hope in his dreary life. She was so innocent, her lips were so plump and soft. Her touch sent warmth flooding through his body, it was like he was on fire. He felt his hardness growing and felt her warm angelic glow surround him. He hadn't felt this alive in a long time.
He ran his tongue along her bottom lip before pulling her lip in to suck on. She opened her lips and he delved into her sweetness. Their tongues danced and stroked each other and it felt wonderfully sensual to both of them. They both pulled back, panting. Hermione took the opportunity to run her finger under the hem of his top before pulling it up, over his head.
She then undid his button on his pants and helped him slide those off too. He flipped them over yet again so that he was on top and used one hand to hold himself upright and the other grabbed her waist.
She loved the feeling of his skin on hers, especially when he grabbed her. He lent towards her neck and starting sucking on it which elicited a small delicate moan from Hermione. He shuddered and continued to suck and bite her neck. Her arms wrapped around his torso and her nails starting biting into his back to release the pleasure she was feeling.
He smirked and made his way down to her breasts. He reached behind her and unclasped the bra, flinging it somewhere unknown to him and taking one of her nipples into his mouth. She jerked and leaned up into him moaning louder than before.
Hmmm, so her breasts are a weakness for her? He moved to the other one and she felt little jolts of fire going down to her centre where she longed for friction. As if knowing what she needed, Draco leant the lower half of his body down and grinded against her gently. She threw her head back and practically purred. He moaned a bit at the contact as well.
He decided he couldn't hold back anymore. "Do you want to do this?" he asked her seriously, hoping to god she would say yes. He hadn't felt this alive in a very long time and looking at her he could already see changes in her. Her eyes were alive again, her face wasn't pale anymore and a blush warmed her cheeks. She wasn't so lethargic and her hair even bounced better although that could be because it was all tangle now from her head thrashing, he smirked inwardly at himself.
"Yes, I want you," she said seriously. She noticed the way his eyes were alive and sparkling, his face flushed with warmth and his hair mused up which, coupled with his smile, took years off his appearance.
He moved back up to plant a small tender kiss on her lips before inching her panties down with his long slender fingers. She couldn't help but feel nervous about the pain she knew would come but staring at his body, his muscles rippling and his amazing face kept her from chickening out.
He slowly started to push into her. Instantly she started scrunching up her face in discomfort but he placed little kisses between her eyebrows and all over her face in an attempt to soothe her pain. She couldn't help but giggle at what he was doing. Suddenly she felt a sharp pain.
"Oh," she gasped and he froze, worried he had really hurt her.
"Are you ok?" he asked worriedly.
"Yes I'm fine I mean it hurt but not as much as everyone says it does, they over exaggerated it so much I mean honestly yeah it hurt a lot but it was over in like two seconds so really I don't think OH-," Hermione's rant was cut off by Draco thrusting into her. She was rambling and he had decided to cut her off in the one way he could at the moment. He started thrusting slowly and she let out small moans and sounds of pleasure which vibrated through his body.
He loved the noises she made. They continued like this for a while longer before she dug her nails into his back deeper and commanded him to go faster. Her dominant tone and the way she looked at him with desperation turned him on a lot and soon enough he was pounding into her.
At this point in time Hermione was moaning louder than ever, biting his biceps and neck, whatever she could reach and squirming underneath him from all the pleasure she was receiving. Draco was in awe of Hermione and her beauty, from the sweat that covered her body and the way she was calling his name.
When they were both done they just lay together contemplating what they had done. Draco laid on his back with one arm bent under his head and the other around Hermione who, on her side, snuggled into Draco's warmth.
Their legs tangled together and they revelled in each other's scents, bodies still humming, both grinning like idiots at each other. She wasn't sure if this was love but it was defiantly something. They regaled each other with stories about their past, poked fun at one another and kissed for the rest of the night.
They both knew this wasn't a onetime thing and that their bodies would be craving each other the second they went their separate ways. Instead of talking about the future and what they were going to do, they decided to just relax and let the road lead them wherever it will and to just enjoy the ride.
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