Chapter 2
It was Monday morning. To everybody else it was a typical Monday morning, the first day of classes after a typical weekend. But to Hermione and Draco things were far from normal. They had spent the entire weekend making love over and over again. Hermione had a real hard time concentrating on her dry toast. Because at the table on the other side of the Hall was Draco, his stormy grey eyes, boring into hers. She had come to know the different shades of those eyes, and she knew that when they were this swirling haze of grey and almost black it meant that he was thinking less than pure thoughts. Which made her think less than pure thoughts herself. Actually, her thought were downright wicked.
She pushed the toast around on her plate, all appetite lost. All she could think about was Draco's mouth on her neck, Draco's tongue on her nipples, Draco's hands on her stomach. Looking at him now, she felt desire build in her stomach, her entire body tingling with her want for him. And that was when an epiphany occurred to her. A shameless smile spread on her face. She saw a quick flicker of surprise in Draco's eyes before they were filled with apprehension and then he returned her smile with a truly sinful one of his own. She felt the smile go straight to the junction between her legs.
Quickly she looked around, making sure that nobody was watching her. The Hall had already started to empty, and Ginny and Seamus had already left the table. There was nobody looking her way. Except for Draco of course, but he was exactly the one she wanted to watch her. She pushed the lone toast off of her plate and grabbed the maple syrup. With a devilish wink at Draco she poured some of the syrup over her index finger. He was watching her intently as she guided the finger to her mouth. When the sugar covered finger touched her lips, she let her tongue dart out and lick the tip of her finger before she let it disappear into her hot mouth. Draco's eyes practically rounded in surprise and his mouth fell open.
She repeated the process a few times, pouring more syrup on her finger and licking it from the digit. Then she suddenly felt a heat start in her knickers. It wasn't so hot that it was uncomfortable. And it wasn't a naturally occurring hotness. No, it was magical hotness. It was centred squarely on her clit, enveloping her nub, making it more and more tender. Draco was sporting a wide, sexy grin when she looked his way. It was definitely his doing, this delicious heat she was feeling. She rubbed her legs together, squirming in her seat, making Draco's grin widen. The heat had now started a small flood in her panties, but she was not yet ready to succumb. She had a few more tricks to show him.
Since he had started with the magic she decided that it would be okay for her to follow his lead. Luckily she had devised a handy little charm a few years back. It was originally meant to be used for silent communication between herself and her two best friends, Harry and Ron, but it would definitely come in handy here as well. She pulled her wand out from under the table, pointed it at Draco and spoke the incantation under her breath. From now on, all that she said could only be heard by him.
"Hello Draco," she said huskily, watching with undisguised glee as he jumped in his seat and nearly fell down from it. "Don't worry; you're the only one who can hear this."
He seemed to calm down a little, but her reassurance didn't stop him from looking around to check that nobody else were hearing the things he was hearing.
"Are you satisfied now?" she asked with a cocked eyebrow when he was done looking around. He answered with a little nod. She laughed throatily, a laugh she knew went straight to his member. "Oh, no you're not!" she laughed. "But don't worry; I'll make sure you will be. Soon." She shifted a little as she felt the magical heat in her knickers flicker, making it feel as if a tongue was caressing her. It was absolutely sinful.
"That's a clever little trick you've learned," she said appraisingly. "My knickers are soaked through."
She made a pause for effect. Draco's eyes were no longer grey. They were practically black. She knew what that meant. She that all too well. He was sporting a very stiff member, hidden away under way too much clothing for her taste.
"But would so prefer your tongue on me," she continued in the same hushed, moaning tone. "I love it when you devour me with that devilish tongue of yours. It gives me the most mind-numbing orgasms I've ever had."
The heat flickered again. Draco's magical tongue was working her way to an orgasm. Right in the middle of breakfast in the Great Hall! But that only made it so much better. So much stronger. She let a little moan escape her lips, knowing that it would be carried all the way across the Hall and into Draco's ear. She saw a shiver go through him. She did it again with the same result. He loved it when she was vocal. He loved when she voiced her pleasure. And he loved it when she talked dirty.
