Things were moving too slowly. Too quickly.
Flashes of a grassy field, an old castle, and skin flittered in her mind.
Her vision tilted on its axel again.
She reached down to dig her nails into his skin, scraping hard against the worn ink adorning his chest and arms. She felt a powerful urge to carve more. The desire to sink her teeth in and crawl deep inside of his mind sat heavy on her bare shoulders. She wanted to rip into him. Take and take and take until there was nothing left but what she, so graciously, gave. To gather his being for her own, to possess it, to devour it.
He sat up to lay kisses up her neck. She ground in his lap, riding him relentlessly.
"You're so beautiful, kitten." He whispered reverently.
She fisted her hand in his black hair, her eyes flashing green for a moment. She pushed him onto his back once more, continuing into the night.
"Bloody hell, Granger."
Draco's head was thrown back against the pale green tile of his shower. He ran his hands gently through her curls, holding her ponytail back from her bobbing head. She pulled away for a moment and smirked up at him.
"Should have been a Slytherin." He smiled, moving a hand to caress her cheek. His affection was quickly halted by her tongue flattening and running underneath the head of his cock. He choked on a moan. Hands tightened instinctively in her hair.
She kept eye contact with him even as his lids fluttered. She opened her pretty pink lips and relaxed her throat to take him deep enough to swallow. His hand slapped against the tile behind him with a loud smack.
His knees shook as the water fell around them. Eyes slammed shut.
She hummed around his length, and kept up her brutal pace.
"Does something seem off about Hermione?"