Disclaimer: If I owned it, Draco Malfoy would be waiting for me at home to cook me dinner, rub my feet and make pretty babies. And he's not.
A low moan.
A gasp.
A muffled cry.
Bodies joined in a dance as old as time.
He strains to fill her, groaning in exhilarating ecstasy at the delicious friction of their lovemaking. Storm-grey eyes glitter with passion and determination.
Her frizzy hair falls from her ponytail and sticks to her sweaty face as she struggles to keep his vicious pace. Orgasm consumes her, and she lets out a strangled cry as her world burst behind closed eyes.
He pounds into her one last time and follows her over the edge, not able to muffle his shout of insane pleasure.
As they come down from the high, there are gentle kisses, breathy sweet nothings, the smoothing of ruffled hair from reverent faces.
He sighs, and whispers that he loves her. She murmurs that she loves him too as he pulls out of her body.
She cleans her self and straightens her skirt, pulling up her underwear as he pulls up his trousers from around his ankles and zips them. They button shirts over chests strewn with love bites.
He reties the loose knot of her scarlet and gold tie, and she tightens his green and silver one, kissing the exposed skin of his throat above the collar of his shirt. Shoes are laced and tied and robes swung on.
They exit the abandoned classroom and share one last, lingering kiss, pouring their love and devotion into it, clinging to each other and the final moments of their stolen hour before they must return to their lives of lies, of pretending to hate eachother.
They separate, and clasp hands as they walk to the great hall.
"I love you, Hermione. Always." He whispers, bring the hand intertwined with his for a brush of his lips.
"And I love you, Draco. Forever." She whispers back.
They drop their hands and plaster on looks sheer loathing as they push through the doors.
"See you're still hideous, Mudblood." He taunts with his trademark sneer.
"See you're still an ass, Ferret." She spits back with venom.
They head to their respective tables, sitting next to friends that have no idea of their plight.
Their gazes meet across the room, and he winks as they share a secret smile.
They will continue to love in secret, and will always be looking for new places to meet, even if they can only hold each other for a few stolen moments.
A wink across the room.
A brush of hands in class.
A secret smile when passing in the hallway.
Love.
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