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Harry Potter › Het - Male/Female
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
6
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3,674
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5
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Fifth
“Suit yourself,” Nott said. “I am going to go have a good time.”
“You do that,” Draco said, his voice exceptionally bored. “I’ll call you around dinnertime, okay?”
“Sounds good.” Nott straightened his necktie. “How do I look?”
“Like someone put your head through a blender.”
Nott touched the gelled spikes and made a face. “That’s the style.”
“Yeah, if you’re a hedgehog,” Draco said, smirking. “No, you look fine, Nott. I’m sure the ladies will be all over you.” Nott leered suggestively and tucked his cell phone into his pocket.
“Decide where you want to go to dinner,” he said. Draco grunted acknowledgement and rolled over onto his side, tucking his face into the pillow. Nott shrugged and left, closing the door behind him.
Draco waited a few minutes, watching them tick by on the bedside alarm clock. Then he bolted upright. He checked his hair in the mirror. He sniffed at himself. He brushed his teeth and rinsed his mouth with that minty blue stuff. Then he bounded out into the hallway. The clock read 2:04.
He rapped smartly on Granger’s door; she opened it without hesitation and closed it behind him carefully. She turned, her back to the door.
“Malfoy,” she said coolly.
“Granger.”
“I don’t remember a lot about the other night,” she said. Before Draco could speak, she continued. “But what I do remember was incredible.”
“Oh? You brought me here to tell me that?” He smirked.
She smiled saucily. “No, I brought you here to find out if what I remembered was true.”
Her mouth scissored against his hungrily; he wound his fingers in her hair, which she’d left curly. Draco pressed her against the door, his hands moving to her body, exploring her curves. She made a soft noise against his lips and her hand clutched at the back of his head, pulling his mouth closer. They moved back toward the bed, kissing and touching and removing clothes. Draco all but threw her onto her back and crawled over her, growling in the back of his throat like a predator coming in for the kill. Then he paused.
“There’s…um…no way you can get…um…”
Granger laughed and opened a drawer on the dresser; Draco spotted the little foil-wrapped pearl-necklace of pills. She pushed it closed and put her arms around his neck. He tasted her throat eagerly. She smelled like flowers. Draco wriggled out of his undershirt and Granger out of her blue jeans; he fumbled with the catch on her bra as she licked and sucked at his throat.
“God you’re hot,” he moaned, burying his face in her chest and kissing at her stomach almost aimlessly. He rubbed his cheek against her skin like a cat. She dragged him back up into a kiss. “Fucking mudblood,” he gasped, wrenching their lips apart.
“Arrogant prick.”
“Cunt,” Draco snarled.
“Fuck you, Malfoy,” Granger replied.
Draco laughed cruelly, grinding his hips against hers. “Soon enough, Granger,” he promised.
He flipped her onto her stomach and pulled her onto hands and knees. She growled in frustration; he was much stronger. But she only fought half-heartedly. He thrust into her with a grunt. Draco’s hands clenched around her hips with bruising intensity. His motions were wild, and Granger clutched at the sheets. Draco laughed.
Draco came with a snarling moan, his hips spasming against hers. He took a moment to catch his breath, then pushed her onto her back once more. Granger’s hips were still rolling rhythmically against his leg, leaving a wet smear on his skin. Draco rubbed his leg against her clit harshly, listening to her breathless pants. He pushed her leg up toward her chest, stroking the smooth flesh with his rough hands. She was amazed to find that when his cock brushed against her opening it was already hard again. He buried himself to the hilt in her body, causing her to cry out in surprise and pleasure.
Granger looked shocked when she climaxed, clutching at Draco’s back and leaving livid scratches. He moaned deeply as she clenched around him, his head dropping to rest beside her throat. His hips ground up against hers faster, harder, more sporadically, until he once again made that strange snarling noise and spilled his seed inside her. They collapsed, sweating and panting, onto the sheets.
“You do that,” Draco said, his voice exceptionally bored. “I’ll call you around dinnertime, okay?”
“Sounds good.” Nott straightened his necktie. “How do I look?”
“Like someone put your head through a blender.”
Nott touched the gelled spikes and made a face. “That’s the style.”
“Yeah, if you’re a hedgehog,” Draco said, smirking. “No, you look fine, Nott. I’m sure the ladies will be all over you.” Nott leered suggestively and tucked his cell phone into his pocket.
“Decide where you want to go to dinner,” he said. Draco grunted acknowledgement and rolled over onto his side, tucking his face into the pillow. Nott shrugged and left, closing the door behind him.
Draco waited a few minutes, watching them tick by on the bedside alarm clock. Then he bolted upright. He checked his hair in the mirror. He sniffed at himself. He brushed his teeth and rinsed his mouth with that minty blue stuff. Then he bounded out into the hallway. The clock read 2:04.
He rapped smartly on Granger’s door; she opened it without hesitation and closed it behind him carefully. She turned, her back to the door.
“Malfoy,” she said coolly.
“Granger.”
“I don’t remember a lot about the other night,” she said. Before Draco could speak, she continued. “But what I do remember was incredible.”
“Oh? You brought me here to tell me that?” He smirked.
She smiled saucily. “No, I brought you here to find out if what I remembered was true.”
Her mouth scissored against his hungrily; he wound his fingers in her hair, which she’d left curly. Draco pressed her against the door, his hands moving to her body, exploring her curves. She made a soft noise against his lips and her hand clutched at the back of his head, pulling his mouth closer. They moved back toward the bed, kissing and touching and removing clothes. Draco all but threw her onto her back and crawled over her, growling in the back of his throat like a predator coming in for the kill. Then he paused.
“There’s…um…no way you can get…um…”
Granger laughed and opened a drawer on the dresser; Draco spotted the little foil-wrapped pearl-necklace of pills. She pushed it closed and put her arms around his neck. He tasted her throat eagerly. She smelled like flowers. Draco wriggled out of his undershirt and Granger out of her blue jeans; he fumbled with the catch on her bra as she licked and sucked at his throat.
“God you’re hot,” he moaned, burying his face in her chest and kissing at her stomach almost aimlessly. He rubbed his cheek against her skin like a cat. She dragged him back up into a kiss. “Fucking mudblood,” he gasped, wrenching their lips apart.
“Arrogant prick.”
“Cunt,” Draco snarled.
“Fuck you, Malfoy,” Granger replied.
Draco laughed cruelly, grinding his hips against hers. “Soon enough, Granger,” he promised.
He flipped her onto her stomach and pulled her onto hands and knees. She growled in frustration; he was much stronger. But she only fought half-heartedly. He thrust into her with a grunt. Draco’s hands clenched around her hips with bruising intensity. His motions were wild, and Granger clutched at the sheets. Draco laughed.
Draco came with a snarling moan, his hips spasming against hers. He took a moment to catch his breath, then pushed her onto her back once more. Granger’s hips were still rolling rhythmically against his leg, leaving a wet smear on his skin. Draco rubbed his leg against her clit harshly, listening to her breathless pants. He pushed her leg up toward her chest, stroking the smooth flesh with his rough hands. She was amazed to find that when his cock brushed against her opening it was already hard again. He buried himself to the hilt in her body, causing her to cry out in surprise and pleasure.
Granger looked shocked when she climaxed, clutching at Draco’s back and leaving livid scratches. He moaned deeply as she clenched around him, his head dropping to rest beside her throat. His hips ground up against hers faster, harder, more sporadically, until he once again made that strange snarling noise and spilled his seed inside her. They collapsed, sweating and panting, onto the sheets.