In The Restricted Section

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Chapter Three – Confessions

She turned to him with such a dazzling smile as the door closed behind her, he couldn’t help but seize her mouth again, her soft lips and searching tongue made his heart race. He was rock hard, painfully hard, he could feel the pulse of it with each thundering heartbeat. He pushed her back against the door, making it rattle, and her hands pressed up against his chest.

“Wait!” She gasped, and he pulled back instantly. He felt shame curl inside him. Had he misunderstood her?

She turned round quickly and drew her wand, tracing a line of blue around the edges of the door, casting a silencing spell as she locked it. Then she threw her wand down on the desk next to them and reached up, circling him with her arms as she pulled his head down, and then she was kissing him again. She pulled at his shirt, he felt her nails scratching at him through the thin cotton, and his groans caught in his tight throat. He hadn’t misunderstood. She wanted him. Christ, she wanted him! She was drinking him like water, tasting him with every kiss as she pushed against him, and he could hardly believe it was real. He hadn’t dared imagine that it would turn out like this.

She moaned loudly, the sound of it surprised him after their forced silence in the Restricted Section, he shivered and his skin broke out in goosebumps in response to her evident desire. She thrust her tongue into his mouth, brushing against the inside of his cheek, and he couldn’t help but let out his own rumbling groan of arousal. If anything it only made her kiss him harder.

He pushed her against the door again, and this time she sighed her approval, rather than pushing back to make him stop. She dragged her hands down to his buttocks and pulled him nearer instead, thrusting her hips up to meet his, rubbing her body up against him in the most enthralling and erotic way. He thrust against her in return, the movement of his hard cock against her gyrating hip sent thrills of sensation through him, even through the fabric of his clothes. He felt her hands at his neck and was dimly aware that she was unbuttoning his shirt again. Like a mirror he copied her movements, his fingers awkwardly picking at the line of buttons on her blouse as they continued to kiss passionately, their mouths fused together.

Her hands were cool against the burning heat of his torso, fluttering shivers of pleasure raced across his skin wherever she touched him, her fingers gentle but determined. The feel of her! It was ethereal, unreal. He could scarcely believe how much he ached with want for her. She had been so hot for him, so wet to his touch, just the thought of sliding deeply into her was enough to send him over the edge. He had almost lost control earlier, when she had grabbed his aching hard-on and stroked him, before she came in the library with shaking abandon. The memory of it made him moan into her mouth. He had had to drag her hand away, too afraid as he had been that he would’ve come along with her if she had still been clutching him tightly, when she shuddered silently against his hand. She had looked stunning. He fully intended to make her look that way again. He brought his hands up to her face, stroking her cheeks with his thumbs as he kissed her slowly and gently for a moment or two, then he pulled back ever so slightly to look down at her. She stared up at him, wanton desire glowing in big, amber eyes.

He kissed her quickly once, and then again, and then he lingered, kissing her with an insistence which increased with every second that passed. He recalled he had unbuttoned her shirt and he reached his hands inside, the feel of her soft, hot skin against his palms notching his heart-rate up a mark or two. But his eyes were closed now, he revelled in the taste of her, the feel of her soft lips and smooth back. All he could seem to do was kiss her, and he absolutely never wanted to ever stop. He could stay here like this, right now, forever – kissing a student in an office that didn’t even belong to him. But damn, he just couldn’t help himself. She was the strongest of drugs he had ever encountered.

“Hermione,” he whispered.

“Oh, God, Severus!” She whispered back against his lips. “Please…” She started, but she didn’t finished her request. She kissed him hard, and they shuffled along together, moving towards the centre of the small office.

There wasn’t much in there at all, aside from the worn desk and the chair, just a small fireplace with a mantlepiece above and several rows of crowded bookshelves. She pushed him back against the desk, he could feel the hard line of wood pressing into the back of his thighs, and then she was kissing his neck. Her tongue darted out and licked his ear, making him moan, and suddenly she was sucking, licking, biting her way down to his throat. She lingered a while on his adam’s apple, she slipped her tongue into the nook at the top of his chest, she ran her hands through the darkness of his chest hair as she flicked her tongue across a nipple.

“Ah,” he said, gasping at the feeling. She did it again and he wound his fingers into her hair, pulling her mouth nearer so that he could kiss her again.

