Witches, Wizards, and Muggles alike,

Sorry that this one is a bit short. But I hope you enjoy. Be warned that this chapter does contain some adult themes. Let me know what you think! Happy reading.

Love,

SweetSlytherinPrincess

Locomotive

Chapter IX

The scent of her intoxicated him. Her sweet and spicy aroma filled his sense and he was lost. His face pressed into her curly mess of hair, supporting his weight over her. She gasped as his hands met her bare skin, moving slowly up her sides until they met the soft weight of her breasts. He could feel her arch her back against him as he worked his thumb over her rosy peaks.

She raised her arms, letting them circle around his shoulder, sliding slowly over his muscles, up his neck and into his hair, and the back down to rest on his chest. He pulled up, gazing into her honey eyes before letting his mouth crash against hers. She was ready and willing, her wet pink lips parting for him as he worked against her. Her tongue shyly flicking out. He groaned and let his mouth completely possess hers as he shifted his groin to create friction against her core. She moaned, and he loved it. Wanting so baldy to hear his name tear from her throat.

He sat back then, a primal lust taking him over. Staring down at her body, she was flushed. Her hands resting above her head, her hair splayed wildly. Her lips were parted and swollen, her eyes heavily lidded as she looked up at him with a blush on her cheeks. Her legs wrapped around his torso, revealing her sweet flower too him. She was wet, and he could smell her arousal. She was a perfect picture of sensual beauty.

He reached down, keeping his eyes locked with hers as he let one digit slide slowly into her. She tensed a moment before her eyes shut and she moaned softly, her walls tight around him. He let out a guttural moan as he began to move, watching her writhe. He quickened, adding another in order to prepare her for the length of him. Soon she was openly moaning, her back arched as he pumped into her.

His hands left her and she moved towards him for more. With a smirk crossing his face, he positioned at her core, ready to take what he had been longing for. He pushed forward and then… - He woke up.

With a great gasp, Draco Malfoy came into consciousness, his chest heaving quickly. Sweat beading on his forehead. He sat up, wiping his brow and glancing around his room, in disbelief. It had all seemed so real. He let his hand wonderer down, only to feel the proof of what he had been dreaming. He cursed himself, angrily tossing his blankets to the side as he made his way towards his bathroom to take a cold shower. Something he hadn't had to do in many years.

As the cold water beat down on his shoulders, Malfoy hung his head in disappointment. Granger had begun to take over his life. He had her on his mind most of the day. And now she was working herself into his dreams in a way he had not been prepared for.

He could not for the life of him figure out what could have compelled her to do what she did. He doubted that she was much of a schemer, so it didn't seem plausible that she had done it all to see how he would react. Especially since she had not tried to use it against him. If anything, it seemed to be tearing her apart. Most likely because of her shame. Shame for hurting the Weasel. Hurting the Weasel with the one person no one would expect.

Malfoy had never been one to lose. He hated the idea of it, and now that Granger was so interwoven into his passions, deep down he had the near irresistible urge to win her. He had said to her plainly to forget about the incident if Weasley was really what she wanted. But she hadn't responded…. And he desperately wanted her to choose him. She wouldn't, he knew. Not without persuasion. But could he really bring himself to openly treat her romantically? It seemed so ridiculous. When face to face with her, he still couldn't help but revert to their old ways of spiteful banter.

Was this what he was meant to do? Get his act together and openly pursue Granger? Whisper sweet nothings? Escort her to her classes and be possessive? The word played in his mind. Possess. He liked the sound of it. He like the picture of her snuggled in his blankets as the sun rose, her dark lashed fluttering open. He longed for her affection. He needed it. And he would achieve it somehow.

He scoffed at himself, a fist falling against the tile in frustration. Since when had the Malfoy heir longed for affection?

Always.

He shook his head. No. He was better than that. Not like some silly child. He had always been independent. No need for such things as love.

He knew he was lying to himself. And yet, no matter how he angled it, he was unable to picture himself as a romantic. Picture himself playing with her hair late into the night. He'd be damned the day she laced her fingers with hers and giggled like some ignorant schoolgirl. The scene did not include him in it. And yet he found himself wanting it so badly.

He let the water stop, reaching out to grab a towel and wrap it around his face. He stepped out of the shower and looked himself over in the mirror. He saw his tall, toned frame. A body that made it easy to get women in his bed. Pansy had left a few love marks, and his stomach turned at the thought of her.

Stepping forward, he rested his hands on the marble counter and stared at his face closely. He always seemed to look slightly tired. His eyes still a bright silvery blue color though that went well with the platinum locks that had gotten a bit too long for his liking as of late. With a sigh he rubbed the sleep from his eyes and began to dress himself again. It must be almost morning, considering how late he had went to bed. Luckily it was the weekend, and he had time to catch up on some sleep. All the heads were supposed to meet and get started on holiday functions, but all things considered… he doubted that was going to happen. Perhaps it was about time to make a trip on down to Hogsmeade.

He padded lightly back into his room, slipping slowly back into his large bed. He pulled the blankets up over him, and let the warmth of them drag him closer to sleep, hoping that Granger might let him get some rest this time.