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Hermione was baffled by the mere thought of where she had ended up, or more, in what position she'd ended up. She hadn't expected Draco Malfoy to show up at Hogwarts, and even less had she expected to find herself pinned to a wall by him in her room at the Three broomsticks.

It was all very exciting and stupid at the same time.

Her back was against the wall, right next to the door, his hands on either side of her face, his body pressed tightly against hers. He was kissing down her jawline, her collarbone, her neck. It sent shivers down her spine. Draco put his lips on hers, and the feeling in her lower abdomen was all too familiar. His lips were soft against hers, eager, passionate. He tasted of the champagne they had consumed at dinner.

His hand found her throat and gripped it gently, she gasped, opening up her mouth to him. When his tongue slipped inside her mouth, massaging hers, her knees buckled.

No one ever made her feel so weak. No one could make her usually busy brain so … empty, surrendering to the moment. His touch.

Draco relished in the sounds she made, he gripped her throat, careful not to grip it too tight, not yet. He remembered how it used to be between them, and he was adamant to prove he could still make her into a puddled mess. He felt satisfied just making her grind against him, making her surrender to him, he took pride in being the only one to make Hermione Granger submit. He growled in her ear and gripped her neck tighter, still careful not to restrict her breathing too much. In this moment, she was his. He knew that.

He had always figured her to be a prude, but how wrong he had been. She was a vixen, desperate to feel his hands all over her, to lose control. It made sense to him, the woman was always in control outside of the bedroom. He knew what she needed, what she wanted. A way to escape the grinding wheels in her mind, to let someone else take control.

If nothing the wetness in her knickers all but proved it. Still gripping her throat, he reached down with one hand under her dress, her could feel the wetness through the thin fabric, her knickers were already soaked, and he hadn't even touched any of the crucial spots yet.

It made his cock twitch. He couldn't wait to be buried deep inside of her. He'd longed for it ever since they parted ways three years ago. He had yet to find another woman to have sex with in this way. Sure, they would submit to him, be good little girls, but it was never as satisfying as having Hermione Granger, the brightest witch of her age, on her knees for him, begging.

No there was nothing quite like that.

He could tell she was still thinking and overthinking the situation. He wouldn't have that.

"My, my, so wet for me, and I haven't even begun yet," he growled in her ear. She whimpered. He smirked at her, satisfied. Her eyes practically begged him for more.

"Tell me what you want," Draco demanded, needed her to be fully out of her head, no more overthinking tonight.

Hermione felt conflicted. This whole thing might be a mistake, it had taken her a long time to reconcile with the fact that her future held ordinary, boring sex with, most likely, Ron for the rest of her life. She'd never known how much she needed to have her body exhausted in this type of way. After Draco, she had found it to be hard even having an orgasm with anyone else. It had been one of the reasons she and Ron had broken it off. They were not compatible in bed, and even if he had tried to accomadate her deseries, it just didn't come natural to him.

Ron could never fulfil her need like this, and she hated she had to be in control in all areas in life with him, even in the bedroom. People would usually mistake her dominant personality, thinking it would seep through into the bedroom. For a while she had almost thought so herself. It was very much the opposite though, and it had taken her a war and a certain blonde to realise what she actually craved. It had been an epiphany of sorts for her, realizing who she wanted to be between the sheets, what she needed from a man to come undone. Reaching ecstasy when also having to be in control left her a prisoner in her head, unable to fully relax and commit to the situation at hand. It really took the fun out of being pounded.

When Draco's fingers graced her knickers she blushed at his words. Yes, she was aware she was wet, and yes, he had not even really touched her yet. It was mortifying and arousing all at the same time. It effectively snapped her out of her own head. He demanded she'd till him what she wanted.

"I'- I, please," was all she managed, and it made her feel even more mortified. How was she losing her speech? She was always quick on the tongue. And she never stuttered. Draco laughed in her ear, the kind of laugh that sent vibrations through her body and made her want to drop to her knees for him.

"Already lost for words?" Draco was amused, she could hear it clearly in his voice.

"Just, touch me!" Hermione pleaded, it was really pathetic.

"Like this?" he asked and ran his fingers up and down the top of her thigh, avoiding the parts that ached for his touch.

"Please. No, you know where", she said dumbly. He chuckled.

"Tell me, beg for it." His voice was husky, and she could see the lust in his grey eyes as they stared at her.

He wanted her to beg.

Her core was throbbing, desperate for some kind of relief. She would beg if she had to.

"Please, touch me, fuck me, make me cum. Please." She couldn't bother feeling ashamed at her own words. She needed it so badly. Just the thought of his cock, entering her, stretching her.

Draco cocked his head to the side. Amazed by her begging. He pulled her knickers to the side and slid a finger up and down between her lips. He had not been wrong. She was practically dripping. He felt himself harden instantly. Control. He had to control himself or else he would just rip off her clothes and fuck her hard against the wall.

He wanted to savour it, not rush it too much.

When he finally touched her, pulled her underwear to the side, she felt like her knees would give out. He dragged a finger over her wetness, still teasing her, still not giving in. He thrust one finger, then two inside of her, playing with her clit with his thumb. Hermione moaned and threw her head back against the door. Had it not been for his hand around her throat she might have collapsed on the floor. She placed her hands on his sculpted chest, she started to unbutton his shirt. It was a futile attempt, seeming as she could barely stand.

