"Jane --" Draco said in a strangled voice.
"Jane what?!"
"Jane, something had come up ..."
"You mean you fell asleep in bed with some woman!"
Draco stared at her, dumbfounded. One thought raced around in his mind: how did she know?
"Draco, do you realize that you are HALF AN HOUR LATE?! Goyle allots me only three hours practice!"
"Three hours is a lot of time."
"I know! But I'm not angry about that! I'm angry that you wasted half an hour of valuable sex! I mean, piano lessons!"
"Sounds like you're turned on." Draco said coolly.
"Fine, so I am!" Jane snapped.
"Come on, let's not fight ... come on, let's go upstairs. In that attic you have. The one with the bed ..." Draco said coaxingly.
"Oh, alright, I can see you're restless." Jane laughed, her anger melting away. It's hard to be angry at Draco. She thought to herself.
Draco grasped her wrist, and pulled her roughly towards a staircase. He quickly tugged her into the room. Draco knew that this was quite violent, but it turned on quite a few women. And one of those women was Jane Goyle. I know what you're thinking: Draco, a married man, having sex with Ginny Potter (another married woman) and Jane Goyle, a woman married to his best friend?! Well, it's true ... he certainly was doing so.
Draco lifted Jane a few inches off the ground, and 'threw' her onto the bed. She landed on her back, her arms and legs spread out. The attic was dark, because the curtains were pulled. Draco flicked his wand at some candles, which instantly lit up. He grabbed Jane's wrist forcefully, and pulled her onto his lap as he sat on the bed. His left hand clutched at her wrist, his right one tugging at her blonde hair. Draco reached down to his belt to undo his trousers, but Jane smacked his hand. She wiggled her finger at him. "Ah-ah," she said. "Witches first." And with that, she tugged her shirt off, giving Draco a lovely view of her tan, plump breasts, sitting inside her lacy bra.
Draco's mouth attacked Jane's lips, restraining the urge to nibble at her breasts. Jane greedily nibbled on his lower lip. Draco pulled her closer. Then he pushed her away suddenly. Jane glanced at him in shock, but then smiled. Draco stood up, and undid his pants, while Jane eased up, by pulling off her jeans. Then, Draco lunged at Jane's breasts, kissing and sucking them. Jane let out moans of delight, pushing him closer.
Now, it was Jane's turn to push Draco away. She stood up, and slipped off her lacy panties, and sat down. Draco grabbed her wrist again, and snarled, "Not until you suck my cock." He pushed her down, onto the ground, and pulled her between his legs. She stared at his throbbing erection, and then slowly inched towards it. Her small mouth wrapped around it.
"That's good ... you just keep doing that ..." Draco murmured.
Then Jane got up and sat onto the bed again. "Draco, I want you INSIDE!" She hissed.
Draco sighed, and pulled her pussy towards his erection. He slowly slid his cock in and out of her pussy. Jane moaned in delight. "Draco ..." she said. "... you do it so ... perfectly. So much better than Goyle ..."
Suddenly, Draco sat up properly. "Better than Goyle?" he spat. "Well, then, what the FUCK are you doing here, having sex with his married best friend?" he asked. Jane sighed. "Draco, we've been through this."
"I know we have. Now, repeat after me. 'I love you Draco and you have sex a lot better than my husband Goyle on whom I cheating on'." Draco smirked as Jane repeated meekly, "I love you Draco and you have sex a lot better than my husband Goyle on whom I am cheating on."
"Good." Draco said. Then, suddenly, he cried, "Merlin, Jane, its been two hours!"
"It doesn't feel like it." Jane pouted. "It feels like only ten minutes."
Draco grinned. "It does, Janey-poo." He cheekily and quickly sneaked a kiss at Jane's breast. "But I've got to go -- and so do you." He looked a bit sad. Then he smiled and said, "But before we leave," he grabbed her wrist, as Jane had been reaching for her clothes. Jane turned around in surprise. Draco brought his face closer to her's. "We must pledge our - er - allegiance" - Jane raised her crescent-shaped eyebrows -"to each other. Atleast, you shall. Repeat after me. I love you Draco and you are the perfect man for any woman, namely me."
Jane groaned. "Draco!"
"Do it."
"No."
"Fine, don't." Draco snapped. He turned away, letting go of Jane's wrist. Draco slipped into his clothes. He was done dressing some time before Jane. It was as though she was putting on some kind of, well, show. How, you ask? Well, she was putting her clothes on rather slow, and turning on certain angles that gave him absolutely PERFECT views of her plump, tan breasts and her still-dripping wet pussy.
Eventually, she was dressed. She and Draco walked up to each other to indulge in a good bye kiss. However, this turned into more than a goodbye kiss. Draco had slipped his hands mischievously into Jane's shirt. Jane pulled away reluctantly. "Same time tomorrow?" Draco asked. Jane could only blush.