SHIT, mah bad. This chapter is 100% complete and utter sex, and nothing else.
Skip it if you'd rather not read 100% complete and utter sex. I realize that it offends quite a lot of people.
Sex, I mean.
Especially those under the age of eighteen. So maybe that would be inappropriate for you. But, you know. I'm not going to tell you how to live your life, y'all. ;)
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Disclaimer: Sorry that I keep putting your characters in sexual situations, JKR
Her eyes slid open almost immediately. He lowered his hand quickly, releasing her hair as inconspicuously as possible, and forced his face into a nonchalant expression.
"What are you--" she began, her voice raspy with sleep.
"It's eleven o' clock," Draco responded, cutting her off. "I think maybe I should take you to the Hospital Wing." She scrunched up her nose and pressed her face into his pillow, causing his heart to flutter just a little bit.
"I don't want to go to the Hospital Wing," she mumbled, beating her fist against the mattress for emphasis.
"I think you--"
"I'm alright!" she moaned, twisting her back so that she faced him instead of the blankets. Draco paused, eyeing her cautiously for a moment.
"Are you quite sure?" he asked tentatively, his voice barely above a whisper.
"Yes," Hermione answered bluntly. "Now, let me go back to sleep."
She turned to bury her face into his plush Slytherin cushions, bringing her right hand up next to her face to cradle the corner of the bed. He snatched up her wrist and squeezed it, causing her to snap her head in his direction and shoot him a wary look.
"If you're not going to the Hospital Wing," he said slowly, emphasizing his consonants carefully in order to give his words a more devious lilt--a trick he'd adopted from the Potions Master himself, "then, surely, you don't expect me to allow you to sleep away this beautiful moonlit night."
Hermione scoffed angrily and spat, "Most nights are moonlit, Draco."
He blinked twice and closed his mouth, his eyebrows knitting together at the base of his forehead.
"That was entirely uncalled for," he answered finally.
She batted her eyelashes and smirked.
"Come on, Hermione," Draco hissed, easing the door open as quietly as possible. He winced at the tiny squeak that the frame gave halfway through. It seemed to reverberate off the stone walls and grow to ten times its original size. Fearfully, he concluded that a quarter of a meter was more than open enough and nodded briskly at the doorknob before releasing it and sneaking back towards the bed. "Hey!" he whispered. "Let's go!"
"I'm fixing myself!" Hermione whispered from behind the bed curtains. He rolled his eyes and parted the silky fabric effortlessly, using one arm to sweep them off to the side. She made a sharp noise and froze in place.
His bedspread was a mess, probably due to the fact that the two of them had been lying in it (together) for the past couple of hours. She sat back on her haunches in the center of the bed, her hair matted from where she'd been sleeping on it, her face fresh and ruddy with sleep. Her shirt was rumpled enough to display just the smallest bit of her midriff and scooped low enough to show off more than twice the amount of cleavage he was used to seeing from her...which, he noted with disdain, was probably less than four square inches of skin. Her woolen skirt was wrinkled and the waistband had risen to the area just below her bellybutton, meaning that the hem had risen to the area just above the midpoint of her thigh. Her fingers were stalled on the button and she stared wide-eyed at him, her full eyelashes fluttering and her mouth slightly agape.
She made an extremely loud whooshing noise that was probably the start of a very rude question, but Draco clapped his right hand over her mouth and shushed her angrily. "The door is open, Hermione," he warned. And, suddenly, he felt a pounding in his chest that probably had something to do with the fact that she was currently clutching her unzipped skirt to her hips with one hand and attempting to readjust her disarrayed shirt with the other. His vision blurred slightly and he made a rather primitive noise in the base of his throat before continuing with his half-formed idea by slipping his fingers from her lips and replacing them with his own.
She responded by humming muffled protests into his mouth as he wrapped his arms tightly around her back and drew her closer to him. He was vaguely aware of her hands releasing her clothing in order to smack and scratch at his chest, but he persisted in peppering her lips with rough, passionate, kisses interspersed with grunts of need. He gripped her wrists and pinned them behind her back to join his hands and she whimpered angrily. Draco seized the opportunity and popped her bottom lip between his own, nibbling the delicate flesh before running his tongue over the places he'd trailed his teeth.
He flicked one eye open in order to peek at her face--flushed but unreadable--before he realized that her hands were slack in his own. He let go and watched her eyes shut a bit tighter as she brought them up to rest on the hard muscles of his chest. Draco's mouth opened automatically and his eyes rolled to the back of his head. And then Hermione slid her tongue timidly out to explore the inside of his now-opened mouth and Draco's eyes shot open again. He bucked his hips toward her involuntarily and made a guttural sound of approval. She slid the heels of her hands from the knots in his shoulders down to his ribcage, accidentally stealing across his nipples in the most amazing way before she dragged her fingers down around his hips.
It was then that Draco became aware of the fact that he was obviously dreaming. He screwed his eyes shut and let out a dry sob that Hermione either ignored or didn't mind because she sighed into his mouth and slid one hand into his hair as she continued to control the kiss. And she pulled. And it hurt. And he didn't even care that she'd just tugged at his most prized possession because he was so fucking glad that it was all real.
