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Lizzy: I couldn't even finish typing this out before you reviewed...bravo...
Mirage: yes, only time will tell.
Darkelf: Thanks for the review.
Mesmer: I'll never tell....hehe
Lessien: We will just have to see. Ya think ya got it all figured out and I throw another curve. LOL.
DHL: No, I'd hate to piss him off. But all's fair since Draco hasn't been very nice either.
Beth: Thanks for the support. Yes, lets cheer on more "encounters" with the enemy.
Chapter 10: The Library Escapade
Draco strutted down to the library, where Hermione had spent her night. She was still dwelling on her earlier disappointment over how her friends had reacted.
She knew that it was only a matter of time until they noticed how happy Draco made her and accepted it. But what exactly was "it"? She couldn't classify their relationship.
She really liked him. His presence made her whimper in response to those full, pouting lips, silky blonde locks that seemed to shine like the sun itself had been captured in every strand.
His intense silver eyes mirrored all his sexy thoughts, making her feel dirty, and she knew that no amount of bathing could cleanse her mind. Unless it was another with him...
Oh, can't forget that smile, showing off his perfect white teeth. When directed at her, she just melted into the lush carpets, never to return. She let the fantasy fill her mind.
He was leaning over her desk in the library, palms planted firmly in place. His sensual lips closed the distance. She moistened hers with the tip of her tongue. She anticipated the uniting and the pleasure it would release. She stifled a moan.
She slowly let her eyes drift open, then blinked hard twice more. She had to be dreaming. Draco was leaning over her desk, a mirror image of her fantasy. She gasped as slightly parted lips closed the gap between them. His tongue probed deep in her mouth, taking in her sweet taste.
Her fingers twined into the hair at the back of his neck. She pulled him harder into her. Still kissing him she begged not to be released. It was a blessing that she was sitting, she couldn't stand even if Neville had set fire to her chair. "Now I know how frustrating it is to have the immobulous curse placed on you."
Draco finally ceased his assault on Hermione's senses long enough to laugh at her comment. He rounded the table separating them and threw himself into the chair parallel to hers.
Quiet descended on the pair as Hermione lowered her eyes back to the starched pages of the book on Rival Gnome Clans. Draco hummed quietly to himself for a moment before he realized that HE WAS JUST BLOODY HUMMING! Malfoys do not hum. Maybe he should move before the little bookworm further dumbfounds him into believing he's a 10 year old girl. Or worse yet, Harry Pott-head.
He pushed himself back from the table and attempted his ascend but was brought roughly down again. Hermione threw her left leg over the top of Draco's knees, preventing him from rising. He surveyed her leg as if it was a slimy tentacle of the giant squid.
After a few moments his eyes went back to their normal shuttered expression. Steel walls came up. Draco was slightly amused that the girl had made the next move. Though he enjoyed control, she was still new at this and didn't yet have a preference.
He raised one glorious eyebrow in her direction in question to her expectations. He gently let his fingertips play with the end of her skirt, falling just below her knee.
The skin there was velvety and fair. He longed to kiss the dips and lick at the contours. He wondered if her knees were sensitive to his touch. Lightly he caressed her at the edge of her hem. Gradually he slipped the fabric higher.
He rolled the tips of his fingers along the flesh of her thigh. He let them linger for a moment, making sure there was no protest. He traced lazy circles on the inside of her legs, always moving deeper and deeper into the skirt and higher up her satiny limb.
She knew that the sensations were becoming focused, more intense as his circles pressed on towards her core. Closer, and closer his hands roamed. She shook with the pleasure rolling where his touch had just been.
His fingers eventually collided with the soft fabric of her panties, made moist from his lavish attentions. He stroked her through the cotton. He grew uncontrollably hard just thinking that her body was ready, even if her mind was not. The thought crushed him.
He longed to play no more. He imagined himself tearing away the barriers of clothing and plunging deep into her. He needed to satisfy her as much as he himself needed to reach ecstasy in her arms.
He knew she was a virgin and that when she consented; he would be forced to shatter her maidenhead with the greatest care. Her first time must be done with self-control and patience.
Only after the initial first joining could he push her body to its limits. He longed for that, to ride her hard and fast. Bending her body into outrageous positions, he would teach her to prolong their pleasure. He would enjoy the teaching more than anything.
