Get Too Close

His lips could feel the pulse in her neck trembling and the speed increased with every additional kiss and suckle on her skin.

“You’re not doing anything,” he said into her neck. “Until you admit that you fancy me.”

At this point she was too far gone and she didn’t care what she had to do or say. She just wanted to turn around to feel his hot lips on hers, his tongue searching her mouth instead of the tickles on her neck.

“Yes, yes, yes,” she breathed out quickly leaning her head against his chest to expose more skin on her neck. “I fancy you. I fancy you so fucking bad, Malfoy.”

He stopped what he was doing, gripped onto her shoulders turning her around slowly and looked down at her with water still pouring down over her head. Her face was pink and her cherry red lips were parted. His eyes traveled down her neck cherishing the new love bites he had just given her. Her breasts were so beautiful with their pebbled rose pink nipples. His icy eyes traveled even lower now, past her belly button and setting between her thighs where water was smoothly flowing over her trimmed bush. He noticed her clenching her soft thighs together and he smiled.

“Your legs.”

She had watched him while he was looking at her breasts and then stopping where all her heat was collecting. His eyes were so sexy as they searched her body and they were causing her stomach to knot even more. It got even worse when her eyes moved down his body quickly passing his firm stomach and taking in the dark blonde pubic hair that was above his dick. When her eyes finally landed on the veiny and pale cock pointing towards her she pushed her thighs together. He was uncircumcised and she was staring at the small amount of head peeking out from under the foreskin. She wanted to know what he felt like. She wanted him inside of her. His hand was under her chin now moving her head up gently so he could pierce his grey eyes into hers.

“I said your legs.”

She wasn’t even looking into his eyes anymore, just his lips as her voice got caught in her throat. “W-what?”

“Spread your thighs, Granger,” he said softly.

Hermione spread her legs nervously and felt the wetness that had dripped down to her inner thighs. She felt the water begin to slowly wash it away as her eyes watched Malfoy lick his lips.

“Yes,” he hissed as he stepped forward to close the space between them.

His hands were grasping onto her firm breasts again as he pushed himself onto the softness of her torso. He hugged her and trailed his palms down her back onto her ass and he heard a gasp escape. Her breath was ragged against his chest as his hand reached in between them to seek out her wet folds. Her pussy was so hot and wet for him as his fingers found their destination. He wanted to grab her legs, hold them open and thrust into her feeling her pussy envelop him as Hermione shuddered with every teasing touch on her clit.

She really couldn’t breathe as his fingers found her clit and started rubbing roughly. The white hot fire was burning so intensely she wanted to cry. She was biting her lip and then she could taste the blood but there was no pain. She needed more and her hips were moving of their own accord as she realized she was grinding herself into his giving hand.

He couldn’t stand her moans into his chest anymore, but he was loving the way she was moving wantonly against him creating friction and unknowingly caressing his dick with her stomach. Then he felt her kisses tickling his chest and her thin arms moving to circle around his waist.

“Malfoy,” she said breathing unevenly. “I want to touch you.”

His fingers were still as she finished talking and he removed the arms wrapped around him. He held onto her small hand guiding it down to his cock.

“Go on,” he whispered.

He groaned loudly as her fingertips gently dragged themselves along his length. Her small hand could just barely hold onto him as she started to pump his hardness so painfully slow and his hips bucked forward involuntarily. He saw the small smile forming on her lips showing satisfaction that she knew what she was doing. He didn’t want that. He stepped away swatting her hands off of him. She watched him turn the knob for the shower shutting it off.

“What are you doing?” she asked flustered. “I was just—and you were just—and now you’re just standing there.”

He groaned as her arms were moving expressively getting her tits to bounce around. She was babbling like a fucking idiot.

“God, Granger,” he said exasperatedly. “Do you ever stop talking?”

“I wasn’t talking before you stopped,” she pointed out brushing water away from her face.

“Just get out,” he said opening the door of the shower. He caught her eyes looking at the faint scar on his left arm, the faded Dark Mark that would forever be a memory of once was. “Oh, come off it.”

She nodded as she turned her attention to the open door. That was it? She thought. She could clearly see his boner and she was so confused staring out onto the bathroom floor. His eyes were following her creamy thighs from underneath the blonde hair plastered to his forehead as she stepped out. Her ass was calling his name begging to be bruised and slapped before she turned around to grab the towel and wrap it around herself as she glared. She waited for him to step out as his sinewy arms held onto the door handle.

