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She sat in class and for once wasn't paying attention. No, because a certain blonde-haired, gray eyed Slytherin was in her way. And boy, was he distracting. Hermione chastised herself for mentally undressing him and started paying attention. Nothing would come of it, anyway.
Draco was sitting in their Double charms class, but he sure wasn't paying attention. He could feel her eyes on his back, and he was pretty sure that she wasn't glaring evilly either. At least he hoped so. Because tonight he was going to show her what he really thought of her.
Hermione couldn't stand it anymore. If he gave her that confounding look one more time, she'd scream. Why did he keep looking at her? Staring, averting his gaze only when she looked up. She hoped he wasn't planning anything evil.
Draco couldn't take anymore of this. He could take his eyes off her and he was pretty sure she had caught on by now. Wait, she was starting to leave and go to her room. He couldn't let another night pass.
Hermione was on her way up to her room when she felt herself being turned around and pushed into the wall. She could only get out a small gasp before Draco's lips were upon her mouth, choking anything else she had to say. He held her hands above her head with one of his hands and the other was exploring her body. She couldn't control the moans that she made, being pushed farther than ever toward the brink. Soon his hand was passed her waistband, and he rubbed her clit in varying speeds, pushing her closer and closer. Then he gently put in a finger and she gasped at the sensation. I mean, she was a growing girl with needs and intelligent, so she had masturbated, but this felt so different, so personal. His finger moved, in and out, building his need as he gave her a preview of what he wanted to do. She pulled away and said "Take me, Draco", savoring his name on her lips. For Hermione, who was in control all the time, this loss of control was exhilarating. He picked her up and carried her to his room, an animal growl emitting from his throat, his instincts taking over. He threw her on the bed and removed all his clothing.
She was surprised by how big he was and for the first time that evening, she felt some doubt. How could he fit inside her? Her look of concerned wasn't lost on Draco, who said "It will hurt for only a second, I promise." She nodded, indicating that she trusted him. He knew this would hurt her, so he went slow. What he wasn't ready for was Hermione pushing her hips up to his, sheathing him totally inside her. She gasped at the pain and the other sensation taking over, urging her to move, him to move, something to happen.
"Move, Draco. Show me what there is to know" she moaned to him.
"Quiet, woman. Just savor and enjoy."
Hermione was more than happy to comply, as words were no longer possible. He had started moving in and out of her, faster and faster and then slower and slower. He was almost ready to come when he felt her orgasm. Her whole body shook and she screamed his name and the combination of those two things made him lose himself and he fell over the edge, scream her name. Nothing else mattered in the whole world right now except them.