Saturday Evening
Hermione huffed and shifted into a more comfortable position on the couch before repositioning her Potions text book on her lap trying once again to focus on the page, with very little success.
She just couldn't get her mind off the blonde wizard who was thoroughly too distracting for his own good and she knew she should be spending this time while he was in Quidditch practice studying but all she could think about was when he would get back and what they would do when they were reunited.
She gave herself a mental shake, she was Hermione Granger, she would not obsess over a boy no matter how good he could make her feel and how thoroughly he could make her toes curl. If she didn't get her mind off him soon she would never graduate from Hogwarts and instead of getting a ministry job where she could make a difference she would be barefoot and pregnant cooking him breakfast before he went off to work every morning, and that kind of life would never do for someone of her intelligence and capability. This thought jolted her into finishing the chapter on advanced potions properties before finally she sat back with a sigh glancing at her watch.
Frowning she realised he should have been back nearly an hour ago. As Heads they had no curfew however after the passion filled week they had just spent together she had half expected him to come running back to her to start their night early but alas here she was on her own and he was god knew where.
Maybe he had caught some Hufflepuff's making out behind a statue on his way back to their dorm, or maybe Snape had wanted to discuss his latest assignment … or maybe something had happened during Quidditch practice and he was lying in pain on his own in the infirmary. She began to panic thinking that her love was going through such agony before common sense kicked in and she realised that it was probably the least likely event to have happened.
She sighed again in an effort to calm herself and shifted her feet under her to wait. Tapping her fingers on the arm of the chair she turned her glare to the door. Minutes ticked by and still Draco did not return, Hermione began to fidget restlessly, picking at the cotton of her pullover and checking her watch every five seconds. She lasted all of seven minutes and forty two seconds before pulling herself to her feet and practically running into the hallway.
She made her way to the infirmary at a clip that was just a little too fast to be considered walking and burst through the doors startling Madam Pomfry who was bent over a fourth year Ravenclaw student who appeared to have lost his nose. Both patient and nurse looked up at her unexpected intrusion but Hermione paid them no heed as she glanced up and down the rows of beds and almost collapsed in relief when their was not a blonde hair in sight.
"Are you ok dear?" Madam Pomfry asked moving away from the noseless boy and cautiously approaching the witch. Hermione backed away embarrassed and shook her telling the medi-witch she was just doing rounds and fled back down the hallway before she could question her anymore. Poppy shook her head and before firmly closing the infirmary doors.
Hermione ran until she reached the great hall silently kicking herself for being so stupid. She made her way toward the huge wooden doors that led to the grounds and let herself out into the cool night air heading at a slow pace toward the lake. She was almost at waters edge when she saw a light shining toward the Quidditch change rooms, obviously someone was still out there and maybe they knew where Draco was, she swiftly changed direction and picked up the pace.
The Quidditch change rooms were located beneath the towering stands and each house could access their own private domains by the main entrances. Hermione had to take a swift left to reach the south entrance, quickly locating the green door and un-warding it before letting herself in. The change rooms ran the length around the field and were not so large as they were long, one had to take door after door before they hit the room they required. The outer office contained a desk and a few chairs where obviously the administration of the team was put into effect. The next space along was set up like a board room with a massive oval table and chalk board attached to the far wall. Hermione made her way through both before hitting the room containing lockers and long benches this too was empty.
Hermione frowned in concentration when she heard a sound from the next room, like metal hitting metal – it reminded her of the blacksmiths of old. She followed the sound into the next room which held an eclectic collection of both muggle and magical gym equipment. And there in the far corner of the mirrored room was Draco Malfoy, flat on his back along a padded bench pulling and releasing the bar above him rhythmically. Sweat glistened on his naked torso as he continued his workout oblivious to the witch gazing at him with lust in her eyes.
His biceps strained and he puffed his chest as he once again pulled the bar toward him, lifting the weights at the head of the machine. Hermione's eyes followed the movement as she approached him making her presence known. He released the weights but held onto the bar as his head swerved on the bench to spy his intruder.
