day 12 x wild one

Fuck what was Draco going to do with Hermione? She was absolutely studious and gorgeous some days but then others she just couldn't control her . . . urges. These urges were absolutely ridiculous and it's not as though he didn't like this side of her but Merlin! He needed a break!

Draco felt partly responsible for this. He gave her a taste of his good looks and a bit off the lips and she goes crazy! Now she wants to do that everywhere!

"I cannot do this—my gods—bloody women," He should have just sworn off women. He really should have because rubbish like this wouldn't be happening. Good rubbish, very positive rubbish albeit rubbish nonetheless.

Draco rubbed his temples as he walked the pathway back towards the Great Hall thinking about different ways of subduing her, possibly through the form of a stupefy or just tying her to her dormitory bed for the remainder of the year.

Oh yes the latter would work. Therefore he could give her some "homework help" (like she needed it) but also he wouldn't have to get pounc—

"Speak of the bloody devil."

A weight crashed upon him and he felt himself being dragged into a very very dark room. A dark room with no light wait that was the meaning of dark . . . never mind. He threw his head back and felt it hit a stone wall in agony and he groaned for two reasons, one being that his head hurt like fucking hell.

The latter being that, he wasn't even surprised and had put 'being dragged into a dark room' in his planner in the beginning of the week.

Fuck.

"Draco," Hands went around his shoulder, a satin voice purred in his ear and for once he kind of wished he didn't hear those gorgeous pipes.

"Yes?" That's when he started feeling her lips kissing the tender areas of his neck that only she knew and he swore he was going to die.

"How are you feeling?"

Such a trivial question for such a seemingly complex person.

"Worn out. This is the third time you've dragged an unsuspecting Mr. Malfoy into an odd place." He leaned back and glanced at the darkness for some unknown reason.

"Oh you don't like these surprise encounters ?" She ran her fingers through his hair and leant close to his ear.

"Well . . . it's not that I like them just—"

She smoothly guided her bottom onto his lap and kept one hand on his waist and the other on the back of his neck. Draco knew she was sneakier than she would admit! It was only a matter of time.

"Hmm . . . I think I'll just have to give you a reason to like it."

There she kissed him firm on the lips with so much fucking passion and just . . . gods Draco knew she was the right choice and he praised whatever deity was out there that she was the way she currently was.

Wild as hell and he liked it.