Disclaimer: J.K. Rowling has a life. Someone who has a life, wouldn't be writing this story. I am writing this story. Therefore, I am not J.K. and I have no right to claim her characters, places, or laws in her world.
As I touched her, she mewed erotically.
"Do you like that, do you want me?"
"Oh, gods yes, Draco! Give it to me; I want to feel you inside… Please, please!" This she whimpered longingly as I caressed her outer lips with the very tip of my tongue. She was pulsing under my touch, and I knew that she couldn't hold on much longer, even if I myself was just getting started.
Wanting to be done with the slut of the day, my tongue parted her outer lips in one smooth motion. Exposing her pink and erect nub. She was already dripping with her juices as I caressed all around that rosy mound of flesh.
"Make me cum, Draco!" She moaned.
"Beg for me, tell me how bad you want it. Come on you naughty whore, plead for me." I said, all the while thinking of my own unfulfillment. Even after her many ministrations, my orgasm had not come.
"Please, please I need you." She managed to scream out during which I thrust my finger inside of her tight, wet, dripping hole. But my mind was on other things; I needed more than this, more than Pansy.
"More detail, wrench! Tell me exactly what you want, I am your fucking master." I wanted her screaming my name with pleasure, but not even that could redeem my wasted night.
"I want you to make me climax, Master. I need to lick me dry and to leave nothing left."
This was just the request that I wanted, and it was the one about to be granted… Thank god this is just about over, maybe she will stop her incessant whining. With four fingers pumping in and out of her already, in one swift maneuver I thrust my entire fist into her and increased the rhythm. Her nub, so pert, awaited glory and I the ever-merciful master gave her just that.
With no warning and using all of my force, I bit down on her clit and sent her into fits of ecstasy. All of her fluids came rushing forward and I hurried to lap them all up. Pairing with her constant mewing, I licked vigorously.
As I looked up, I saw the lust and desire clouding her eyes, I saw her breasts heaving, and I saw the markings on her neck that I was responsible for. And for the thousandth time this year, I wished it were Hermione Granger that was looking back at me.