Tussle

AN: Well here is chapter two. It’s my first attempt at writing anything smutty soooo… I hope you enjoy it!

Malfoy stood angrily. “I am in no mood for your games Granger.”

He quickly slipped an arm behind her and grabbed the book. She was forced to let go with one hand but held on with the other, pulling as hard as she could. With a nasty smile Malfoy let go of the book causing the still pulling Hermione to send the book right into her own nose. She dropped it clutching her fingers to her face. That bloody hurt!He would have started laughing if one of Hermione’s hands hadn’t abruptly smacked him across the face. He angrily snatched her wrists, pinning them to her sides.

Hermione was livid. “Let go of me you prat!”

She wriggled to get away and he had to struggle to keep a hold of her. She looked up into is usually cold eyes which were now burning with anger, and then to his slightly open mouth. In a fit of impulsiveness she darted forward and pressed her mouth roughly against his. He made a shocked sound of protest, releasing her hands. He tried to back away but she placed her newly freed hands on either side of his face, holding herself to him.

His lips parted with an involuntary groan and she took the opportunity to slide her tongue into his mouth. It only took a moment for him to reciprocate. One of his arms wrapped around her waist. The fingers of his other hand trailed up her neck to tangle in her hair. With a lusty sigh she pressed her body against his lean frame. He drew her lower lip between his teeth and bit. Hermione moaned and let her hands slide down his chest and abdomen, pausing above his belt. He released her bottom lip and feverishly kissed her neck, pressing her backward until her backside bumped into the table.

She let her hands roam around to his bottom which felt ruddy fantastic. He groaned and pressed his hips forward firmly between her legs. Ohhh Hell she could feel that he was definitely excited. His tongue slid up her neck to her earlobe, a move which drove her positively wild. She slid one of her legs around his hips to hold him against her. Nuzzling her neck he rocked his hips back and fourth causing them both to gasp with pleasure.

His insistent movements caused her breathing to quicken as a familiar sensation started to build between her legs. “Oh… Oh yessss!” Her hands fisted in his shirt as her pleasure reached a crescendo. He rocked against her a final time gasping into her shoulder. He groaned weakly and went limp, causing them both to slide to the floor.

Hermione lay on her back breathing heavily. She would have slid into the deep and happy sleep that comes after a fantastic orgasm if it weren’t for the unhappy exclamation of the figure on the floor beside her.

“Oh Bollocks!”

The post coital fog lifted and she abruptly sat up. Malfoy was sprawled on his back nearby with his hand covering his face. He was also creatively swearing at a rate Hermione found rather impressive. Right well… this was quickly becoming an awkward situation. She stood a bit shakily and straitened her clothes. Well one of them was going to have to be mature about… whatever on earth that had been. She ran her hand ineffectually through her mussed hair. “Well then… I think we can both agree being in the library after hours… should be avoided in the future.”

She briskly left the library to head back to Gryffindor tower. She was honestly too tired to try to even begin to think about what the hell had just happened but she was vaguely bothered by the fact that she couldn’t seem to wipe the grin off her face.