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Now: Draco takes action...or is he taken? ;-)
Warning/Reminder: As I said in the beginning, there will be lemons & limes all over the place. If you aren't interested in that, don't read it!

Chapter Twelve

The cobwebs in Draco's brain were clearing out. Granger had propositioned him. She skipped Phase Three and went straight to Phase Four and Five - without him! She sat there pressed against him, whispering in her ear, and he did nothing!

Draco stared at her heart-shaped arse as she turned toward her room. She looked over her shoulder at him. He must have been a sight - a slack-jawed imbecile with a raging hard on, very obviously tenting his trousers. Then she winked at him! She smiled and winked before turning back toward her room.

Time seemed to slow down for Draco. Fuck his plan! Fuck Phase Three. No, wait. Fuck Granger! He was going to fuck Granger! He was going to make his legs work again and get up off that couch. And he was going to have her, now!

Now! Draco was screaming at himself.

Granger hadn't made it very far and Draco reached her in a few strides of his long legs. He grabbed her around the waist and propelled her into the wall, right next to her bedroom door. Draco pressed his body into hers.

"I have the perfect suggestion for you," he rasped, his voice husky with lust.

Draco slammed his lips into hers before she could respond. She had been doing all the talking, making all the moves. It was time for her to see he was a wizard of action! She seemed a little taken off guard, but soon was kissing him back with equal fervor. Her lips were soft but firm. They parted slightly and Draco slid his tongue along the opening. Granger moaned and pressed into him a little more. Now that was more like it.

Draco moved his hands down to her arse and squeezed those perfect globes. He pulled her up, still pressing her back to the wall, so he didn't have to bend down to kiss her. She wrapped those denim-clad legs around his waist and Draco's erection was flush with her center. He rocked himself forward, pressing his now throbbing cock into her.

Granger gasped and dug her fingers into his shoulders. Draco kept kissing her. She had a fantastic little mouth. Her tongue caressed and pushed against his, making him feel drunk. He slid one hand off her arse and it moved up her torso to those tits that had been taunting him. He palmed one of them before running his thumb over her hardened nipple. Granger moaned again and pressed her hips forward into his straining cock.

Draco threw his head back as his eyes rolled up into his head. If they kept up like this, he was going to shoot his load in his pants. He tried to think of Quidditch statistics and diverted the disaster for the moment. It was all too much, but he had to hold off. What would Granger think if he went off before they had even removed any clothing?

"Unless you plan to fuck me up against this wall, I think we should move," Granger panted.

Draco brought his gaze back to her. She looked better than she ever had before, even all dressed up for the Yule Ball fourth year. Now her face was flushed, her lips were swollen from his kisses, her chest was heaving as she caught her breath, and her eyes were clouded with lust. Draco even liked her ridiculous hair, messed up and in disarray. He smirked.

"Maybe that is exactly what I plan to do," Draco retorted, taking her ripe bottom lip gently in his teeth and pulling a little. She groaned as he released her.

"That is hard to do in jeans," Granger breathed in his ear, nipping at his earlobe. "Later, when I am wearing my school skirt, I hope you will fuck me against the wall."

"Merlin, Granger," Draco thrust against her. "You are killing me. The things I'm going to do to you..."

Granger gave him a mischievous grin that was very Slytherin looking. She pushed against his chest, making Draco step back. She slid down the wall, back to her feet. Her small hands went to the hem of his sweater and pushed it up over his head, tossing the hunter green cashmere down to the floor.

"Mmmm," she raised her eyebrows as her fingers started unbuttoning his shirt. "Tell me. Tell me the things you are going to do to me, Draco."

Granger began walking backwards, pulling on his shirt as she undid the buttons. Draco chuckled softly. It seemed Granger wanted him to talk dirty to her. He rose an eyebrow at his little minx.

"First, I'm going to strip you," he responded. "I'm going to run my tongue all over you. I 'm going to suck on those tits that have been taunting me. Then I'm going to lick your sweet cunt."

Granger kicked open her bedroom door and pulled Draco inside by his now open shirt. Her breathing had picked up and her eyes looked a little wild. She stopped at the foot of her bed and ran the tip of her nose across his bare chest.

"Then what?" she asked, her voice low and throaty again.

"Then I am going to make you come with my face between your thighs," Draco replied. He gave a growl when Granger dragged her teeth across his pectoral muscle. Then she teased his nipple with her teeth, turning his growl into a groan. So many witches neglected a wizard's nipples, much to Draco's dismay; but Granger excelled at everything she did. "Before you have a chance to catch your breath, I am going to fuck you. Oh Granger, I am going to fuck you so hard and for so long. You have no idea what you are in for."

For a moment, Draco wasn't sure he could back up his statements. This witch seriously tested his control and stamina. He already had to stave off coming just from snogging and groping.

"I believe the saying is, ladies first," she purred, tossing Draco's shirt to the floor. Before he could say anything Granger sank down to her knees and was unzipping his trousers. The trousers pooled at his ankles, and Granger freed his cock from his pants. Draco stared down at the intoxicating little witch, his mouth hanging open. He was breathing heavily now. He was also certain he would not be able to fuck her for any significant length of time.

He did manage to notice that Granger's mouth was hanging open too, her eyes greedily taking in his substantial erection, jutting out proudly right in front of her face. Draco knew he had a pretty impressive cock, gifted in both length and girth - but nothing so huge that it would be unmanageable or freakish. He had some hesitant reactions from witches before, usually followed by questions asking in some manner if it would fit.

"I knew you had to be cocky for a reason," Granger finally breathed, lightly running her fingers over him. Draco shivered and come started leaking from the tip. He was already so close.

Next thing he knew, her warm, wet mouth was wrapped around the head. Granger's tongue ran around the tip - tracing the ridges and licking off that drops that had started to leak out.

"Fuck, Granger!" Draco groaned. He threaded his fingers into her riotous curls. They were softer than he had imagined and not tangled at all. He put his hands there so he could touch her and to try to steady himself, not because he needed to guide her. Granger was doing fine on her own.

She ran the flat of her tongue along his length, tracing the veins. Draco's knees almost buckled when she sucked his bollocks into her mouth, one at a time. When she engulfed his cock in her mouth, he squeezed his eyes shut. She was sliding her pert little know-it-all mouth up and down, driving him crazy. It was better than he imagined. He opened his eyes. He had to watch her sucking him. Draco knew it would push him too far to control, but he didn't care. Granger was on her knees, sucking him off. He couldn't not watch his cock disappear into her smart mouth and see it come back out, shining with her spit.

"I'm not going to last," Draco admitted, though it pained him to do so. He had to come. He could definitely go again. His recovery time was usually pretty good, but with Granger, he was certain he would be hard again very soon.

Granger responded to his statement by swallowing him down. The little minx relaxed the back of her throat and swallowed him all the way down, her hand cupping his bollocks.

"Shite, witch! I'm going to come. Oh, fuck, I'm coming!" Draco shouted. No one had ever managed to deep throat him before, and Slytherin was full of some very experienced cocksuckers.

Instead of releasing him, Granger continued swallowing around him. Draco never came so hard in his life. His Gryffindor Princess took every last drop and licked him clean. When he recovered, Draco saw her self-satisfied smile, which wasn't new for Granger. She had a very similar smile when she knew she had aced an exam or done well at a task. Well, Draco was sure he knew how to wipe that smile off her face. She wasn't the only one with talents.

Next: Draco finally takes action!