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Disclaimer: I aint Joann.
Summary: Draco and Hermione are now prefects, and have a midnight meeting in a bathroom....hmmm a peculiar place to do anything dirty...Rated R because of sexual content and sexual tension. Dont get fooled by the title.
Hermione stumbled across the deserted darkness, looking around in the blinded area. Her feet stuck into something sticky. "Gross!" she cursed aloud, and it took a long time to get her foot out. Was this the chamber that Dumbledore was talking about? If it is, it was really dirty and messy.
Could use a little cleaning, Hermione thought, her footsteps stomping across the dry rough excuse for a floor. Their was a yell behind her, and Hermione unintentionally started to run. Gasping for air, she placed her hands on her knees, her heart beating fast against the skin of her chest.
"Hello?" she whimpered, sitting up.
"Who is that?" a distinctly familiar voice answered.
"DRACO!" Hermione exclaimed as the figure went closer. Sure enough, Draco Malfoy was sheepishly making his way across the chamber, his shoes in his hands.
"Granger." he drawled, the shoes dropping into the hard cement.
"Where's all the teachers?" asked Hermione, her hands on her hips as she turned her back to him and looked around. Draco took this moment to slap her fine ass hard.
Hermione let out a squeal and turned around, her face stricken into a grim look and her cheeks blushing furiously.
"DRACO!! What'd you do that for?" she scowled.
Draco shrugged, smirking seemingly.
She let out an exasperated sigh, and grabbed his arm.
"We need to find everyone..how come it's so empty? Why would Dumbledore invite us to this kind of place?" Hermione rambled as they walked stiffly, side by side, her hand still stuck on Draco's.
"Have no idea.." he answered, and his hand let its way to put his arm around her.
She pushed it away and said, "Did you send the letter, Draco?"
Draco bolted up, his eyes widened.
"Why the fuck would I do that?" he said.
"Oh, I don't know...so you could have your way with me?" answered Hermione with a tinge of sarcasm.
"Well, I didn't Granger." he replied truthfully.
"Sure." she mumbled.
"I didn't. If I wanted you, I could have you..." Draco said a bit more louder than usual.
"Hah! In what century?"
He skidded to a stop and pushed Hermione against him.
"In this one." he answered, his hands firmly standing it's ground on her ass.
"You know thats not true, Draco..." her voice, however was suddenly losing it's touch.
His knee came slowly on her crotch and he grinned.
"Oh, really?" he retorted, and his fingers waved her hair back.
Her breathing continued more faster, and she squirmed in his arms as much as she could.
He lifted her ten inches off the ground and she had no choice but to wrap her legs around his waist to avoid falling.
"Draco!" she said with furious anger, trying to ignore the tinglings beyond her inner thighs as she touched his arousal.
He nipped his teeth into the skin of her chin and made his way up onto her lips. She let herself be taken from the sweet essence of his tongue, and pushed hard up against him, trying to get him to buck his hips foward.
"Fuck!" she screamed as he pushed her down to the rough hard ground.
She felt blood on her fingers, but Draco wouldn't let her go.
He straddeled her with his legs, causing her no choice but to let out a breathy moan.
His fingers skillfully rubbed her stomach and she waited impatiently until it lurched to a stop at her crotch.
Draco's well taught fingers did what they were told and rupped against the tip of her crotch, and she was dying for him to continue.
But he stopped, looking at her with that lame smirk of his.
"Want it, Granger eh?" he said.
Hermione didn't answer. She leaped foward and grabbed him by his cheeks, pulled him foward and kissed him roughly pushing up against him.
His lips let go of hers for a second as he removed her blouse. Her bulging humble breasts were bouncing on the thin material of her bra.
"God, DAMNIT!" he yelled, his teeth pulling the straps off.
Hermione shrieked as a thin line of blood revealed itself to her shoulder, and she knew Draco's sharp teeth had done the work, but she had nothing more to say of it, because right then, Draco's firm lips went around her right breast.
Her hand clutched the back of his neck as she pulled him foward. Saliva was making her nipples hard and rough and she lay on the ground as his lips made it's way foward.
"Not so fast..." a voice behind them intruded.
