Everyone, thank you SO much for your reviews. You have no idea how much they mean to me. I regret that I won't be able to individually thank you all, but i've been going through a crisis in my life recently. My brother just got in a car accident last night, I have a 20 in algebra. I'm passing everything else with 90's. It's because algebra is Satan and is only required because the world hates me. But anyways .. on with the chapter, i'm so sorry for the delay! But i'm also so tired right now .. so if I write this horribly, i'm sorry, i'll correct it tomorrow.
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Draco shuddered violently, the muscles in his body contracting as his hands hurriedly stroked against his length. His current position was an abandoned classroom, sitting carelessly sprawled out on the floor, his thighs parted. His head was thrown back violently against the wall. Strands of silver-blonde latching to his face where the sweat dripped from his brow. Of course his current thoughts were of Hermione. Hermione, laying sprawled out beneath him, writhing in pleasure and screaming his name. That stupid bitch, what the hell did she think she was doing earlier? Resisting him? If that was the case, she wouldn't succeed.
'Nobody can resist me' Draco thought smugly.
He bit down hard on his lip to supress a cry, catching a whimper in the back of his throat. He could taste copper on the tip of his tounge, signalling he was biting far too hard. But he had to. All the pent up sexual frustration Granger was causing him. 'God when I get my hands on her, i'll fuck her sensless.' He was now stroking himself vigorously, panting heavilly as he arched into his hands. He was so close .. so close .. there. He cried out loud, releasing his seed as his back muscles continued to spasm uncontrollably. Cold blue eyes gazed through half parted lids. Nobody would ever believe he was Draco Malfoy if they saw him now. He was pathetic, vulnerable, practically begging for a mudblood's affection.
'No. She wasn't a mudblood. She was a goddess.'
He finally managed to catch up to his breath. Taking out a
handkerchief, he made sure to clean up any messes on himself before checking the floor. Sighing a defeated sigh, the once proud Slytherin stood, discarding the handkerchief in the garbage. Sure, it was normal for teenagers to masturbate. Especially boys. But to Draco, it was a sign of weakness.
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I'm sorry this chapter is so short. But I must sleep. I love you all, I promise I will write more tomorrow. Or at least try.. ;-;
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Draco shuddered violently, the muscles in his body contracting as his hands hurriedly stroked against his length. His current position was an abandoned classroom, sitting carelessly sprawled out on the floor, his thighs parted. His head was thrown back violently against the wall. Strands of silver-blonde latching to his face where the sweat dripped from his brow. Of course his current thoughts were of Hermione. Hermione, laying sprawled out beneath him, writhing in pleasure and screaming his name. That stupid bitch, what the hell did she think she was doing earlier? Resisting him? If that was the case, she wouldn't succeed.
'Nobody can resist me' Draco thought smugly.
He bit down hard on his lip to supress a cry, catching a whimper in the back of his throat. He could taste copper on the tip of his tounge, signalling he was biting far too hard. But he had to. All the pent up sexual frustration Granger was causing him. 'God when I get my hands on her, i'll fuck her sensless.' He was now stroking himself vigorously, panting heavilly as he arched into his hands. He was so close .. so close .. there. He cried out loud, releasing his seed as his back muscles continued to spasm uncontrollably. Cold blue eyes gazed through half parted lids. Nobody would ever believe he was Draco Malfoy if they saw him now. He was pathetic, vulnerable, practically begging for a mudblood's affection.
'No. She wasn't a mudblood. She was a goddess.'
He finally managed to catch up to his breath. Taking out a
handkerchief, he made sure to clean up any messes on himself before checking the floor. Sighing a defeated sigh, the once proud Slytherin stood, discarding the handkerchief in the garbage. Sure, it was normal for teenagers to masturbate. Especially boys. But to Draco, it was a sign of weakness.
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I'm sorry this chapter is so short. But I must sleep. I love you all, I promise I will write more tomorrow. Or at least try.. ;-;