"Hermione.." he breathed. A few silvery-blonde strands of hair falling over his piercing eyes. Upon hearing Malfoy call her by her fist name, she arched a brow.
"What is with you Malfoy? You never call me by my first name." She stated simply, and straight to the point. That's how she always talked. He wondered if she were like that in bed .. did she enjoy foreplay or go straight to fucking? It didn't really matter. He would find out soon anyways.
'Oh yes, Granger. I plan to claim you as mine this year.'
He had to try and fight his growing arousal, watching the girl, no, woman bend over to pick up her books. She had the most beautiful legs in the world. Long, pale, and smooth .. he imagined himself licking and sucking inbetween her thighs, tormenting her. Coming so close to the spot that desperately needed attention only to move away once more. A smirk spread across his face. He was too lost in his own fantasies to remember that Hermione was still standing there.
"Hello! Malfoy!" She waved a few papers she had gathered into her arms infront of his face. At that, he immediately broke out of his trance. Grey-blue eyes met her irritated gaze. Fiery little vixen, she was. As he stood up, brushing his robes off, that was when Hermione truly noticed his beauty. His hair was no longer slicked back. 'No more calling him ferret boy then. Definitely not..' Her thoughts trailed off as her gaze switched to various parts of his body. His neck, down to his shoulders..his chest, stomach..and down to his.. 'Why is there a bulge in Malfoy's pants?' Her eyes widened slightly. When she looked up once more Draco was smirking at her in satisfaction.
"See something you like, Hermione?" He asked silkily, approaching her slowly. With each step he took, she took one backwards, until she was cornered into the wall.
'Thank you.'
He took her hands in his, entwining their fingers together as he held them infront of his face. It's like they were meant to fit together. Draco smiled, SMILED. Not a smirk, or a devlish grin, but a content smile. He moved forward until her soft breasts were pressed against his chest, and his arousal was burning inbetween her legs. She gasped, squirmed, and arched her back. There was no way he was letting go.
"Dra--!" But before she could finish, he had already passionately pressed his lips against hers. His tounge sliding against her lips as he hungrily sought out her tounge. Hermione refused at first, catching a whimper in the back of her throat. She would not show Malfoy her fear. Sure she was scared .. but in a way..she wanted this badly.
Draco began gyrating his hips into hers, hissing a sharp intake of breath. God, it felt like his insides were on fire. She was so soft..so perfect. He finally had her. He nearly jumped in joy when she parted her mouth slightly. That was the only invitation he needed to invade her mouth with his tounge. Their tounges entwined, as if dueling for dominance. Hermione had never kissed like this before, but of course, Draco probably already assumed that. Everyone in the school thought lowly of her social life. This would be the perfect chance to prove them wrong. Breaking the kiss, she panted, leaning her head back against the wall. Draco immediately leaned forward and began sucking and biting at her neck. She tasted so good. Hermione merely whimpered again, her hands sliding down around his waist. Thin fingers crept around the seam of his pants before she slid both her hands beneath his pants, grasping hold of his errection. At this, he burried his face in her shoulder to muffle his cry of passion. God, all that bloody girl had to do was touch him and he was already on the brink of orgasm. Hermione smirked, pumping her small hands up and down against his hard length. Draco gasped each time, thrusting his hips forward into her hands. He bit his lip and growled low in his throat. He was so close to orgasm. Almost there..
And right before he hit it, Hermione stopped. Draco immediately shot up, looking at Hermione wide eyed and startled.
" What in the bloody hell do you think you're doing?!" He asked enraged. Why did she stop?! Hermione simply smiled, pushing him gently away from her as she gathered her books back up into her small but strong arms. Turning around to face him, she planted a light kiss against the tip of his nose at which he could only sit there with a bewildered look on his face.
"Well, I have to get to class Malfoy, of course." With that she winked and turned away from him, leaving Draco standing there in shock and with the biggest hard on of his life.
"What is with you Malfoy? You never call me by my first name." She stated simply, and straight to the point. That's how she always talked. He wondered if she were like that in bed .. did she enjoy foreplay or go straight to fucking? It didn't really matter. He would find out soon anyways.
'Oh yes, Granger. I plan to claim you as mine this year.'
He had to try and fight his growing arousal, watching the girl, no, woman bend over to pick up her books. She had the most beautiful legs in the world. Long, pale, and smooth .. he imagined himself licking and sucking inbetween her thighs, tormenting her. Coming so close to the spot that desperately needed attention only to move away once more. A smirk spread across his face. He was too lost in his own fantasies to remember that Hermione was still standing there.
"Hello! Malfoy!" She waved a few papers she had gathered into her arms infront of his face. At that, he immediately broke out of his trance. Grey-blue eyes met her irritated gaze. Fiery little vixen, she was. As he stood up, brushing his robes off, that was when Hermione truly noticed his beauty. His hair was no longer slicked back. 'No more calling him ferret boy then. Definitely not..' Her thoughts trailed off as her gaze switched to various parts of his body. His neck, down to his shoulders..his chest, stomach..and down to his.. 'Why is there a bulge in Malfoy's pants?' Her eyes widened slightly. When she looked up once more Draco was smirking at her in satisfaction.
"See something you like, Hermione?" He asked silkily, approaching her slowly. With each step he took, she took one backwards, until she was cornered into the wall.
'Thank you.'
He took her hands in his, entwining their fingers together as he held them infront of his face. It's like they were meant to fit together. Draco smiled, SMILED. Not a smirk, or a devlish grin, but a content smile. He moved forward until her soft breasts were pressed against his chest, and his arousal was burning inbetween her legs. She gasped, squirmed, and arched her back. There was no way he was letting go.
"Dra--!" But before she could finish, he had already passionately pressed his lips against hers. His tounge sliding against her lips as he hungrily sought out her tounge. Hermione refused at first, catching a whimper in the back of her throat. She would not show Malfoy her fear. Sure she was scared .. but in a way..she wanted this badly.
Draco began gyrating his hips into hers, hissing a sharp intake of breath. God, it felt like his insides were on fire. She was so soft..so perfect. He finally had her. He nearly jumped in joy when she parted her mouth slightly. That was the only invitation he needed to invade her mouth with his tounge. Their tounges entwined, as if dueling for dominance. Hermione had never kissed like this before, but of course, Draco probably already assumed that. Everyone in the school thought lowly of her social life. This would be the perfect chance to prove them wrong. Breaking the kiss, she panted, leaning her head back against the wall. Draco immediately leaned forward and began sucking and biting at her neck. She tasted so good. Hermione merely whimpered again, her hands sliding down around his waist. Thin fingers crept around the seam of his pants before she slid both her hands beneath his pants, grasping hold of his errection. At this, he burried his face in her shoulder to muffle his cry of passion. God, all that bloody girl had to do was touch him and he was already on the brink of orgasm. Hermione smirked, pumping her small hands up and down against his hard length. Draco gasped each time, thrusting his hips forward into her hands. He bit his lip and growled low in his throat. He was so close to orgasm. Almost there..
And right before he hit it, Hermione stopped. Draco immediately shot up, looking at Hermione wide eyed and startled.
" What in the bloody hell do you think you're doing?!" He asked enraged. Why did she stop?! Hermione simply smiled, pushing him gently away from her as she gathered her books back up into her small but strong arms. Turning around to face him, she planted a light kiss against the tip of his nose at which he could only sit there with a bewildered look on his face.
"Well, I have to get to class Malfoy, of course." With that she winked and turned away from him, leaving Draco standing there in shock and with the biggest hard on of his life.