in my defense, being a teacher requires a lot of brain power, especially when your kids have forgotten how to behave in a classroom

yes, I'm baaaaaaaaack. I am really sorry, as it has been three months since our last sexcapade and I know I left many of you wanting to read more. I am excited to begin posting more regularly, as right now, writing is one of few things that brings me joy.

the library

The morning after the Quidditch game and their wonderful night together, the two of them wake up slowly, savoring the quiet, the morning sun, and each other's presence. They curl around each other and breathe deeply until her stomach growls in annoyance.

He chuckles and kisses the top of her head. "Yeah, I suppose it is time for us to part ways."

"Mmm," she groans and buries her head into his chest. "I don't wanna."

"Everyone will slowly realize that you are not where you're supposed to be, and then they'll start looking, and then they'll find us here, and I don't feel like dying today."

She giggles, "You wouldn't die. But you do have a point."

"It's bound to happen sometimes," he shrugged and let go of her warm body so she could rise and dress. He watches and takes note of the hickeys on her neck, and a thought strikes him. "How has no one ever seen your hickeys?"

"I use an enchantment spell so no one can see them," she grins. "Although the other day I did forget, and I got a really weird look from Luna at breakfast. She hasn't said anything though."

He heaves himself out of bed and gets dressed as well. "No one would probably believe her if she did say something."

"Sadly, and also thankfully, no." This makes her think of the conversation she had earlier in the week with Parvati and Lavendar. "Wait, did I tell you about the rumours going around, according to Lavendar?"

"What rumours?"

"Apparently, we aren't as, uh, careful as we thought," she flushes pink and he tilts his head inquisitively. "Lavendar said that she heard from friends that Justin heard two people having sex in the Astronomy Tower and that Susan heard two people having sex in the Prefect's Bathroom. So now Lavendar and others are trying to figure out who the two people are …"

"Ah," he rubs the back of his neck, "so that's a problem."

"Possibly," she laughs.

"Why are you laughing?"

"I'm … I'm not," she tries to stop laughing. "But I also find it kind of funny, because apparently Justin and Susan were so mortified by the sounds they heard that they got out of there pretty quickly."

He turns red now, unsure how he feels about this information. "So … so no one knows that the couple is us?"

"No," she says, then adds, "not yet."

"Okay, so we have to be careful. Or use lots of magic to protect us."

"Probably would just be easier to always meet in the Room."

"But we can't always make it to the Room."

"Then we'll need to have some self control for once!" She says indignantly, and he laughs loudly.

—

A few days pass, and she finds that Lavendar no longer cares about gossip and rumours. Ron and Lavendar seemed to be joined at the hip, unable to separate for longer than class periods, and even then they spend most of class staring at each other and passing notes.

It's sickening really.

So now, she doesn't find it necessary to worry about Lavendar being nosy, and she has a foolproof excuse to get out of the Gryffindor dorms when she wants. Oh, and Ron is happy, so that's also a plus.

During a particularly disgusting snogging session in the middle of the Common Room, Hermione declares to Harry that it's too much and relocates to the library. Since she does actually have homework to complete, she takes over a round table in the back and spreads out her books and parchment.

It isn't more than an hour before she sees her boyfriend meandering about the library, slowly making his way to the back of the library without anyone noticing. She rolls her eyes at his antics, but she enjoys the show,

He slides into the chair next to her, relieved to see no one has followed him or really even noticed his presence. "Hello," he whispers.

"Hello," she whispers back. "What are you doing?"

He looks down at the chair and says with a smirk, "Sitting."

She shoots him a look and flips to the correct chapter in her book. "I meant, what are you doing sitting with me?"

"Oh, I figured we could spend some time together during the daylight hours," he grins and places a warm hand on her thigh. "Since Weasley is so preoccupied these days, and Potter has a girl to pine after."

She rolls her eyes again. She never should've told him about Harry and Ginny and Ginny's truly fake relationship with Dean. "But Draco, I am studying," she chides him lightly as he pushes her hair out of the way and nibbles on her neck. "And we are in a very public place," she adds, flipping the page of her book.

"I've learned some spells specifically for this purpose," he whispers in her ear and withdraws his wand from his pocket and starts murmuring a few spells. Suddenly the noises around them muffle and then dim almost completely. She peeks up from her book and notices that she can't see anything past the chair on the opposite side of the table clearly.

"What did you do?" She asks slowly, turning to look at him.

"Like I said," he leans back in his chair and grins, "I learned some spells."

"Spells for privacy?"