“Follow me,” he told her smirking at the crushed and confused expression on her face.

He didn’t even bother to use a towel as he led her out of the bathroom and into the cold common room. She wanted to cling onto his back and dig her fingers into his strong shoulders to kiss it all over marking him. Her eyes couldn’t stop themselves as they rested on the white muscled ass moving in front of her. She sighed. His room wasn’t very far from the bathroom but every step felt like an hour had passed. She stood behind him watching the water droplets from the back of his head fall as he muttered several spells before opening the door to his room.

“Ladies first, Mudblood,” he said with his voice feigning courtesy.

She brushed past him and she was hit with his scent immediately. It was a reflex to breathe in deeply and when she did she started to cough as the rose water irritated her nose. She sniffled as her eyes landed on his king sized four poster bed made from dark mahogany. She was astonished by the delicate carvings in the wood, the bodies of snakes wrapping themselves around the columns and along the headboard. The hangings around his bed were obviously the colours of the Slytherin house, as were his silk sheets and pillow cases. Her feet were, surprisingly enough. warming up as she stood on the grey stone floor. He must’ve charmed it, she thought. There was a simple bedside table on each side of the bed. One table had a framed picture of his mother laughing with her head thrown back every couple of seconds. She looked young and sweet as her straight white blonde hair moved with every laugh. On the other table there was a plain blue card that had started to interest Hermione because she wanted to know what was written in it and who it was from. She was so concentrated on her new surroundings that she didn’t hear Malfoy shut the door.

It was like he was the predator and she was the prey as he approached her from behind. She jumped as his hand touched her upper arm.

“You twit,” she hissed loudly. “You don’t just sneak up on people like that.”

“After being a part of the war you’d think the intelligent and brave Hermione Granger wouldn’t jump from the touch of an ex-Deatheater,” he scoffed with a hardened look in his eyes.

“You say that like anything has changed between us. I’m still a Mudblood to you and the rest of your Slytherin ‘mates’.”

He shrugged as he made his way to his bed.

“I didn’t bring you in here to talk about blood,” he said with a hand held out to her.

She reached out to grab it and his hand was squeezing gently as he brought her forward and into his arms.

“As you said last night, this doesn’t change anything, Granger,” he said watching her eyes move from his eyes, to his lips, and back up.

She knew he could feel her hand clamming up as his head dipped down and his lips brushed hers. He caught her waiting lips and she could feel the fire igniting in her body again. She felt like she was melting into him as his hot tongue probed her mouth and she kissed him back fiercely. She was dizzy now with her legs feeling weak and rubbery under her. She didn't feel Malfoy pulling down her towel, but she felt it pool around around her feet and she kicked it away awkwardly.

“On the bed,” he said between kisses guiding her naked body onto his silk sheets.

The cool silk under her back soothed the heat that was burning her up. It didn’t last long because once Malfoy was on top of her with his hardness digging into her skin, she felt like she was being burnt alive except it felt so bloody good. She moaned into his mouth and it set him off. His hands were desperately seeking the soft mounds on her chest as he broke the kiss. Her breath was coming out so raggedly as his hands were on her breasts.

He watched the girl underneath him with her stringy damp hair fanned out and her eyes tightly shut with long lashes resting against her glowing cheeks. He caressed her breasts, rubbing her pink nipples in circles and she shuddered. That was when he knew he needed her nipples in his mouth. He licked them at first and then took one in his mouth as his hand tended to her other breast. Hermione’s breath was blowing into his hair as she whimpered.

“Oh my God,” she breathed out silently as the muscles in her cunt were starting to clench.

He could smell her arousal as he felt her moving her legs apart. Her hands were pressing his face into her chest urging him to keep going. The muscles in her legs were tense as she restrained herself. If her hips bucked up and tried to grind into him she knew he would stop, this was his game. Her hands wanted to reach down to bring some relief to her core but she was too busy holding Malfoy’s wet head, enjoying his lips and tongue on her tits.

Malfoy was aware that she was ready for him. He had spent too much time on her breasts when he didn’t need to and he wasn’t about to forget about his needs, his dick. He felt so hard that it was starting to hurt and he wanted to cum right in the middle of her chest. Now he was just staring at her, moving himself in between her legs so he could place his swollen dick on her pussy. He spread her thighs and bent her knees viewing the moist pink flesh that was exposed. He was going to enjoy this so much.