He would show her how to satisfy him in numerous ways, all the while learning from her body's reactions how to bring her to the perfect climax. He shivered with anticipation, hoping he could restrain a little while longer. He needed her mind to inform her that she was willing to move to the next level. Draco dropped back to earth with a thud. Hermione was moaning, loudly. Oh my god, she'll alert the entire library to our actions. Reluctantly he slipped his hand from under her skirts. Once the caresses ceased Hermione opened her eyes. She was flushed and practically dripping sweat on the wooden chair. She was parched and panting at her erotic responses to a simple touch.
Draco's steady hands were going to become a very vivid memory, a secret to torment her through the day. She could picture the firm fingers to bring on ripples of sensation that settled in a pool of juices in her already drenched panties.
Draco rose shamelessly after replacing her leg next to the other, feet firmly on the floor, knees once again locked. His pants bulged with his urgency. Hermione's eyes saw the situation and she giggled behind her hand.
Draco couldn't restrain himself as he pulled her to her feet and turned her around. He wrapped his arms around her waist and held her firmly in place.
As he ground his cock roughly into her back end he licked her earlobe and whispered "That is gonna cost you. Have your laugh, 'cause the price is high." He licked the tender lobe once more, took a fierce bite, and growled.
Draco didn't have any time before the beginning of his classes so he decided to skip his first two and release some built up tension. He locked himself in his chambers and discarded his clothing. His fevered mind was pumping blood from his brain, slowly transferring it south.
His hand found the enormous organ in the dark. Conjuring up the image and sensations of the library escapade his hand began to slowly tighten with the pumping. The rhythm quickened.
His heart beat wildly in his chest and he gasped. He shortened his strokes as he envisioned Hermione lying face down on his bed as he pushed into her tight orifice.
The numerous sexual positions he had experienced flashed past, always with Hermione substituting the nameless partner. He moaned out his climax into the pillow, cautious not to alert anyone passing by in the hallway. (He had no idea if he could be heard through the walls.)
Covered in sticky mess his body lay dormant. He was thoroughly depleted of all energy. He would shower again when he woke. In the mean time, he was content to rest and enjoy this.
Lizzy: I couldn't even finish typing this out before you reviewed...bravo...
Mirage: yes, only time will tell.
Darkelf: Thanks for the review.
Mesmer: I'll never tell....hehe
Lessien: We will just have to see. Ya think ya got it all figured out and I throw another curve. LOL.
DHL: No, I'd hate to piss him off. But all's fair since Draco hasn't been very nice either.
Beth: Thanks for the support. Yes, lets cheer on more "encounters" with the enemy.
Chapter 10: The Library Escapade
Draco strutted down to the library, where Hermione had spent her night. She was still dwelling on her earlier disappointment over how her friends had reacted.
She knew that it was only a matter of time until they noticed how happy Draco made her and accepted it. But what exactly was "it"? She couldn't classify their relationship.
She really liked him. His presence made her whimper in response to those full, pouting lips, silky blonde locks that seemed to shine like the sun itself had been captured in every strand.
His intense silver eyes mirrored all his sexy thoughts, making her feel dirty, and she knew that no amount of bathing could cleanse her mind. Unless it was another with him...
Oh, can't forget that smile, showing off his perfect white teeth. When directed at her, she just melted into the lush carpets, never to return. She let the fantasy fill her mind.
He was leaning over her desk in the library, palms planted firmly in place. His sensual lips closed the distance. She moistened hers with the tip of her tongue. She anticipated the uniting and the pleasure it would release. She stifled a moan.
She slowly let her eyes drift open, then blinked hard twice more. She had to be dreaming. Draco was leaning over her desk, a mirror image of her fantasy. She gasped as slightly parted lips closed the gap between them. His tongue probed deep in her mouth, taking in her sweet taste.
Her fingers twined into the hair at the back of his neck. She pulled him harder into her. Still kissing him she begged not to be released. It was a blessing that she was sitting, she couldn't stand even if Neville had set fire to her chair. "Now I know how frustrating it is to have the immobulous curse placed on you."
Draco finally ceased his assault on Hermione's senses long enough to laugh at her comment. He rounded the table separating them and threw himself into the chair parallel to hers.
