Tainted Love

Smut but that\'s what you\'re here for.
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Draco stirred awake to the smell of bacon and what were most definitely sausages, wafting alluringly under his sensitive nose.
As his stomach rumbled, his thoughts were roused upon the night before, Granger had stammered, stuttered, blushed profusely and mumbled something about ‘sleeping with the enemy’ and ‘poor Harry’ before she fled the room in a great flurry.

But damn him if he ever found out how the minx had gotten him so turned on, not even a cold shower managed to take care of the raging erection from hell she had managed to leave him with.

Why he had to lower himself to take care of his little problem on his own. Which he hadn’t had to do in a good few years, there had always been a hot little Slytherin or Ravenclaw witch to take care of the situation for him. Even when he holidayed in France with his parents, his angelic good looks and Malfoy name had made sure he never went without.

But not a single one of those girls had made him hunger for their bodies, the way he had wanted to devour Granger last night, it was unearthly, savage even.
Her smooth sun bronzed skin the taste of her mouth the feel of her silky locks through his fingers, the way her perfectly rounded breast fit into his palm and that taught hard nipple he had managed to brush against with his thumb.

Merlin, Mab and The Dark Lord Himself, he was rock hard again just thinking about the annoying bint. Frustrated he threw back his bed covers, wearing only his Slytherin green silk pyjama bottoms; he made his way towards the kitchen.

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Hermione had been so embarrassed and felt so utterly guilty about what had happened last night. To top it all off she had been completely aroused, Harry had never made her feel like that and that’s where the guilt was coming from.

She had gone to her room and thrown herself upon her bed, she had been so worked up hot, flustered and starting to sweat she yanked off her pyjama bottoms and lengthened the bottom of her top a little.

Having gotten rid of the immediate problem of over heating, she still had the extreme discomfort of being over aroused.

Not being able to stand it any longer, she did something she had never done before and brought herself to orgasm by her own hand, not that any other hand had done that either, it was just that she had never had the curiosity or motivation to do so before.

I mean yeah, she and Harry had kissed but he was just as shy as she was and had never gotten as carried away as her and Malfoy had last night. Going over it all now, she could feel the heat of a blush staining her features.

She was just glad her hands were occupied cooking breakfast, which she thought she might do as a form of peace offering, hoping that maybe they would be able to put it behind them and call a truce of sorts. She felt bad for running off like that last night but she also needed to make it clear that it couldn’t happen again.

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When Draco got to the end of the hallway, he had to stop and drink in the site before him. Leaning against the doorframe, he watched as a barely clothed Hermione Granger fussed about the sink and stove.

He had never actually seen anyone prepare a meal of any kind before, as he had always just sat at the table and his food would appear. He had never even had to butter his own bread, until his first night at Hogwarts. Even then he had written his father a nasty letter about how Hogwarts was full of ‘mudbloods’ and that the service was so lower class that he wished desperately to come home.

Standing there watching Granger, he noticed it it wasn’t all that bad, a bit like having to brew and look after potions and if the smell coming from the other side of the room was any indication, it would taste a damn site better than potions too.

Seeing the sun lighting up her cascading golden curls, her perfect white bare feet padding against the kitchen floor and the way that damned inviting night shirt was riding dangerously up towards the top of her thigh every time she moved, he couldn’t fight the throbbing erection in his silky pants or the urge to touch her.

He walked stealthily up behind her placing the length of his body a mere inch apart from her own. She hadn’t even noticed him yet and that excited him to no end. He had a delectable view of the top of her perfectly rounded breasts; he could even see that her nipples were pebbled through the silky pyjama top. His breathing was shallow as if trying to calm himself.

Hermione was currently adding sausages to a plate of bacon to go into the oven while she started on the eggs, the hairs on the back of her neck stood on end and then she felt a small shiver up her spine.

In a few swift movements, he had an arm around her waist pulling her flush against him and he had swept her hair to one side, just before he buried his face into the side of her neck he openly palmed one of her taught nipples and breasts. He breathed in deeply taking in the scent of her while he held her so close, ‘peach blossoms and vanilla’ he mused before.

“MMMMM smells delicious.” He breathed out heavily with a seductive pur, biting down gently on her earlobe.

