AN: I did promise you another chapter. ^_^ Do you think I'd keep you
waiting that long for another 'satisfying chapter. . . . . Well maybe I
would have but I felt considerably generous today and decided to finally
write THAT chapter.
Thanks to everyone for reviewing!! I can't believe how many people actually like my story. You have to thank Teenage Boy Hormones really. They're the ones who made it all happen! But anyways, ladies and gentlemen, the chapter we've al waited upon, the one and only, smut (in the best possible taste of course) and yummy tom-ness, SATISFYING CHAPTER!! Woo hoo!
A little warning, this ain't for little innocent kiddies. In fact, what the hell are you doing in the R rated stories any way! Go on shoo!
Older, more experience readers, if you're anything like me, you'll love this . . . ^_^
~*~ Seduction's Best Friend ~*~
Chapter Eighteen: Show some self-control!
Hermione had a restless night after that. How could she possibly sleep after she heard what she did?? She was already having a hard time coming to terms with the fact that someone had somehow manage to find the boxers let alone deal with the ridiculous rumor that had seemingly spread right under her nose. Hermione found herself mortified. What was she going to do at breakfast the next morning? Surely by then everyone would have heard the rumor. And what would Harry and Ron think? She had already had enough of Ron's 'wise words' and couldn't bear to even imagine what he would say after he heard this rumor. Harry might be just as bad.
How all of this had happen so quickly was very much beyond Hermione. It had all begun with the stupid letter Malfoy had sent her at breakfast. Then it hit her. Square bang in the head; in the silly letter Malfoy had sent her it had said something about . . .
What was it? She racked her brain mercilessly trying to remember what it was.
"They say the news brings forth the bad, so I say, listen to the news,"
Had he really meant what he said by "bad news"? Did he mean he knew of the rumor? Of course he would have! He was probably the one who started it! But what if, maybe it wasn't him and maybe someone had seen her be pulled into that random broom closet?
Hermione bit her tongue. Was she really sticking up for that ferret? There were just too many contradicting thoughts going on up in her little mind. What was she to do? One way or another Malfoy had definitely pulled the rug from under her very feet. She felt like a fool as she turned on and stuffed her head under her pillow.
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The next morning as students filed in for breakfast in the Great Hall, Malfoy could not help but feel slightly proud of himself. He was smug about his little trickery with the ever so cocky lioness. He knew there was no real way she was going to be able to handle all the pressure and would surely have to forfeit it to him.
He could already smell the sweet, sweet aroma of victory in the air. Or it might have been the tantalizing waft of freshly hot waffles and honey, he didn't care. Today was going to be a good day.
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Across the hall a sullen Hermione sat with her eyes kept well away from judging eyes. She could already hear the mocking and cruel whispers. Beside her Harry sat unaware for which she was grateful. Ron too seemed all too happy to scoff in the waffles laid out before them and talked (more like whine considering the heavy detention the night before) with his mouth full like nothing at all could be wrong in the world.
Ginny however seemed to obviously have heard the vicious rumor and had seated herself way down the table next to her sixth year friends. Every time Hermione did manage to steal a glance towards her friend the red haired youngster would dart her eyes away quickly and turn a light shade of orange.
Hermione felt anger begin to bubble underneath her sullen composure. She was becoming very irritated by Malfoy's stupid game. She was very aware of the smug Slytherin ferret sitting victoriously at his end of the Great Hall. As the anger was raised a few notches she felt herself wanting nothing more than to smash his stupid face into the bowls of porridge and honey.
With a new sour mood about Hermione grabbed her fork and began "deforming" the stack of waffles in front of her. She was then reminded of the toast not long ago she had taken her anger out on. Unfortunately at the time she could be forgiven because of the understandable reason for doing so. Now she was aiming her anger towards an innocent pile of scrumptious looking waffles because of the slyness and mischievous acts of a slick haired Slytherin prick.
"Gee Hermione, if you didn't want to eat the waffles you could have just said so," Harry commented sending a nervous glance towards Ron.
"Yeah, I mean, they didn't deserve that," Ron added peering over her shoulder at the ugly honey massacre on her plate.
Hermione bit back the urge to yell at her two friends. She needed to exercise self-control. The last thing she wanted at the exact moment was for the entire school that was already infested with a cruel rumor to pay witness to her sudden outburst of anger.