"I'm getting closer now," she whispered. "I can feel it approaching. I'm so wet you'd slip right in. Merlin, I would kill to have you in my now. To have you pumping in and out of me, using that cock of yours to bring me over the edge."
At those words Draco stood up very suddenly. His eyes were fixed solely on her. She smiled mischievously at him. He made a quick jerk with his head in the direction of the doors. Then he marched off. She waited no more than three seconds before she got up and followed his lead. He was waiting for her in the dark corner underneath the grand staircase. She didn't hesitate in running to him. She wrapped her arms around his neck and desperately sought his lips with her own. He returned the kiss hungrily, tearing at her knickers to push them off.
"Are you going to make me come?" she whispered in his ear as he started pressing kisses to her collar bone while fumbling with his belt.
"Over and over again," he growled against her slender neck.
Finally she heard the belt give away. She wrapped a leg around his hips and he hoisted her up with his hands on her buttocks so that she could be wrapped fully around him. Her slick heat slid along the length of his shaft. She purred softly at the contact. Then suddenly and without warning Draco pushed himself into her. She threw her head back, biting her lip from screaming.
"You like that, don't you?" he hissed, obviously fighting back his own orgasm. "You like it when I take you roughly."
"Oh yes," she moaned, loosing herself in the ecstasy of them combined. He laughed huskily, kneading her bum with expert hands. Her orgasm was approaching fast; it was getting near impossible to keep it at bay. She dug her fingers into his shoulders, urging him to keep going.
"You're coming, aren't you?" he asked smugly. "I can see it in your face. There's nothing more erotic to me than seeing your face when I make you come."
"I'm close," she breathed, unable to make an entire sentence. He had her head spinning. Her fingers tingling. Her sex wetter than wet. He drove into her relentlessly, pounding back and forth, driving her to the edge of bliss.
One more push and she went over, her orgasm pounding through her veins, from the top of her head to her curling toes. She felt how he stiffened as well, felt him release himself inside of her. This was definitely the closest to heaven she had ever been. She released herself from around his waist, her feet making contact with the floor. Her knees wobbled a little at first, but Draco held onto her and steadied her.
"Well," she said completely out of breath, "that was very, very satisfying."
Draco grinned at her and nodded his consent.
"Very," he agreed while he buckled his belt. He looked at the floor and said, "Remember your knickers."
She followed his line of vision, seeing her pale pink knickers strewn aside on the floor. It was Draco's favourite pair. So far anyway. He hadn't yet seen all her underwear. Yet. She bent down and picked up the panties. She thought about it for just a fraction of a second before she handed them to Draco. He took them a little befuddled.
"Do you need help putting them on?" he asked, a wicked grin spreading on his face.
She smiled mischievously and shook her head. The quizzical look returned to Draco's face.
"I'm not putting them on," she stated. Draco's mouth went slack.
"You're... you're not?" he stammered. She shook her head again.
"I'm not," she confirmed. "So you keep them and then you can put them on me later."
He swallowed an almost visible lump and stuffed the knickers in his pocket almost as if in a trance.
"Shall we go to class?" she asked, sweetly and innocently, as if they hadn't just shagged each other's brains out. He nodded a little dumbly. "I believe we have Potions together, don't we?"
He nodded again.
"Then let's go," she said and winked at him, before she turned her back on him and started walking towards the dungeons. She was already thinking about ways to mess with his head during Potions.
Okay, so this was supposed to be just a one-shot. But then I reread all your lovely reviews and so many of you wanted a continuation that I started picturing how that would go. And what I came up with, this chapter right here, stuck in my head so firmly that I simply had to write it. And I event think I might continue it whenever the mood grabs me.
So, as you can see, something good (I hope, anyway) can come from reviewing. So do it!