He was drowning in her, the seconds stretching on and on as he began to feel like he no longer needed air to live, if only he could breathe her in instead. Her fingers dragged across his skin and his scars, and he floated on the waves of her caresses, her lips pressed against his the only anchor he had keeping him tied down to the real world. Blood surged in his veins, pounded at his temples, roared in his ears. He was losing himself in her and he didn’t try to put a stop to it. He didn’t even think about trying to put a stop to it.

He heard the clinking of his belt being undone, he was aware of her hands having left his body, and she was pulling at the button on his trousers even as he thought about it.

“No,” he breathed, stilling her hands with his own.

“What do you mean?” She asked between kisses, her eyes still tightly closed, barely even listening to him.

“I – “ he hesitated, trying to think of the right words through the fog of heavy desire in his mind, her hands started moving suggestively over his stomach and chest. “I don’t know what to do,” he said quickly.

Her eyes opened wide and stared at him in surprise. “You’ve never… “ she began to say, her hands waving in a vague gesture between them. He shook his head impatiently, understanding her misinterpretation.

“With you,” he added, dipping his head forward so that the tips of their noses gently bumped together. “I don’t know what to do with you, here. Now.” He stared into her hot gaze for a second or two. “I know what I should do,” he muttered.

She stroked him again through the rough fabric of his trousers, making his body jerk in surprise and response to her touch, his own moans clouding his mind even more.

“Thoroughly enjoy yourself?” She asked seductively, and he felt the corners of his mouth twist up into a smirk for just a moment. Then he shook his head again, quickly and violently.

“No!” He repeated himself. “No,” he clasped her hands in his own and held them away from him, leaning back to put distance between them. “Hermione – I never should have – I didn’t mean – “ He sighed in frustration. “I’m a teacher. Your teacher, and you’re Head Girl, for fuck’s sake!” He spoke more harshly than he meant to, reminding the both of them of the fact.

She stepped away from him, the hurt evident in her large eyes as she stared up into his, clutching her shirt closed at her chest.

“You – you don’t want me?” She asked him, her voice quiet and mousey, and she licked her lips nervously. He could see the self-doubt forming on her face even as he watched.

“I do want you,” he said quickly, affirmingly. He didn’t want her to ever doubt herself again. This whole thing had begun because he didn’t want her to ever doubt herself again.

“You could never know how much I want you right now,” he added, and his voice was deep with desire once more. His hands ached to touch her. As she herself had done in the library, he leant a little towards her, and then a little back. “It’s against the rules,” he spat out, bitterly.

She took one step nearer. “You’ve not seduced a student down to your dungeons before?” She asked him, one of her eyebrows raised in a mocking way, and he hoped it was a joking gesture. Though he didn’t feel like laughing.

“Never,” he growled out. “I’ve never even had the slightest inclination to.”

She took another step nearer, until she was nearly pressed up against him again. “Until now?” Her voice was deep and quiet, hardly louder than a whisper.

“Until now,” he confessed.

She didn’t say another word, but pushed against him until he was leaning back against the desk, his feet spread apart as she leant between them to kiss him. He could not have protested any more even if he had wanted to, she stopped his mouth very effectively, and he was more than happy to let her. He didn’t give a damn about the possible repercussions now, when she was stripping the shirt from his back, and trailing hot kisses down his chest to his stomach. She obviously didn’t care either, and if she was going to give this to him, then he was damn well going to take it. His head fell backwards when she finished undoing his trousers, and he closed his eyes and thought about nothing but the feeling of her hands as she released his aching erection, and began to stroke it slowly.

He moaned deeply, the sound reverberating around in his chest, and she squeezed a little harder and moved a little faster. He panted a few times and then held his breath, it wouldn’t take much more of this to make him come. After just a second longer, however, she let him go.

His eyes flickered open and he tipped his head forward so he could look down at her, kneeling as she was now between his legs, and he was just in time to watch her grab him with her slender hand and guide him into her hot, damp mouth.

“Fuck, Hermione!” He gasped out, and she held his gaze as she sucked, and slowly took more of him into her mouth. His breathing was nothing but erratic panting. She sped up.

Jesus Christ.

He stared open-mouthed as she sucked him, her moans vibrating through the length of him, one of her slim hands grasped firmly round the base of his penis, stroking what she couldn’t lick. Her hair bounced around her face, her other hand grabbed almost painfully at his leg, but she looked as if she were very much enjoying herself. He felt the surge of an oncoming orgasm.

He reached out and grabbed her head, trying to be as gentle as he could as he pulled her off him frantically, and he let his head fall back as he took several deep breaths to make the stars in his vision begin to fade a little.

