Kisses in the Dark

This story was originally written by Beauxbatons22 who has graciously allowed me permission to rewrite and finish it! The original story (The Dark One) is still posted on Beauxbatons22’s account so I strongly recommend you show her some love!
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A/N: Okay, where to start? Thank you to everyone who commented! You all make me so giddy and giggly! It’s truly a wonderful feeling! Thank you! Plus, the more reviews I get, the more I want to post and the more I post the more you guys get to read and the more you guys get to read… you get the point (grins) It’s all just one, big juicy cycle!!
Okay, for those of you who asked: will Theo be more involved? And I’ve been giving this some serious thought. Hell, why not? He’s a sexy man beast and I think Draco needs a little run for his money, don’t you? But I’ll let you guys tell me just how far our sexy man beast should go with our kinky sleeper. I am open to all suggestions, comments, reviews (hint, hint)
Now that I’ve weaseled all those delicious thoughts into your head, on with this fan-worthy chapter! ENJOY!
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Chapter 5

“What happened to you yesterday, Hermione?” Ron asked the next morning during breakfast.

Lost in her revere, Hermione stiffened when her name was mentioned. Her head shot up fast, her eyes wide.

“What?”

“You didn’t come by the common room last night,” Ginny replied from beside her.

“Oh, I… uh… I stayed up pretty late last night studying,” she answered, mostly to her food while she poked at it dispassionately with her fork.

No one seemed to find this odd.

Ginny continued. “So, how are things with Malfoy?”

The mention of his name sent shivers along her spine. She couldn’t suppress the anxious glance she sent the other table where the Head Boy sat, head down, staring at his plate of eggs.

As if sensing her stare, his head came up and his gray eyes met hers.

Little bolts of electricity sizzled through her. She could almost feel the tingles right down to the tips of her fingers and toes. The hot, indistinguishable fire behind the stare had the pit of her stomach turning to scalding liquid honey. She could feel it trickling from inside her, moistening her panties. Her breathing became a little harder, a little more erratic. She couldn’t seem to contain it.

“Hermione!” Ginny’s hand waving in front of her face snapped her thoughts back into place and broke the connection holding her prisoner.

“Oh… things are fine,” she blurted, dropping her gaze to her plate.

Well, they were… sort of. She really didn’t how she ended up in Draco’s bed the previous night, but she was almost certain that nothing had happened. Waking up drenched in her own juices was natural to her as was the feeling of having just climaxed. True that it had never felt that good before, but… maybe it was different because there had been another body next to hers. Usually she jolted awake alone with her own fingers buried deep inside her pulsing canal.

Oh, she sure hoped she hadn’t done that in Draco’s bed! How embarrassing if he’d caught her! It wasn’t even something she could control. It just happened. Ever since she was fifteen-sixteen, she would wake up in the strangest places, panties stretched around her ankles and cream running down the insides of her thighs.

Thankfully, no one had caught her… yet, but she knew her luck would run out eventually. It had gotten to the point where she started putting wards up around her bed along with a silencing charm and closed the drapes, just to keep her secret. The one time she’d forgotten, she woke up in the kitchen at home, straddling a chair. Her clothes lay in a pool of fabric by her feet, a pool of release dripping over the edge of the chair. She’d been so horrified. What if her parents had walked in?

In the present, Hermione jolted from the memory and shook her head to clear it. That night had been the last time she went to bed without giving herself release first. It had become a routine, masturbating each night before sleep helped her remain in bed and not go wondering through the house or castle. She still woke up wet with her fingers dripping, but she was still in the same place she’d fallen asleep in and that’s all that counted.

But last night… had she sleepwalked to Draco’s bed? She recalled the pounding in her head while she’d been reading. She remembered putting her head down for only a second… But her clothes were still in place. Her nightly prowling usually left her naked wherever she wound up. So, did that mean Draco had taken her to his bed? But why? Why would he do that? Was he hoping to take advantage of her? So, why hadn’t he? If he hadn’t taken her in hopes of doing something with her, then that would mean that… She shook away that thought. Draco Malfoy did not do nice things for other people! Did he?

She was so confused and she couldn’t even bring herself to ask him. How horrifying to face an enemy and ask if she’d done anything inappropriate while she’d been sleeping. No, she would keep it to herself, unless he brought it up.

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Draco couldn’t stop thinking about it. Every time he saw her, his cock was instantly hard and throbbing. It had been nearly impossible all through potions to keep his expression disinterested when all he wanted to do was throw her down on the table and lick her from head to toe. Several times throughout class, he had to reach under the table and stroke the raging hard-on tenting the front of his pants to ease some of the pressure.

But it didn’t help matters when the little minx seemed to have butter fingers that day and kept dropping things she was forced to bend down and pick up again.

Good God, did she ever have nice legs. Why hadn’t he ever noticed them before? They went on forever and when she bent at the waist, reaching, reaching, reaching for that stupid quill… all he could do was fist his erection and squeeze to keep from spraying his shorts when he caught sight of the flimsy, cotton panties nestled between the taut globes of her backside.

