THIRTY-TWO

Tuesday, 14 October 1944

On Tuesday, Draco knew for certain that it would be sugar quills that put him in an early grave. Watching her taste the plume with a tongue he knew full well felt like velvet against his skin was pure torture. In fact, he might prefer the Cruciatus curse to watching her with the sweet between her lips. Already, he was hard and squirming in his seat. If he didn't get away from her soon, he was going to make quite a mess.

He slammed his book shut, making her jump from across the table and drop the sugar quill. She watched him as he began to hastily shove things into his bag. "We just got here," she said, lifting a brow. "It's too early for Ancient Runes."

"We're going outside."

"But-"

"Granger," he warned, the tone of his voice making her eyes go wide. "If we don't get out of the castle right now, I'm going to make quite the scene of throwing you down on the table and repay the favor I owe you for Saturday."

She bristled, clearing her throat and looking down at the table, but he saw the deep crimson stain on her cheeks and smirked. Good, at least he wasn't the only one hot and bothered. He looked away from her, concentrating on packing up and getting his blood to come back to the upper half of his body.

When they were both were ready to go, he twined his fingers with hers and led them out of the castle. They were silent as they took their time walking the grounds. It was almost too chilly outside; a sign that winter was fast approaching. Even being mid-October, he knew they would be getting snow sooner rather than later. They always did this far up in the Highlands.

When she realized they were heading towards the Quidditch pitch, she came to a stop. She dropped his hand to cross her arms over her front and quirked a brow at him. "How subtle," she deadpanned.

He scoffed. "When you see what I actually brought you out here for, you'll be wishing it was for a repeat performance."

She paled at his words and he couldn't help but laugh at her as he reached for her hand and began to pull her towards the pitch again. When they reached the field, he led her to the locker rooms and knew the moment she realized his true intentions. Her eyes went wide in a panic and she stepped away from him.

"No."

"Granger, you need to learn how to fly."

"No thank you. I can get where I need to be by plenty of other means."

He was prepared for a fight and knew exactly which buttons he could push to get her to go along with what he had planned. "Alright, then will you let me take you for a ride? I promise not to drop us like you did."

She huffed at him. "I hate getting on those."

"Why?" he asked, stepping forward, broom in hand.

"Because…"

"Try again."

She sighed in exasperation. "Because I'm afraid of heights and falling. Because I don't like things that I can't have full control over."

"I promise I won't go high and you won't fall."

She worried at her bottom lip and then sighed before the edges of her lips quirked up faintly. "You were right."

"About?" he drawled, smirking down his nose at her.

"I would much rather repeat my performance."

He laughed and leaned in to capture her lips with his. When he pulled back, he positioned himself over the broom and kicked off. After a few circles around Granger to test the vehicle, he hovered in front of her and offered his hand. She hesitated a moment before she took it and he pulled her in front of him.

It was much harder to resist the urge to just go as high as he could just to torment her, but he kept his word and kept them relatively low to the ground. He wrapped one arm around her waist, enjoying the way her back felt against his chest. His other hand steered the broom from in front of her, keeping them at a leisurely pace no more than ten feet from the ground.

"See? Not so bad, right?" he asked, pressing his face near her ear.

She turned her face towards him a little and shrugged. "I guess it could be worse."

He wanted to ask if Weasley or Potter had ever taken her flying and if her fear of a broom was because they had dropped her, but he didn't want to upset her. Instead, he just focused on the way she felt in his arms and the wind as it rushed over them. Eventually, she relaxed into him and he smiled before placing a kiss to her shoulder. It was when she began to shift against him that he lowered them back to the ground.

She trembled slightly when her feet touched the ground again and he stared reluctantly towards the locker room. "Thank you," she said quietly, her hand coming to rest over his.

"For?"

"For being gentle. I know you wanted to do more than just coast."

He smirked.

"Maybe next time you can go a little higher," she said, catching him completely off guard.

"Don't tempt me, Granger. I'll fucking do it."

She withdrew her hand from his and laughed. "Just remember, if you drop me, I don't care how high we are up there, you're coming down with me."

"Deal," he said and returned the broom to the locker room.

When he came back out, the sight of her standing there, off to the side, staring out at the field, stole his breath and made him pause. Her hair was wilder than it had ever been from the wind, but he thought it looked best like this. The way she was looking up at the stands with eyes still dilated from adrenaline and slightly parted lips made him hard. The way she was now reminded him of the way she had been in the Room of Requirement the night of the New Moon. He could clearly recall the way she sounded and the look on her face as she brought herself to climax.

He wanted to see it again, but this time, he wanted to be the one to responsible for her pleasure.

He stalked towards her, surprised that she didn't notice him until he was nearly there. His right hand rose to cup the back of her head, tugging her hair slightly to get better access to her mouth as his slid across hers. His left arm circled around her waist and drew her close. She melted into his embrace and kissed him back with equal fervor.

He pushed them forward until she collided with the wall. The moment she did, he moved his lips to her neck and shoved his knee between her legs. She shivered and her hips bucked, causing her core to slide up his thigh wantonly. He pressed it higher and she moaned loudly, her fingers clutching tighter at his shirt.