Instead she put down the fork calmly (or as calmly as she could) and removed herself from her seat and made her way out of the Great Hall with plans to magically tear apart Moaning Myrtle's Bathroom and then magically put it back together before her Muggles Studies Class.
As she left she did not notice the piercing eyes that she had been cursing in her mind graze her back.
Malfoy watched her with an evil smile already working its way to his lips. It was definitely time to confront the little lioness once again.
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Hermione found herself only half to the deserted girls toilets when she heard the footsteps of another. She turned around shortly expecting to see some lost little first year but was instead surprised by a tall figure of a different interest.
"Not running off to find someone else to pay for sex are we Miss Granger?" the smooth and intimidating voice of Malfoy caught her off guard but she was none the less ready to strike.
"You son of a bitch! I can't believe you started that rumor!"
"My, my, Miss Granger. Jumping to conclusions so effortlessly. Not the greatest virtue I must say and no I did not start those rumors. I merely heard that myself at the Slytherin table this morning. Word does get around quickly. And I will ask if you leave my mother out of this," he drawled sending her a wicked grin.
Hermione fumed, "You started them and you know it! Who else would say such nasty things?"
"One who obviously got his or hers facts straight I suppose,"
Hermione wanted to rip him apart.
"How was detention last night by the way?" he added looking yet again ever so smug.
"I only need one reason NOT to tear out your insides and serve them to you precious Quidditch team Malfoy, DON'T tempt me," she spat with icy flare.
"Ouch Miss Granger, that definitely hit below the belt. But have you forgotten all that I taught you. How I MADE you what you are. Of course I don't expect credit, that would be asking too much," his words were generously dipped in sarcasm.
"Of course I wouldn't expect YOU to be grateful, not at all. Not the great Gryffindor Queen, who walks and talks like a slut now without even realizing it," his voice turned cold and Hermione's heart skipped a beat.
Hatred building quicker than it had any time before this very one now Hermione's fingers twitched ready to grab her wand to curse the evil bastard to wherever evil bastards came from.
"I am going to have to kill you now," she said with immense but controlled (to a limit) rage.
"I don't think so Miss Granger. You wouldn't dare, attack poor me. The whole school will think you're just a sore loser because you had to resort to physical abuse when you decided to stop paying me money for my body," he sneered at her.
That was all Hermione needed. Wand forgotten and all common sense lost she found herself lunging at him. She clawed out but the Quidditch captain could only come out stronger as he grabbed her arms forcefully. She growled with pure hatred and felt herself loathing every smug bit of him.
His grip tightened around her forearms and she could not reach his face to scar it. So instead she kicked out with her school shoes digging them as hard into his shins as possible. Hermione had already assured herself that as soon as she was done she would erase the entire meeting from her mind. Therefore it allowed her to beat him down as much as she liked.
The grip around her arms loosened briefly and she lashed out once again with her nails. She got flesh this time and while Malfoy called out in surprise pain Hermione got a glance at the three red scratch marks she had left imprinted on his cheek. In her sudden glory she had let her guard down and in no time at all she was pushed against a wall partly behind a large stone stature of a great black stallion and a red and gold tapestry.
Arms firmly and securely pinned to above her head and with his strong body pressed rather close against hers Hermione came to a realization that was she was utterly defenseless and unable to move at all.
"Don't Gryffindor girls EVER play nice anymore?" he said under his breath but being so close Hermione heard every word.
"What the hell is that supposed to mean?"
"Your dear friend Lavender liked to play rough as well, I came out for air with one or two scratches,"
"You sick bastard," she shot attempting to struggle but found it quite impossible.
"When you decide to grow up . . ."
"I need to grow up! You're not one to say . . ." she was cut off by the tightening of the grip on her arms.
"When you decide to grow up," he continued, "you will see that we are both very much alone with enough time to spare for a little fun,"
"Explain to me MR Malfoy, why in hell would I want to do that?" she said coldly.
Malfoy smirked his trademark smirk. A flicker in his eyes told Hermione he was definitely up to something. He pushed a little closer into her that Hermione was afraid he would be encouraged by her fast beating heart.
He leant in closer to her right ear, so close Hermione could count the breaths he was taking.
