Chapter 18

Meanwhile, in Wiltshire

Draco apperated into the lounge that led to his bedroom and immediately threw Weasley's enormous jumper over his head. He'd left Weasley's shoes in the bathroom, but that was probably for the best, as the mouldy trainers had certainly seen better days. He hoped the janitors incinerated them. He considered doing that himself to the jumper and jeans. No, to really stick the knife in he'd send them back with a brand new set of expensive trainers, show Weasley who the bigger man was. He smiled at the thought as he peeled off his socks.

He threw his wand on the coffee table and struggled with the buttons of Weasley's jeans. His hands were shaking, he realized with a laugh. He picked up his wand and locked the door with a flick of his wrist. Best not let anyone see him like this. He worked the button loose, dropped the jeans and boxers, and made his way naked into his bathroom. The grey tile was cool on his bare feet, a relief since his whole body seemed to be on fire. He reached into the generous glass walled shower and turned the water to it's hottest setting, grabbing a fluffy black towel and putting it outside the door.

He stepped under the hot spray with a gasp. It almost hurt, stinging his skin in tiny pinpricks. Draco closed his eyes let the water run over his face. As soon as his eyes shut-

There she was, in the bathroom, his hand on her cheek, looking up at him with completely unconcealed wonder and lust.

He opened his eyes with a sigh, leaning his left hand on the tile, and letting his right hand fall to his erection. He knew from experience it wouldn't take long to finish thinking about Granger, so he stared at the grey tile while he stroked for a moment before closing his eyes.

He imagined her looking up at him with those enormous brown eyes as she stepped closer, allowing him to slip his hands under her tight sweater and remove it. She pulled off his hideous jumper in a lacy black bra that cupped her breasts judiciously, presenting them in the best light.

He bent and kissed her neck, imagining the soft breathy moans that would echo in the palatial ministry bathroom. She fumbled with Weasley's jeans button and boxers and then it was her hands on him, stroking slowly along his cock.

He rested his hands on her waist, stroking them up and down from her sensitive neck to the gentle curve of her arse. He could feel her begin to struggle with her impatience as she found his mouth with hers, their tongues meeting in battle. Merlin, but she tasted good. Or, he imagined she tasted good, like peaches and cream. She groaned when he put his hands on the side of her face and backed her against the counter, just like he'd promised.

Draco bit out a curse as she increased her pace, " Fuck, Granger." She broke the kiss and looked up at him shyly, her cheeks pink.

Can you not handle this, Malfoy? I've barely touched you, he imagined her teasing him.

He gasped and opened his eyes, almost falling into the tiled wall. He grabbed his body wash, taking deep breaths as he soaped up and rinsed off. When he was sure he had himself under control he closed his eyes again.

Now they were on his bed, and she was tangled up in the pale grey sheets, eluding him with a giggle. Her hair wild, she rolled away from his searching hands. Finally, Draco got a hand on her waist and pulled her to him, under him. Their mouths met hungrily, and she wrapped her hands around his neck while he pressed her into the bed. Her legs crossed behind his lower back and she ground against him.

" Granger," He whispered into her neck, breathing in her clean soapy scent, " Please?"

She moaned, grinding against him again.

He knew from experience the fantasy went no further. Escape, kiss, and grind, tease, kiss, grind. When it became too much, it felt like his heart was going to beat itself out of his chest. He gasped, and came, keeping his eyes closed until he'd calmed down.

Fuck, he wanted to imagine really fucking her. He wanted to imagine licking her from head to toe, giving her something to really yell about. Wanted to erase every other fantasy and fill his mind with crystal clear images of her gasping, panting, writhing.

He sighed, and grabbed his shampoo, vowing to try again another day.