Hotel

Ex's and Ohh's

Disclaimer: Well when I checked the mirror this morning I wasn't JK, so I guess I down own this... *sigh* I will just have to check again tomorrow...

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I am now indebted to the twins for the foreseeable future, have vowed to help them with any invention and agreed to being a test subject whenever they need. Seriously need to remember privacy charms! I'm meant to be the smartest witch of my age for Merlin's sake!

Back at the burrow I have endured the twins' smirks from across the table for at least two hours. I guess I can be a little thankful for their timing, 5 minutes earlier (or later) they would have had an eyeful of Draco and I definitely sans clothing...

Pushing the peas and mashed potatoes around and around my plate, I alternate between being scared of what the twins might do (or if they tell) and sliding my thighs together in remembrance of today's...exercise.

No one seems to notice my discomfort, aside from the twins who are the cause, so it doesn't take much to excuse myself after dinner from the lounge to the room I share with Ginny to read. Ginny is really the only one to really look up from her perch on Harry's lap to enquire as to whether it was school reading or just for fun. Assuring her I am not doing too much homework over the Christmas break, I make my way up to the peace and quiet (and thankfully lacking in smirking twins) of Ginny room.

Summoning a book at random from my beaded bag, I settle back on the pillow covered bed that I use when staying with the Weasley's. Figuring it is my subconscious paying devil's advocate I realise the book that flew to me is one I was given as a joke from Lavender, one I actually used for tips months ago... as some of the scenes were of the steamy erotic variety. Chuckling quietly I open to the first page, which floats into my lap. Picking up the sheet of paper I realise it has gone blank, until Draco's perfect handwriting starts appearing across it reading "Finally, I thought you were never going to pick up a book!"

Leaning across to my bedside table I retrieve a quill to see if the message goes both ways, but by the time I have done so there is more message from Draco. "Are you staying at the Weasley's for all of Christmas or are you going home for a bit? And yes the paper works both ways, and yes your book will return to normal afterwards." Laughing a bit at how well he knows what I would have asked I pen back "I'm supposed to go home for a couple of days from the day after tomorrow, then back here until it's time to go back to school" I wait for a second or two then add "Why?" His reply is very prompt, "Mind leaving earlier than planned and arriving a bit late home?" My reply is even faster "Nope, when and where can I meet you?"

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The next day dawns bright and cold, and I make my excuses for leaving a day early and say my goodbyes to the Weasley's, telling Molly I think I will say with my parents for five or six days. I assure her I will apparate them to the burrow and back for Christmas lunch with everyone as agreed in the middle of that time.

Apparating directly to the side street beside a huge hotel in muggle London, I check the time, smooth down my hair trying to make it look somewhat presentable, and make my way to the hotel lobby where Draco told me he would be waiting. I didn't have to look long, or really at all, moments after I walked in, long cool hands covered my eyes, and lips were on my neck, with Draco's voice in my ear whispering very naughty things about missing me and why he decided a hotel was necessary.

Signing us in, he leads us directly to the lifts, his hand slipping inside my red coat as soon as it takes off, luckily with only the two of us in it.

Our room is only meters from the lift entrance thank Merlin, and we all but fall through it as we immediately start ripping clothes off each other, kicking suitcases too the side and falling onto the king sized bed, whose neatly folded covers are not destined to be neat for much longer.

"Don't like holidays" Draco starts whilst flinging my bra so it hits the window opposite the bed "Don't like not being able fuck you whenever and wherever I feel like it!"

I laugh in reply, and pull him closer so I can kiss him properly, without the caution of someone walking in on us.

Rolling us over so that I am straddling his waist in only a pair of admittedly small lace knickers, I lean down so my elbows are either side of his head allowing me to continue to kiss him properly.

Rolling my hips on top of him, I writhe around until I am directly over his hardness I can feel through the thin material of my underwear. Groaning into my lips at my ministrations, he reaches down and proceeds to find the seam of my knickers and jerk them until they rip clean off, removing the last layer between us. Grinning into our kiss, I reach down slowly and gently guide him down so he is just inside me, then break the kiss so I can look into his eyes as I sink the rest of the way down. It starts off smooth and slow, almost gliding up and down on his length, but we slowly build up speed and passion until I have to break the kiss and sit completely on him and lean back for even deeper penetration as I bounce.

His hands trail up my thighs and end up around my hips, guiding my movements and trying to control the pace, but I am having none of it, and grind and bounce away to my hearts content, constantly changing rhythm and arching back as he hits places inside me that cause a bursts of pleasure to rocket through me and interrupt any rhythm I try to set.

Suddenly he sits up so we are face to face, winks and me then practically throws me down onto my back on the bed. Kissing my belly, he runs his hands from the tips of my breasts down to my thighs, then bends and lifts them so they fall open either side of him. With a naughty glint in his eye, he sinks down even lower until he is level with my pussy and licks a stripe up to my clitoris which he then proceeds to suck into his mouth and pull slightly. Flicking his tongue against the incredibly sensitive nub, I can't help but let out a small scream as his tongue creates sensations that I can hardly bare!

Sitting back up onto his knees he moves more directly between my thighs, kneeling and pulling them more firmly around him, then lining himself up and thrusting hard inside me.

