Draco pressed his lips against Hermione's and felt a mixture of relief and desire when they immediately parted and her tongue impishly flickered against his bottom lip. Twin flares of nonverbal accidental magic slammed the door and the lock so they were safely ensconced away from the crowds.

Her legs slid open and he perfectly fit between them, pressing her back against the desk as his hands slid into the riotous curls that she'd gathered into a high pony. He hated it when she pulled her hair back and the spell snapped apart as his fingers delved deep. He tilted her head further back so he could settle more firmly into kissing her because it was suddenly the only thing he wanted to do for the foreseeable future and possibly never stopping because why would he ever need sustenance other than her mouth.

Hermione grasped at his suit jacket, wanting him closer but accidentally pulling it off in the process and that was not a bad thing at all she realized. In a split second she decided it'd be best to remove as many of his clothes as she could get away with. She was dying to know if he'd kept that tight Seeker body in shape after school and if the light in here wasn't bright enough for a visual inspection, she'd just have to use her tongue.

Draco broke away and layered kisses down her neck and the rough rasp of a barely there beard made her shiver and wrap her legs around his hips. She pressed against him intimately, knowing that she was embarrassingly aroused from the brief snogging session but she'd easily get over it if he'd just reach down and touch her there.

He passed his hands along the side of her body, brushing tentatively past the curves of her breasts so she was left with the impression of a caress instead of the firm stroke she wanted. He gripped her hips and pulled her closer to the edge of the desk and if she'd thought they'd been pressed together tightly before she'd been a fool because now the ridge of his cock pressed against her through his trousers and she may have just had a small orgasm that left her pussy aching for more.

Hermione gasped and threw herself backward until she was laying flat on the desk and could see him. He was panting as she drew away, rhythmically grinding his hips against her as she unconsciously pressed back. She pulled her wand from her thigh holster and vanished her clothing, knickers and all.

Draco swallowed heavily, smirking at her dangerously but not saying anything. He reached down and cupped her breast, thumbing her taut nipple slowly without breaking eye contact and Hermione moaned huskily before bucking against him strongly enough to knock him back a step.

Wordlessly she sat up and started to unbutton his shirt and every inch that she revealed was as gorgeous as she expected and she pressed wet kisses to each deliciously tight muscle of his stomach as she moved further down. She'd never been one for pleasuring a man orally, she typically found it degrading but something about Draco made her feel uninhibited and she really really wanted to taste his cock.

She reached for his trousers but he beat her there, ripping open the button and shoving them down and wasn't it interesting that Draco was apparently one of the wizards who didn't believe in pants?

Hermione curled her hand around his engorged cock but Draco pulled her away almost instantly. "Do that and this won't last long," he admonished. "Be a good girl and lean back."

Apparently Pansy had been eerily accurate when naming Hermione's secret kinks because him saying that to her in that voice did something really naughty to her insides and she was fairly certain she was ruining Kingsley's desk with the slick that was pouring out of her.

When she complied and laid back against the desk, the wood startlingly cool against her fevered skin, Draco pressed his shaft against her wet slit and dragged it down and then back up again, bumping against her button as he did so and making her toss her head side to side as the sensation skittered through her nerves.

She instinctively tried to close her legs around him and pull him close but he grasped her ankles and pressed them back onto the desk so she was splayed open before him and he could watch as the head of his cock danced in and out of the soft curls between her legs. "Do you know how long I've thought about this?"

She didn't but she was past being able to verbalize anything so she continued to shake her head and reached out to grasp his wrists where he held her legs open but she didn't want him to release her, she just needed something to hold on to because she was going to cum from this, she was going to cum from the head of his dick rubbing against her clit.

She arched as she felt it, waves racing along her limbs as she choked for air and became light headed from the panting pleasure. She jerked against him and he unerringly found the right angle and popped the head of his cock in and then there was no self control left and he swiftly thrust inside as she shook with pleasure around him.

He leaned down and grasped the edge of the desk by her head, using his other hand to pull her calf up over his shoulder and then he fucked her deeply through her orgasm and straight into another one. Hermione raked her hands down his back, desperate for an anchor in the storm of emotions and sensations that were battling inside of her. She never wanted him to stop but she needed a reprieve; she loved the feeling of being so full of him but it was almost too much, her clit sparked with overly sensitive pleasure each time his hips slammed into hers and it was only just barely on the side of pleasure and pain that she could take.

Hermione felt something deep inside of her awaken and tighten and she knew this orgasm was going to be the best one of her life. She could feel it with a weird sense of foreboding and excitement and her vision started to blur and blacken as she fought for it, she wanted it so bad. She pressed against his shoulder enough that she could put her other calf up and felt her body tilt up just right so he was brushing her cervix with every piston of his hips and the pleasure was sharper now but it was the right spot at the right time. She screamed her pleasure, all the breath leaving her body though she couldn't tell if it was because she was bent so tightly in this position or just the force of her body releasing a doomsday orgasm. Her pussy clenched down and took Draco with it. He gripped her hips tightly, shuddering and groaning as he shot wave after wave of seed inside of her and when he was done, he immediately stumbled back and fell into the chair behind him.

She still couldn't breathe but Hermione was certain the memory of how to do so would come back at some point. She was so exhausted now that she couldn't even be bothered to close her legs, still laying on the desk splayed open.

"Salazar, you are the most beautiful thing I've ever seen," Draco whispered as he sat there and watched her, watched his cum slowly start to seep out of her. She looked completely ravished, her eyes closed and a satisfied smirk on her face, her fingers idly tracing her chest bone as she caught her breath.

He stood and reached out, taking two fingers and pressing his seed back inside of his witch, enjoying the look of pleasured shock as her eyes flew open and she grabbed his wrist, writhing on his hand as he caressed her engorged clit and rhythmically thrust his fingers in and out until she was coming for him again, banging her hand against the desk and clearly fighting it. "One more time for me, Hermione. I want to see that look on your face again, I want to hear you scream my name again." He didn't know if he'd be able to survive not seeing her like this every day for the rest of his life now that it was burned into his retinas.

I hope you all enjoyed! I'll leave the rest of these stories to your imagination. *wink, wink*