2. Or not…
They sat in their new common room, the sexual tension almost too much to handle. Hermione sat on the coach, determinedly looking at the fire. Draco could not take it any more. He wanted her so much. She had grown curvy over the summer and he had grown more handsome if it was possible.
He did not want to wait anymore. The sexual frustration building inside of him burst. He moved over to the couch, which Hermione sat on and before she could even respond, Draco pulled her up and placed his lips firmly on hers. He chose the coach instead of the bedroom because it was closer, and he didn't want to wait. He was never patient and wasn't starting now.
Hermione ended up on top, her legs tangled with his. When she finally regained consciousness, her fingers went right to work. She pulled her hair free so the golden brown curls cascaded over the two intertwined body. Draco gripped her head and pulled her closer, deepening the kiss. Draco soon had both Hermione and himself free of their school robes. He slipped his hand under her shirt, savoring the feel of her warm touch against his massive erection. He stroked her firm ass and soon moved his hands to her front.
She shuddered from head to toe as he raised his knee against her hip, pinning her against him, releasing a moan of pure lust.
At this change in position, they went tumbling to the ground, causing hermione to wrap her legs tighter around Draco's body.
Once on the floor, Draco removed Hermione's muggle sweater, flinging it into the pile of clothes collecting in front of the fire. With the sweater out of the way, Draco went to work on the bra. When he finally uncupped her breasts, he parted their kiss and gently cupped one of them into his mouth.
She moaned again, which told Draco to continue. He stripped her of her skirt. He slid between her legs and moved slowly, finally sticking a finger into her. He worked, alternating fingers and tongue until she let go. She released a moan followed by screaming Draco's name over. She moaned again, which told Draco to continue. He stripped her of her skirt. He slid between her legs and moved slowly, finally sticking a finger into her. He worked, alternating fingers and tongue until she let go. She released a moan followed by screaming Draco's name over when she hit her climax. She shuddered long after it was over.
She regained her senses once more and set to work on Draco. She knew exactly what to do, being experienced with both Ron and Harry. Her hand settled over his erection. She teased him, making him moan into her mouth, causing her to tear off his pants. Soon they both were naked on the floor, feeling each other's bodies against there own caused Draco to go mad. Again hermione was on top of him, allowing him to slip into her. She moaned again as he screamed her name at the top of his lungs.
He entered into her, much to her pleasure. He began to thrust in and out and soon she cane up to meet him. They reached their climax together and finally let go of each other, panting on the floor.
It should have ended there but neither wanted it to. Draco proceeded to pick Hermione up and carry her back to his new room, paying no attention to the astonishing decorations inside. He laid Hermione down and soon they were at it again. It went on all night, never giving either a chance to catch their breath.
I wish I could tell you a story about a girl who does whatever someone expects but she doesn't. The scene above never happened, however much you wish I did. Let me tell you the real story about one slut.
Hermione stared into the fire until her eyes got heavy. Draco had moved tone of the plusher chairs sometime in the last hour and, like Hermione, stared at the fire. Finally, Hermione moved.
She stood up, waking Draco from his dream-like state. She gave him a once over, and grinned, seeing as how he gave her glance almost every second. When he glanced at her again, she met his eyes, smirking now, and with a twist of her wrist, said
"Night Ferret." Draco eyes twitched at this simple insult, and Hermione new he was back to his old self, Old Draco Malfoy, King of the Idiots, Prince of the Rude and God amongst green ants. How could she have ever been interested in him? She could have scolded herself right there but she it would make no difference.
'Draco is Hot,' she thought, 'and he does look better then most of the guys at this school. Maybe he fucks better then them too. Well, there's only one way to find out.'
Her thoughts should have ended there, but like every story, it didn't.