"I was serious about repaying you that favor," he rasped against the column of her throat.

He felt her shudder around him and it only made his trousers that much tighter. "But I- I'm…"

He pulled his head back just enough to look at her and brought his hand from her hip up to cup her jaw. "Please?" He tracked her tongue as it came out to swipe at her upper lip. "You were so good to me the other day, Granger," he purred, tilting her jaw off to the side so he could put his lips to her ear. "Do you want me to be good to you now?"

A strangled cry escaped her lips and she nodded as eagerly as she could into his hold on her face. He smiled against her ear and brought his head back, turning her face towards his once more. He sought her gaze and leaned into to kiss her hungrily again. She trembled slightly as his hands slid down to her hips. When he was ready to follow their path, he lightly nipped at her bottom lip and then sank to his knees before her.

He kept his eyes on her and when she didn't look away, he felt his cock twitch. He swallowed hard and slid both hands up her skirt, enjoying the way her skin prickled beneath his touch. Gently, he curled his fingers around her knickers and began to slowly drag them down her legs. He helped guide her legs so she could step out of them and then moved to push her skirt up around her middle.

Eyes still locked on one another, he let his hand trail up her inner thigh and then nudged her to widen her stance. Her cheeks flushed a violent shade of red and her eyes began to flutter closed. He groaned low in his throat when his fingers skimmed over her core and coming away coated in slick. He dropped his gaze to what was right in front of him and wet his lips at the discovery of how she glistened before him.

Her body bowed forward as slipped his index finger through her folds a few times before adding his middle to spread her nether lips wide. He swallowed hard and looked back up at her, smirking as their gazes met again. He wet his lips and dipped his head closer to her. She cried out and shook as his tongue swept across her. He hummed as he brought his tongue back into his mouth, savoring the taste of her.

When she canted her hips towards him, he wasted no time in flickering her clit with his tongue. She cried out and reached down to card her fingers through his hair. Her moans and pleas were like music to his ears and it spurred him on. He grasped her leg and maneuvered it over his shoulder carefully, allowing him better access.

Draco had never done this with Pansy. He had been curious, sure, but she had showed no interest in letting him anywhere near her like this. Looking back on it now, it made sense. Somehow going down on a girl was far more intimate than getting a blow job. They were definitely not ready for that back then.

He hoped that he was doing Granger justice, because he was planning on spending a lot of time tasting her in the near future. With one touch of his tongue to her, he knew he had become addicted. There was no way he was going to give her up and he would do anything to prove it to her. That he wanted her here in the past and would still want her when they made it back to the future.

He pulled his head back from her enough to catch his breath, moaning at the fact that he could taste her when he licked his lips. She was staring down at him with the beginnings of a pout from the loss of his mouth on her and he smirked before pressing his index finger gently inside her core. Her eyes widened with pleasure a moment before she threw her head back and moaned loudly.

It was a wonder that he didn't come right then and there as he felt her clutch and spasm around his finger. It took all of his will power not to replace his finger with his cock immediately. She surprised him by lifting her hips a fraction and then falling back onto him. He shuddered with pleasure at the knowledge she wanted to ride his fingers. He swirled his finger inside of her and began to resume his work of bringing her over the edge.

He remembered her tells from the other night and when she was near her release, he added another finger into her before closing his lips back around her clit. She cried out and her hips bucked forward, pushing him back with need. He chuckled against her and decided it was time. He held nothing back as he drove his fingers into her in time with the flicks of his tongue on her clit.

Unintelligible pleas fell rapidly from her lips from above and her fingers spasmed in his hair in attempt to keep him in place. As if he were going anywhere. He felt it a split second before it happened. Her body nearly came off the wall as it stretched taut. Her core flooded with arousal, dripping out past his fingers. And the sound of her calling his given name echoed around the stands as she came for him. He continued his ministrations until she all but collapsed and only when he felt his lungs burn with the need for a real breath did he slow to a stop.

He turned and pressed a few kisses along the inside of her thigh before withdrawing his fingers, earning a sigh of loss from her. Slowly, he unhooked her leg from his shoulder and made sure she was steady before he rose to his feet again. He stared at her as he brought his hand up, eager to taste her one last time before they cleaned up. She watched him with curiosity as he licked his fingers clean of her essence and the moment he was done, she reached up and brought her lips down to hers.

The way her tongue caressed his curiously as she tasted herself was driving him mad. He pulled away from her abruptly and stepped back so that they were no longer touching. "We need to go back in." His voice was so heavy with desire that he barely recognized it as his own.

Her gaze flickered to the straining bulge of his trousers. "I can-"

He chuckled as he interrupted her. "I know you can, but this was about you. I can sort myself out later."

Still in a daze, she simply nodded and smoothed down her skirt. He reached down for her knickers and smirked as he vanished them into thin air. It took her a moment to go from gaping at him to scowling, but she shook her head and laughed before reaching for his hand. After another lingering kiss, he led her back towards the castle.