"Because I know you're fighting to resist me," he whispered.
He let his warm breath graze her ear lobe waiting for a response. All the while Hermione's brain was screaming a few different things.
One part was saying to kiss the sexy bastard while another was trying with all effort to exercise some self-control. This little mind battle was becoming very distant from Hermione as she was dead set focused on the heated body against her.
"Come one Miss Granger, don't make it hard for me. Well figuratively speaking you've already succeeded in that," once again whispering seductively.
Hermione swallowed thinking very hard that only if her mother knew what she was up to.
His lips ever so slightly brushed against her ear lobe and the skin under the ear. From there is trailed slowly to her chin where they stopped for a brief moment. Hermione closed her eyes and could even feel his smirking against her skin. He planted one single, soft, surprisingly hot, kiss on her chin before yet again moving away.
It was very apparent to both of them that bruised shins and scratched cheeks were the least of their worries. Hermione opened her eyes as Malfoy pulled back slightly but definitely not enough to make space between the two.
"Do you really want to deny yourself of this?" he said calmly as the grip slowly loosened around her wrists.
She let his hold one arm above her head in a dominant position while the other fell down to his pale skin to tentatively trace the red scratches on his face. His eyes were set on hers and he seemed to be in utter control of the situation. Hermione swallowed hard again and opened her mouth to speak.
"I . . ." but once again found herself cut off only to be greeted by warm lips pressed firmly against her own.
Malfoy waited no longer for a kiss. Hermione felt no urge to "deny herself" the kiss either. With all heat from the angry moment before it was strange chemistry about that the two were passionately kissing each other with no sign of mercy.
Hermione felt his other hand leave her wrist and be found again around her waist. Through her robes she could feel his long slender hands making themselves right at home. She slipped her own hands onto the back of his neck and brushed through his blonde hair. All the while she felt herself being totally and utterly lost in this amazing kiss.
His tongue found its way into her mouth making itself much acquainted with her own. His hot body was still pressed against hers and hers pressed against the wall. His rapid touching took a life of its own when they found themselves tripping on the red and gold tapestry beside them.
They finally broke for air both in much need of it.
"It's getting rather crowded here, I suggest a more private place," Malfoy whispered raggedly still out of breath.
Before Hermione could converse he grabbed her hand and pulled her along around the corner until they found their favorite place. The Random Broom Closet. He yanked open the door, stepped in and pulled Hermione in with an animal force. As soon as the door closed and with what little light they had she was pushed up against one small wall and the heated kissing begun again.
Between all this Hermione was pulling off his school robes and tugging at his shirt and pulling it from his trousers. It was a tangle of arms as Malfoy made a grab at her robe and shirt at the same time but only managing to get as far as the robe and two buttons.
Between kisses Hermione found a chance to speak, "I thought you said you'd never take me in a broom closet,"
Malfoy's lips were already at her neck where she only just manage to here him say, "Things have definitely changed Miss Granger,"
His hands continued at her buttons rather dangerously in fact until finally they were all undone. Then came the dilemma of her tie. He growled in a low voice slightly frustrated. He tugged at it roughly and in one quick motion it came loose and was gone like magic.
Meanwhile Hermione was working hard at his own shirt and was also becoming quite frustrated. As the Slytherin hardly ever wore his tie properly at all it was not hard to remove. But when it came to the buttons Hermione showed no mercy. The last few she merely ripped apart. Desire was building and she did not care where the buttons landed. She pulled down his shirt and ran her hands across his well toned chest only to have her heat heightened.
She traced her hands towards his belt buckle before being slightly distracted by the hands of her partner in crime. Malfoy's lips stayed close to her neck while at the same time he ran his long hands across her waist and stomach right down to the waist band of her school skirt.
"Skirts are fabulous inventions aren't they," he growled into her neck as his hands slipped onto her thighs lifting her slightly until she could feel his fingers dancing across the lace of her panties.
She let out a small moan that had been growing in the back of her throat. Once again she could feel the Slytherin Prince smirk against her skin. She felt him hook his thumbs into the waist band on her panties and pull down slowly until they were way passed her knees to elsewhere. His hands slid back up her legs right under her skirt.
