Hermione's Little Secret

She drifted closer to his body, wrapping her arms around his neck and pulling him closer to her. She moaned and rubbed against him. Draco ran his palm down her arm, his touch raising goose bumps all over her body.

“We have to get to dinner.”


“No, we don’t. We appeared at lunch with the students.” She whispered against his lips. He sighed with satisfaction and started unbuttoning her robe, pushing it off and throwing it to the corner. Hermione laughed at his haste and opened his shirt, scraping her nails across his nipples. He jumped and turned them quickly, pushing her towards his desk. With a growl, he pushed the few papers to the floor with a swipe of his arm, then pushed her back on the hard surface.

“Are we ever going to have sex in a bed, Hermione?” He growled as he opened her blouse and saw her braless. “Brave, Madame Weasley?”

“No one could tell under the robes anyway.”

“Au contraire, Madame. Mr. Prince, along with a few other seventh years noticed changes in you today. And I’d take you into my rooms, but Lilah’s in there doing her homework.”

“Mmmm. RJ’s in ours too.” She groaned as he reached beneath her skirt, his hand gliding up her bare leg to the juncture of her thighs. He grinned when he noticed that the bra wasn’t the only thing she’d omitted. “I did that earlier. I thought we’d try and find a few moments alone.”

“Moments? Woman, you underestimate me immensely.” Draco kissed her neck below her ear and began stringing love bites down her chest to her nipple, taking it in his mouth with a stinging suction. Hermione closed her eyes and gripped the back of his head, holding him to her body, bucking up into his fingers as they grazed her clit lightly. She lay back flat and lifted her feet to the edge of the desk, her skirt sliding up around her waist as she opened her legs wider.

Draco stepped back and looked at the vision before him, releasing her nipple reluctantly. He grinned with a feral gleam in his eyes, looking at her, still dressed, but looking completely improper. She was spread across his desk, ready for him to fuck her. He looked down at his fingers, still stroking her wet nub. He slipped one finger lower and entered her, making her arch up and clench around that finger. Draco stroked in and out of her, his other hand rubbing her knee, moving closer to stand between her open body.


“Like a buffet waiting for me. I’m starving, Hermione, and I want to feast on you.” He grinned and dropped to his knees, his lips kissing a line up her inner thigh to meet his fingers. He licked them briefly, then opened her wider, burying his face between her folds. His mouth opened over her clit, his tongue flicking the sensitive flesh before he sighed and bit down gently.

“Oh, Gods, Draco.”

“Just Draco, sweetheart.” He drawled in a fake American accent. Hermione giggled and reached down, tunneling her fingers through his blonde hair. He swirled his tongue, burrowing two fingers deep inside, stroking in and out in tandem with his tongue. He scraped his teeth lightly across her, making her erupt in a small high pitched squeak.

Hermione bit her bottom lip, striving not to scream with every pass of his tongue, every hard thrust of his fingers inside her body. She had come down here to talk, but she had known this was how it was going to end up. This was what she wanted. “More, Draco.”

“Oh, yes.” He pulled away from her pussy long enough to lick his lips dry and kiss her inner thigh again. He rested his cheek against her warm thigh, blowing on her heated flesh. She shivered and moaned again, trying to pull his face closer to her body again. He chuckled darkly and bit her lightly. “My feast. Lie down, woman, and enjoy.”

“I am. I want more.” She whined and thrust herself up towards him. He moaned and began torturing her.

With his mouth and one hand pleasuring Hermione, he reached down and quickly undid his slacks, his right hand wrapping around his cock and stroking in time with his thrusting fingers. He moaned against her pussy and felt the shock wave undulate through her body. Her moans and panting were getting louder, her hips bucking up harder as she clenched around his fingers again, cumming hard and soaking his hand. He moved his mouth lower, lapping up her juices as her fingers pulled on his head.

“Mmm..Good. Better than any meal from the Great Hall.” Draco stood and pressed his cock against her, rubbing himself against her clit, letting her cum coat him. He bent down and kissed her deeply, teasing her by almost entering her, then pulling away.

“Draco…”

“Sit up.” He pulled away, lifting her up from the desk and pulling her to the edge of it. Confused, she followed his instructions. Draco stood her in front of him, kissing her again deeply, his tongue laving hers as he fondled her breasts teasingly. They he pushed her away slightly and turned her around, pushing her down to lie with her front against the hard wood desk. He flipped the back of her skirt up, used his knee to open her legs wider and thrust into her suddenly. Hermione gasped at the roughness, but shuddering at the masterful way he took her body. She reached up and grasped the edge above her head, turning to look at her lover behind her. He stood with his head flung back, his mouth agape.

Sweat stood out on his face as he grunted with every hard thrust into her. His hands gripped her covered hips, holding her firmly against him, pulling her back as he pushed in. Hermione dropped her head on her outstretched arm, feeling the rising bubble of her orgasm, knowing she wasn’t going to be able to be quiet about it this time. Her breasts were pressed flat against the desk, the movements of their bodies rubbing her nipples into the wood. She giggled for a second, losing her rhythm as the stray thought crossed her mind, ‘what if I get a splinter?’

“Laughing?” Draco panted, then slammed harder into her, making her squeal again and push back automatically against him, wanting more of him.

“God!” Hermione felt the sweat pooling in the small of her back, the bubble inside of her getting bigger, her body tightening in anticipation.

“Together, Hermione.” Draco panted, reaching under her and stroking her clit as he felt his falls tightening against his body. He couldn’t hold it in as she clamped down on him, spasming against his body, clenching repeatedly as she came around his cock. He called out her name again and released inside of her: he released her hips and dropped forward a bit. “Oh, fuck, Granger. Yesss.”

“Mmm. Draco.” Hermione smiled against the desk, letting go of the edge and trying to turn around.

“Stay still, woman.”

Hermione sighed and winced as she moved her hips a bit.

“Are you alright?”

“I’m fine. I haven’t done this activity in a few years.”

“I know. Me too.” Draco lay with his cheek against her back, rubbing against the cloth that had rucked up during their encounter. “Feel better, Madame Weasley?”

“A little bit, yes. I wasn’t certain who else to go to. Was it so horrible with her?” Hermione wiggled her ass a little, hinting that it was time for him to separate from her and move off her body. Sighing, he did so, standing up and fastening his slacks and shirt while she stood on shaky legs in front of him. Hermione turned to face him, fixing her own shirt.

“Alicia? The first couple of years were idyllic. We were young, rich, had a beautiful daughter, shagged regularly. I taught at a small witches academy and thought my life was great. Until, that is, Lilah blew up the car tires during a temper tantrum with her mother in the park. She destroyed every tire within sight of the part. It scared the shit out of Alicia and everything went downhill from there.” Draco ran his fingers through his already tussled hair, blowing a breath out in frustration. “Do you really want to talk about my ex-wife?”

“You know all about me and Ron.” Hermione hopped up to sit on the top of his desk. She snickered a little. This desk probably had never gotten this kind of polishing when it was Severus’. Draco noticed the way she was looking at his desk and grinned.

“I’m never going to be able to work in here without thinking of you writhing beneath me, love.”

“I was thinking of this desk when it was Severus’. I doubt he ever did the same thing on the top of it with a witch.”

Draco smirked and reached over to finish tucking her blouse into her slacks. “That’s what you know; you weren’t a member of his House for seven years.”

A/N~~ sorry it's been a couple of days. real life is biting me in the ass...ex husband is back around and i'm all stressed out..hope you enjoy the chapter, some fun stuff coming up ahead.
Sorry, Avanell, no sevie lemons ahead lol...if you want that check out some of my other stories hehe
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marti