“Why did you stop me?” He heard her speak. “Wasn’t it good?”

He didn’t want it to end this way. He didn’t want her to think of him as an old man devoid of stamina or staying power. If he came now he’d be finished.

“Too good,” he gasped. “I nearly…” he opened his eyes and looked down at her. “I almost…” he could barely speak.

“That was the idea,” she murmured, and before he could protest she had her mouth round him again.

He moaned her name as she sucked his hard length hotly, her lips sliding over him sending pounding waves of feeling to his brain, taking him nearer and nearer to completion. The feeling was so intense he was tempted to close his eyes and lose himself in the consuming sensation of her mouth, but there was something about the way she looked as she bobbed up and down with his hands still fisted in her hair, it was so damn erotic that he simply couldn’t look away. She was still so young, so enticing, and so very, very good at what she was doing.

“Hermione,” he groaned, and he came hard.

Very hard. He felt himself shuddering several spurts of hot semen, his hips jerking with each release, and she didn’t pull away until he had finished. She sucked every last drop out of him, and swallowed deeply three times, before she finally let him go and looked up to meet his eyes.

He felt his heart swell with painful and unfamiliar feelings. He had never thought her beautiful before, but glorious radiance shone from her now as she looked up at him with a curiously endearing expression, a mixture of smugness and amusement. And as ever, he could see, deep down inside her was the desperate desire for praise. His hands gripped at the desktop either side of him, and he panted for breath, trying to speak. He couldn’t say anything though, he couldn’t even stay on his feet. He sunk down onto his knees in front of her.

“That…” he paused, but it made no difference. He still couldn’t talk. He leant forward and kissed her instead.

“I never dreamt I could render you speechless,” she told him, an amazing smile breaking out across her face.

He smiled back at her, still heaving for air. “Easily,” he managed. He felt old. He shook his head in disbelief. “That was – incredible. I’m – ” he gasped again. “I’m sorry.”

“Why are you sorry?” She asked, her eyebrows raised in surprise.

“I – I didn’t mean to – “ He rolled his eyes at his breathlessness.

She put her hand up and pressed her thin fingers against his lips. “I wanted you to,” she said, and she kissed him deeply.

“There’s a problem,” she added a bit later.

“Mmm?” He mumbled, hypnotised by her lips again.

She pulled away a little and stared at him with warm brown eyes that simmered with lust. “I want more,” she whispered.

Severus felt both weary apprehension and searing anticipation at the same time. It had been years since he had been able to go twice in quick succession, but even as this thought occurred to him he felt his cock twitching back to life, a motion increased further when he once again briefly imagined spreading her long legs and sliding deeply into her. His heart, which had only just started to slow, began thudding once more.

She shuffled forward on her knees and straddled him, her jeans rough against his naked and sensitive skin but not painful, and she pressed her body flush against his as she slid her tongue deep into his mouth. Shivers ran down his spine, the hairs on his arms stood on end, his scalp tingled as she dragged her fingertips through his hair.

“I want more of you, Severus,” she muttered, kissing his lips, his cheek, his nose. His lips again.

He steadied her with one arm while he worked her shirt off with the other, bearing her naked skin to the warm glow of the fire and a few dying lamps, and revealing all of her black lace and mint satin bra. He felt himself growing harder still at the sight of her, he was still having a hard time believing that this wasn’t all some sort of sordid dream, she was absolutely stunning, obvious experienced, and she was gradually becoming more and more naked in his arms. Her skin was so soft and smooth, like velvet, and the curve of her waist just made for him to run his hands along.

“I want you so badly, Hermione,” he murmured against the soft skin of her shoulder. “I need you,” he nuzzled the warm flesh of her breast above the dark line of her underwear. “All of you.”

He kissed slowly along the edge of her bra toward the valley between her breasts, and he lingered there a moment or two, taking in deep breaths of her sweet scent. Then he ran the tip of his finger along the dark hem, then just inside it, then he pulled the cup down so that one of her nipples was bared for him. She stroked his shoulders and planted kisses on his temple and forehead as he dragged his palm across her breast, savouring the feel of if, the softness of her flesh compared to her hard nipple. He flicked his finger across the peak, and then pinched it gently, and she moaned softly as she ground her hips against him.

