Chapter 4 Ode to Boy
Draco tried to lead me into an empty corridor, but for what I had in mind that wouldn't do. He start kissing me, but I pulled away slightly, 'No, Draco, not here."
"It's fine, no one will come."
"I have something else in mind. Take me to your bed, Draco." I kissed him full of need. I pressed my body against him, feeling him respond.
"It's broad daylight, we'll get caught." He said.
"Come on, Draco, aren't you the Prince of Slytherin?" I asked baiting him and pulling.
Draco grabbed me by the hand and we nearly ran for his rooms.
"They'll notice we're both gone," he said
"Who cares? I'd take a hundred detentions for this."
"Me too."
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I couldn't laugh at his nervousness, no not Draco. His anxiety was high as his delicate hands fumbling with my shirt buttons. His eyes dark with lust.
I couldn't take it anymore, I wanted him now. So, I took my wand and banished our clothes. In his shock, I took advantage and pushed him on his back.
I took a quick view around his room, nice, private, and suitable for Head Boy. I returned my attention to him kissing him down his jaw line. I could feel his pulse racing, could smell the blood pumping, for now I had to resist that temptation.
He pulled me up to his mouth urgently. I grasped him by the shaft, already solid from anticipation, and rubbed the head around my inner folds, so wet with desire.
He growled at my teasing. I smiled down at him and firmly impaled myself.
"Gods, Draco, you feel so good." I said throwing my head back at the feeling of him filling me. I ground my hips into his, then slowly rising and lowering myself down again. Frustrated with my torment, he growled and flipped me over to take control. But he obviously wanted his turn at tormenting me as he would thrust hard a few strokes and then change his pace and languidly rotate his hips.
He felt so wonderful his taut chest colliding with my breasts. I wanted it to last forever. I felt the trembling starting from my naval downward, sending me rippling over the edge of pleasure. I dug my nails into his back holding him to me as I arched my back and cried out, "Oh, my God" It took all the willpower I had to keep my mouth shut after that and not indulge in any other urges I had .
With as many lovers as I've had I learned to never shout anyone's name in bliss as it causes too much trouble, especially if you get the name wrong.
If I knew him well enough by now, so carefully controlled, he wouldn't be as vocal as I liked. "Draco, I want to hear you come." He thrust into me harder keeping a maddening pace now as my hips rose to meet him, sending myself over another edge as he groaned loudly pumping his own release inside me.
He moved to cup my face in his hands looking into my eyes, I thanked the gods again for the occultus charm as he would see lust in my eyes, just not the kind he would be prepared for, and he kissed me softly, sweetly, almost lovingly?
He pulled away from me and laid next to me on his big bed, entwining his fingers into mine, an obvious grin on his beautiful face. "Mercy that was bloody awesome."
I cringed at the word 'bloody'. Remaining silent I got up to leave, that was one lust I refused to satisfy, not with him, not yet. Sex seemed to make the blood lust so much stronger, as that was my preferred way to take it.
"What's wrong, Mercy?" he asked sitting up.
"Nothing is wrong, Draco, but I have to get out of here before we make promises we don't intend to keep."
He raised his brow and scowled for a second, then smiled again mischievously. "I promise, no promises."
I had to laugh, he would promise not to promise anything. I returned to his arms, I felt safe, for even just a few moments, while laying there fingering his platinum hair, for just a little while I pretended like I belonged, even if it was with this young wizard.
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Later that week Ron sat calling Harry's attention at lunch, "Harry....Harry?"
"What?"
"Have you noticed that new Slytherin?"
"Which part?" he replied. Hermione elbowed him in the ribs for that.
"I heard something about her the other day. "She said
"So what did you hear?" Harry asked.
"Well, I heard some Slytherin girls saying that Malfoy and Mercedes are never apart, even at night, and that no one was allowed to say anything against us in her presence.
"Wow. I guess the sorting hat was wrong. "Ginny interjected.
"It's never wrong" Harry commented.
"Look at her and Malfoy; if ever he was paired she's perfect for him. They're also an attractive couple."
"Hermione! How could you say that?" asked Ron.
"Come on, Ron. I have eyes, she's gorgeous and so is he, if you take away the attitude."
"Is there something you're not telling us 'Mione?" Harry said.
"Like I said, I have eyes."
"Have you seen the way she just puts her hand up and shuts him up? No mumbling, from him either."
"He's whipped" said Ron.
"No. Not Malfoy, it's more than that." Hermione interjected.
"What's wrong Harry?" Ginny asked.
"Do you feel like she's," he paused, unsure of the right word, "dark?"
"No, but anyone who can make Malfoy shut up and irritate Snape is alright by me." Ron quipped.