He teased her by rubbing his dick along her cunt as he coated himself with her wetness. She kept shuddering every time he moved his dick over her engorged clit and she tried to press the head of his dick into her as she drew in a breath. His hand had to hold her hip down because she wouldn’t stop trying to get him to enter her.

“Tell me what you need, Granger,” he whispered watching the head of his dick rubbing her folds.

“You know exactly what I need. Don’t do this to me,” she said struggling underneath his hand.

“You’re only making this difficult for yourself.”

She breathed out. “I need you?”

“Not good enough.”

“I need you to…,” she hesitated trying to lock his eyes with hers. “Fuck me.”

“What?”

“I need you to fuck me,” she said quietly.

His dick pulsed and he complied with her wishes as she cried out beneath him. Malfoy was about to lose himself and any control he had as he thrust into her. Her inner walls were desperately contracting around him. Hermione was so…She was so…

“Fuck,” he growled out trying to keep himself in place. “You’re so fucking tight.”

Hermione looked at him as he pulled out halfway. She was breathing fast and hard as she felt her walls trying to clamp onto him. The knot in her stomach was already intensifying and his cock pushed in even deeper, she quivered. This was what she had wanted since school had started: she wanted all of this, all of him. She watched her own pussy accept his hard thrusts and her wetness was collecting on him, glittering on his pubes and dick. He was hitting the perfect spot over and over again and she couldn’t help moaning each time he did. There was a familiar unwinding in her lower belly as pressure kept on building inside of her.

“Fuck me, fuck me,” she moaned out breathlessly, raising her hips to meet his. “God, yes.”

Malfoy wasn’t listening to her words, just the sounds of her moans as his dick slid in and slid back out. Her pussy was sucking him in, her wet heat surrounding him. He was gripping tightly onto her fleshy legs as her hips kept rising to meet his stroke for stroke. He was staring at the hot pink flesh trying to grip onto him to milk his seed out of his cock. And then he started to feel her pussy clenching hard around him while her body was jerking. She was crying out in ecstasy as he looked down at her. The flush had spread from her face down to her legs and there was a sheen of sweat on her chest as her tits bounced from his thrusts. He was riding out her orgasm and finally let himself go enjoying the heat and grip of her pussy, thrashing into the limp body in front of him, breasts jiggling out of control. He groaned loudly as he thrust in for the last time savouring the wetness and feeling his dick pulse as he spilled out his cum.

Malfoy stayed inside of her, holding onto one of her legs as he tried to quickly catch his breath for several minutes. Hermione’s body was fully flushed and he pulled out grinning when she quietly grunted from the loss of his body heat. He saw his cum slowly seeping out of her and he felt his flaccid cock twitch at the sight. He grabbed his wand off of the bedside table.

“Scourgify,” he whispered.

Usually he would leave his semen in place for the girl to clean up the situation themselves, but Granger was different. No matter how much of Mudblood she was, it didn’t make her a whore even if people thought otherwise. He had a sudden flashback of his disgusting father cackling as he tormented the Muggle women that he kept in the dungeon of Malfoy Manor. The blood spraying. The amount of men taking turns on a woman. The shrieks and the pleas begging to be set free. He could feel his throat tighten and he forcefully pushed the memory out of his mind.

“You better get up,” he told her as he glanced at her still body. “Class started thirty minutes ago.”

Hermione jolted up, her hair was knotted. He could tell she was still feeling the tremors of the orgasm she had just had.

“What?” she exclaimed. “That’s not possible. We had enough ti-”

“Instead of trying to argue with me you should look at the clock.”

He was right. She groaned. Professor Snape was going to be furious, he would skin her alive. She jumped out of his bed with her heart pounding mercilessly in her chest. Her anxiety levels were about to reach an all time high as craziness was clouding her mind.

“I’m going to get the role of Head Girl taken away from me.”

She stopped in the middle of the doorway and turned around to look at him suspiciously. The arsehole wasn’t making a move to get ready. He was laying back in his bed resting his head on his arms like he didn’t have a care in the world.

“Why aren’t you getting ready?”

“I don’t have class right now, Granger,” he said smirking as her brows furrowed and her mouth tightened.

It was so like Malfoy not to give a fuck about her classes. She slammed the door shut behind her feeling the noise of the impact reverberate through her body.

“Nice arse, Mudblood,” he yelled out chuckling.

Hermione was completely narked and he knew it.


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A/N: I really have no words but I hope you enjoy this.
And wow, sorry for all the typos if you happen to catch anymore. I need to double check more often.

xoxo
Dem