Disclaimer- Not mine. Thank God.
vice and virtue
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i. sin
His runs his lips and fingers over her skin like he owns her, and she knows this is wrong.
He captures her lips with her own, and for a moment she resists. Until his fingers gently slip under the warm cotton of her blouse and over the warm contours of her breast. Her quiet whimper is swallowed as he mercilessly plunders her mouth, tugging the fabric up and over her head.
Hermione presses against him insistently, moaning as he grinds slowly into her body.
Fuck.
Her hips arch without her permission, and he allows himself an arrogant smirk before taking a step forward and herding her onto the bed. She falls onto the green silk sheets, enjoying the smooth caress on her skin. She is only allowed a moments reprieve before his weight is pressing her deep into the mattress. He parts her lips with his smooth, practiced tongue, eliciting a smothered gasp. She kisses him back, her body greedily accepting the pleasure.
She briefly contemplates resisting, contemplates grabbing her wand and apparating the hell out of there.
But then his fingers brush her clit and her words slur together into one single stream of -ohgodyesdon'tstop.
Her last thought before all rational thought process is stolen from her mind is that what they are doing is dangerously close on the precipice of being of sin.
(but that's never stopped her before, has it?)
&fin.
a/n- draw your own conclusions.