"Hello beautiful," a low voice murmured, hands around Hermione's eyes. She smiled closing her book.
"Your lines are getting a bit old Malfoy," she replied.
"Like I said before, I don't need lines with you," he said.
"Why do you use them then? Surely it would be quicker to simply seduce me with your fingers and mouth." Draco chuckled.
"I like seeing you smile. And the pretty pink your cheeks turn."
"And I thought I was being perfectly blasé. I'll have to work on my composure," Hermione laughed, shifting on the armchair. It was late morning and Hermione had returned from her girl talk escapade to the Heads common room. Draco removed his hands from her eyes, sitting down in the armchair opposite hers. He sat in it like a king, arms hanging over the sides. And his smirk. Dear merlin, the smirk. She wanted to simultaneously slap him and kiss him when his mouth pulled up and down like that.
"You're wittier in the mornings I see. And also when you're not seducing me in a corridor." Hermione's mouth dropped open in indignation.
"I think you'll find you were the one who seduced me Mr Righteous. You approached me in the Room of Requirement."
"And you gave me a hand job. You made the first move darling," he said smugly.
"You, darling Draco, seemed to enjoy the hand job, if I recall correctly," Hermione said, remembering Draco's pants and moans.
"Fair point. Let's just say it was a mutual seduction." Hermione nodded and picked up her book again.
"Just to boost my ego, Hermione dearest, how sore are you this fine morning?" Hermione snapped her book shut and sighed.
"I'm fine actually. I thought I would be much stiffer but I woke up feeling fine," she lied smoothly. Draco's eyes glinted.
"You're lying," he said. Hermione shrugged.
"Prove it." In a flash, Draco stood up and picked the slight brunette up, sitting back down on the armchair with her on top of him. He kissed her aggressively, lips and teeth colliding as Hermione tried to get closer to him. She felt like she wanted to climb inside him, to be one with the damned boy who was making her feel this way. Draco's hands gripped her waist and one hand pressed onto the area on Hermione's panty line, low on her stomach. Hermione gasped in pain, pulling back from Draco. He was smirking again.
"Liar," he whispered. Hermione scowled.
"That hurt you bastard," she muttered, massaging the tender spot. Draco kissed her again, softly this time, his fingers replacing hers.
"Apologies," he murmured into her mouth. Hermione smiled.
"Such a gentleman," she said softly, jabbing her hand into his groin. Malfoy grunted.
"Oww," he groaned. He looked at Hermione. "I'm not going to call you what I was very close to saying just to prove how much of a gentleman I actually am."
"Let me guess, a cunt?" Malfoy smirked.
"It didn't hurt that much. Bitch seemed more appropriate."
"Your bitch," Hermione murmured, leaning down to kiss him. She felt him smile against her mouth.
"If you wish darling," he growled, gripping her waist.
"Oh I do, sweetheart." Hermione replied softly.
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