Her hands finally found their life again and made their way back to his belt buckle as Malfoy rose back to her mouth and continued on kissing her while his hands were left to finishing their own business. Hermione found very hard to concentrate as she pulled at his buckle until finally it came loose. Wasting no time at all she pulled down his fly and was soon caressing the softness of his boxers.
There was a slight memory flash as she recalled feeling amongst many more satin boxers while rummaging through his drawers. This caused Hermione to smile a little into Malfoy's moving lips but he hardly noticed it at all. Before she could make a move to pull down his boxers she felt Malfoy stop briefly against her.
"Miss Granger you must not mind me asking, but have you done this before?"
Hermione let her fingers hook into the elastic of his boxers and begun to pull.
"Mr Malfoy you should be much pleased by answer that I have had experience with such matters. Why else did I date Victor Krum for so long?"
She smiled slyly at him picking up another of his traits. Without anymore hesitation in two quick fluid movements Malfoy lost the boxers and Hermione was pushed harder in to the wall and picked up by Malfoy's slender hands.
(AN: Sorry for the interruption, but incase you're wondering, condoms don't exist. Let's all pretend that we can't have babies unless we want to, ok? I know it's unrealistic but damn! Wouldn't it be great if it were true!!)
She opened herself for him and he was welcomed. With each thrusting movement Hermione bit her lip to stop herself from calling out. Her breathing got louder and mixed in with his occasional grunts of satisfaction. She had no idea how he was supporting her weight it mattered little anyway. She could feel herself reaching the point of climax. She wondered how much longer she could hold on for. Closer she grew to orgasm the louder and louder her breathing came. Malfoy's grunting turned into heavy breathing also and she knew he was close as well.
With two more final thrusts Hermione gave in to her climax and gripped Malfoy's shoulders so tightly she was sure she left marks behind. Malfoy was not far off and she felt him fill her more deeply than anyone else had before.
She sucked in a deep breath and let her head fall back. Malfoy's breathing calmed and he rested his head for a moment against her heaving chest. Both utterly relaxed with a little help from the Random Broom Closet.
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AN: How much do you all love me now? Like I said, this ain't for kiddies. I know there are writers who write better smut than me but hey, this is my first hardcore stuff and I feel pretty proud. I hope you liked it, you naughty things, you! ^_^
Thanks to everyone for reviewing!! I can't believe how many people actually like my story. You have to thank Teenage Boy Hormones really. They're the ones who made it all happen! But anyways, ladies and gentlemen, the chapter we've al waited upon, the one and only, smut (in the best possible taste of course) and yummy tom-ness, SATISFYING CHAPTER!! Woo hoo!
A little warning, this ain't for little innocent kiddies. In fact, what the hell are you doing in the R rated stories any way! Go on shoo!
Older, more experience readers, if you're anything like me, you'll love this . . . ^_^
~*~ Seduction's Best Friend ~*~
Chapter Eighteen: Show some self-control!
Hermione had a restless night after that. How could she possibly sleep after she heard what she did?? She was already having a hard time coming to terms with the fact that someone had somehow manage to find the boxers let alone deal with the ridiculous rumor that had seemingly spread right under her nose. Hermione found herself mortified. What was she going to do at breakfast the next morning? Surely by then everyone would have heard the rumor. And what would Harry and Ron think? She had already had enough of Ron's 'wise words' and couldn't bear to even imagine what he would say after he heard this rumor. Harry might be just as bad.
How all of this had happen so quickly was very much beyond Hermione. It had all begun with the stupid letter Malfoy had sent her at breakfast. Then it hit her. Square bang in the head; in the silly letter Malfoy had sent her it had said something about . . .
What was it? She racked her brain mercilessly trying to remember what it was.
"They say the news brings forth the bad, so I say, listen to the news,"
Had he really meant what he said by "bad news"? Did he mean he knew of the rumor? Of course he would have! He was probably the one who started it! But what if, maybe it wasn't him and maybe someone had seen her be pulled into that random broom closet?
Hermione bit her tongue. Was she really sticking up for that ferret? There were just too many contradicting thoughts going on up in her little mind. What was she to do? One way or another Malfoy had definitely pulled the rug from under her very feet. She felt like a fool as she turned on and stuffed her head under her pillow.
