A Theatre of Sex

Draco sat in the Great Hall a week later, staring at the table as if something extraordinary was taking place there.

Most of the students had already left for Hogesmeade, but a handful remained. And one of the ones in that handful was Hermione Granger.

The blonde continued to stare down at the polished wood, knowing that if he looked up, he’d see her…naked. He’d see all the curves and dips of her body. The soft swell of her breasts down to her toned stomach, tight ass and that patch of hair that called to him to just suck and—

Goddamnit! Draco fumed, slapping himself softly.

The usually thoughts of wishing to see her naked were no more. Now, every time he closed his eyes, she was standing there before, naked as the day she was conceived.

“That’s fuckin’ it! I’ve had enough.” He growled, shooting up from his seat at the bench. He stalked around his bench and right to Hermione. Without even saying a word, he hauled her off the bench and kissed her.

She gasped into his mouth, making him soften the embrace lightly, but still not letting go. He kissed her again, matching his mouth with hers. He noted her small moan when he swept his tongue in to taste her. God, she was sweet…

His head spun when he finally released her.

“Do you know what you do to me?” he rasped, his mouth beside her ear. “Do you know what kind of effect you have on me? You do, don’t you? Because I have the same effect on you, don’t I? I make you so wet and horny…jus tlike you make me hard like a rock.”

Draco stared into her eyes, boring holes into her cinnamon orbs as his body shook with desire.

“Tonight, Granger. Come to my room tonight, at midnight…” he purred. “Wear something…comfortable.”

He licked his lips softly, then let her go.

Hermione landed on the bench with a “thunk”, the only thing in her mind was how she was happy Harry or Ron wasn’t there or else Draco would’ve probably been dead.