What he wouldn’t give to get up behind her, shove up her skirt, tear aside her panties and dive into that smooth, hot cunt of hers. He could still feel the way she’d tightened around his fingers, milking and sucking at him while her juices squirted over his palm.

“Draco!” Theo nudged his side, breaking him away from the sensual image embedded inside his head.

“What?” he barked, furious at the interruption.

“Class is over.”

So it was. The class was nearly completely empty.

“I… uh… need to get something from my room,” he muttered, leaping to his feet, grabbing his books and starting for the door. “I’ll… I’ll see you at lunch… later.”

He practically ran to his dorm in his desperation for some alone time. He slammed the portrait door closed, threw off his clothes and fell back on the bed with his hand fisted tightly around his nearly purple erection. A groan left his throat and his eyes fell closed. He imagined Hermione’s hands wrapped around him, moving, shifting and guiding him to ecstasy. And he was just getting into that image when a soft, whimper broke his concentration.

His hand stilled on his cock and his ears perked, waiting to catch that sound again.

It rang through the still air again, but this time in the form of a strangled gasp.

Intrigued, he climbed off the bed and made his way towards the bathroom door. The groans and pants seemed to be coming from the other side. Could little Miss Perfect really be in there with someone? Was she getting fucked at that very moment? The loud, squishy sound was proof enough.

How dare she bring someone else into their dorm? How dare she – a Muggleborn witch – get action when he was nearly ready to explode? He just could not let that happen!

He reached for the knob and yanked it. Nothing happened. The little witch must have put a locking charm up, he mused, retrieving his wand and murmuring the counter charm and pulling the door open, uncaring of his nudity or the erection bobbing at full swing between his masculine thighs. His main and only objective was to find out who was making the Head Girl moan like that and beat the crap out of him, but only because he wasn’t allowed in the Head bathroom of course!

But what he saw inside froze him on the spot. There – in all her half-naked beauty –stood Hermione, leaning against the wall next to the sink, legs lewdly parted, skirt hiked up, shirt unbuttoned, eyes closed and fingers moving erratically inside her panties. Beads of water trailed down her face, dripping off her tilted chin to form a glistening path down her bare chest, between her firm succulent breasts to her navel. The pathetic, white bra she wore barely concealed the luscious globes bouncing with each desperate penetration of her fingers deep inside her dripping pussy.

Holy shit! His brain cried, his cock nearly exploding at the delicious sight. She was beautiful, beyond beautiful. She was unlike anything he’d ever seen!

His gawking was momentarily interrupted when she suddenly stopped. Panicking, he quickly closed the door partially, leaving it open just a crack to watch as she tugged her panties down her long legs and remove them, giving him a perfect view of her tight, cleanly shaven mound. The stiff, pink muscle between the silky lips glistened with her juices, begging him to touch, taste… suck. God, how he wanted to take that little thing into his mouth and make her scream.

Unconsciously, his hand found his cock again. He continued to observe as she returned her cream coated fingers to her slit and resumed her steady penetration. Her moans and whimpers warned him she was close, so he picked up the pace as well, pumping in time to her. A groan left him when she reached up and tore down her bra, exposing the ripe mounds for his viewing pleasure.

Fuck, they were perfect! Round, firm and topped with tight, pink nipples. He loved how she pinched and rolled them between her fingers and moaned loudly.

“Yes, baby! Fuck, yes!” he panted under his breath, feeling his balls tighten in an age-old warning.

Even from a distance, he could see the trickle of juice pouring from her stuffed slit with every hard thrust. It was forming a small puddle between her parted feet. It poured from her knuckles, growing thicker and whiter the closer she came to orgasm.

It was the sight of her thrashing body arched off the wall, head thrown back, eyes closed, mouth gaping while she sobbed her release that had him squirting into his hand and biting back his groan. But even still, he never took his eyes away from her, from the rush of cream just pouring from her core.

She was visibly trembling when her fingers slipped out. She stayed against the wall for support, eyes closed, body flushed a delectable pink. Her breasts jiggled with every ragged breath she sucked in and her clit continued to tremble ever so slightly.

Draco slicked his lips, wishing desperately that he could do the same to her fingers and cunt. He’d never had this insatiable urge to clean anyone like he did with her. He’d never wanted to delve his tongue into a woman’s hot channel and let them cream into his mouth. But with her, he wanted to impale her with his tongue, his fingers, his cock. He wanted to be covered in her release. He wanted to take her in every possible manner and brand her over and over again as his.

His cock was at full swing again when he softly closed the door and returned the locking charm. He did a quick cleansing charm on himself and redressed.

In the bathroom, he heard the faucet run followed by the sound of a door closing softly then silence.

Something told him Hermione would not be pleased if she ever became privy to his voyeurism, but who said he had to tell?


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A/N: Ah, my sexy, voyeuristic, Draco, Hermione is going to kick your ass when she finds out what a naughty boy you’ve been.
Maybe the next chapter will have a little Theo love, mm? But only if I’m asked super nicely (Grins)
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