I dont eat steak. Im a vegetarian. I just fantasize about it sometimes.
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After Dinner, Draco took Hermiones hand and guided her through the dark halls. She didnt know the place well enough to walk without Draco. She still had not even seen their room yet. Draco was about to use the stairs to the east wing, but smiled to himself, and shook his head. Hermione sighed with relief and they found another stairway.
They walked down the long, dark corridor lit by only a few candles on the wall. Hermione looked in the direction of the East wing when Draco stopped to unlock their door to their room. It was pitch dark, the candle light did not reach down that far. Hermione shivered. It was too quiet, with the exception of Dracos fumbling with his keys. He finally unlocked the door, and they stepped into the most gorgeous room Hermione had ever seen.
It was a huge room, with massive windows that overlooked the pond. The curtains were halfway drawn, and they were a dark green velvet color. The rug was over dark hardwood flooring, and it was dark green with silver embroidery. The walls were that same square dark paneling, and against the wall was the king size 4 poster bed with canopy. It was dark green with silver, and beside it were end tables with silver candlabras, lit. There was a door off to the side which led to the bathroom, and there was a huge dark wood armoire for Hermione clothes. There was a dark green velvet sofa near the windows, with a dark bookcase filled with books for her to read. There was also a desk for Draco. Hermione threw her arms around him.
'Oh Draco, I love this room!' she cried.
'Its not to dark for you, is it?' Draco looked serious. Hermione punched him in the arm and they both started laughing. Draco closed the door gently. Hermione pressed her body up to his and started kissing him passionately. Draco put his arms around her, letting them slide down, very far. Hermione pulled him toward her, still kissing him, as she walked backwards to the bed. Draco layed her down, and he slid his hands under her sweater. He carefully removed her shirt, and Hermione in return started to unbutton his dress shirt. She slid that off of his muscular chest slowly, and felt it with her hands. Dracos hands trailed down to her skirt and felt her buttocks, and gently took her skirt off. Hermione then unbuckled Dracos belt, and slid his pants, along with his boxers off. Dracos hands moved up her back and unhooked her bra, and Hermione allowed him to slip it off her arms. Draco felt this newly exposed past of her, and she moaned at the feeling. She did not wait for Draco to remove her underwear; she pulled it off and tossed it aside. Draco moved ontop of her, positioning himself directly above her. As they kissed, Hermione could feel Dracos hardness already. She clutched at his back, and wrapped her legs tightly around his thighs. Draco began kissing her neck, and she tilted her head back at the feeling of it. Draco inserted himself inside of her, softly at first, but then when Hermione moaned and squeezed him tighter, he thrust inside of her hard and fast. The bed rocked and creaked, and Hermione screamed at the pleasure she was recieving. Draco went more deeply inside of her, and Hermiones hips jolted up to his every thrust. She called out his name and he buried his face in her hair as he climaxed. Hermione let out a moan when she felt the warmth inside her, going through her whole body. Draco looked at her and smiled, and hugged her.
'I love you, so much,' Draco whispered, and kissed her on the lips softly. Hermione smiled. They fell alseep in each others arms.
It was about 2:00. Hermiones eyes burst open, and she looked around. It was almost pitch black, except for the small amount of moonlight that reflected off the pond into the windows. Hermione heard a noise from outside the room. It was the queerest noise. Hermione slowly rose from the bed, to not wake Draco. She walked over to the door, and made her way across the cold wooden floor. She pressed her ear up to it, and listened. She noticed that Draco was unusually quiet; when he slept he was usually breathing loudly. But tonight, no sounds from Draco were to be heard. The more she listened, she realized what the noise was. Her eyes opened wide. She knew what that was that she heard. Music. Piano music. Hermiones eyes filled with tears, and she shook her head violently.
'No, no,' she whispered, refusing to believe it. She pressed her hands up to her ears, and tried to block out the sound. She tried to deny that she heard music from outside her room. No, it wasnt true, she thought. Maybe someone broke in, she considered. Hermione walked to the bedside table on her tiptoes, and pulled out a pistol. She went to the door, and opened it slowly. She heard the music getting louder as she made her way down the dark, cold hallway, down to the East wing. She was crying, and holding the pistol out infront of her. Warm, wet tears streamed down her face. She finally got to Gustofs room, and she knew the music was coming from there. She fumbled the door handle with her free hand, and violently thrust open the door. She screamed, and the pistol fell from her hands, falling to the floor.