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The next morning as students filed in for breakfast in the Great Hall, Malfoy could not help but feel slightly proud of himself. He was smug about his little trickery with the ever so cocky lioness. He knew there was no real way she was going to be able to handle all the pressure and would surely have to forfeit it to him.
He could already smell the sweet, sweet aroma of victory in the air. Or it might have been the tantalizing waft of freshly hot waffles and honey, he didn't care. Today was going to be a good day.
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Across the hall a sullen Hermione sat with her eyes kept well away from judging eyes. She could already hear the mocking and cruel whispers. Beside her Harry sat unaware for which she was grateful. Ron too seemed all too happy to scoff in the waffles laid out before them and talked (more like whine considering the heavy detention the night before) with his mouth full like nothing at all could be wrong in the world.
Ginny however seemed to obviously have heard the vicious rumor and had seated herself way down the table next to her sixth year friends. Every time Hermione did manage to steal a glance towards her friend the red haired youngster would dart her eyes away quickly and turn a light shade of orange.
Hermione felt anger begin to bubble underneath her sullen composure. She was becoming very irritated by Malfoy's stupid game. She was very aware of the smug Slytherin ferret sitting victoriously at his end of the Great Hall. As the anger was raised a few notches she felt herself wanting nothing more than to smash his stupid face into the bowls of porridge and honey.
With a new sour mood about Hermione grabbed her fork and began "deforming" the stack of waffles in front of her. She was then reminded of the toast not long ago she had taken her anger out on. Unfortunately at the time she could be forgiven because of the understandable reason for doing so. Now she was aiming her anger towards an innocent pile of scrumptious looking waffles because of the slyness and mischievous acts of a slick haired Slytherin prick.
"Gee Hermione, if you didn't want to eat the waffles you could have just said so," Harry commented sending a nervous glance towards Ron.
"Yeah, I mean, they didn't deserve that," Ron added peering over her shoulder at the ugly honey massacre on her plate.
Hermione bit back the urge to yell at her two friends. She needed to exercise self-control. The last thing she wanted at the exact moment was for the entire school that was already infested with a cruel rumor to pay witness to her sudden outburst of anger.
Instead she put down the fork calmly (or as calmly as she could) and removed herself from her seat and made her way out of the Great Hall with plans to magically tear apart Moaning Myrtle's Bathroom and then magically put it back together before her Muggles Studies Class.
As she left she did not notice the piercing eyes that she had been cursing in her mind graze her back.
Malfoy watched her with an evil smile already working its way to his lips. It was definitely time to confront the little lioness once again.
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Hermione found herself only half to the deserted girls toilets when she heard the footsteps of another. She turned around shortly expecting to see some lost little first year but was instead surprised by a tall figure of a different interest.
"Not running off to find someone else to pay for sex are we Miss Granger?" the smooth and intimidating voice of Malfoy caught her off guard but she was none the less ready to strike.
"You son of a bitch! I can't believe you started that rumor!"
"My, my, Miss Granger. Jumping to conclusions so effortlessly. Not the greatest virtue I must say and no I did not start those rumors. I merely heard that myself at the Slytherin table this morning. Word does get around quickly. And I will ask if you leave my mother out of this," he drawled sending her a wicked grin.
Hermione fumed, "You started them and you know it! Who else would say such nasty things?"
"One who obviously got his or hers facts straight I suppose,"
Hermione wanted to rip him apart.
"How was detention last night by the way?" he added looking yet again ever so smug.
"I only need one reason NOT to tear out your insides and serve them to you precious Quidditch team Malfoy, DON'T tempt me," she spat with icy flare.
"Ouch Miss Granger, that definitely hit below the belt. But have you forgotten all that I taught you. How I MADE you what you are. Of course I don't expect credit, that would be asking too much," his words were generously dipped in sarcasm.
"Of course I wouldn't expect YOU to be grateful, not at all. Not the great Gryffindor Queen, who walks and talks like a slut now without even realizing it," his voice turned cold and Hermione's heart skipped a beat.
Hatred building quicker than it had any time before this very one now Hermione's fingers twitched ready to grab her wand to curse the evil bastard to wherever evil bastards came from.
"I am going to have to kill you now," she said with immense but controlled (to a limit) rage.
