(A/N: sorry I know it's sort of weird. I just had to take a break from my regular stories.)
I'm in heaven…
Hermione's probable way too drunk from the party tonight, maybe that's why this all happened.
I've waited for this moment since the day I met her, but I never expected it to happen like this. I thought it would be more meaningful, not in the backseat of a car.
I wish I could make this as good for her as it is for me.
Is she enjoying this?
Should I change my position?
Should I ask her to change her position?
Does she know I'm in pure ecstasy right now because of her?
Does she know the repercussions?
Does she really want this?
She must, I could tell by the way she's touching me right now.
I could feel her warmth.
God she's warm or maybe it's the whiskey.
Still can't believe she agreed to go out with me tonight. Me! Of all people she could agree to go out with, she had agreed to go out with me. I was lucky enough she didn't hex me at the spot. Now I have her. I feel her. She feels me. The connection we are making now- it's incredible. I've done this with many girls before her, but never has it felt this good.
Now she's squirming. I wonder if this makes her uncomfortable.
Maybe I should move…
We're both tired.
Her hair is tickling my shoulder.
I look down at her.
She's quite the beauty.
"Mr. Malfoy, that will be 43 euros."
"Hermione, wake up."