Just a Daydream

Hermione crept along the forest, anxious for the solitude. When she found the waterfall she stripped off all her clothes and jumped into the lake. The coolness was a much earned reward after the chaos of her life.



The demands of everyone and everything had racked her brain. The down time in the waterfall was a sanctuary that put her thoughts into perspective. She rose out of the lake and sat on a huge boulder that was within the range of the spray. The mist built up by the waterfall was a very nice shower and she let it fall over her body.



She heard a gasp behind her and looked over her shoulder. Draco Malfoy stood there looking at her in shock. She smiled and let her body slid back into the water.



She tread water and watched him with her breasts floating on the surface. Without saying a word he removed his clothes and walked into the lake to join her. He moved like a water born mermaid and they floated around each other for a time, playing cat and mouse.



Chest to chest they swam until she lunged toward the waterfall and moved behind it. When he followed she was sitting on ledge behind the roaring waterfall. She was slick with the water and her hair dropped in wet strands over her shoulders. She was watching him intensely.



He placed his hands on the ledge and jumped from the water lifting his body. Just as slick from the swimming as she was, and his hair letting droplets fall just as hers was. He crawled over to her and leaned in close to her.



They had yet to say a word to each other. Through the swimming and the looks they had yet to speak to each other. They didn’t need to. This was lust, pure lust without any other emotion.



Their lips met and every pore each of them possessed lit up in flames. She took his face in her hands and leaned back bringing his body over hers and wrapping her legs around him. He kissed her with everything he felt, plunging his tongue deeply to duel with hers.



He rose up and looked down at her, laying on her back and her legs open for his view. She was bald between her legs, and glistening from both the water and her arousal. He wanted to taste her but she was already adjusting her potion.



He rose only enough to turn and lay flat down again. Her head was resting between his knees and she was reaching up for his cock with her hands while spreading her own thighs. He leaned down slowly, letting her shift his body where she wanted it with her hands. When she had him situation he lowered his chest and breathed in her scent.



She smelled of the waterfall and a woman’s heat. He gave her a long lick and slipped his tongue into her folds. Together each with a taste unique to their needs. they feasted on each other, slurping and swallowing simultaneously. They rolled about, oblivious to the hard ground. They knew only the softness of each others bodies.



The heat and saliva covering them became too much and they needed something more. Rising, they moved to a patch of soft dirt further back in the cavern and Draco eased her down. The sight of her arms opening toward him drew him in like a fishing line and he lowered his body stretching his arms around her back as she lifted her legs and parted them.



He slid inside her easily still covered in her own juice and his kisses. She groaned out loudly and pulled him closer. She slid up to his sac and held himself still as she felt him. She locked her ankles at his back and began arching her hips upward, while he held himself in check, letting her do as she wished to him.



It worked and soon enough she was approaching her second climax. He had swallowed down her fist. “Move with me Draco.” She whispered. He obeyed her pleas and began thrusting, in time with her own movements. Together they drove her toward what she was looking for. It was only moments before she was crying out and bathing him with her own waters.



She looked up at him, still calm but equally hungry. She unlocked her legs and let him drag her up and flip her over. On all four bracing her upper weight on her elbows he entered her from behind. Slowly at first and with deliberate movements learning her body, thrusting until he couldn’t go any deeper. She arched her back, offering him a deeper thrust.



Draco planted his foot next to her elbow and leaned in. Holding her hips firmly he continued to thrust, throwing her weight forward with each plunge he took. He was gasping out with every stroke. She fought to hold her balance as he moved faster and faster.



He thrust hard three times, filling her body, then together they gave in to exhaustion. Hermione gave in to a brief moment of sleep only to awaken when Draco picked her up and walked under the spray with her in his arm.



Setting her on her feet, they let the shower of the water fall clean them off. When they emerged the hot afternoon sun dried them off so they could dress. With a kiss to his cheek, they left in different directions.











Hermione finally found the book she was looking for. Taking it off the shelf she opened up to the contents and smiled.



“Granger.” She looked up and Malfoy was in the same aisle, handing her the notebook. “What is this?”



“What do you mean?” She asked. “Didn’t you like it?” She took the book and looked at him.



“I did enjoy it, but its just so different.” He explained. “Your other stories had passion, fire, imagination. This one for some reason pales in comparison to those. It’s almost as if you were afraid to write.”



She didn’t look in his eyes. “Well, it was a little strange.”



“Because you know someone will eventually read it?” He assumed.



“Yes, I had no way of knowing you would read the others. This one, well, it almost seemed like a performance.”



“Well, were you trying to tell me anything with it?” He asked.



She smiled up at him. “I thought you were the one who read between the line.”



He smiled back and took a step bringing him close enough for her to smell his cologne. “I think, you want to continue in reality what the stories indicate and are afraid to say it.”



“Why do you say that?” She whispered, not looking away. This man was going to be very good in his chosen career.



“You wrote a story without any fantasy what so ever. We have a waterfall here, we both have chaotic classes, we both look for solitude at times. You also wrote it as nothing but pure lust, which is what it would be for us, seeing as how we don’t know each other personally. The fact that you admitted it was challenging to write, means you were unsure of how to continue.” He said.



“Really?” She asked.



He nodded, and leaned down. Hermione’s heart sped up. Merlin, please him kiss me, she chanted in her head. He was a breathe away and getting closer. She lifted her jaw just slightly and…….



Running footsteps sounded in the next aisle and they stepped away. Before he left he reached out and took the notebook, leaving Hermione standing where she was.