Chapter two.
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She felt his hands on her before she could see anything. He wasn't even supposed to be in here. The password to the head girl's room, long ago discarded by a simple spell of Hermione's, was of no concern to him. And in the dark night, no light even showed through the windows.
His hands crept up her thigh, caressing and stroking smoothly, arousing her from her light sleep. She leaned up, a little foggy and caught his face in her hands. Almost hungrily she pulled him on top of her and began kissing that soft mouth of his.
He groaned, his boner pushing against her thigh roughly.
'Mione' I have wanted you so bad the last few days.' He said into her lips. She mumbled something incoherent back and her hand flew to his loose boxers, tugging them slightly to show she wanted them off.
He obliged happily and when they were discarded he went back to her, rubbing and pushing himself against her now soaked panties. Using his hand he gently rubbed her and her mind went hazy once more.
Pulling down her underwear he looked at her and within a second he had thrust into her, groaning as he did so. Her eyes flew open in shock and pain. She had done this before, but there was always pain at the start. Once she relaxed he started his slow movements pushing in further each time.
'Ohh Draco..' she moaned wrapping her arms about his neck, pulling him closer and in further.
'Mione..' He groaned then his eyes shot open, alert. So did hers.
'Shit! Someone's coming.' He jumped off her in a matter of seconds and pulled his boxers on, running out of the room as he did so, without a glance back.
Once again Hermione lay down, covered her face in her hands, and went to sleep, not hearing the other prefects move around in the common room, not caring about anything.
R&R.