"You're joking, right?" asked Hermione, too shocked to swat Draco's hand from her hair.
Draco rolled his eyes and dropped the strand, shifting to lean against the wall.
"No, we're certainly not joking." said Blaise, a wide grin on his face, "We'd like to fuck you, Granger."
Her eyes widened and she straightened her back, "Stop saying that."
"Why?" asked Draco, his eyes raking over her body in a way that made her skin tingle, "We want to, you want to -"
"I most certainly do not -"
"I'll make you a deal." interrupted Blaise, a sinister Slytherin smirk sliding onto his face.
"What kind of deal?" she asked slowly, eyeing both of them.
"We'll drop this whole subject, if," he continued, ignoring Draco's glare, "You can prove that your knickers aren't wet."
Hermione sputtered indignantly, her cheeks bright pink in embarrassment.
"What's the matter, love?" drawled Draco, "You're not interested in our offer, right?"
"I - that is not - there is no way I'm stooping to your level. Now move out of my way." she stuttered, forcing her best glare even though she was wet.
"Fuck it." murmured Draco, tugging the brunette witch forward by her tie into a kiss.
Hermione froze at the contact, her eyes wide as her brain tried to catch up with the events.
How are his lips so soft? she managed to wonder.
He pulled away, the kiss really only the briefest of brushes, but didn't move far from her lips.
"Please say yes." he pleaded softly, his intense silver gaze holding hers.
Her breath caught at his words, "I..."
Draco moved the hand that wasn't holding her tie to her waist, his fingers digging into her hip as he tugged her closer, his forehead pressed against hers, "We could make you feel so good."
Blaise watched the two with hooded eyes, his hands itching to reach out to touch both of them - but he held himself back.
Hermione closed her eyes, Draco's warmth pulling her in, daring her to let go and give in to what they were offering.
"Kiss me."
He was shocked, but wasn't about to let the opportunity pass.
Using her tie, he tugged her forward into a real kiss. His free hand tangled in her curls as both of hers gripped the sides of his dress shirt, her lips parting to allow his tongue to dance along her own.
It was as though he set her body on fire, his mouth ravaging hers as he released her tie so both of his hands could roam over her slim waist and full hips, his fingers digging in every so often. He was finally kissing this infuriating witch.
Feeling bold, Hermione bit his bottom lip, soothing the bite with the tip of her tongue. Draco groaned, flipping their positions and pushing her into the wall. She pulled away from his lips, trying to catch her breath, but the blonde wizard was undeterred, turning his attention to the smooth column of her throat. Meanwhile he slid one of his knees between her thighs, lightly grinding against the small witch before him.
"Oh gods," she gasped, her hands going to her shoulders as he continued peppering open-mouthed kisses and bites to her neck.
Draco moved one hand to her breast, pinching first one, then the other rosy bud.
She groaned, tugging him back to her lips by his hair, their mouths dueling for dominance.
"Please," she moaned softly, "Oh gods."
Draco grunted as the small witch before him began to shake. He tugged one of her bra cups down, taking as much of her breast into his mouth as he could. He watched as her eyes met Blaise's over his shoulder. He watched as she bit her lip and her pupils dilated. He watched as this sexy minx motioned Blaise forward with her hand and captured the Italian's lips in a searing kiss.
"Why don't we move this upstairs, yeah?"
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