He leant forward kissed the hardened nipple softly, like a sigh, before sucking it into his mouth. The effect was instantaneous, her hands were in his hair again, pulling his mouth against her chest as he licked and nuzzled her. His hand caressed her other breast, at first through the barrier of her bra until he freed it as well, alternating between both with his mouth and teeth and hands. They were so perfect. Absolutely perfect. More than enough to give him a good handful but still firm and pert, responsive to even the smallest of his touches. She moaned his name and he kissed his way up her neck to her mouth, gasping her name in return against her lips.

“You are so beautiful,” he murmured. “Perfect. I can’t believe it.”

“You’re amazing,” she sighed in return. “Your hands – they’re amazing.”

The compliment surged along his veins, he remembered the way she had shuddered against his hand in silent desperation in the library, and he wanted to make her shudder again and again. He had a sudden thought and cursed under his breath, wishing for the first but not the last time that they could have been in his bedroom, rather than Pince’s office.

“Do you have any Protection Potion with you?” He asked desperately, but he knew even as he asked that the chances were slim. He wasn’t looking forward to a trek down to the dungeon to get some for her.

“I don’t,” she said quickly, “but I don’t need it.” She kissed him again and then elaborated. “Muggle contraception.”

He gave silent thanks for the wonders of muggle medicine as she lifted his hand to her breast again, and a rocketing wave of lust swept through him as she kissed him, her groans making him moan in reply. He had to have her. Soon. He grabbed her hips and guided her back gently so that he could undo her jeans for the second time, and strip them slowly from her body. She sat back, lifting her legs so he could free them, and then she was lying on the worn carpet in front of the fire wearing nothing but silk panties to match the bra still gathered below her perfect breasts. He kicked off his shoes and socks, and the trousers and underwear gathered round his ankles, and knelt a while to take the time to simply look at her.

If anyone had told him even a week ago that she would be lying here for him, panting with anticipation, he would have laughed heartily into a glass of Ogden’s at the suggestion. He had wanted to comfort her on some level, reassure her slightly, but he hadn’t actually been bent on seduction when he had followed her into the Restricted Section – if only due to the likelihood of certain failure. But no – she was here, she wanted him. He still couldn’t quite believe it. Who’d have thought she’d be so compelling, so absolutely shameless in the best possible way, that her sensible muggle clothes hid such scandalously flimsy wisps of lingerie beneath them? The Head Girl was evidently full of dangerous surprises, and God alone knew what would happen later, afterwards. But looking down at her young luscious body, the kind of gift he’d hardly dreamt he’d ever receive again, he didn’t give a damn about later.

Like a pouncing panther he leapt at her, his lingering doubts washed away in a wave of want, her skin was hot against his and he covered her with his body as his hands gently tugged at her enticingly revealing under-garments. She reached up for him and he seized the opportunity to put his arms around her and release the clasp of her bra, stripping it from her, the black satin straps dragging along the smooth creamy skin of her arms. Her knickers followed quickly afterwards.

“Severus,” she breathed his name again, and every time he heard the sibilant sound fall from her lips chills ran along his spine.

He leant forward, capturing her soft mouth with his, stroking her face and hair with one hand while the other pressed against the floor to stop himself crushing her completely. Her naked body moved against his, he could feel the heat and softness of her skin brushing every inch of his front, and he shifted his leg to get nearer to her.

A sharp stabbing pain zinged through his leg from his knee, the worn rug did little to protect his aching joints from the hard wooden floorboards beneath. Feeling suddenly like an old man, and letting out a gruff grunt of exertion to match the feeling, he reluctantly pulled himself away from her and stood up quickly. He felt the heat of her gaze raking over his back as he turned away from her, and a small part of him hoped she didn’t find his scars too hideous. He was quick in retrieving his robes from the hook where they had hung for the evening. He muttered a spell to make them swell into something more like a thick and inviting blanket and spread it out behind her as he joined her once more on the floor.

“How considerate,” she murmured, sitting up so that he could reach round her to lay out the warm material. “I thought you were off for a moment, then,” she said. Something about her voice sounded just a little mocking, and it made him snap his head up to look her in the eye. Her face was impassive but there was a sparkle in her eyes, and he knew she was laughing at him. “You don’t need to do this for me,” she added warmly, reaching a hand up to stroke his face.

He felt wicked amusement at the situation rushing through him, and he pounced on her again, settling between her legs as he pinned her body back against the makeshift blanket. He kissed her roughly and she kissed him back with matching fervour, her hips and torso writhing beneath him. He kissed her neck and nuzzled her ear.

