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Chapter Fourteen

Granger was sprawled out over him, Draco's softening cock still inside her. Both of them were wet with sweat. Draco was about to suggest a bath, so he could fulfill his fantasy of shagging Granger in that big tub, when they heard a knock at their common room door. Granger didn't move a muscle. The only sign that she heard the knock was a put-upon sigh she breathed on his chest.

"Not up for company, Princess?" Draco teased.

"I hope it isn't anything important," she groaned, sliding off him. "I wanted to shag you again tonight, if you are up for it."

"Oh, I'm up for it, Granger," Draco grinned at her teasing and gave her arse a hearty slap as she walked away from the bed.

Granger shrugged on a robe and Draco pouted as he pulled back on his trousers. He picked up his shirt off the floor, but just slung it over his shoulder. He had no intention of getting dressed again, no matter who was at the door.

Draco settled himself on the couch, in front of the fire. He opened up the book sitting on the side table, pretending to read while Granger opened the door.

"Hi, Ron," Granger smiled at the redhead at the door. Draco rolled his eyes. He should have known. He managed to suppress his grin over the fact that she didn't invite Weasel in.

"You weren't at dinner," Weasel offered, as an excuse for his presence. "I came to check on you and see if you wanted to hang out tonight."

"Oh, thanks for thinking of me, Ron," Granger smiled. "Rounding up all the students took a lot out of me. The younger ones can be little beasts. I needed a bit of a kip more than I needed dinner. Now I am going to take a nice long bath."

"Well, if you are looking for company later, you know where to find - is Malfoy naked?" Weasel asked.

"Of course not, Ron," Granger scoffed, looking over her shoulder. Draco figured it was hard to see his trousers from the Weasel's vantage. "He's wearing trousers, he's just shirtless. He actually walks around like that a lot."

"That's..." Weasel sputtered a bit.

"You get used to it." Granger waved her hand dismissively toward Draco. "I'll see you tomorrow."

"Feel free to come by and ogle me anytime, Weasel," Draco called out, turning a page in his book.

Draco heard some more sputtering from the Weasel as Granger closed the door, with more assurances she would see him tomorrow.

"It isn't nice to tease him, Draco," Granger chided. Draco just rolled his eyes and threw the book back where he found it. "We did miss dinner though."

As Heads, they had access to the kitchens. Draco leaned into the fire and called down to the elves. He ordered up some sandwiches, chips, and hot chocolate. It would soon appear on their table, just like the empty dishes would disappear later.

"Now...whatever shall we do while we wait," Draco purred, as he sauntered over to Granger. He swept her up in his arms and deposited her on their still empty table. It was a very large table, with plenty of room for what Draco had in mind; even if their dinner did arrive before he was through. Granger laughed as Draco untied her robe and slid it down her shoulders.

"I think I will have an appetizer." Draco grinned. He latched onto one of her delicious nipples and sucked on her. Granger threw her head back and moaned. She wrapped her legs around him. Draco adored her tits; they fit perfectly in his hands, in his mouth. He scooted her arse up to the edge of the table and pulled back from her a little. "Hmmm. I think there is something else I want to eat."

Draco dropped to his knees and slung Granger's knees over his shoulders. The table was the perfect height. Granger's pretty pink slit was on display before him. He couldn't stop himself from thrusting his tongue into her hole, not that anything was stopping him. Draco relished her taste. He licked her, thrilled to hear her moaning and encouraging him. He used his fingers, rubbing around inside her channel until he found that special spot that made Granger curse and thrash. Draco rubbed that spot and latched onto her clit gently with his teeth. He was having so much fun playing with her, Draco was caught off guard when Granger started coming around his fingers. She gushed a little, and Draco lapped it all up.

"Yes, Draco! Fuck, yes!"

When Granger was licked clean, Draco rose up. He smiled at her, laying limp on the table where they eat and study, eyes closed and a sated smile on her face. He loved how relaxed she was after an orgasm, like a rag doll. Draco pulled her up to him. She pulled him in and kissed him deeply. Draco was surprised, because not every witch wanted to taste herself, and he was sure she would.

His little minx was full of passion, reaching for him, scraping her nails along his shoulders. She reached down and unzipped his trousers for a second time that evening, and again, they dropped to the floor. Draco kicked them away while Granger stroked him. Eating her had already made him hard as a rock.

"This table was the perfect height to feast on your cunt," Draco murmured in her ear. "Let's see if it's the perfect height for what else I want."

Draco pulled Granger forwards, so she was standing in front of him. He spun her in his arms so her back was cradled against his chest. He ran his hands over her body, cupping her tits, as Granger pressed back - rubbing her arse against his cock.

"It's bad manners to put your elbows on the table, but I say screw manners," Draco chuckled, gently pushing her forward. Granger laughed and leaned forward, her elbows and forearms on the table. She was bent at an enticing ninety degree angle, her pert arse waving in front of him, and her legs spread. He could also see her shiny, wet slit in front of him.

Draco rubbed the head of his cock along her slickness, groaning at the feel of her.

"Stop teasing, Draco," Granger ordered.

Draco raised a hand and gave her a light swat on the arse.

"Shut it, you bossy swot," Draco smiled. "Or I'll have to punish you."

"Mmmm, I do tend to be naughty," she looked back over her shoulder and gave him a challenging look. "What are you going to do about it?"

Draco thrust home, making her gasp. He still wasn't over how good she felt. He plowed into her a little roughly, which was exactly what she wanted, if her moans and grunts were any indication. This time Draco got to watch himself plunging in and out of her, without being distracted by those glorious tits.

Granger was gripping the sides of the table, trying to hold on. The table was moving slowly across the room until it hit the wall. Draco knew their dinner had arrived from the sound of rattling dishware.

Draco was so close and Granger sounded close herself, her bossy voice telling him to go harder. Draco fucked her as hard as he could and she wailed. He reached around front and found her clit. He felt his balls tighten up and started furiously rubbing on her hard little pearl.

As soon as she screamed her climax, Draco was right there with her. He was surprised he had anything left, having already come three times before, but he still shot what felt like a considerable load. Again, he roared her name - Hermione.

Draco slumped over her back, trying to catch his breath.

"I didn't hurt you did I?" he managed to ask. He had been so rough.

"Gods no," Granger responded. He could see her smiling that serene, sated smile she had after she comes, her cheek pressed against the table. "That was amazing. I've really worked up an appetite now."

Draco gently pulled out. He noticed red marks on her hips from where he gripped her. In fact, he seemed to have left a mark on the underside of her arse from lifting her up and down on his cock earlier. Draco winced.

"What's wrong?" she asked, turning to lean against the table.

"You're going to have some marks from tonight," Draco said, as apologetically as he could. He ran his fingers lightly over the marks he made on her tanned skin.

"Don't worry about it," she dismissed his concern. Granger walked over to her robe, not self-conscious about striding around starkers. "These will be gone in a few days at most. I'm sorry the same won't be true for your back and arse. I'm afraid I scratched you."

Draco twisted to see his rear and spied several small half moon shapes in his skin from her nails. If he had a mirror, he was sure he'd count ten of them. Draco laughed.

"We're even then," he declared.

Next: Draco uses his mouth...but this time for talking, some of it dirty.