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“Malfoy could you shut your mouth for one bloody second!” Hermione hissed, clamping her hand around his mouth. She grabbed him by the scruff of his collar and dragged them into a supply closet behind them.
Gently closing the door and removing her hand from Malfoy’s mouth, Hermione pressed a finger to her lips to indicate they needed to stay silent.
The closet was barely big enough to fit one person, let alone two, as a result the pairs bodies were pressed against each other, Hermione’s hot breath tickling the side of Malfoy’s neck.
“What in merlins name is wrong with you Granger” he hissed, his chest rising against hers.
“I think…”
The clicking of heels interrupted her sentence, both freezing.
“Umbridge?” Malfoy’s ghost of a whisper was responded to by the slow nodding of Hermione’s head.
“Filch, put the new decrees here” her shrill voice insisted, now heard more clearly due to being right outside the pairs hiding spot.
Hermione was trembling, her face pale against the glow from the cracks in the door. She started gently tracing the surface of her left hand, keeping it cradled to her chest. Instinctively, Malfoy held onto her hips and pulled her closer, telling himself it was so she didn’t alert anyone of their presence by her incessant shaking. Hermione let her head fall onto his hard chest, the steady thrum of his heart calming the fear that coursed through her veins. Phantom pains of the blood quill caused her to let out a faint whimper, Malfoy squeezed her hips in reassurance and pulled her even closer against them.
“Leave them here, you can put them up in the morning.”
“Yes ma’am” Filch could be heard dropping the new decrees on the floor, as the sound of kitten heels grew more distant.
“Come Mrs Norris.”, the sound of Filch shuffling away echoing in the corridor.
“They’re both gone” Malfoy whispered in her ear, the light touch of his breath sending a raising the hairs across her skin. Hermione let out a sigh of relief, her mind returning to a state of calm.
“Why did you insist we cower in this dusty old closet, surely you’re aware we are allowed to be on our prefect rounds?” his eyebrow raised in curiosity.
“I just… I just didn’t want to face that ghastly woman after having detention with her yesterday.”
Malfoy reached around her, pressing himself against her back as he gently picked up her left hand and traced the raised cuts.
“You didn’t deserve this” softly whispering her ear. Hermione felt her body flush with warmth as she allowed herself to bathe in the comfort of his embrace. They stayed like that for a moment, before they remembered themselves and slowly pulled away.
“Right, well we should probably head back to our dorms” Hermione whispered, not daring to break the quiet bubble they had created. Malfoy cleared his throat, nodding in agreement.
He reached for the door handle and pushed, only to hear a wooden thud from the other side. He tried again, more aggressively this time but the door wouldn’t budge.
“Let me try, Alohomora”Hermione waved her wand at the door with no such luck. She pushed against the door and the distinct thud of wood could be heard again. She held a look of contemplation for a second, running through possible scenarios in her mind.
“It must be Filch’s ladder!” Hermione exclaimed, excited to have solved the puzzle.
“But that means…”
“It means that if we force the door open, the ladder will fall.” Malfoy groaned, thumping his head against the wall.
“And if the ladder falls then Filch is bound to hear it and come rushing back” Hermione added, her brow furrowed as her mind raced to find a solution.
“Maybe if we just… no that wouldn’t work… or what if we… no that wouldn’t work either..” she mumbled to herself, eyes squinted in concentration.
Malfoy eyed the witch’s body under the warm slither of light that slipped through the cracks of the closet body, admiring the way her shirt hugged her curves and how her sentient hair seemed to grow more frizzy when she was deep in thought. He had made a decision on how they should spend this time together.
He closed the distance between them once more and leant his hands against the wall, pinning her beneath him.
Broken from her intense concentration, Hermione breathed in the scent of green apples and mint and looked up to see the broad chest of Draco Malfoy mere centimetres from her face.
“Malfoy what are you doing?” she hurriedly whispered.
“I’m just checking something, be a good girl for me and stay still Granger” the smirk was apparent in his tone but none the less Hermione involuntary shivered at the pet name. Malfoy gently pushed and prodded the door, shifting his body against hers as he tried different angles.
Hermione was growing flustered beneath the warm body she was trapped against, the subtle movements sending tingles across her body and quickening her breath. She could feel the definition of his abdomen through his shirt, likely formed from the intense training in quidditch. Thoughts filled her mind of his muscular thighs tightly squeezing his broom, the sweat glistening under the beating sun as he raced round the pitch to find the snitch. A sudden jolt of Malfoy’s hips upwards pushed the bulge in his trousers against her, the overwhelming thoughts and pressure against her body forcing a whimper to slip from Hermione’s mouth. Blood rushed to her cheeks as she flushed with embarrassment, spluttering out an apology.
“Just stay still a moment longer, you’re being so good for me” the low rumble of his chest vibrating against hers. She felt herself growing increasingly wet watching his biceps flex as he pushed against the door, his breath quickening at the same rate as hers whilst he let out little grunts of exertion. Unknowingly, Hermione’s hips began meeting his, her body seeking relief from the built up sensations in her body. She continued to squirm and pant against him, but when another whimper slipped out her mouth the harsh reality of whom she was with slammed into her at full force.
Just as she began to overthink the situation she was in and whether she should be seeking pleasure from the same boy who had been an absolute git to her since her first year, Malfoy raised his knee so it was pressed in the space between her thighs. Her eyes shut in concentration trying to avoid grinding against his leg, her body becoming increasingly sensitive to every brush and nudge against her.
Malfoy smirked at the clearly wanton witch beneath him, her soaked panties pressed against his leg as he subtly moved it higher, whilst closing the distance between them even further. His mouth was now right beside her ear, the grunts sending goosebumps down Hermione’s skin. He pushed his chest further against hers, feeling her breasts grow in sensitivity to his body and her nipples harden beneath her shirt. Malfoy knew he was completely hard beneath his trousers and decided his witch needed to know it too.
