Poison

Chapter Three – In My Veins

She bent over to search the bottom shelf for some crushed manticore horn. When she heard his soft moan, she knew that it had been a mistake to turn her back to him, but she was determined to ignore him. She continued to search through the jars before her. The air seemed to crackle around her, and then she felt his hand on her thigh, just below the hem of her skirt. It slid up her leg, like it had two nights ago in her room, and once again, a single digit gently caressed her, through her panties. She moaned and pushed her pelvis back into his hand.

He groaned again, and grabbed her spinning her around, and crushing his lips against hers. This time he didn’t need to coax her mouth open, she kissed him back just a willingly. He broke the contact between them momentarily and waved his wand towards the door, whispering silencing and locking charms. He lifted her and pushed her up against the shelves, and she wrapped her legs around his waist. He claimed her mouth again, and pushed his groin into her mound, showing her how ready he was to ravage her again. She moaned into his mouth, and pulled at his shirt, desperate to have contact with his skin. When it came loose she slid her hands up his back, digging in her nails.

He reached between their bodies and ripped at the fabric hiding her from him, and when it gave, he pushed two fingers into her. She threw her head back and cried out, grinding her hips against him, wanting more. He latched onto her neck, nibbling and sucking as he fucked her with his hand. His thumb caressed her nub, and her body tensed, he felt the muscles around his hand begin to spasm, and marveled at how easy it was to bring her off. She cried out again, her whole body shaking. He removed his hand from her warmth, and released his member, erect and seeping in readiness for her.

Without ceremony, he pushed himself into her, grunting as he did so. He could still feel her contracting against him as he began to pound her. The shelf they were leaning against was shaking, and with every thrust, jars rattled together. Their mouth met once again, and they kissed with passionate urgency, biting and sucking at each others mouth. His hands were digging into her hips again, and he pushed himself harder and harder into her. He felt the tension building, and somewhere in his lust clouded mind, wondered why he had no control of himself when he was with her.

His growl started in the back of his throat, and the sound of it sent her tumbling over the edge of sanity, she threw her head back calling out his name. He grunted as he emptied himself inside her, still jerkingly thrusting as he did so. His knees buckled and he fell backwards taking her with him. They lay shuddering in each other’s arm for a few moments, before reality set back in, and she jumped up, looking horrified at her actions.

“Oh God,” she cried, taking in the mess, “Help me clean this up” she said kicking him in the leg.

He sighed, and dragged himself up.

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She couldn’t sleep. Her mind was reeling with the events of the last few days. She rolled over again, and kicked off her covers. What was wrong with her? What was wrong with him? He was the one that called her that filthy name all these years, saying he wouldn’t lower himself to associate with someone of her birthright, and now he seemed to fuck her every chance he got.

Why couldn’t see seem to fight him off? Was she lonely? Hogwarts was different without Ron and Harry, but could she really sink that low? Even now, she was randy as hell just thinking about him, knowing that he was so close. She shook her head, trying to rid herself of the thought that if she called out to him, he’d probably come to her. She stood up and crossed to the bathroom, maybe she just needed a cold shower or something. As she opened the door to step inside, the opposite door opened, and her brown eyes met his silver ones.

“Granger” he growled. God, she looked good enough to eat, wearing tiny little shorts and a tight tank. He had already been hard, having been unable to stop thinking about the Head Girl, which was why he’d been heading towards the bathroom to douse himself in extremely cold water but seeing her looking back at him with lust in her eyes, made him even harder, to the point where it hurt. He winced.

Her eyes hungrily devoured his half naked state, bare chest and a pair of boxers, tented out by his erection. Involuntarily, she licked her lips. His eyes darted to her mouth, and he groaned. Their eyes met and again they flew together, almost knocking each other over in their haste to touch one another. Their lips met, greedily, hungrily. He lifted her by her ass, and pushed her against a sink. Her legs wrapped around his waist again, and like earlier in the potions storeroom he pushed himself into her, eliciting a groan from the back of her throat. Their hands grabbed at each other frantically. He lifted her, and started towards his room. She pressed fevered kisses into his neck and over his ear, dipping her tongue into it, causing the ache in his groin to increase.

When he reached his bed, he dropped her onto it, and stood for a moment taking in the glorious sight of her, flushed with desire, a thin layer of sweat making her seem to shine. He moved to cover her body with his, placing one knee between her legs, kissing his way up her legs, over her shorts and across her abdomen. His hands moved up, and he slid the fabric over her hips and down her legs, and flinging them over his shoulder when they were removed. Her white knickers followed suit, and she pressed her thighs together trying to ease the ache deep within her.

Once again, he kissed up her legs, this time easing her thighs apart, and exposing her womanhood to him. She was squirming in anticipation, remembering what his fingers had done to her hours before. He blew softly on the swollen flesh, and she trembled, moaning softly. Gently he used his fingers to separate her folds, and torturously slowly ran his tongue up the entire length of her. She groaned as she arched her back, trying desperately to get more contact from him. He continued his slow licks, all the time going near but not touching the sensitive bud that she so desperately wanted him to touch. Her frustration with him reached crescendo, and she grabbed his hair, and yanked his head away from her, pulling his head upwards. When he was suitably off balanced, she pushed her weight against him, and reversed their positions. He wasn’t expecting the sudden movement, so he was surprised when all of a sudden, she was straddling him. She moved like a cat, quick and sleek, until her dripping pussy was over his face, and as he darted his tongue up to taste her again, he felt his boxers being yanked down.

She hungrily took his whole length in her mouth, moaning as his tongue darted inside her passage. They found a rhythm, sucking and licking, his hands massaging her hips and buttocks, her hands squeezing his thigh and stroking his member as she ran her tongue around the tip of his cock, each determined to make the other come first. He pushed two fingers inside her again, and felt his control leaving him as she groaned, making his whole cock vibrate in her mouth. He began thrusting his fingers in and out of her and he sucked her clit into his mouth, flicking his tongue over the small button. She started bobbing her head up and down, sucking as hard as she could, one hand squeezing gently on his sacks, her pinky gently stoking the skin between them and his ass.

He came violently, bucking his hips up, and as soon as she tasted him in her mouth she allowed her own orgasm to take her over. He lapped at her opening, taking all she had to give, even as she sucked all the cum out of him.

They collapsed in a tangle of limbs.