"Well certainly not to draw attention to ourselves," he snorts and brings himself closer to her. "Besides, one of my favorite things to do with you is having sex with you —"

"Obviously," she shoots him a seductive smile.

"You didn't let me finish," he chastises her. "I like to have sex with you … in public."

Her mouth dries considerably and she looks around them. Few people are in the library to begin with, but anyone could walk over to the section her table is in and see them. Or could they?

"No one can see us?"

He smirks and leans in close to her ear. "Not a one," he whispers and licks the shell of her ear.

She growls and grasps the back of his head before drawing his lips to hers. He wraps his arms around her waist and heaves her onto his lap. She straddles him and bucks her hips into his several times, their pants creating delightful friction. He nips at her bottom lip, and she whines when his hands cup her arse and squeeze. He rocks her against him, and she pulls his shirt free and starts to unbutton it.

"You are sure no one can see us?" She pants as he kisses down her neck and lifts her sweater off her body.

"Can't see us nor hear us," he confirms and scrapes his teeth over her pulse point. She gasps and shoves his shirt off his shoulders. He unbuttons her jeans and eases them around her arse so he can grasp her more firmly.

"Good, because I need you," she whispers frantically and reluctantly stands to rid herself of her jeans and top. He strips his pants off and caresses her sides before grasping her hips and turning her around. She plants her hands on the table and pushes her books out of the way. He ghosts his hands down her back and over her arse, and she wishes for more pressure, more of his touch. He complies, scratching down her back and unclasping her bra. She arches her back and moans as he reaches around to fondle her breasts.

He presses up against her backside and she can feel his bulge pressing against her arse. She grinds back on him and he pulls her lace panties down quickly. Still groping one breast, he pushes her legs farther apart and then rubs his middle and forefingers up and down her opening. He moans at the amount of arousal he feels, and she bites her lip at the sounds of his moan. He thrusts both fingers inside her and pumps them a few times to get her even wetter. She whimpers, not completely trusting his spellwork.

She hears him pull his boxers down and then she feels his hard length against her butt, and she swallows roughly. He pushes on her back until her bare front is flat on the table, and he settles himself behind her. "No need to be quiet, love," he whispers and thrusts himself inside her in one movement.

She shouts out at the sudden but completely welcomed intrusion and drops her head onto the table. Her ragged breath fogs up the polished wood and she whines when he withdraws from her. Her whine becomes a guttural groan when he enters her again at a punishingly slow speed. He moves quickly and then slowly so she can't get in a rhythm to reach the glorious peak. It's frustrating.

"Draco …" she begs, turning her head to look over her shoulder at him. His tongue sticks out with concentration and sweat beads at his forehead. "Please, baby, please."

Her breathless begging makes his pattern slip, and she sets a new pace, rocking her hips back into him quickly. He grips her hips but does nothing to stop her. He pulls her hips in an even faster pace and then snakes one hand around to flick her clit. He enters her so deeply that the head of his cock hits her g-spot every time. He places soft open-mouthed kisses on the back of her neck and nuzzles his nose into the nape of her hair.

His gentle touches on her upper half juxtapose the rough assault on her lower half and it makes her mind spin. She can barely breathe, and it isn't because her lungs are being squished into the library table. She is squeezing the edge of the table so tightly, her knuckles are turning white, and she bucks her hips wildly against his. She's chasing after that sweet release, and she'd rather die than stop now. He rubs her clit harder in small circles and her thighs start to shake. She gasps as her body seizes up and her walls clench around him, tight enough for him to groan in pleasure as he slams again and again into her as she begins to come.

She cries out his name, her head dropping to the tabletop and her body almost going limp if it wasn't for him keeping her upright so he could finish too. He pulls her hips to his quickly, barely pulling away from her as he grits his teeth and bottoms out inside her, his cock landing against her g-spot with such force that she wails and comes again, propelling him into his orgasm as well.

When they're both finished, they collapse on top of the table, and she distantly thinks that it's a miracle the table didn't break. She gasps for breath, as does he, and she notices delightfully that no one has come running to see what the bloody hell is going on back here. She truly didn't completely doubt her boyfriend, but she is well-aware that her concern did not need to exist.

He pulls away from her and drags her body with his as he sits back down on the chair that he occupied before their little "sexcapade" as she calls them. Her feet barely touch the floor since she is sitting in his lap, so he wraps his arms around her middle tightly. She leans her head back against his shoulder and looks up at him.

"See," he starts, "nothing to be worried about."

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