Care to Play?

She arrived on time at the room of requirement and after doing the paces, the door presented itself. The room it brought was the size of a single bedroom, nothing more. A place where Draco and her could be together without fear of discovery.



She walked in and saw Draco come out from another room, a tilt of her head and she saw a bathroom. Draco was wearing his trousers and a plain t shirt, no socks, no shoes, nothing else.



“Hello.” He said taking a glass from a table and holding it out to her.



She came forward and took it. “Thank you.” It was wine, she didn’t ask how he got it, she just sipped it.



“Are you alright?” He asked, coming toward her.



“Yes, I am.” She said. “I just want to make sure that you understand why I am here tonight.”



“And why is that?” He asked putting down his glass and sitting on the bed looking up at her.



“Just because I want you and no other reason. I’m not trying to get anything from you, and I don’t want you to be here thinking that I am.”



He was quiet just watching her. “You’re here for me.” She nodded. “Good because I’m here for you and no other reason.” Hermione smiled and tossed the glass over her shoulder, hurling herself at the blonde who caught her with open arms.



Draco let her weight push him back into the mattress while she straddled his body. Their open mouths attacked each other, nibbling and biting, Hermione’s hands thrust themselves under Draco’s t-shirt exploring the hot flesh underneath.



Draco lifted her skirt and gripped her ass, kneading her while they let their baser natures out. Hermione sat up and pulled the jumper over her head. Draco took only a moment to admire the curves encased in lace above him. She was a beauty indeed and for now she was his.



He sat up and reached behind her, unhooking the distracting garment, he wanted nothing between them. No games, no clothes, no obstacles. Not here in this room.



He pulled it off her arms and tossed it aside. Her breasts were mesmerizing and he took a moment just looking at them. They were perfect pale orbs with pink nipples puckered up for his temptation. He lifted a hand and gently cupped the weight in his hand. They were the perfect size for his palm and his hold warmed the flesh. He lifted the other hand and cupped them both in a tender grip.



Hermione let her head roll to the side as Draco held her. She let out a gasp as he took a hard nipple in his mouth, sucking her gently. She arched her chest toward him and lifted her hands to his hair. She loved his hair, and she let it flow over her fingers as she held him to her, letting him taste her offering.



He moved from one nipple to the other, squeezing and releasing the flesh, leaving her breasts covered in his saliva and kisses. Her body felt warm and alive in his arms, and she began moving against him, rolling her body on his.



Holding her firmly, he lifted her and stood. Locking her legs, she held on as he turned and dropped her on the bed, leaning over her body and plunging his tongue into her mouth. Hermione hadn’t removed her legs and she was shifted around on the bed as he moved.



“Your clothes Draco,” she said yanking at his shirt, “take them off.”



“Wait, slow down Hermione.” He said but she slapped his hand away from her waist and pulled his shirt off.



“To hell with waiting.” She pulled at the material so hard Draco felt the sting of her nails at his back. Returning her actions he pulled on her skirt and yanked it off her body tossing it aside. He thought he hear a rip of the fabric but bit of them were beyond caring. Granger was sitting up and pulling at his trousers. Together they managed to pull them down and they joined the rest of the clothes on the floor.



“Now.” Hermione said pulling him down over her.



“Don’t you want…..” He tried to speak, but still maneuvering into the position she wanted.



“You know what I want damn you!” She cried, locking her legs around him again.



“Alright then, if you say so.” He plunged deeply and sucked in a sharp breathe at the hot tightness that closed around him. Hermione cried out and dug her fingers into his arms.



“This is what you wanted.” He told her looking down at her.



“Yes it is, now why aren’t you moving?” She said yanking on his shoulders.



Draco rose up on his knees, gripped her hips and began plunging into her at rapid speed. Hermione was being thrown about and the only thing she could do was hold onto the covers on either side of her in a firm grip.



She cried out and shrieked, knowing that this time she could let out any noise she felt since the room would not release sound. Draco gripped her shoulder and pulled her into him as he thrust deeply.



He threw her legs over his shoulders and leaned over her, delving deeper into her body. She developed a fine sheen of sweat and gripped Draco’s wrist feeling his own sweat under her fingers.



She felt a powerful lust surge through her body, and urged him on. “Yes, Draco, fuck me!” She cried out.



“Hell Hermione!” He yelled out and drove into her harder. He pinned her wrists above her head and leaned over her, working his hips as fast as he could.



Hermione thought her hips would dislocate and kept them lifted high to keep her pleasure from being interrupted. “Oh yes, Draco….. yes … more…” She cried out.



He moved faster and faster, his back swimming in sweat as he rode her body, getting out every frustration he had endured the last month.



“A month of waiting…..” he moved faster, “a month of wanking off in the morning thinking of what you would do,” he ground into her, bruising her inner thighs with his force, “a month of going without your touch!” He cried out as her pussy squeezed down on him and he was bathed in hot fluids. “Holy fuck Hermione!”



He pushed his body onward, holding her wrists in a grip that made her skin go white, he rode harder and harder, grunting between clenched teeth, until he let out a harsh cry from his throat and thrust hard enough to lift her hips off the bed. Again. Again. And then he collapsed.



Hermione took his weight as she went limp, panting like an animal right along with him. They stayed that way for awhile before Draco had enough strength to roll off her. The cool after hit her sweaty body and her nipples puckered again. Draco pulled her closer and she nestled right next to him, draping an arm over his chest.



He let out a sigh as he ran his fingertips along her forearm. “We could have gone slow, you know.” He said. “Taken out time.”



“I know, but after a month of no contact I just couldn’t wait.” She said, drawing little circles on his chest with her middle finger.



“Next time will be better, we can relax.” He kissed her forehead.



“Yes, we can.” She raised her head and looked at him, toying with a stray lock of blonde hair. “You know I still have to think about my next move.”



He froze and slowly looked at her. “Really?” He said with wide eyes. She grinned and nodded, biting her lower lip. He loved it when she did that. It made him want to bite that lip too. “Move, countermove, huh Granger?” He said hugging her closer.



Hermione giggled. “I think I’m going to have that tattooed on my ass.” Draco joined in her laughter.







The next morning at breakfast, Hermione received a letter, on the same high quality parchment.



‘That was the best shagging I have ever had. I eagerly await your next chess move with a great anticipation.’



She looked up and gave him a wink over her cup. She thought about her next move after leaving the room of requirement last night. She had perfected it this morning as she showered and got dressed. Now all she had to do was put it into action. I hope you ready for me Malfoy, she thought, I don’t think you see this coming.