Hermione was increasingly squirming beneath him, her body aching to seek relief from the torture of his movements. All rational thought had been lost from her mind, the pleasure consuming her mind and body.
“Draco-“ she all but moaned his name, panting and arching her back to grind against his leg.
“Is there something the matter, Hermione?”, he replied innocently, an eyebrow quirked in mock curiosity.
“Please, I need-“ her sentence was lost as Draco had used his hand to tip her chin up, staring directly into her eyes.
He loomed closer to her, their lips so close that they were sharing the same breath.
“You need what Hermione?”, the innocent tone was gone and replaced with a lustful growl. Draco had stopped moving completely, leaving Hermione writhing against him in desperation. He placed two firm hands on her hips, stilling her movements. Hermione was left whimpering and dripping, being held on the edge of finishing almost driving her to insanity.
She looked up into his ice grey eyes, watching his pupils dilate whilst she bit on the corner of her lip.
“I need you Draco.” she confidently whispered in his ear, with no doubt or hesitation in her voice.
“Good girl Granger” was the last thing said before the pair crashed together and the dark closet was filled with a chorus of moans and gasps for air.
Draco attacked her neck with harsh kisses, cherishing the sweet taste of her supple skin. When he found the spot just beneath her ear that sent Hermione’s body into endless trembles of pleasure he remained there, lapping and sucking. His leg began to raise towards her soaked knickers, releasing her hips and instead gently squeezing and massaging her breasts through her shirt.
“Are you going to cum like this Granger? Humping my leg like a wild animal?” the deep vibrations of his voice only increasing her lust, her body shaking uncontrollably.
“Draco, I need you inside me” the words barely managed to leave her mouth between the desperate moans.
“What’s the magic word?”, smirking at the state of the golden girl taken apart in front of him.
“Please, please Draco” she was close to begging him to fill the ache of emptiness, her hands already unbuckling his belt.
“Only because you asked nicely”, pulling her shoes off and tights and panties down to reveal the dripping mess of her pussy.
“But I must have a taste first” his light chuckle against her neck sending shivers down her spine.
Draco knelt on the floor and wrapped her legs over his shoulders, giving him unobscured access. Slowly kissing and gently biting the inside of her thighs, Hermione grew restless of the relentless teasing and threaded her fingers through his hair to push his head further. Determined to drive the witch to the brink of lunacy, he delicately licked a stripe up her pussy, the lack of pressure causing her to grip his hair even tighter.
Draco left feather-light kisses against her, inhaling her sweet scent.
“Draco I need more…. please”, the words breaking through gasps of air. Without leaving time for her to catch her breath, he began to tirelessly lap and suck her throbbing clit, sending shocks through her body. Hermione’s toes curled at the persistent assault to her oversensitive body, feeling the coil in her lower stomach winding tighter as she neared her release.
Draco pressed a curled finger into her hole, relishing in the fluttering of her walls as he gently pushed further in. Continually swirling around her clit with his tongue, he added a second finger, scissoring the two to stretch her tight pussy. He felt the liquid drenching his hand whilst she began to squeeze around his fingers as her release quickly approached.
Just as she reached the edge, Draco pulled away and stood up from the ground. Hermione whined at the loss of his administrations, the sexual frustration beginning to take over her.
Draco pulled his trousers and boxers down, freeing his throbbing cock from confinement. He felt his ego inflate as the golden girls eyes widened at the size of him, panicking at the reality that there was no way it would fit. Despite her concerns, he closed the distance between them again and returned to sucking the sweet spot on her neck and kneading her chest. Distracted by the pleasure driving her closer to the edge again, she barely noticed when the tip of his cock started to push into her entrance.
“You’re being so good for me” Draco whispered against her neck, his praise causing her pussy to clamp around him, drawing his cock in further. Feeling the resistance decrease, he put his hands against the wall behind and fully thrusted inside her. The pain of the stretch around him quickly dissipated when he started to rub circles over her clit, pleasure replacing the sting.
Draco slowly rocked against her, moving the kisses from her neck to her swollen lips, pulling them from her teeth where they were being bit. Quickening the pace of his thrusts, he had to grip her hips to prevent Hermione from collapsing due to the increasing weakness and instability of her legs. He tilted his hips to consistently hit the sensitive spot inside her, their moans muffled by their lips sealed together and tongues exploring each other mouths.
Soft thuds of the wanton witches back against the wall echoed in the broom closet, his thrusts pushing deep inside her. Hermione wrapped her legs around his waist, the new angle increasing the pressure inside her and force of his cock plunging into her.
Draco could feel himself being pulled closer to release, the witches walls clamped against him squeezing out drops of pre-cum. He threaded his fingers through her curls and pulled her head back, the painful grip making Hermione arch her back and push her over the edge.
The witches body spasmed and twitched as a scream escaped her lips, her nails digging in to Dracos shoulders as her orgasm sent intense shockwaves across her body. He continued to roughly fuck her through it until her tightly clenched and twitching pussy forced his own release and he held her still against his cock whilst he released his cum. His cock was still bottomed out inside her, his feral groans filling the closet. The pair remained still for a while, both body’s pulsing with aftershocks and gasping for air as they recovered.
Draco softly pulled out of her over sensitive hole, still pressing delicate kisses against her neck. He sat on the floor against the wall and pulled her down with him. She sat in between his legs and rested her head against his chest, exhaustion overwhelming her body. He tenderly stroked the side of her face, whispering words of comfort.
“Go to sleep Granger, the brightest witch of our age can get us out of here once she’s had her rest”