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I had finally decided to give into the desire I had felt for so long. I had watched him for the past year. He had grown from a boy to a magnificent man. Oh, a man he was. Quidditch had done him well. A swollen chest and hard, cut abs. God, had I wanted him for a while now and I decided that today, I was going to have him.
I waited patiently in the library; I knew he would be coming today. He came here whenever Parkinson was getting on his last nerve. I had seen the way he looked at dinner. I knew exactly where he would head afterwards. I sat in a large armchair, obscured from Madam Pince's view, but gave me a wonderful view of the entrance.
I watched him come in and he headed straight for the back, straight to me. I wasn't quite sure how he would react, but I would try my best. I stood up as he approached and I saw his eyes go wide. I watched them form a burning trail from my pumps, up my bare legs, over the short skirt and flat abs, curving over my more than ample chest and finally resting on my face.
"Granger…" He growled out at me.
I walked over to him. "You know you want what I have to offer…" I let my steps be slow, letting each click of my heels echo around him.
We had been living together as Head Boy and Girl for have the year now. Watching him emerge from the shower in only a towel was torture on me. I wanted it to be me that was under him every night, not who ever it was that he had brought back.
I took one more step and pressed myself against him. My palms found their way to his chest where I slowly drug my nails down to the waistband of his pants. The strangled hiss he let out was all I needed to hear. I gave him my best bedroom eyes and head towards the door. My only notion to him was a curl of my finger.
It didn't take him long to catch on and it wasn't too much longer when we found ourselves obscured from view in our own private commons area. Before I could blink I was pressed firmly into the wall by his bedroom door. His hands wound their way down my body making me feel things no other man had managed to do. I hopped up and wrapped my legs firmly around his waist. My hands fumbled with his buttons as he moved us to his bed.
Our motions were quick, controlled. We knew exactly what we wanted, and we were determined to get it. My top half was bare, so was his. The heat of his skin pressed against my breasts was enough to drive me insane with want.
I felt myself hit the bed and also felt his body leave mine. But it quickly returned, this time baring not a stitch of clothing. The shear thought of him naked made me moan. I grabbed his neck and roughly pulled his mouth to mine, ravishing his lips with my own. My tongue found its way in and our battled for dominance, I refused to give up. I wanted to be in control of everything.
I felt his hand travel up my leg, behind my knee, over my thighs and he stopped just short of where I wanted him most to simply tease the delicate skin on my thigh. But quickly he moved his hand to cup me roughly. He let out a lust filled growl when his hand reached smooth skin and not fabric.
"No fucking knickers…" He muttered while ripping my skirt down to my ankles. I made it quick in kicking them to floor.
When he roughly pressed his entire body into mine I moaned in pleasure. The heat, the hardness, the smoothness of his pale skin. I could feel the length of him pressed against my thigh and it drove me crazy. I could feel the wetness that was my desire simply dripping down my legs as he attacked my neck with his lips. He was biting and sucking, not caring what marks he left, and neither did I.
I used my knees to take hold of his hips and I pushed him over until I was straddling his hips, just above where he wanted me most. It was my turn to torture him.
I drove him mad using my teeth, tongue and lips. I bit his ear, his neck, and sucked wherever I could take hold. He would hiss and groan and mumble about what a tease I was to him.
I was lithe in my motions as I made a quick move south. I teased him more by liking all around his base and down his thighs.
"Ahhh…" Was his only reply to me taking as much of him into my mouth as I could. But it was short lived, as I didn't give much.
I returned to my place on his stomach and smirked down at him.
"You bloody vixen…" He growled up at me. His eyes had darkened so much they were almost black, as I'm sure mine were.
He took a hold of me and flipped us over once more. I let him take control; I wanted to enjoy the pleasure. His expert hands roamed my body once more before teasing the angry nub that lay between my legs. I hissed out at him before moaning.
I felt him slide lower over me and then I felt his breath on me. He gave one slow, unbearable lick up my slit and sucked on the nub that his finger had left. He had repaid me for my torture.
He moved up again and I felt him at my entrance. I leaned up and bit at his bottom lip. He thrust into me with suck force that I felt the air leave my lungs in a strangled cry of pleasure. God did it feel so good to finally have him inside me. His strokes became harder and deeper with each push. My cried gradually got louder and so did his. The pleasure he was make me feel was otherworldly. He leaned down and grasped one of my nipples between his lips and sucked hard on it.
"Ahh… Draco!" He hit a spot in the back that started me to shake. I knew then that it wouldn't be long.
"God, Granger, you're tight…" His words were strained with pleasure.
I felt the knot start to build and I felt it grow tighter with each thrust. My walls started clenching around him, slowly tightening. He growled with each clench. I knew he was as close as I was.
I felt the knot get as tight as it could… and then it snapped. White. Stars. Bright lights.
"AH! Draco!" My cried of ecstasy were loud and uncontrolled, my back arched into him and I felt him cum inside me.
"Fuck, Granger!" He groaned and fell atop me, biting at my shoulder.
We lay like we were until our breathing was normal and my vision wasn't shaking.
"That was the best I've had…" I told him earnestly.
"I'll have to agree on that. Who knew the Gryffindor bookworm would be a good shag?" He laughed out loud.
"You." I smirked at him. I stood up and retrieved my clothes before heading to the bathroom door. "Tomorrow. My room. Ten sharp. Let's see if you can make it even better." And I walked into the bathroom and started a shower. I heard him growl with anticipation.
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