Draco tried to lead me into an empty corridor, but for what I had in mind that wouldn't do. He start kissing me, but I pulled away slightly, 'No, Draco, not here."
"It's fine, no one will come."
"I have something else in mind. Take me to your bed, Draco." I kissed him full of need. I pressed my body against him, feeling him respond.
"It's broad daylight, we'll get caught." He said.
"Come on, Draco, aren't you the Prince of Slytherin?" I asked baiting him and pulling.
Draco grabbed me by the hand and we nearly ran for his rooms.
"They'll notice we're both gone," he said
"Who cares? I'd take a hundred detentions for this."
"Me too."
//////////
I couldn't laugh at his nervousness, no not Draco. His anxiety was high as his delicate hands fumbling with my shirt buttons. His eyes dark with lust.
I couldn't take it anymore, I wanted him now. So, I took my wand and banished our clothes. In his shock, I took advantage and pushed him on his back.
I took a quick view around his room, nice, private, and suitable for Head Boy. I returned my attention to him kissing him down his jaw line. I could feel his pulse racing, could smell the blood pumping, for now I had to resist that temptation.
He pulled me up to his mouth urgently. I grasped him by the shaft, already solid from anticipation, and rubbed the head around my inner folds, so wet with desire.
He growled at my teasing. I smiled down at him and firmly impaled myself.
"Gods, Draco, you feel so good." I said throwing my head back at the feeling of him filling me. I ground my hips into his, then slowly rising and lowering myself down again. Frustrated with my torment, he growled and flipped me over to take control. But he obviously wanted his turn at tormenting me as he would thrust hard a few strokes and then change his pace and languidly rotate his hips.
He felt so wonderful his taut chest colliding with my breasts. I wanted it to last forever. I felt the trembling starting from my naval downward, sending me rippling over the edge of pleasure. I dug my nails into his back holding him to me as I arched my back and cried out, "Oh, my God" It took all the willpower I had to keep my mouth shut after that and not indulge in any other urges I had .
With as many lovers as I've had I learned to never shout anyone's name in bliss as it causes too much trouble, especially if you get the name wrong.
If I knew him well enough by now, so carefully controlled, he wouldn't be as vocal as I liked. "Draco, I want to hear you come." He thrust into me harder keeping a maddening pace now as my hips rose to meet him, sending myself over another edge as he groaned loudly pumping his own release inside me.
He moved to cup my face in his hands looking into my eyes, I thanked the gods again for the occultus charm as he would see lust in my eyes, just not the kind he would be prepared for, and he kissed me softly, sweetly, almost lovingly?
He pulled away from me and laid next to me on his big bed, entwining his fingers into mine, an obvious grin on his beautiful face. "Mercy that was bloody awesome."
I cringed at the word 'bloody'. Remaining silent I got up to leave, that was one lust I refused to satisfy, not with him, not yet. Sex seemed to make the blood lust so much stronger, as that was my preferred way to take it.
"What's wrong, Mercy?" he asked sitting up.
"Nothing is wrong, Draco, but I have to get out of here before we make promises we don't intend to keep."
He raised his brow and scowled for a second, then smiled again mischievously. "I promise, no promises."
I had to laugh, he would promise not to promise anything. I returned to his arms, I felt safe, for even just a few moments, while laying there fingering his platinum hair, for just a little while I pretended like I belonged, even if it was with this young wizard.
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Later that week Ron sat calling Harry's attention at lunch, "Harry....Harry?"
"What?"
"Have you noticed that new Slytherin?"
"Which part?" he replied. Hermione elbowed him in the ribs for that.
"I heard something about her the other day. "She said
"So what did you hear?" Harry asked.
"Well, I heard some Slytherin girls saying that Malfoy and Mercedes are never apart, even at night, and that no one was allowed to say anything against us in her presence.
"Wow. I guess the sorting hat was wrong. "Ginny interjected.
"It's never wrong" Harry commented.
"Look at her and Malfoy; if ever he was paired she's perfect for him. They're also an attractive couple."
"Hermione! How could you say that?" asked Ron.
"Come on, Ron. I have eyes, she's gorgeous and so is he, if you take away the attitude."
"Is there something you're not telling us 'Mione?" Harry said.
"Like I said, I have eyes."
"Have you seen the way she just puts her hand up and shuts him up? No mumbling, from him either."
"He's whipped" said Ron.
"No. Not Malfoy, it's more than that." Hermione interjected.
"What's wrong Harry?" Ginny asked.
"Do you feel like she's," he paused, unsure of the right word, "dark?"
"No, but anyone who can make Malfoy shut up and irritate Snape is alright by me." Ron quipped.