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In My Head

It had begun when He was put on the same Patrols as her. The pair begun in silence but after a few patrols, they begun to talk, then flirt. Before long, they couldn't get enough. It was only on patrols though, then they were alone. Never when anyone else was around. It was a sin. They loved it.

A touch of a hand, swinging, and catching the others. They were intrigued. They were hooked. They wanted it. All it took was an exchange of eyes. Locked in passion, desire or need. It pushed them to the edge.

Hermione was obsessed. He was constantly on her mind. The stolen glances across the classroom. She didn't know how much more she could take. She needed to know if he felt the same.

That patrol night, her breaths kept catching in her throat. He turned her on. He usually did. But now she was unable to resist him. She wasn't in love him. Anything but. But she wanted him, craved him, needed him. They finished their patrols and she turned to him

"I almost don't want patrols to be over" She admitted

"I know how you feel" He agreed. She pulled out a small black notebook and passed it to him

"What is it?' He asked softly

"You write in yours; it appears in mine and vice versa" Hermione explained

That night they stayed up talking until gone 3 the next morning. Hermione finally fell asleep. Awaking the next morning tired, but satisfied. He couldn't keep the beam off her face all day. She was hoping they would talk more that night, however instead the notebook lit up, signifying a note.

Hermione,

Room of Requirement, 11pm

Draco

She hurried to patrols, almost disappointed that she was with Ron tonight.

10:45 came, and she bid her goodnights to Ron in the common room, after a boring patrol compared to her and Draco's.

She made her way to the room of requirement; inside she found a muggle living room. TV, sofa, and a large bottle of Gin and some tonic. Hermione remembered their conversations a night earlier, Hermione claiming I was one of the nicest muggle drinks, and telling Draco that he simply must try it.

They talked as usual, starting friendly, Hermione asked about Quidditch, Draco asked about her studies. Then the gin hit. A few drinks later Hermione started laughing lightly

"What?" Draco asked

"I'm sorry, I feel the need to apologise, I turn into such a slut when I drink" She laughed

"Now that I don't believe" Draco countered. Hermione flicked her legs up onto his lap. She had changed before she came over, and she was sat next to him wearing some thin leggings, and a nice top. She looked attractive as an understatement.

Draco raised an eyebrow but said nothing more. The pair continued to chat, nothing in particular. But Hermione would twist his words to make an innuendo. Or to imply something dirty.

"You're right. Another side of you does come out when you drink" Draco said. Hermione smirked at him

"A side of me you can't handle" she challenged. Never one to back down from a fight, Draco turned to her

"Oh, can't I? You see. I have never been told that I can't handle someone before. Girls can't handle me" He gloated. Hermione laughed softly

"Is that a challenge?" She asked. Danger in her eyes. But a playful smile on her lips. Draco couldn't deny himself any longer. He leant in and pressed a soft kiss to her lips as she repositioned herself so she was straddling his waist.

She began to rock her hips against his kiss. Feeling his member grow beneath her, and moaned into his mouth as he started rocking himself against her. Her fingers shot straight to the buttons of his shirt. His hands helped her and before long she threw the fabric across the room.

She gawked at his muscular chest for a short while. Well sculpted muscles defined him. She couldn't help herself but run her nails and fingers over the grooves of his soft skin. Tantalizingly slowly. He growled low. He grabbed her wrists and pushed her down onto the sofa. Settling himself between her legs.

He kissed her again, and pulled her top from her body. Sneaking a hand around her back, he unclasped her bra. Pulling it away from her skin, revealing the wonderful globes below. He quickly brought his mouth down on one, sucking the nipple and massaging the mounds roughly. She was moaning, rolling around against him.

"Draco" she gasped as air became harder to come by. The pleasure he was casting upon her was too much, but she needed more.

He brought his knee to her aching clit and let her rock her hips against it. Moaning at the friction. But it was not long before he was able to pull off her leggings. She lay before him in nothing but her thong.

She made quick work of his belt and trousers. Pushing them down to his ankles which he quickly kicked off. Followed by his boxers revealing his rock hard member.

He pressed his member against her core through the now sodden fabric of her underwear for a few seconds before pulling away. Looping his fingers through it and pulling them off her body. He glanced up at her and she nodded quickly. He cast a quick contraceptive charm and he slipped inside her, to the hilt

Her walls were tight and her core was wet and warm. Draco's eyes rolled into his head as he felt her cover his tender shaft.

He begun to thrust himself into and out of her. Slowly at first. Building up to a steady rate. Making sure to position his hips to he could hit her most sensitive spots with each thrust.

Before long he worked out his rhythm. And she joined with matching his thrusts with rocks of her hips.

After what felt like no time at all, Hermione pulled off, pushed him down and once more sat in his lap. Impaling herself on his member.

The sofa transfigured into a bed, and Draco lay back. Letting Hermione grab on to his chest muscles for support and she bounced on his member.

His breathing became ragged. Her moans were harmonious. He was close. She was close. He picked her up and pushed her on to her hands and knees. Entering her from behind. This new angle made her feel even tighter. She moaned loudly as he brought her closer. Desperate, she began to beg him for more

"Please Draco, please. Oh please make me cum" she moaned lightly

He was more than happy to oblige and pressed a finger to her aching clit. Her walls tightened. Her mouth formed a perfect O which signified her release. Which prompted his own.

Collapsing next to her, spent, he pulled the blanket over them and they drifted off to sleep. Draco's last thoughts were of glee as it was not all in his head