Recharged, he grunted and ran his hands over the expanse of her back before coming to a decision and cupping her bum. She immediately detached from his mouth with a struggling "squelch"ing noise. She drew back, slightly panting and slightly scandalized, but Draco didn't give her time to scream about it because he merely hoisted her up and wrapped her legs around his hips. She squeaked and he scurried across the room and shut the door, fumbling in his pocket for his wand. Unable to find it quickly enough, he grit his teeth and said, "Accio my wand, goddamn it!" It came flying out from under the bed and hit him square between the eyes, causing Hermione to giggle in amusement. He gripped it fiercely and recited as many wards as he could recall before tossing it somewhere behind him. He swung himself around and practically threw Hermione into the door, slamming her back against the wood as gently as possible. She arched into him and he hissed in pleasure, reaching down to grab at the soft skin of her sides from underneath her school shirt.
It was seconds before he felt Hermione's hand on the back of his neck. She wrenched him forward and crashed her lips into his, opening her mouth to devour him before they'd even connected. She held fast to his head, holding it in place as she worked through the kiss, bouncing herself up and down a little between the wall and his hips. Once again, Draco's eyes rolled to the back of his head. Usually, he hated to be the submissive one. He was always in power. He hadn't known how fucking amazing it could feel to not have to do any work, however, and it was enough to hold her against the wall with his hands on her ass as she fucked his face with her tongue. Merlin, it was fucking amazing.
He moaned loudly and she locked her elbows behind his head and then traced the outline of his chest with her fingers, making little noises that sent shots of blood straight to his groin.
And then he felt her pushing against him, taking hold of one of his hands and forcing it away from her bum as she lowered her feet back into contact with the floor. Draco struggled, eager to hold onto her for as long as possible, but she pressed his chest away from herself and he reluctantly obliged. He removed his lips from her own and slid his cheek into place against hers, breathing deeply and attempting to drag the moment out for just a bit longer.
But, even after she had pushed him away, she continued to apply a generous amount of pressure to his abdomen and he looked down at her face to judge her expression.
Determination.
Surprised, he gave into her and found himself careening backwards. He felt the hollows of his knees hit against something solid and he tripped, falling numbly against the mattress. Hermione followed, practically leaping on top of him and reclaiming his mouth. He wasn't sure what the fuck was happening so he lay as if paralyzed, allowing her to glide her full lips across his, sneaking her tongue out to tease at the opening of his mouth. And then she moved down to his throat, biting and licking from the left side to the right in a way that had Draco throwing his hips off of the bed in the hopes of making contact with hers. She raised her head a few inches, making eye contact with him as her chest rose and fell rapidly, her breath coming out in ragged gasps. He stared back at her, his eyes wide. And then, without warning, she tugged hard at the fabric of his shirt, effectively removing two or three buttons, before attaching her delicious honey lips to his left nipple and biting down.
"FUCK!" Draco screamed, arching his back.
"Fuck," Draco whispered. His hair was a mess, his eyes half-lidded, his lips rosy and full from his successful snogging session. His torn shirt had somehow been removed and lay near his left leg, some of the buttons having been tossed across the room. Most importantly of all, he was so hard it actually hurt. He winced and slid one hand down to cup himself in an attempt to release some of the ache.
Hermione lay next to him, breathing hard, her clothes even less presentable than they already had been. He had no bloody idea how he'd done it, but somewhere along the line he'd managed to ease her shirt open and steal a glimpse of her white cotton bra. It matched the white cotton knickers he'd accidentally seen so many times before, and he'd nearly shot off in his pants at the idea of seeing her in only those two items of clothing. She hadn't seemed to care when he cupped her tits. Actually, she'd seemed to enjoy it.
Merlin, why did they have to stop?
"I'll be back," he mumbled, staggering slightly as he rose to his feet. He sent himself straight to the bathroom and shut the door, deciding to keep the darkness in order to properly imagine Hermione in front of him. As his eyes adjusted, however, he could clearly see the red lines trailing from his shoulders to the waistband of his pants, and, astonished, he flicked on the lights in order to have a better look.
Fucking nail marks!
Another surge of energy shot straight to Draco's dick and he groaned. He hadn't felt her make those.
"Can I ask you something?" Draco offered, smirking as he leaned against the bedpost. He crossed his arms. Hermione turned herself over and gazed lazily up at him, nodding and matching his smirk with ease. He lifted his hand to his face and examined his nails in nonchalance, allowing the question to spill out innocently. "Did you just have it off in my bed?"
Hermione faltered, her eyes widening as an exquisite blush stole across her face. He blinked at her.
"What?"
Draco snickered. "I mean, I just wanked the fucking shit out of myself and it's not nearly enough," he assured her, gesturing suggestively at his pelvis. He watched her carefully as she sat up, determined not to show any emotion at all. "Merlin, Hermione, do you ever have it off?" he asked, somewhat alarmed.
"You're not--" she began, meeting his eyes angrily.
"Alright, alright," he soothed, grinning to himself. "You don't have to answer if you don't want to." He extended his hand and lifted her off of the bed, dragging her towards the door as he did so. Just as they cleared the door frame and entered the hallway, he bent his head down next to her ear and whispered, "I already know the answer."
She shuddered in the most delicious way and he smiled smugly to himself.