She startled at first but when Draco breathed those seductive words into her ear, the feel of his heated breath caressed her skin, then nibbling it lightly with his soft warm mouth. She instantly melted into him; the smell of him was so intoxicating it was invading her senses, ‘sandalwood and spices’ she idly thought before other senses started to take over, leaning further into the feel of his muscular body, warm and inviting against her back.

She tilted her head further to the side to give him more access to her neck and he took full advantage of the offering she provided. Nibbling the soft skin of her he moved one hand to the inside of her shirt ssinssing her breast and rolling her nipple beneath his fingers, she let out a small moan of appreciation to his action.

The throaty groan Hermione had emitted urged Draco on further she was putty in his hands. The fact that the tight laced bookworm of Hogwarts and one of Harry Potters best friends and dare he even think it girlfriend, was leaning into him so contently without a coherent thought, spurred him on further.

He leaned her back against him further so her backside was resting across the top of his thighs; this position caused her legs to fall open allowing easy access to her now slick heat. He used a free hand to grasp a knife from the bench, flicked under and across the side of her knickers making them fall gently to the floor.

Hermione didn’t notice when her underwear was discarded, she gave a sharp intake of breath when felt Draco’s long perfect digits brush her curls, fearing he may stop if she didn’t give him any encouragement, she gently rested her hand over his. He teased the top of her thighs with light touches and slowly trailed his hands throuhe ahe auburn curls that were growing at the top of her heat, Hermione made a whimpering noise part from pleasure part from frustration.

As she turned her head and claimed him in a searing kiss, he glided his finger through her slick mound, swallowing her moans with his mouth. He gently inserted one then two fingers into her inner core, while his thumb brushed upon her sensitive clitoris.

She was kissing him with unrelenting vigour as his fingers worked her expertly, her hips bucking against his hand, her back arching to push her breasts further into his grasp, trickles of sweat were slowly making their way down the back of her neck and her body and Draco couldn’t take it anymore.

He swung her around to face him lifted her with ease and had pushed her up against the kitchen wall the whole time ravaging her mouth with his.

Hermione used her feet to push down his silky pants, running her hands along his well-toned arms and chest, admiring their bulk and smoothness from all his Quidditch training. She could feel his proud erection rubbing gently against her folds and with one quick lift Draco had raised her and impaled himself into her tight slick wetness.

Hermione felt the tell tale sting of having her maidenhead broken in such a quick manner and pierced her nails into his shoulders.

Draco was at a total loss for words he stoped ravaging her mouth and looked into her eyes with a questionable expression only to see an embarrassed blush creeping across her face and down her chest.

He rested his forehead against hers and whispered. ‘I didn’t know I…. I’m so sorry. Why didn’t tell me?’

She whispered back with such passion.’ Please don’t stop I want you’

He carried her over to the rug in on the lounge floor never pulling out of her he laid her down gently and started to move against her slowly letting her get used to the feel of him inside her, never breaking eye contact with her. She started to push back against him causing more blissful friction, taking it as a sign that she was ready for more, he started to pull out slowly and thrust back into her deeply, bringing low groans of pleasure from the bottom of her chest forth.

She was thrusting back with more enthusiasm and he had now angled himself so with each thrust he was hitting her delicate clit, he could feel her muscles tightening around him and new she was close, which he thanked the gods for cause he didn’t know how much longer he could last, as he heard her crying his name over and over and felt her muscles expertly milking him her body shaking beneath him, he gave over crying her name as he released himself inside of her.

They were both sweaty and panting gasping for air, Draco was sprawled across the top of her only just having the strength to keep his full weight from crushing her.

When the sound of clapping reached their ears, Draco’s head snapped up, Hermione’s eyes went wide and her mouth was agape, for there leaning against the kitchen table was non other than Professor Severus Snape Potions Master.

“And here we were worried you two migh doi doing each other harm” Snape sneered sarcastically at the two spread out before him on the floor.

In a flurry of movement the two students had fixed their clothes as much as they could and were standing in front of their potions master staring at the floor.

“I think.” He started in a lazy drawl “that the two of you had better get yourselves cleaned up before we head back to the castle, less you would like Mr Potter to see you in such a state.” He finished with a smirk toward Hermione.

Who blushed profusely and felt her eyes tearing up with the full implications of what had just happened hit her, she ran from the room to get cleaned up to leave.

“A word pl Mr Mr Malfoy if I may?” he stopped Draco before he could follow suit.

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