Disclaimer: These characters do not belong to me but to J.K. Rowling. I have only borrowed them to rid myself of this muse. This fic includes femslash themes, if you can't handle it than get lost, flames will not be tolerated.
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Granger.
I was surprised to find that Hermione was aggressive and quite dominate in our relationship, compared to her meek and usually studious self.
She liked to bite and leave her mark on my pale skin. Not that I minded, in some perverse way, I was quite proud of her bruising marks. Not to mention it was a bit of a turn on. I belonged to her, she knew it, I knew it but the marks were my reminder of what we shared.
She liked to dig her nails into my back, leaving long stretching scratches and crescent moons pressed into my skin. She loved hearing me gasp when she pressed her body to mine, kneading it like dough.
I love the dark, hungry look in her eyes; she looks like she wants to eat me alive. I felt the same.
I love the way her lips look, bruised and swollen, after our desire filled kisses. I love how she groans in my ear, when she nips my neck and bites my ear, when I shove my thigh against her center, in between her legs. How she grinds against me, while pulling me against her as if to make out bodies one.
She told me once that she loves it when I hold her close, whispering sweet nothings in her ear. Telling her how much I love her how I can't live without her.
We've only been together for a short time but it feels like forever. We know each other so well now. She knows when I'm lying; she knows what I'm feeling without asking or me telling her. She knows what I'm thinking, only because it so close to everything that she's feeling and thinking.