"Malfoy and Granger," Professor Slughorn called, braking Hermione out of her daze. The potions classroom was stifling, her curls frizzy from the moist heat in the room.
"What," she questioned confused.
"Where partners, move over Granger," Malfoy said, dumping his bag on the workbench beside her.
"Malfoy, she greeted, a blush spreading across her cheeks that had nothing to do with the heat of the classroom.
"Granger, he smirked as he took his seat beside her, one of his hands resting atop of her exposed knee below the table.
"What are you doing," she hissed from the side of her mouth.
"What kind of potion do you want to create," he asked instead, ignoring her question completely as he trailed one finger up her inner thigh.
"Potion," she asked confused.
"We've been paired together to create a potion from scratch; the group that develops the most effective and useful creation will get extra credit and a letter of recommendation from Slughorn, Draco replied, his finger teasing her thigh but never nearing her dampening folds. She was certain if this continued there'd be a puddle on the bench she was sitting on.
"Draco," she breathed, her voice breathy. The boy beside her, lent over, reaching for her notebook on the other side of the desk, his face concealed from the rest of the people in the room.
"Red and I stop right now Granger, Green and I continue, your choice," he whispered, so quietly she was sure she was the only person to hear the words he'd spoke. Hermione shifted uncomfortably on the bench, nervous yet excited to see what would happen if he continued.
"Green," she breathed, ever the Gryffindor.
"Good girl," he told her bringing his fingers to rest against the soaked lace of her panties, applying much needed pressure to her sensitive bud. Hermione let her thighs fall open, giving him more room to explore her sex.
"Ah," she breathed as he stroked her, slow, deliberate swipes across her engorged clitoris.
"I was thinking we could create something to help those dealing with aftereffects of the war; perhaps a potion to ease the side effects of the cruciatus," he commented, raising a quill to write the idea down in her notebook.
"That's, ah, good ide-ahh," she moaned quietly, thankful that they were at the back a relatively dark and bustling room, the sound of students talking and bubbling cauldrons drowning out the involuntary sounds she made,"
"Granger, I want to put my fingers inside, you, can I do that," he asked quietly, pushing firmly against her most sensitive nerve. Unable to answer without moaning loudly, Hermione nodded franticly. Draco chuckled beside her, his fingers sneaking below the lace of her knickers, his thumb circling her clit as he thrust one finger into her. Besides her, Draco hissed.
"God's you are tight," he breathed, thrusting slowly, in and then out, her walls gripping his long finger needily.
"Ohh, ahh, OHH," she breathed, her head falling backwards as she panted, Draco sped up his thrusting.
"Miss Granger are you alright," Slughorn called worriedly his eyes fixed on her from across the room.
"I uh," Hermione stuttered, fanning her face with one hand as her walls clenched around Draco's finger, Draco whose thumb flicked frantically over her clit, causing her body to shiver with the need for release.
"Granger appears to be coming down with something professor, she's shivering horribly and looks all flushed and sweaty. I'll take her to the hospital wing," Draco called pulling his hand out of her knickers.
"Good idea Mr Malfoy, don't want her infecting the whole class, feel better Miss Granger the professor spoke, turning away from the pair. With a smirk Draco raised his hand to his mouth and sucked her juices off his glistening finger.
"Delicious," he breathed, as he stood up gathering both of their belongings off of the desk. Hermione followed, her face scarlet as he exited the classroom.
"The hospital wing's the other direction," Hermione commented as he turned left, instead of right when exiting the classroom.
"We aren't going to the Hospital Wing," Draco told her leading her round the corner and into a hidden alcove. "I want to taste you again, straight from the source, he told her dropping to his knees.
"I haven't ever," she stuttered.
"Can you trust me, Red we stop, green we continue, just like in the classroom," he told her. Hermione nodded her accent, smiling reassuringly Draco moved his hands up her thighs, reaching up and sliding her knickers down her thighs, the black lace soaked with her juices. Hermione stepped out of them and raised one leg to rest on his shoulder as he directed.
"What colour he breathed the breath of his words hitting her clitoris.
"Green, she breathed," Leaning forward he lapped at her folds and reinserted his finger into her tight hole creating a rhythm to drive her insane, every few swipes he'd move his mouth to her clit, encasing it, sucking, swiping and blowing against it before returning to her folds. Hermione's hands clenched in his hair holding him close to her cunt. Draco kept his rhythm, his free hand pumping at his hardened cock, desperate for release.
"I need," she moaned.
"Come for me," he ordered his mouth encasing her most sensitive nerve for a final time. Hermione screamed her walls clenching around his finger, and Draco grunted spurting his own release onto the stone floor of the alcove. Trembling and unable to hold up her weight, Hermione slid down the wall, her legs spread, her swollen pussy red and needy.
"That was, wow," she breathed.
"Your beautiful," he told her pulling her in for a cuddle, both of them panting from the force of their release.