Disclaimer: I aint Joann.
Summary: Draco and Hermione are now prefects, and have a midnight meeting in a bathroom....hmmm a peculiar place to do anything dirty...Rated R because of sexual content and sexual tension. Dont get fooled by the title.
Hermione stumbled across the deserted darkness, looking around in the blinded area. Her feet stuck into something sticky. "Gross!" she cursed aloud, and it took a long time to get her foot out. Was this the chamber that Dumbledore was talking about? If it is, it was really dirty and messy.
Could use a little cleaning, Hermione thought, her footsteps stomping across the dry rough excuse for a floor. Their was a yell behind her, and Hermione unintentionally started to run. Gasping for air, she placed her hands on her knees, her heart beating fast against the skin of her chest.
"Hello?" she whimpered, sitting up.
"Who is that?" a distinctly familiar voice answered.
"DRACO!" Hermione exclaimed as the figure went closer. Sure enough, Draco Malfoy was sheepishly making his way across the chamber, his shoes in his hands.
"Granger." he drawled, the shoes dropping into the hard cement.
"Where's all the teachers?" asked Hermione, her hands on her hips as she turned her back to him and looked around. Draco took this moment to slap her fine ass hard.
Hermione let out a squeal and turned around, her face stricken into a grim look and her cheeks blushing furiously.
"DRACO!! What'd you do that for?" she scowled.
Draco shrugged, smirking seemingly.
She let out an exasperated sigh, and grabbed his arm.
"We need to find everyone..how come it's so empty? Why would Dumbledore invite us to this kind of place?" Hermione rambled as they walked stiffly, side by side, her hand still stuck on Draco's.
"Have no idea.." he answered, and his hand let its way to put his arm around her.
She pushed it away and said, "Did you send the letter, Draco?"
Draco bolted up, his eyes widened.
"Why the fuck would I do that?" he said.
"Oh, I don't know...so you could have your way with me?" answered Hermione with a tinge of sarcasm.
"Well, I didn't Granger." he replied truthfully.
"Sure." she mumbled.
"I didn't. If I wanted you, I could have you..." Draco said a bit more louder than usual.
"Hah! In what century?"
He skidded to a stop and pushed Hermione against him.
"In this one." he answered, his hands firmly standing it's ground on her ass.
"You know thats not true, Draco..." her voice, however was suddenly losing it's touch.
His knee came slowly on her crotch and he grinned.
"Oh, really?" he retorted, and his fingers waved her hair back.
Her breathing continued more faster, and she squirmed in his arms as much as she could.
He lifted her ten inches off the ground and she had no choice but to wrap her legs around his waist to avoid falling.
"Draco!" she said with furious anger, trying to ignore the tinglings beyond her inner thighs as she touched his arousal.
He nipped his teeth into the skin of her chin and made his way up onto her lips. She let herself be taken from the sweet essence of his tongue, and pushed hard up against him, trying to get him to buck his hips foward.
"Fuck!" she screamed as he pushed her down to the rough hard ground.
She felt blood on her fingers, but Draco wouldn't let her go.
He straddeled her with his legs, causing her no choice but to let out a breathy moan.
His fingers skillfully rubbed her stomach and she waited impatiently until it lurched to a stop at her crotch.
Draco's well taught fingers did what they were told and rupped against the tip of her crotch, and she was dying for him to continue.
But he stopped, looking at her with that lame smirk of his.
"Want it, Granger eh?" he said.
Hermione didn't answer. She leaped foward and grabbed him by his cheeks, pulled him foward and kissed him roughly pushing up against him.
His lips let go of hers for a second as he removed her blouse. Her bulging humble breasts were bouncing on the thin material of her bra.
"God, DAMNIT!" he yelled, his teeth pulling the straps off.
Hermione shrieked as a thin line of blood revealed itself to her shoulder, and she knew Draco's sharp teeth had done the work, but she had nothing more to say of it, because right then, Draco's firm lips went around her right breast.
Her hand clutched the back of his neck as she pulled him foward. Saliva was making her nipples hard and rough and she lay on the ground as his lips made it's way foward.
"Not so fast..." a voice behind them intruded.