*****
After Dinner, Draco took Hermiones hand and guided her through the dark halls. She didnt know the place well enough to walk without Draco. She still had not even seen their room yet. Draco was about to use the stairs to the east wing, but smiled to himself, and shook his head. Hermione sighed with relief and they found another stairway.
They walked down the long, dark corridor lit by only a few candles on the wall. Hermione looked in the direction of the East wing when Draco stopped to unlock their door to their room. It was pitch dark, the candle light did not reach down that far. Hermione shivered. It was too quiet, with the exception of Dracos fumbling with his keys. He finally unlocked the door, and they stepped into the most gorgeous room Hermione had ever seen.
It was a huge room, with massive windows that overlooked the pond. The curtains were halfway drawn, and they were a dark green velvet color. The rug was over dark hardwood flooring, and it was dark green with silver embroidery. The walls were that same square dark paneling, and against the wall was the king size 4 poster bed with canopy. It was dark green with silver, and beside it were end tables with silver candlabras, lit. There was a door off to the side which led to the bathroom, and there was a huge dark wood armoire for Hermione clothes. There was a dark green velvet sofa near the windows, with a dark bookcase filled with books for her to read. There was also a desk for Draco. Hermione threw her arms around him.
'Oh Draco, I love this room!' she cried.
'Its not to dark for you, is it?' Draco looked serious. Hermione punched him in the arm and they both started laughing. Draco closed the door gently. Hermione pressed her body up to his and started kissing him passionately. Draco put his arms around her, letting them slide down, very far. Hermione pulled him toward her, still kissing him, as she walked backwards to the bed. Draco layed her down, and he slid his hands under her sweater. He carefully removed her shirt, and Hermione in return started to unbutton his dress shirt. She slid that off of his muscular chest slowly, and felt it with her hands. Dracos hands trailed down to her skirt and felt her buttocks, and gently took her skirt off. Hermione then unbuckled Dracos belt, and slid his pants, along with his boxers off. Dracos hands moved up her back and unhooked her bra, and Hermione allowed him to slip it off her arms. Draco felt this newly exposed past of her, and she moaned at the feeling. She did not wait for Draco to remove her underwear; she pulled it off and tossed it aside. Draco moved ontop of her, positioning himself directly above her. As they kissed, Hermione could feel Dracos hardness already. She clutched at his back, and wrapped her legs tightly around his thighs. Draco began kissing her neck, and she tilted her head back at the feeling of it. Draco inserted himself inside of her, softly at first, but then when Hermione moaned and squeezed him tighter, he thrust inside of her hard and fast. The bed rocked and creaked, and Hermione screamed at the pleasure she was recieving. Draco went more deeply inside of her, and Hermiones hips jolted up to his every thrust. She called out his name and he buried his face in her hair as he climaxed. Hermione let out a moan when she felt the warmth inside her, going through her whole body. Draco looked at her and smiled, and hugged her.
'I love you, so much,' Draco whispered, and kissed her on the lips softly. Hermione smiled. They fell alseep in each others arms.
It was about 2:00. Hermiones eyes burst open, and she looked around. It was almost pitch black, except for the small amount of moonlight that reflected off the pond into the windows. Hermione heard a noise from outside the room. It was the queerest noise. Hermione slowly rose from the bed, to not wake Draco. She walked over to the door, and made her way across the cold wooden floor. She pressed her ear up to it, and listened. She noticed that Draco was unusually quiet; when he slept he was usually breathing loudly. But tonight, no sounds from Draco were to be heard. The more she listened, she realized what the noise was. Her eyes opened wide. She knew what that was that she heard. Music. Piano music. Hermiones eyes filled with tears, and she shook her head violently.
'No, no,' she whispered, refusing to believe it. She pressed her hands up to her ears, and tried to block out the sound. She tried to deny that she heard music from outside her room. No, it wasnt true, she thought. Maybe someone broke in, she considered. Hermione walked to the bedside table on her tiptoes, and pulled out a pistol. She went to the door, and opened it slowly. She heard the music getting louder as she made her way down the dark, cold hallway, down to the East wing. She was crying, and holding the pistol out infront of her. Warm, wet tears streamed down her face. She finally got to Gustofs room, and she knew the music was coming from there. She fumbled the door handle with her free hand, and violently thrust open the door. She screamed, and the pistol fell from her hands, falling to the floor.