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Harry Potter › Het - Male/Female › Draco/Hermione
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
3
Views:
4,062
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5
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Currently Reading:
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Chapter Three
Chapter Three!
Hermione rolled her hips in a deliciously wicked way on top of Draco’s cock. This was the third time they had made love that evening, and Draco couldn’t understand how she could just keep going. One minute she hated him, and the next they were having non stop sex. Hermione pulled Draco’s train of thought off the tracks when she not-so-gently pushed Draco further down onto the bed, and began riding him like her life depended on it. Every twist and every tiny little movement she made had Draco moaning in agony. Gods, how he just wanted to flip her over and take control. This was pure torture, and he suspected Hermione knew it.
But before Draco could act on his thoughts, Hermione made a few more movements, and he was gone. Draco watched Hermione throw her head back as they came together. Hermione fell to his side and smiled up at him. Draco reached out to stroke her face, but there was nothing there.
Quickly sitting up in bed, Draco realized that he had just experienced the most vivid and realistic dream he had ever had. Beads of sweat fell from his forehead while he frantically looked around the room for any sign that the dream had been real. Seeing only darkness, Draco pounded the empty side of his bed with his fists. He was never going to get back to sleep.
Hermione woke up to a loud noise coming from Draco’s room. She was drenched head to toe. She couldn’t believe how quickly she had fallen asleep earlier, or how quickly she had started dreaming of him. How could her mind betray her like this? Or was it her heart? What was she thinking? She didn’t like Draco. This had been a fantasy, nothing more. Everyone knew Draco was good with the ladies, and she had always wanted to know what being with a man was like, so it only made sense that she would dream of Draco. Right?
There goes Hermione, rationalizing everything again. And poor Draco. Sorry this chappie was so short.
So… Just found this chapter on my hard drive after a year sabbatical…. Maybe it’s time to keep updating, eh?
Hermione rolled her hips in a deliciously wicked way on top of Draco’s cock. This was the third time they had made love that evening, and Draco couldn’t understand how she could just keep going. One minute she hated him, and the next they were having non stop sex. Hermione pulled Draco’s train of thought off the tracks when she not-so-gently pushed Draco further down onto the bed, and began riding him like her life depended on it. Every twist and every tiny little movement she made had Draco moaning in agony. Gods, how he just wanted to flip her over and take control. This was pure torture, and he suspected Hermione knew it.
But before Draco could act on his thoughts, Hermione made a few more movements, and he was gone. Draco watched Hermione throw her head back as they came together. Hermione fell to his side and smiled up at him. Draco reached out to stroke her face, but there was nothing there.
Quickly sitting up in bed, Draco realized that he had just experienced the most vivid and realistic dream he had ever had. Beads of sweat fell from his forehead while he frantically looked around the room for any sign that the dream had been real. Seeing only darkness, Draco pounded the empty side of his bed with his fists. He was never going to get back to sleep.
Hermione woke up to a loud noise coming from Draco’s room. She was drenched head to toe. She couldn’t believe how quickly she had fallen asleep earlier, or how quickly she had started dreaming of him. How could her mind betray her like this? Or was it her heart? What was she thinking? She didn’t like Draco. This had been a fantasy, nothing more. Everyone knew Draco was good with the ladies, and she had always wanted to know what being with a man was like, so it only made sense that she would dream of Draco. Right?
There goes Hermione, rationalizing everything again. And poor Draco. Sorry this chappie was so short.
So… Just found this chapter on my hard drive after a year sabbatical…. Maybe it’s time to keep updating, eh?