“As delighted as I am to discover that you’re the type of woman who enjoys a good rutting on the carpet,” he whispered hotly, grinning at her aroused moans and attempts to pull him into her in response. “I’m afraid my knees couldn’t quite take such a punishment anymore. Sadly,” he finished wryly. She laughed, a breathy sound of amusement deep in her throat.

“You poor old man,” she said, and the words scraped along his nerves as dangerously as her nails scraped along his back. “We must save your old knees.”

The use of the word ‘old’ in her sentence, not once but twice, did not escape his attention despite the fact that he had probably initiated the path of conversation himself. He felt his grin slip into something of a scowl, and during his momentary lapse into self-pity her hands came up to his chest, and she pushed him off her and onto his back in swift and impressive movement that knocked the breath out of him. He lay stretched out and stunned for a fraction of a second, the thick rug warm beneath him, and then she was leaning down over him, her long legs straddled either side of his thin hips.

She bent down and kissed him lingeringly, once, and then she spread her hands out across his chest and slid down onto his hard and aching penis. He barely heard his own ragged groan as she did so, the feeling of her was absolutely overpowering, his eyes rolled back into his head as he sunk deeper into her tight wetness.

She paused for a moment and then pulled back, sliding slowly up and then back down, pushing along him until he was in her to the hilt. He grabbed her hips and titled his own, adjusting the angle and pushing himself deeper still, and her body twisted with a sharp intake of breath. Then she was moving constantly, erotically, her hips swaying with the control and precision of a true master. Faded lines of light and shadow drifted across her smooth, gleaming skin as her body rocked and heaved in time with her tilting hips and ragged breathing, his knuckles were turning white as he clung to her for her dear life.

She was hot and very wet for him, he could hear the slick sounds of their pairing echoing in the quiet office, and she was so tight – so damn tight – every sliding thrust was a crashing wave of pleasure. She moaned his name again and again, and rode him with abandon, sometimes bearing down on him deeply, sometimes teasing him with shallow thrusts that made him groan with pleasure. Her breasts bounced and jiggled about and he had the perfect view of them, and of her face above them, contorted with ecstasy. He moaned loudly and craned his neck, staring down across the flat plane of his own chest to where he could see their joining, his cock glistening in the firelight as he thrust it up into her. He panted, suddenly needing air, and his head fell back as his eyes rolled again at the surging, endless pleasure.

He opened his eyes and looked up at her, and she swayed her hips a few more times, her chin tilted up and eyes screwed closed as she focused on her task. Then her eyes flicked open and she glanced down, holding his gaze once they met, and she leant forward. She moved her hands from his chest, allowing him to take several deep gulps of air, she put her palms flat either side of his head and bent to kiss him hungrily.

His tongue tangled with hers as he groaned his approval, her hot mouth was even more enticing when coupled with the feeling of her tight, wet pussy. He bent his knees, shifting his position as she had just done, and the change was just enough to allow him a little more control. He began to thrust faster, harder, timing his movements to match hers as she slid down onto him and up off again. He moaned her name, and tilted his hips just a little more, and then he felt the painful and arousing pull of her hand in his hair.

“Yes!” She cried, her voice sounding desperate. “There!”

He growled loudly, thrusting harder while trying to keep the right angle, and then adrenaline surged through him as he felt it too – the sweet part in her that he couldn’t help but want to hit again and again. Her body began to tense and shudder, he could feel it beneath his hands and in the way her inner muscles squeezed tightly round him, but he could also tell that she wasn’t quite near enough. Not yet. She had her eyes tightly closed and her forehead was drawn into a frown of intense concentration. He turned his head and kissed her wrist and arm, just inches away from his lips, and then he looked back up into her face.

“Relax,” he murmured, his hands gently gripping her hips again to still them as he thrust up into her by himself. She groaned deeply, the sound was pure sensuality, and her head fell back as she gave herself over to his administrations. His vision was beginning to blur again, even though he had come harder than he could remember only a few minutes ago, he was getting dangerously close once again. He could feel his balls tightening.

She was holding her breath, her skin covered with a sheen of fine sweat, one hand still grasping a handful of his hair in desperation. He moaned.

“Come for me again,” he gasped out, needing her to finish as quickly as possible.

It lasted only a fraction of second but he still felt her body freeze, her eyes flicked open for just long enough to glance swiftly down at him, then she threw her head back and moaned a little more loudly. His intellect was instantly intrigued. A habitual faker? She surely couldn’t be – not with hips that moved like hers did. But he had paid attention to enough women to know what her game was as soon as she started playing it.