I arch up involuntarily like there are strings attached to my boobs, pulling them towards the ceiling.

"Oh fuck! Don't stop! Don't you dare stop!" The words tumble from my mouth without thought. Whatever he is doing differently to usual is defiantly working. Laughing a little at my reaction, he continues pounding into me, but starts rubbing my clitoris in small circles, gradually increasing in pace until I am writhing around on the bed in front of him, legs clenching tighter around him and hands fisting the covers into a state of disarray.

One particularly hard thrust tips me over the edge and I almost black out as I come hard and fast and everywhere. Draco slows down his pace, tilting his head back as he obviously tries to contain his own orgasm. As soon as I am back in the land of the normally functioning, I crawl across the bed to the other edge so I can kneel in front of him to properly thank him.

Peppering little kisses around the head of his cock, I slowly slide one hand up and down the length of him, using the nails of my other hand to lightly rake the sensitive skin of his inner thigh, a trick I learn a few blow-jobs after we started fucking. Enveloping the whole of his cock in my mouth, I hold it as long as I dare, then release him with a loud sucking noise. Smiling up at him from my position on the floor, I start licking his length up and down, treating it like a lollipop, before sucking it back into my mouth and bobbing up and down a few more times.

After a little longer, Draco pulls me up and drags me over to the desk set up on the other side of the room. Automatically bending over it, I wiggle my arse slightly in his direction and flip my curly hair over my shoulder so I can look at him as he aligns himself, brushing the head of his cock against my still very sensitive clit. Guiding himself in, he starts to rock slightly so he is barely fucking me, only entering the tip and retreating just to tease me. Keening lowly at the lack of proper fucking I try and push back to impale myself, but he grabs my hips and stops my movement.

Moaning his name, I try pleading with him to fuck me properly. He keeps up his teasing game for a little while longer, but eventually pushes fully in very slowly, filling me completely, then just stands there, sheathed inside me. Legs shaking at the sensation, my hands fist and release above me as I try to make him move by clenching and unclenching my pelvic muscles, tightening myself around him. From the sound of his groan it is obviously working, and he starts to move, quickly picking up the pace until he is easily slamming in to me, fingers tightly clamped around my waist for further purchase so he can fuck me harder.

My hands scrabbling around on the desk I am being pounded into manage to knock all of the brochures, the phone, and other assorted things off the desk, but I can't find it in me to care.

Eventually his thrusting slows a little, then he pulls out and lifts me off the desk, kidding me softly, then trailing his mouth down my neck. Taking my hand, he pulls me back over to the bed, stepping over clothes and papers as we go.

"Ride me, properly" he murmurs, we don't often get the chance for slow-er sex, always hiding from someone, that and our passionate natures. But there is no one to interrupt now. Pushing him back onto the bed, I fling one leg over him and kneel up, straddling him easily. Reaching down I stroke him slowly and softly, then gently guide him to my entrance. Leaning forward, I take his whole length into me, and brace myself using the wooden headboard of the bed. Sinfully slowly I roll my hips over him, keeping him sheathed inside me the whole time. Rolling my hips again, I use my thigh muscles to lift myself up and down during the roll, and continue doing so at a very slow, deliberate pace. Letting my head fall back, I take one of his hands and pull it to my breast, instructing him to play. And Merlin does it feel good.

Still circling and riding, I increase the pace a little so we settle into a smooth rhythm, then lean down so I am practically laying on to of him. Rolling the both of us over he swaps our positions and leans up a bit on his forearms so he isn't putting all of his weight onto me. Undulating his hips he starts mimicking the rhythm I had previously set, but quickly increases the pace, leaning down to steal a kiss as he does so. Automatically I lean up to continue the kiss as he leans up a bit again to concentrate on pounding me into the mattress. My hands claw at his back as I feel my second orgasm approaching, breaking the kiss to gasp into his neck. Suddenly he grinds slightly higher and hits my clitoris as he thrusts, and fuck do I start coming. The build up from the slower, much unlike us sex, was amazing, and I can barely make a noise as I merely hiss my pleasure. I am almost caught up in my open pleasure enough that I don't notice him coming as well, but not quite. He keeps thrusting through his own orgasm, prolonging mine and apparently his own.

Coming down from our clouds of bliss, we merely move our tired bodies slightly so we are in more comfortable positions, then fall asleep, limbs entangled, no thoughts to our clothes strewn about the room or heavens forbid, pajamas! It's the first time we haven't just gotten redressed and snuck out of whichever place we had hidden ourselves in to screw... Weird.

Waking up the next day, I realise I am still completely entangled with Draco like we had fallen asleep playing twister, I look around the completely trashed room and start to laugh so much that I wake him up too.

"Think we got a bit enthusiastic last night?"

"Whose to say it won't get worse?"

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A/N Now should they go to the manor during the holidays stay the day/night then return to the burrow? If so should they have to hide from Lucius and Narcissa or have an empty manor? Or should the next bit be back at Hogwarts?

Btw. I am considering writing an offshoot oneshot from the previous chapter as a couple of people requested a threesome/foursome with the twins instead of this. I have never written anything like that but I'm not adverse to trying no Promises about quality though So should I give it a try, or just leave it at this?

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Love to all,

Ex's and Ohh's

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