"Looks like the Room of Requirement is empty." Draco said.
Draco lead Hermione to walk backwards in her heels. They weren't kissing. But she knew they were going to be. She took her mind off of the plans she made. The homework that needed to be done. The overdue follow ups with friends. And just focused on the fact that she wanted to have an orgasm.
She felt the edge of the bed hit her bum. And then he kissed hand cupped her face. Then felt her curls. She was frizzier than normal but he didn't mind. He had hunted her all day for this.
His fingers crooked into her tights and he peeled them down.
"When did you remove your underwear?" Draco asked.
"When you reminded me that I came over your mattress last time we did this. And you wanted a spell to remove it for next time." Hermione replied.
"Good memory." Draco said.
She remembered a passage she read in the restricted section. About the earliest wizards. Before spells, wands, or communities of wizards even existed. They thought the only way they got their magic was by being skilled at sex.
If that were true, Draco would have been the most skilled wizard of his age.
His hand made way to his quim. His fingers pushed through until they made a pattern she wished she could remember for her own masturbation in the future. She bit her lip and looked at him. Loving her.
On the surface this was just friends with benefits sex. Only they weren't friends. Harry would never allow it.
But Draco knew what to do with her. To her. And getting her off with just his pale fingers was an act of friendship if she had ever seen one.
Her mind swirled. She didn't have to think about Draco. She could have thought about anything. A character from a romance novel. Viktor. Charlie Weasley. But the more they did this. The more she thought about him.
Wondering if they'd fuck in a future life. Even date. If they had fucked in previous lives. Like many wizards believed.
She was ripe to his touch. Just a few more taps and she was ready for him.
He unbuckled his belt and pushed her up the bed. He didn't take off the top half of his uniform. Neither did she.
His cock was erect. She wasn't sure if she should offer to suck on it. But he always preferred her. Being inside of her. Pulsating in side of her.
"Let our bodies communicate the way they were intended to, Granger." Draco said.
He enters her. She doesn't want it slow. Not now.
It's not the longest fuck they've had. But as she gets off to him the voice in her head dares to say - repeatedly -
I love him, I love him
I love him, I love him
I love him, I love him
I love him, I love him
She knows that she will likely never utter such a phrase to her old enemy. They haven't gone on a date. Let alone had a conversation where they hadn't seduced one another into a proper shagging. There were too many books in the library about love to even have a clear definition.
But each time he got deep in her that's what her body wanted to tell him.
Her orgasm is loud. To the point where any man might wonder if she was faking for effect. But he simply kisses her through it as he pulsates one more time.
Draco finishes cumming she kisses him. He doesn't think about love as they found each other. He thinks about his addiction to her. And knows that he'll sacrifice almost everything to continue it.