“Oh no, you don’t,” he growled, pulling her off his twitching erection and flipping her onto her back with as much ease as she had flipped him. The cool shock of air against his slick skin and the momentary absence from her hot core was enough to delay his own completion just long enough to let him to see to hers. “You’ll not fake with me,” he added with a warning tone in his voice, one hand sliding down her smooth leg from her hip to her ankle.

“I wasn’t…” she began to protest, but he moved before she could finish, pinning one of her legs up against his chest and shoulder as he thrust deeply into her. Returning to her felt even better than the very first thrust. He stroked in and out of her deeply a few times to test the angle, grunting and moaning at the hot, slick sensation, and then he found the spot that made her quiver again. She strained up against him and moaned his name.

“Severus!” she breathed. “Harder, Severus.”

He groaned in return, his heartbeat and her request roaring in his ears, and he pounded into her with such speed that he almost lost himself in sweet, hot ecstasy. She groaned, she moaned, she scratched her nails painfully along his back. But she still wasn’t shuddering for him.

“God damn it!” He called out, the searing pleasure burning him, stars in his vision dazzling as her body twitched beneath him. He stared down into her face in wonder, taking in her parted lips and eyes screwed tightly shut, stunned by her desperate expression as they teetered on the same edge together.

“Come for me,” he repeated desperately, and her eyes flew open and stared up into his. Darkness clouded his vision, he didn’t know whether he was going blind or passing out, and he heard himself whimpering with the effort of holding back. He slammed into her hard and deep, and then rocked his hips with shallow, fast thrusts. “Fucking come for me,” he begged.

Then she did, her entire body convulsing and shuddering underneath him, and she moaned out a long and ragged sound that might have been his name. He watched her teeth grit against the pleasure that lined her face like pain, then one last thrust and he gave into his own, calling out her name loudly as he did so. His previous orgasm paled in comparison to this one, every muscle tensed and pulsed with absolute ecstasy as he poured countless streams of hot fluid into her tight, quivering body.

He collapsed down on top of her, every ounce of energy sapped from his aching limbs, and he lay shaking for a few minutes with his nose breathing in the sweet scent of her twisting hair.

“Thank you,” he breathed into her ear, eventually.

She took a second longer to catch her breath, her chest and beautiful breasts rising and falling next to him, then she sighed contentedly and turned and snuggled in next to him. Her leg snaked over his hip as her hand dragged the edge of the blanket over to cover them both.

“Thank you, too,” she murmured. He brought up his hand and threaded it into her hair as he looked into her amber eyes. He could spend an awful lot of time looking into her amber eyes, he decided. Then he saw a blush spread out across her cheeks.

“What is it?” He asked. He couldn’t help but ask.

“I’ve never had that happen before,” she said, and when he raised his eyebrow in curiosity she hid her face against his chest for a moment and let out a girlish squeal. He felt the corner of his mouth twist in amusement. She took another deep breath and lifted her head again, looking at him evenly, her hand gesturing vaguely between them for the second time that night. “I’ve never…”

“Orgasmed?” He guessed, his tone wry as he drawled the word, amused that she could become so undone by a single phrase when she had let him pleasure her in numerous ways that evening without the merest hint of embarrassment.

She nodded quickly, her teeth biting into her soft lower lip in her unease.

“Never?’ He asked, the surprise in his voice, his eyebrows shooting up.

“Only – by myself,” she confessed in a rush, and then buried her crimson face in his chest again. She nuzzled her way up his neck, tickling him with her nose, refusing to look at him. Her lips were hot as they kissed his sweaty skin. “Never with a man,” she breathed against his neck.

Masculine pride tingled along his nerves and surged in his blood, he could have easily gone another two rounds right there and then, he knew it as certainly as he had known she was trying to fake for him. But he was also aware of the time passing, it was getting later, and it hadn’t been early to begin with.

“It’s getting late,” Hermione mumbled against his throat, seemingly reading his mind. “I hope Madam Pince isn’t banging bare-fisted on the other side of the door,” she added with a quick burst of laughter.

He chuckled at the thought. “I should think we’ll be safe if we hurry,” he told her.

The realisation that they really had to leave came over him suddenly, the cold reality of his suggestion, he would have to disentangle himself from her beautiful body and – what? Just let her leave? The situation required something more, surely. Some little conversation at the very least.

“I’d like to walk you back to your room,” he said.

“That would be nice,” she replied with a smile.

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