"I don't think so Miss Granger. You wouldn't dare, attack poor me. The whole school will think you're just a sore loser because you had to resort to physical abuse when you decided to stop paying me money for my body," he sneered at her.
That was all Hermione needed. Wand forgotten and all common sense lost she found herself lunging at him. She clawed out but the Quidditch captain could only come out stronger as he grabbed her arms forcefully. She growled with pure hatred and felt herself loathing every smug bit of him.
His grip tightened around her forearms and she could not reach his face to scar it. So instead she kicked out with her school shoes digging them as hard into his shins as possible. Hermione had already assured herself that as soon as she was done she would erase the entire meeting from her mind. Therefore it allowed her to beat him down as much as she liked.
The grip around her arms loosened briefly and she lashed out once again with her nails. She got flesh this time and while Malfoy called out in surprise pain Hermione got a glance at the three red scratch marks she had left imprinted on his cheek. In her sudden glory she had let her guard down and in no time at all she was pushed against a wall partly behind a large stone stature of a great black stallion and a red and gold tapestry.
Arms firmly and securely pinned to above her head and with his strong body pressed rather close against hers Hermione came to a realization that was she was utterly defenseless and unable to move at all.
"Don't Gryffindor girls EVER play nice anymore?" he said under his breath but being so close Hermione heard every word.
"What the hell is that supposed to mean?"
"Your dear friend Lavender liked to play rough as well, I came out for air with one or two scratches,"
"You sick bastard," she shot attempting to struggle but found it quite impossible.
"When you decide to grow up . . ."
"I need to grow up! You're not one to say . . ." she was cut off by the tightening of the grip on her arms.
"When you decide to grow up," he continued, "you will see that we are both very much alone with enough time to spare for a little fun,"
"Explain to me MR Malfoy, why in hell would I want to do that?" she said coldly.
Malfoy smirked his trademark smirk. A flicker in his eyes told Hermione he was definitely up to something. He pushed a little closer into her that Hermione was afraid he would be encouraged by her fast beating heart.
He leant in closer to her right ear, so close Hermione could count the breaths he was taking.
"Because I know you're fighting to resist me," he whispered.
He let his warm breath graze her ear lobe waiting for a response. All the while Hermione's brain was screaming a few different things.
One part was saying to kiss the sexy bastard while another was trying with all effort to exercise some self-control. This little mind battle was becoming very distant from Hermione as she was dead set focused on the heated body against her.
"Come one Miss Granger, don't make it hard for me. Well figuratively speaking you've already succeeded in that," once again whispering seductively.
Hermione swallowed thinking very hard that only if her mother knew what she was up to.
His lips ever so slightly brushed against her ear lobe and the skin under the ear. From there is trailed slowly to her chin where they stopped for a brief moment. Hermione closed her eyes and could even feel his smirking against her skin. He planted one single, soft, surprisingly hot, kiss on her chin before yet again moving away.
It was very apparent to both of them that bruised shins and scratched cheeks were the least of their worries. Hermione opened her eyes as Malfoy pulled back slightly but definitely not enough to make space between the two.
"Do you really want to deny yourself of this?" he said calmly as the grip slowly loosened around her wrists.
She let his hold one arm above her head in a dominant position while the other fell down to his pale skin to tentatively trace the red scratches on his face. His eyes were set on hers and he seemed to be in utter control of the situation. Hermione swallowed hard again and opened her mouth to speak.
"I . . ." but once again found herself cut off only to be greeted by warm lips pressed firmly against her own.
Malfoy waited no longer for a kiss. Hermione felt no urge to "deny herself" the kiss either. With all heat from the angry moment before it was strange chemistry about that the two were passionately kissing each other with no sign of mercy.
Hermione felt his other hand leave her wrist and be found again around her waist. Through her robes she could feel his long slender hands making themselves right at home. She slipped her own hands onto the back of his neck and brushed through his blonde hair. All the while she felt herself being totally and utterly lost in this amazing kiss.
His tongue found its way into her mouth making itself much acquainted with her own. His hot body was still pressed against hers and hers pressed against the wall. His rapid touching took a life of its own when they found themselves tripping on the red and gold tapestry beside them.
They finally broke for air both in much need of it.
"It's getting rather crowded here, I suggest a more private place," Malfoy whispered raggedly still out of breath.
