The Princess and the Pariah—DELETED SCENE

Granger was lying back in Draco's bedding, her legs splayed wide as she ran her dainty fingers over her glistening core, a breathy moan falling from her lips as he ran his hands along the silky skin of her thighs. "That's it, love…you're almost there," he purred, bending to kiss and nip along her inner thigh.

Draco's encouragement elicited another mewl of ecstasy as Granger pressed her mass of curls back into his pillows and increased the speed in the flicks of her wrist. "Does that feel good, Granger? Tell me, do you wish it were my hand stroking that beautiful pussy of yours?"

She bit her plump bottom lip with a whimper and her legs began to quake on either side of Draco's hips. Her breathing was becoming unsteady and he marveled at the way her chest rose and fell rapidly, a pretty blush creeping over her breasts and neck. He poised himself at her entrance, the tips of her fingers brushing across his stiff cock, once, twice, as she continued the circular motion.

Draco leaned forward and brushed his lips across her neck, tasting the salty perspiration that had begun to bead just below her ear. "Come for me, love."

The soft vibrations of his voice brought his witch to ruin, her mouth falling open as she let out the sexiest moan he'd ever heard, his name tumbling from those luscious lips. As she shook around him, her hand ceased its ministrations. "Have a taste," he instructed, gently nudging her hand up toward her mouth, slick with her own wetness.

When Granger put her middle finger into her mouth and opened her eyes to look him square in his, he thrust forward once, closing his eyes at the delectable feel of her tight walls encasing his cock.

"Oh, my Gods! Oh, shit, I'm sorry!" came the voice of the witch he was just imagining.

Draco's eyes shot open and he scrambled to cover his waist with his blankets. "Fuck. Granger…fuck!"

"I-I didn't…realize," she was standing in his doorway, staring unrelentingly at him, her eyes wide.

Draco was naked as the day he was born, having given into temptation once more. Granger was tutoring third years, and he had thought she wouldn't be arriving back for another hour or so. He felt his face heat so violently, he wondered if spontaneous human combustion was indeed possible. He averted his eyes and stared at anything besides the object of his desires—that would do nothing to quell the raging erection that was taking entirely too long to go away.

"I have never been so mortified in my life," he said lowly, shame and embarrassment washing over him in unpleasantly nauseating waves.

Granger seemed to find some of her Gryffindor courage then and she stepped fully into his room and closed the door behind her. "You don't have to be embarrassed, Draco," she told him, and she sat on the edge of the bed. "I-I do it, too, sometimes."

Draco nearly choked on his own saliva as he pictured her reenacting the very scene he'd been wanking to moments before. He bunched the duvet further around his bare hips. "I should get dressed."

Granger put a hand out to stop him from standing. "Don't."

And with that, she stood next to the bed. Worrying her lip for a brief moment, she gave him a bashfully impish grin and unzipped her green plaid skirt slowly. He thrust a hand out and put it over hers, looking up at her with uncertainty. He turned in the bed so that his feet were on the floor and she was standing between his covered legs. He put his hands under the waist of her skirt and knickers and ran them gently down over her hips and the tops of her thighs until they both fell to the floor.

Granger was wearing nothing more than her stockings and a sweater that fell loosely over one shoulder. She stared at him, anxiously awaiting his response, her hands on his shoulders. "Fucking perfect," he muttered before running his hands under the hem of her jumper, over her sides, the ridges of her ribcage.

She had opted to go without a bra—the jumper was baggy enough to mask any lack thereof. Draco palmed over her breasts appreciatively, relishing the feel of her growing taut beneath his touch. His heart was slamming within him and he watched as the charm he'd given her jumped lightly in the hollow between her collarbones with the mimicked beats. He pulled the cashmere fabric up and she raised her arms and allowed herself to be undressed.

Seeing Granger in her full glory for the first time was nearly enough to make him come right then and there. He felt his cock give a hopeful throb as she leaned forward, putting her fingertips under the top of her stockings. "Keep those," he told her, swatting her hand away gently.

She raised an eyebrow at him, the blush on her chest blooming scarlet. Just as he had imagined. He bit the inside of his cheek. This was more than they'd ever done up until now and he was unsure of how far she wanted to take their relationship. As she pulled the duvet from his lap he felt his prior mortification returning.

