A/n : Apparently, I'm doing a bunch of short chapters to make this all make sense to myself. This is a direct continuation of where Draco and Hermione left off in Chapter Five. Chapter Eight, which maybe up in a bit, should be longer, and have Hermione, Harry, Draco AND Ginny... Tink :)
Meanwhile, Back on the tower....
. "Fuck me Draco, fuck me harder." Hermione moaned again.
Draco happily obliged, pushing himself deeper inside of her incredibly warm, wet tight pussy.
A loud slam brought them both back to earth, scaring them half to death, and most certainly ending any chance at finishing up. They stood huddled together, pulling on various items of clothing, less it be a teacher that had slammed the door. No one came towards them. Eventually, when all the clothes were back on, they walked over to the door, to find it shut, and themselves alone.
"Well, that's a relief" Draco said happily as he kissed her neck, "...Shall we continue?"
"Here...or down in our rooms?" Hermione replied with a sexy smile.
"Well, I was thinking...We really should get warmed up quickly, we've been out here on the roof in the cold and your turning to ice in my hand...maybe a nice bubble bath together?"
Hermione pulled away and looked at him strangely. Was this really Draco Malfoy? Wanting to a take a bubble bath together? That seemed ridiculously over dramatically romantic, something she didn't think he had in him...and not something she was all together interested in. She didn't want romance; she wanted sex, straight up and easy. This was NOT going to be easy....but it could be fun, she'd never fucked anyone during a bubble bath.
"That sounds hot" she said at last, kissing him softly, surprising herself in the process.
He took her hand and led her down the stairs. He didn't let go of her hand until they were in front of the entrance to there shared dormitory. He hadn't noticed the people staring at them, pointing at them, laughing at them. Hermione had, and it sickened her. She liked the sex and she even found herself liking Draco, but she didn't want to date him! And now the whole school thinks that they are together. Great.
Once inside Draco suggested she go get some towels, while he ran the bath. Eager to get away from him for a few minutes, she agreed, and went to see where the linen closet was. By the time she got back Draco had filled the swimming pool sized tub (far larger then the one in the prefects bathroom) with steamy hot water and large purple bubbles that smelled like grape kool-aid.
He himself was sitting with his feet dangling in to the water, still fully dressed. Hermione set the towels down on the floor and kicked off her shoes before sitting beside him. Being the evil twat he was, he promptly pushed her into the water, fully dressed. She screamed in shock and moved to pull him in with her, but before she could he gracefully slide in and pulled her into a deep kiss.
"I think" he said, between kisses "we have too much clothing on, with us being in the bath and all"
"I do think your right" Hermione tugged her shirt up over her head and tossed it in the water "Don't need that or this" she said, pulling his shirt off as well.
"Or these." he added, as he pull off his jeans and boxers, leaving himself completely nude.
"But this," he said as he fingered the edge of her skirt "This can stay"
Hermione laughed and ran a finger along the bottom of her bra "This to?"
"No that goes" he said smartly "as he undid the front clasp and tossed it aside, leaving Hermione wearing her school uniform skirt, and her pale girlish lacy pink underwear.
Hermione stood back and spread her arms and twirled around in the water "Anything else?"
"Yes. But you have to close your eyes" he replied with a grin on his face. She closed her eyes and heard him slosh over to her.
He moaned softly, and started running his hands over her body ever so lightly, making chills run down her spine. He worked his was from her neck to her breasts and lightly cupped them in his hands, her nipples growing hard with his touch. Suddenly his hands vanished from her body, and all she heard was a quiet glug. She was about to open her eyes to see where he went, when she felt the most unbelievable pleasure. Draco was under water, under her skirt giving her the most amazing oral sex she'd ever had. He had to stop after just a few seconds, but it was more then enough to send Hermione into an orgasm, and yet not enough to quench her lust. Before Draco could come back up for air, Hermione had ripped off her pale girlish lacy pink underwear and her skirt. When he broke the surface she reached out to him and pulled him in close, smooshing his head between her breasts, and whispering in his ear that she needed him. That was all he needed to hear. He stood up, so the water was just to his shoulders, and lifted her up so her tits were half in the water, half out, her nipples rock hard from the cold air.
But he had other things in mind that were far more important. Hermione wrapped her legs around him, and guided him in to her pussy. When she pushed herself down on him, it was all his legs could take, they buckled and nearly sent the couple over there heads. Hermione laughed, and started guiding them to the wall of the bath, not letting Draco remove himself from her, enjoying the sensation of the water pushing between his skin and hers far too much. When they reached the edge she began to move up and down his length, faster and longer, shoving her tits in his face. Draco was trying to stay in control, but found it impossible to predict what she would do next. All he could do was to hold her hips and push into her as hard as he could. Then he had an idea. He wrapped one arm around her to keep her supported as she bounced up and down, and used the other to play with her nipples. When Hermione looked like she was about to come, he quickly put his hand back on her hip and lifted her off of him, dropped to his knees and started to lick her pussy while under the water, causing Hermione to moan loudly. Intense waves of pleasure racked her body as his skillful tongue sent her in to orgasm after orgasm.
When she was completely spent, he gently pulled Hermione over to the broad steps leading out of the pool, sitting down and pulling her in to his lap. He was quite content to stay there, and did so until Hermione recovered enough to ask him if he came.
"Soon enough," Came his contented reply. "What time is it?"
Hermione hopped up, fully recovered, and walked out of the bath, into the sitting room to look at the large grandfather clock.
"Half-past 10....I suppose we should go out and patrol the corridors until midnight."
"Mmm, I suppose we should" Draco winked, and hoisted himself up out of the bathtub. "But we should probably put some clothing on first..."
Hermione looked down at her lovely nude form, glistening from the bath water "Oh yeah. Do you know where they put the trunks?"
"Yours is in the room off to the right, I hope its ok I took the left."
"I'm sure it'll be fine."
And with that, Hermione left to get clothes. Entering the room on the right, she found all of her belongings neatly put away, and Crookshanks curled up in the middle of her bed.
"Good thing I hid my sexy underwear and things in that secret compartment" she thought, as she grabbed the first uniform she found hanging in the wardrobe. "I don't want any house elf seeing that stuff and saying something to the wrong person!"
Quickly she got dressed, and met Draco in the common room.
The agreed that they'd meet by the Gryffindor tower when they were done there individual rounds and head back together.
But of course, when does anything ever go as planned?