Before Hermione could converse he grabbed her hand and pulled her along around the corner until they found their favorite place. The Random Broom Closet. He yanked open the door, stepped in and pulled Hermione in with an animal force. As soon as the door closed and with what little light they had she was pushed up against one small wall and the heated kissing begun again.
Between all this Hermione was pulling off his school robes and tugging at his shirt and pulling it from his trousers. It was a tangle of arms as Malfoy made a grab at her robe and shirt at the same time but only managing to get as far as the robe and two buttons.
Between kisses Hermione found a chance to speak, "I thought you said you'd never take me in a broom closet,"
Malfoy's lips were already at her neck where she only just manage to here him say, "Things have definitely changed Miss Granger,"
His hands continued at her buttons rather dangerously in fact until finally they were all undone. Then came the dilemma of her tie. He growled in a low voice slightly frustrated. He tugged at it roughly and in one quick motion it came loose and was gone like magic.
Meanwhile Hermione was working hard at his own shirt and was also becoming quite frustrated. As the Slytherin hardly ever wore his tie properly at all it was not hard to remove. But when it came to the buttons Hermione showed no mercy. The last few she merely ripped apart. Desire was building and she did not care where the buttons landed. She pulled down his shirt and ran her hands across his well toned chest only to have her heat heightened.
She traced her hands towards his belt buckle before being slightly distracted by the hands of her partner in crime. Malfoy's lips stayed close to her neck while at the same time he ran his long hands across her waist and stomach right down to the waist band of her school skirt.
"Skirts are fabulous inventions aren't they," he growled into her neck as his hands slipped onto her thighs lifting her slightly until she could feel his fingers dancing across the lace of her panties.
She let out a small moan that had been growing in the back of her throat. Once again she could feel the Slytherin Prince smirk against her skin. She felt him hook his thumbs into the waist band on her panties and pull down slowly until they were way passed her knees to elsewhere. His hands slid back up her legs right under her skirt.
Her hands finally found their life again and made their way back to his belt buckle as Malfoy rose back to her mouth and continued on kissing her while his hands were left to finishing their own business. Hermione found very hard to concentrate as she pulled at his buckle until finally it came loose. Wasting no time at all she pulled down his fly and was soon caressing the softness of his boxers.
There was a slight memory flash as she recalled feeling amongst many more satin boxers while rummaging through his drawers. This caused Hermione to smile a little into Malfoy's moving lips but he hardly noticed it at all. Before she could make a move to pull down his boxers she felt Malfoy stop briefly against her.
"Miss Granger you must not mind me asking, but have you done this before?"
Hermione let her fingers hook into the elastic of his boxers and begun to pull.
"Mr Malfoy you should be much pleased by answer that I have had experience with such matters. Why else did I date Victor Krum for so long?"
She smiled slyly at him picking up another of his traits. Without anymore hesitation in two quick fluid movements Malfoy lost the boxers and Hermione was pushed harder in to the wall and picked up by Malfoy's slender hands.
(AN: Sorry for the interruption, but incase you're wondering, condoms don't exist. Let's all pretend that we can't have babies unless we want to, ok? I know it's unrealistic but damn! Wouldn't it be great if it were true!!)
She opened herself for him and he was welcomed. With each thrusting movement Hermione bit her lip to stop herself from calling out. Her breathing got louder and mixed in with his occasional grunts of satisfaction. She had no idea how he was supporting her weight it mattered little anyway. She could feel herself reaching the point of climax. She wondered how much longer she could hold on for. Closer she grew to orgasm the louder and louder her breathing came. Malfoy's grunting turned into heavy breathing also and she knew he was close as well.
With two more final thrusts Hermione gave in to her climax and gripped Malfoy's shoulders so tightly she was sure she left marks behind. Malfoy was not far off and she felt him fill her more deeply than anyone else had before.
She sucked in a deep breath and let her head fall back. Malfoy's breathing calmed and he rested his head for a moment against her heaving chest. Both utterly relaxed with a little help from the Random Broom Closet.
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AN: How much do you all love me now? Like I said, this ain't for kiddies. I know there are writers who write better smut than me but hey, this is my first hardcore stuff and I feel pretty proud. I hope you liked it, you naughty things, you! ^_^