Fingers coiled round her wrist as she stood by the edge of the gardens, her back to the cedar grove. She felt herself pulled roughly backwards between two cedars and she spun round, almost loosing her footing as she collided with the man stood there. Looking up she saw Draco glaring down at her and felt the grip on her wrist tighten. He said nothing as his glare penetrated her and though the look he gave her carried traces of the Draco she had known in her childhood, she did not fear or loath him. As she glared back in defiance to his actions, she felt herself moisten with arousal. Draco's nostrils flared and she felt sure he could smell the musty aroma of her sex. He turned on his heal, his grip remaining tight as he half dragged her down the cedar grove towards the boat house. Hermione whimpered slightly from the grip he had of her wrist, but made no complaint as he guided her along. Reaching the balustrade, he turned, heading towards the steps. He stopped at the first one and in one fluid motion he turned to face her lifting her up bridal style, before descending quickly. She fought a little at first but he held her firm against his chest, before depositing her roughly on a bench on the stone jetty that overlooked the lagoon. On her back, legs splayed, hair wild, face indignant with humiliation, she looked every bit as wanton as her actions with Blaise had been.
Pinned to the stone bench by nothing more than the look in his eyes, she glared back at him as he loosened his tie. She opened her mouth to speak but he silenced her with a forceful kiss, his tongue deep in her mouth. She resisted at first but soon kissed him back, matching each stroke of the tongue, each nip, suck and lick with zeal. She moaned under his ministrations, feeling him grab her arms, pinning them by her sides. He broke the kiss and grabbed the hem of her skirt, lifting it up, humiliating her further. Dropping to his knee, he opened her up like a ripe pomegranate, before running his thumb across the glistening morsel, groaning as he felt her arousal and heard her own guttural moan of approval. Slowly he pushed one finger, then two into her, coming up to whisper in her ear.
"Fuck, you are so fucking wet, like a little bitch on heat" he told her, feeling her writhe and listening to her moan at his words. He curled his finger up in a come hither motion and she moaned again, her eyes closed.
"Are you wet for him?" he asked and her eyes snapped open. For a moment she said nothing, searching his eyes. His eyes were heavy lidded with lust, but behind them she could detect the love and trust. She knew she was safe, his righteous indignation a game.
She nodded.
"Say it" he whispered, his tongue caressing her earlobe as his thumb flicked over her clit. She gasped, rasping out her answer.
"Yes."
He thrust into her with his fingers.
"Yes what?"
"Yes I'm wet for him" she moaned.
He thrust again.
"Who?"
"Blaise" she moaned, hips lifting to meet his actions.
He pulled out of her and she whimpered at the loss of his touch as he unzipped his trousers, taking out his cock. He spread her legs roughly before straddling the bench, plunging deep into, listening to her keening.
"Such a little slut" he grinned, expecting a flash of anger and coming in for a sweet little nip when she flashed him a look that read "Only for you darling."
Spurned on by her response, he thrust deep before coming to a halt and listening to her beg for more. He bent down to her ear "Tell me how much you want him fucking you right now" he whispered.
"Please, Draco" she begged, trying to get him to continue.
He chuckled, "Tell me, witch" he whispered.
"So bad" she whispered.
He resumed his thrusts.
"Mine" he rasped.
"Yours" she moaned, her fingers coming between them to work on her little nub.
"Who's?" he asked, as her hips came to meet his thrust.
"Your's Draco" she cried, coming undone as she climaxed.
"And I'm yours, Hermione" he moaned, reaching his own peak before collapsing on top of her.
Running her hands through his hair, she felt him nuzzle her, before coming up for a tender post coital kiss. Whispered words, soft kisses and gentle touches were shared before they rose, Hermione and Draco adjusting their clothing before he took his wand and made them look as presentable as they had been before their encounter. He took her hand and pulled her into a warm embrace.
Returning to the party, the guests had all but dwindled away, leaving Blaise conversing with Theo, Juliette and Narcissa at the table on the sun terrace. Draco kissed his mother's cheek before taking the seat next to her, opposite Hermione who had sat with Juliette. Blaise caught his eye as he sat and the pair shared a look. They had grown up together as close as brothers and Blaise did not need to be a legilimens to know exactly what was going on in Draco's head.
Without a word he privately marvelled at the closeness and security of their relationship that allowed for Draco to indulge in fantasies of his witch with another man.
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