Draco pulled his fingers out, and she whimpered at the emptiness. He helped her remove his shirt, baring his sculpted torso for her pleasure. She kissed and licked on his battle scar above his chest, his nipple, his jaw, earning a low growl from the back of his throat. She loved it when he sounded like that, when his hair was messy and she could tell she was not the only one losing self control. He pulled the straps of her dress down her shoulders. She quickly stepped out of it. Feeling pleased with her self for at least wearing matching underwear, a red set she had picked up a few weeks ago, to treat herself.

She tugged at his trousers, fumbling with the zipper. Draco didn't stop her. Found it rather amusing how her fingers were shaking. He also very much enjoyed her fingers so close to his erection. When he'd stepped out of his trousers he dropped to his knees, his head rested just in front of her red lace panties. He gripped the sides of them and freed her from the fabric. Hermione moaned in anticipation, not at all embarrassed when she gripped his head and pushed it towards herself.

"I have no patience left," she explained when he looked up at her, because this was usally the part when he'd tell her to have patience. She had none. Not today. She was panting and he looked way too amused.

He smirked. That damn smirk, she used to find it appalling, now she felt herself becoming unravelled by the mere sight of it. It was everything about him, his lean fingers, the way he growled, his words, the way his eyes looked at her, patronizing, amused and pleased at the same time.

Hermione groaned.

Draco used his hands to spread her legs for him. Allowing him full access to her. He slid three digits into her, hard, pumping fast, he could feel her body tense, unprepared for the rough treatment. He relished in the sounds she made, and tasted her with his tounge.

Merlin she tasted just the same as he remembered. Like drugs, addictive, sweet and salty combined. He liked and sucked on her clit, while keeping a steady pace with his fingers inside of her, pressing on her G-spot. Draco placed his free arm around her waist, caressing her arse before holding her around her hip, pushing her closer to him. By the way her hands were tugging at his hair, and the moans she made, he knew she was close.

"That's it. Cum for me, show me how much you've missed this," he commanded, speaking directly into her core.

Hermione could feel his lips on her while he spoke, and combined with the assault of his fingers and his demanding voice sent her straight over the edge. Her entire body shook with pleasure.

"Oh, Draco!" was all she could manage to say, it came out as a moan. Had it not been for his arm wrapped around her hip she would be on the floor, a panting mess. Draco wasted no time, he pulled her by her waist, and as they reached the edge of the bed, he pushed her down. He spread her legs and pulled her to the edge.

Draco loved the sight he had in front of him. She was exquisite. He licked his fingers clean of her juices, and kept eye contact with her. Wanting her to see him taste her.

"Please," she said, her lips parted, her chest heaving fast up and down. He freed her breasts from the red fabric. He used one hand to play with her nipple, and sucked and bit on her other. She was writhing underneath him, desperate for friction.

"So eager still, never satisfied. Always begging for more," he mumbled against her breast. He heard another 'please' and he decided he should put them both out of their misery.

He pulled off his boxers, and dragged his hand over himself a few times in anticipation, and then lined himself by her entrance. Teasing her with the head if his cock, sliding it up and down between her wet lips.

Merlin he had missed her tight little pussy. Always wet, always gripping him hard. He pushed into her and bit down on her nipple at the same time. He barely had time to stretch her fully before he could feel her orgasm.

"Fuck, Draco!" she called out. Her core clamped around him and he kept moving inside of her through her climax. Her dainty hands were gripping his shoulders, desperate to cling to something.

"Good girl," he encouraged as she arched her back and threw her head back. As her orgasm subsided, Draco could move easier inside of her, he increased his speed, thrusting hard into her, as deep as possible in their position.

He pushed her legs wider, closer to her body, allowing him to go deeper. Feel more of her.

He wanted to make her cum one more time before he did. Draco felt his own orgasm building. So he moved his fingers in circles over her clit, he could tell she was already exhausted from having had two orgasms already. But he knew she could do it.

Just one more.

Draco thrust hard into her. Hermione was unable to think, she was already so sensitive. He drove into her vigorously, and it felt so damn good. When he started to rub her clit she screamed. It was too much, too good. But she didn't know if she had it in her to come again, she was already tired. Still undeniably, she could feel her next orgasm forming, she tried to reach for it. She did her best to thrust her hips, to meet him. But it was hard to keep up.

He used one hand to push down hard on the lower part of her stomach. Fuck, it made her feel every inch of him inside of her. It felt overwhelming, intense, and so so fucking good.

"You're going to cum for me again, aren't you? Your such a slut," he growled, next to her ear. His breath felt warm against her skin. Her body on fire. She could feel drops of sweat forming on her forehead. Her only reply was a desperate whimper and nails digging into his back. Leaving crescent marks. She closed her eyes.

Unable to form words, she screamed as her orgasm took her over. Everything went black, and she was barely aware when he released his own orgasm deep inside of her.

Hermione's body went limp, he waited a moment before removing himself from her wet entrance. As he did, he watched how their combined juices leaked out of her.

Now, that, that was a sight.

He pulled her body further up the bed, allowing her head to lean on a soft pillow, and pressed his body thight againt her back. Cradeling her body with his arms.

Hermione felt Draco moving her. She loved this part, even if she didn't want to admit it to herself. But the feeling of him, his arms wrapped around her, skin against skin. It felt safe. Comforting after the words he'd used, how he'd used her body. She would probably spiral if he'd left.

She felt herself drifting to sleep when he placed a few soft kisses on her head.

Draco heard her breathing steadying, and allowed himself to relax his head against one of the pillows. Without moving his body, he reached for the covers of the bed and covered them in warmth as their body temperature slowly sank.

Content. That's what he felt when he looked at her messy hair and felt her limp body tight against his. He had succeeded, indeed, in making a mess of her tonight.

He fell asleep with a satisfied grin.