Sorry for the late update, I just had a huge writer's block for this chapter of this story, and the next chapter of my other story Alone. I hope you like it! Review, and I don't own HP.
Hermione was caught in a whirlwind of emotions. She hadn't expected to find Malfoy ganging up on Nott during her rounds, and now her she was, snogging Theodore as if her life depended on it. And the worst part was; it felt right. And she realized finally why she had felt the urge to watch him, why she had kissed him, and why she had truly felt like seriously hurting Malfoy when she saw what he was doing to Theodore. She had fallen for him.
It wasn't love, but it was more than just physical attraction. She liked him. She really, really liked him. And even as she was snogging him, she realized that he probably didn't feel for her to the same degree, but she couldn't bring herself to stop it. So there she was, snogging Theodore like her life depended on it.
They only broke apart for gasps of air, and she clung to him, reveling in the feeling of his mouth against hers. She didn't know when she had pushed his robes off his shoulders, or when he had pushed her up against the cold stone wall, all that was in her mind was the way he was touching her the way his tongue felt against hers.
His mouth left hers, and he attached himself to her neck, nipping sucking and licking, and it all felt so good. She should probably stop it. She knew she should. But she had finally accepted her feelings for him, and she just wanted to forget the fact that he probably didn't feel the same. To pretend that he really liked her too.
She didn't object as he frantically pushed her robe off her shoulders, and started to unbutton her shirt, rather, she returned the gesture, both of them clawing at each other's clothes, searching for relief.
Oh god. He had thrown her shirt to the floor, and had latched his mouth to the skin right above the edge of her pale blue bra, repeating the attentions he had given her neck. They were approaching the point of no return. She should really stop this. She was supposed to be doing rounds, she wasn't supposed to like him, and they were in the hallway by the library for god's sakes. But all thoughts of guilt were wiped away as he pushed her bra down and wrapped his warm lips around her nipple, flicking his tongue against its hard surface.
She moaned as his other hand rolled the other around with his fingers, sending shocks of pleasure down her body. She pulled his head up kissing him firmly on the mouth, almost as if to make herself believe that it wasn't just sex, and pushed against him in frenzied movements, removing his shirt so that they were skin against skin, flesh against flesh.
He completely removed her bra, and his hand slid down her side to the zipper of her school skirt, his fingers hesitantly dancing at her waist before they made a decision and he pulled down the zipper. Hermione wiggled out of the skirt kicking the fabric aside, and her hands flew to the button of his pants as she decided it was time for him to receive the same treatment.
She flipped their positions, so that he was the one against the wall, and looked at him, smirking at his somewhat surprised expression. She kissed his neck and pushed down his pants, rubbing her hand down his well endowed length. He groaned in pleasure, and she moved her mouth's attentions down to his nipple, continuing to stroke him through his silky green boxers. How Slytherin.
He lightly pushed her back and hastily removed his shoes and socks before his boxers so that he was standing in the corridor in all his glory; very, very erect. Yes, he was skinny, and not what a girl might imagine being her perfect guy, but Hermione thought he was beautiful.
She pushed off the last bits of her own clothing, and hesitantly approached him, but he quickly rid her of any hesitation by grabbing her and pulling her flush against him.
They kissed again, rubbing and grinding against each other trying to find some release. He flipped their positions, slipping his hand down her body and between her legs, stroking her hot wetness. Hermione moaned thrusting her hips up into his hands. She wrapped her legs around his thin hips and rubbed herself against him. He groaned and she wrapped her hand around him pulling him up and placing him at her entrance.
He pushed into her, filling her and filling the hallway with the sounds of sex. She moaned, enjoying he tremors of pleasure each thrust brought. She was glad that they weren't hindered by the issues of virginity; it wasn't painful, it wasn't fumbling, it was hot, fast, and so satisfying.
Everything felt so wonderful, and the pressure built up inside her until it exploded, turning her world upside down. He continued thrusting through her mind-shattering orgasm until he came with a small cry. They slowly broke apart, sated, and unsure of how to act.
Hermione turned so she didn't have to face him and gathered her clothing, slipping it on ashamedly. It was easy to pretend while it was happening but she couldn't pretend now. She felt cheap.
She could hear the rustling behind her of Nott slipping on his clothes. She turned awkwardly and glanced up at his curious expression before fleeing down the corridor. Damnit. She really shouldn't have done that. Now she seriously regretted it. Theodore- no Nott, didn't like her. He didn't care about her. But she was too preoccupied with regret to notice the hurt look on his face as she left the corridor.
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