Quiet descended on the pair as Hermione lowered her eyes back to the starched pages of the book on Rival Gnome Clans. Draco hummed quietly to himself for a moment before he realized that HE WAS JUST BLOODY HUMMING! Malfoys do not hum. Maybe he should move before the little bookworm further dumbfounds him into believing he's a 10 year old girl. Or worse yet, Harry Pott-head.
He pushed himself back from the table and attempted his ascend but was brought roughly down again. Hermione threw her left leg over the top of Draco's knees, preventing him from rising. He surveyed her leg as if it was a slimy tentacle of the giant squid.
After a few moments his eyes went back to their normal shuttered expression. Steel walls came up. Draco was slightly amused that the girl had made the next move. Though he enjoyed control, she was still new at this and didn't yet have a preference.
He raised one glorious eyebrow in her direction in question to her expectations. He gently let his fingertips play with the end of her skirt, falling just below her knee.
The skin there was velvety and fair. He longed to kiss the dips and lick at the contours. He wondered if her knees were sensitive to his touch. Lightly he caressed her at the edge of her hem. Gradually he slipped the fabric higher.
He rolled the tips of his fingers along the flesh of her thigh. He let them linger for a moment, making sure there was no protest. He traced lazy circles on the inside of her legs, always moving deeper and deeper into the skirt and higher up her satiny limb.
She knew that the sensations were becoming focused, more intense as his circles pressed on towards her core. Closer, and closer his hands roamed. She shook with the pleasure rolling where his touch had just been.
His fingers eventually collided with the soft fabric of her panties, made moist from his lavish attentions. He stroked her through the cotton. He grew uncontrollably hard just thinking that her body was ready, even if her mind was not. The thought crushed him.
He longed to play no more. He imagined himself tearing away the barriers of clothing and plunging deep into her. He needed to satisfy her as much as he himself needed to reach ecstasy in her arms.
He knew she was a virgin and that when she consented; he would be forced to shatter her maidenhead with the greatest care. Her first time must be done with self-control and patience.
Only after the initial first joining could he push her body to its limits. He longed for that, to ride her hard and fast. Bending her body into outrageous positions, he would teach her to prolong their pleasure. He would enjoy the teaching more than anything.
He would show her how to satisfy him in numerous ways, all the while learning from her body's reactions how to bring her to the perfect climax. He shivered with anticipation, hoping he could restrain a little while longer. He needed her mind to inform her that she was willing to move to the next level. Draco dropped back to earth with a thud. Hermione was moaning, loudly. Oh my god, she'll alert the entire library to our actions. Reluctantly he slipped his hand from under her skirts. Once the caresses ceased Hermione opened her eyes. She was flushed and practically dripping sweat on the wooden chair. She was parched and panting at her erotic responses to a simple touch.
Draco's steady hands were going to become a very vivid memory, a secret to torment her through the day. She could picture the firm fingers to bring on ripples of sensation that settled in a pool of juices in her already drenched panties.
Draco rose shamelessly after replacing her leg next to the other, feet firmly on the floor, knees once again locked. His pants bulged with his urgency. Hermione's eyes saw the situation and she giggled behind her hand.
Draco couldn't restrain himself as he pulled her to her feet and turned her around. He wrapped his arms around her waist and held her firmly in place.
As he ground his cock roughly into her back end he licked her earlobe and whispered "That is gonna cost you. Have your laugh, 'cause the price is high." He licked the tender lobe once more, took a fierce bite, and growled.
Draco didn't have any time before the beginning of his classes so he decided to skip his first two and release some built up tension. He locked himself in his chambers and discarded his clothing. His fevered mind was pumping blood from his brain, slowly transferring it south.
His hand found the enormous organ in the dark. Conjuring up the image and sensations of the library escapade his hand began to slowly tighten with the pumping. The rhythm quickened.
His heart beat wildly in his chest and he gasped. He shortened his strokes as he envisioned Hermione lying face down on his bed as he pushed into her tight orifice.
The numerous sexual positions he had experienced flashed past, always with Hermione substituting the nameless partner. He moaned out his climax into the pillow, cautious not to alert anyone passing by in the hallway. (He had no idea if he could be heard through the walls.)
Covered in sticky mess his body lay dormant. He was thoroughly depleted of all energy. He would shower again when he woke. In the mean time, he was content to rest and enjoy this.