The broom cupboard

Hermione giggled as he pulled her into a broom cupboard on her way back to the Gryffindor common room.

" I imaged this so many times, pulling you into my arms in the darkness." She heard him say in the pitch darkness. "I would caressing your sides, you wouldn't resist me, you would have pushed your arms over my shoulders and up into my hair."

Hermione moved her hands as if his words were a set of instructions. She couldn't believe how erotic it was hearing him speak his fantasies in this way, his rich baritone reverberating in the tightly confined space. She ran her hands up over his shoulders grazed his neck and threaded her fingers through his soft fine hair. It was so wonderful to be able to feel his skin and his hair with her own hands.

"I would kiss the base of your neck, then trail seering hot kisses up your throat and across your jaw." All this he did as he spoke.

"Oh, Draco" to have his lips on her skin this way made her want to cry out his name.

"And you would cry out my name" he said a smirk forming on his lips in the darkness.

Hermione was lost now, lost in his embrace. She ran her hands down his back tracing the long muscles beside his spine. She had to fight the urge to bite him, to sink her teeth into his shoulder as he trailed a single finger down her spine and began stroking circles on her buttocks teasing the edge of that warm secret place that now throbbed in response to him.

She began to trace his torso. Dragging her fingers across his chest pushing aside his shirt. Caressing his abdomen, exploring every inch of his skin.

"Oh , Draco" she had cried his name just like his fantasies. Draco wanted to take her now here up against the wall in the broom cupboard but he knew if he did he wouldn't last long. He knew he needed some release.

He would swear she had read his mind. Her hands brushed the v of muscle that began above his hip bone. She followed the line of muscle below his waist band.

"Hermione" he gasped.

Grasping her wrists and dragging her hands back to his shoulder.

"Not yet" Draco couldn't believe he had uttered those words but there was too much else he wanted to do with her. He couldn't get too carried way not yet.

"You know you would have run from me by now." His voice was low and laced with longing. Hermione knew what it must have cost him to pull away from her at this moment leaving them both wanting.

Hermione pushed away from him and fled the broom cupboard.