She set the cover aside and looked up to his eyes before she dragged them lower. Draco felt a small surge of pride as he watched her eyes widen slightly and he watched the muscles in her neck work as she swallowed hard. Her tongue darted out to wet her lips as she reached a single finger forward and pushed his chest back. Holy fuck…this is happening. Every nerve in his body was alight and his pelvis gave a twitch as she brought a single fingertip down his length. He leaned back on his elbows, watching her intently.

Granger had that plump bottom lip between her teeth again and he leaned forward to untuck it. She looked up from his naked form to his eyes and he raised an eyebrow at her. "Draco, I-I've never…"

"It's okay…I'll show you," he managed to whisper, though every inch of him was ablaze with lusty desire.

His reassurance seemed to spark some of her courage once more because she leaned forward and wrapped her smaller hand around his impossibly hard cock, running her thumb over the glistening tip. Draco's jaw clenched at the feel and he had to fight to keep his eyes open and trained on her. He didn't want to miss a moment of this.

Granger experimentally began to stroke, timid and gentle. He felt his lips pull into a smirk and he brought a hand up to cover hers. "Harder…and faster," he told her, tightening his hand around hers to show her the pressure he liked.

He guided her in the next few strokes, but damn if Granger wasn't a quick learner. He fell back on both elbows once more, enjoying the sight of delighted curiosity on her face. Her eyes darted up to his as she dropped to her knees beside the bed. Her curls brushed against his bare skin and left scorching trails in their wake. He nearly lost it once more as she tied her hair back in a messy pile atop her head, the look of concentration and determination on her face enough to make him want to throw caution to the wind and shag her properly.

Granger grasped him once more, looking him straight in his eyes as she lowered her face. The moment he felt the wet heat of her mouth enclose around his cock, he finally closed his eyes and took a deep breath, willing himself to hold on. There was no comparison in the world to the way it felt to have her lips wrapped around him, her hand pumping an admirable tempo in time with her mouth. He grimaced slightly when her teeth grazed him. "Careful, love. Just go slow," he told her, looking up to the ceiling to steady his breathing once more.

Her tongue worked the sensitive skin on the underside of his shaft, exploratory but unrelenting. She took her hand away and pulled back and he let out a groan of protest. Her eyes darted up to his once more and she gave him a smug smirk, shifting on her knees so that her ankles were crossed behind her. Granger gave his head a gentle swirl of the tongue and Draco felt his toes curl against the wood flooring.

Instead of using her hand in tandem with her mouth, she took a deep breath and hesitated for a moment. Before Draco could register what was about to happen, she dipped her head and he felt his tip meet the soft flesh at the back of her throat. Granger's eyes clenched and she took a moment before pulling back and repeating her action once more. Draco pulled the hair tie from her curls and threaded his fingers into them. Never in this lifetime did he ever imagine that anything could feel as good as his witch's lips wrapped firmly around his stiff cock. The sight of her head bobbing, her eyes closed, and brow furrowed in concentration, her mouth forming a sexy 'o' around him. It was all too much. As she moved, he felt his hand pressing as she went down and pulling at her hair as she came back up his length, guiding her.

"Fuck, Granger. Fuck," he said through clenched teeth, barely holding onto what little control he still had. "I'm going to—oh, fuck."

Granger put her hands on either of his thighs and her fingertips pressed into his skin as she continued her torturous demonstration. She came back to the head and swirled her tongue around it once more. "Granger," Draco growled, his final warning.

Instead of pulling away, she wrapped those pretty lips around him tighter and dipped her head once more. Her nose tickled his belly and he felt his release upon him, quick and forceful. With every pulsing throb of his cock, he released more and yet, she stayed on him firmly, swallowing every last drop until he finished with a shudder.

Granger brought her mouth up his sensitive length sinuously slowly, causing him to shiver. She released him with a smug pop. He flopped back into the bedding for a moment, his heart beating erratically. He pushed the hair away from his forehead and let out a long exhale. "I may not have been such a gentleman before if I had known that was what I've been missing out on," he croaked with a laugh.

He felt her fingernails run over his thighs and he looked up at her as she stood between his knees, a look of self-satisfaction and awe on her features. "Okay. Your turn," he told her, pulling her hand so she climbed onto the bed beside him.

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