"Hermione! What are you doing here?" he asked clearly astonished to be seeing her in the Slytherin change room
"Looking for you … I was worried" she suddenly realised how lame she must seem
"You were?" he grinned and sat up, his legs straddling the bench, she just nodded flushing slightly in embarrassment "Come here" he commanded tilting his chin to look up at her as she drew up to the bench his grin turning lecherous. He was still panting slightly from his exertions but he also noticed she wasn't fairing much better and tucked away the knowledge that going shirtless more often could be very beneficial to him.
Infact the sight of a shirtless Malfoy almost made her swoon and she grabbed onto the bar just above her head for support as she swayed closer to him. He moved his hands to span her waist and leaned in placing a soft kiss just above the swell of her breasts "I missed you too sweetheart" he murmured.
"I never said I missed you" she sighed as his mouth moved a little higher to the throbbing pulse point at the base of her neck
"True but you would have been missing me before you became worried" his tongue snaked out to lick the small bead of sweat that was forming before pulling even closer. She opened her eyes when he shifted back on the bench slightly and squealed in surprise when he lifted her to straddle the bench facing him
"That's better" he smirked running his hands up her outer thighs before pulling then around his own waist bringing her flush against him, both gasped at the intimate contact.
"Should we be doing this here?" She tried to ignore the quiver in her voice
"Why not?" he purred dipping his head to nibble at her neck, running his hands from thighs to shoulders causing her to shiver "Nobody will come, it's after curfew" he promised
Her feebly protests soon turned to mews of pleasure as he left no piece of flesh unexplored and soon she found herself lying on top of him rather naked, her legs dangling on either side of the bench. He stopped kissing her for a moment to reach above her head grabbing the bar and bringing it down toward them. Her brows drew together in confusion
"Trust me" he said huskily at the look and told her to place her hands over his own as he resumed ravishing her mouth, she was soon lost to everything but those glorious lips on her own and that smooth tongue battling for dominance. His sudden release of the bar drew her body up sharply and he took the opportunity to enter her sweet folds and they groaned in mutual satisfaction. He pulled bar back down toward them and she pushed down with him
"When I let go drop down" he rasped his breathing growing harsh, she processed what he wanted her to do for a moment before nodding her understanding. This time when he released the weighted bar she raised her body up and managed to slide deeper over his length. He pulled down again and she lifted herself almost off him, her lower body quivering with pleasure. He repeated the move several times and they fell into the rise and fall rhythm both grunting with pleasure each time he hit deeper.
He began to increase the pace slowly kissing her flesh every time he lowered the bar and she was back in reach and they both began to quiver uncontrollably as the friction between them as well as the physical strain began to take its toll.
"Draco ... please, I need …" Hermione whimpered, the pressure of her lower regions becoming almost painful, her body crying out for release. Draco released the bar so swiftly that he became more deeply imbedded in her than ever before causing her climax to hit her hard and she cried out, digging her nails into the backs of his hands. He left her dangle there as wave after wave of pleasure pulsed through her and she finally collapsed on his chest.
"Hold on" he grunted in her ear as he let go of the bar all together and grabbed hold of her hips pounding into her until he found his own satisfaction. Hermione gripped the bench above his head as he slammed almost violently into her body making her own convulsing muscles react in a very pleasant way.
They finally both slumped in exhaustion, glistening with sweat, her hair plastered between them. She was the first to stir groaning as she slid off him and onto the prickly carpeted floor, her shaking legs unable to support her. Draco swung his own quivering legs around and stood for a moment still catching his breath before leaning down and scooping her up into his arms heading into the next room which held multiple showers.
He leant her up against the white tiled wall as he swivelled 2 heads toward them and began adjusting taps to let out a refreshing stream of barely warm water that felt like heaven after the heat of the gym. He approached her again and pinned her against the wall and began kissing her in earnest letting the water run over them washing away the sweat and smell of sex.
"I do believe that's the best workout I've ever had" he murmured kissing her neck, she wrapped her arms around his shoulders and nudged him to that he was against the wall and the stream of water was hitting her own back before replying
"Yes we should do it again sometime"
"Most defiantly" they both grinned at each other before he turned the water off all together. He dried them off and they located clothes before turning the lights out and exiting the change rooms.
Walking back toward Hogwarts hand in hand they didn't notice the quick flash of white light in the dark … but they would wish they hadn't been so absorbed in each other because that one flash of light was about to make their lives a whole lot more difficult.
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