The Leather Sofa
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Harry Potter › Het - Male/Female › Draco/Hermione
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Adult +
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1
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15,728
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3
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Currently Reading:
1
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The Leather Sofa
They were finally seated, side by side, on that big black leather sofa.
His hand squeezed her knee and began pushing her skirt up her thigh, wile his skin maintained its contact with hers. She could feel her heart beat faster and the rate of her breathing increase.
His lips opened on her neck after he bent his body towards hers. His fingers found their way inside her.
“Granger…”
“Yes….” It came out as a sound halfway between a stifled moan and a breathy sigh.
The leather under Draco’s butt squeaked when he moved to face her, one eyebrow raised.
“Yes to what? I haven’t asked you anything.”
She could feel the heat of the blood her hyper acting heart was pushing up her neck and face. “You…uhmm…you didn’t? I…I was sure I had heard you ask about the orientation for the prefects?”
“That was before we entered the room, Granger. Do all you Gryffindors take that long to process a complete sentence? But that can’t possibly be since I could have sworn that Longbottom had once reacted to an insult in under ten minutes.”
His eyes narrowed and he smiled, showing a glint of perfect white teeth.
“Or could that snogging session with the pauper Weasel have addled your brain?”
Instead of feeling mad, or protective, or insulted, Hermione just felt nauseated. She had never been able to make herself like Ron – much less imagine him in that manner – and, knowing as she did about him and Harry….
“I think I’m gonna throw up.”
Draco thought, “She really looks like she will spill her lunch…and maybe her breakfast too.”
He laughed.
“You surprise me. I never thought you could say anything of the sort. You had always adhered to the “One for all, and all for one” sort of ideology….”
He laughed again. She really was quite amusing.
“I can’t believe you are as disgusted with Weasel as I am! However, you do manage to sleep with him then?” He nearly fell off the couch with mirth.
Suppressing visual images concerning her and Ron – and an ever-watchful Harry – Hermione did the only thing she could to stop Draco from laughing.
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His hand squeezed her knee and began pushing her skirt up her thigh, wile his skin maintained its contact with hers. She could feel her heart beat faster and the rate of her breathing increase.
His lips opened on her neck after he bent his body towards hers. His fingers found their way inside her.
“Granger…”
“Yes….” It came out as a sound halfway between a stifled moan and a breathy sigh.
The leather under Draco’s butt squeaked when he moved to face her, one eyebrow raised.
“Yes to what? I haven’t asked you anything.”
She could feel the heat of the blood her hyper acting heart was pushing up her neck and face. “You…uhmm…you didn’t? I…I was sure I had heard you ask about the orientation for the prefects?”
“That was before we entered the room, Granger. Do all you Gryffindors take that long to process a complete sentence? But that can’t possibly be since I could have sworn that Longbottom had once reacted to an insult in under ten minutes.”
His eyes narrowed and he smiled, showing a glint of perfect white teeth.
“Or could that snogging session with the pauper Weasel have addled your brain?”
Instead of feeling mad, or protective, or insulted, Hermione just felt nauseated. She had never been able to make herself like Ron – much less imagine him in that manner – and, knowing as she did about him and Harry….
“I think I’m gonna throw up.”
Draco thought, “She really looks like she will spill her lunch…and maybe her breakfast too.”
He laughed.
“You surprise me. I never thought you could say anything of the sort. You had always adhered to the “One for all, and all for one” sort of ideology….”
He laughed again. She really was quite amusing.
“I can’t believe you are as disgusted with Weasel as I am! However, you do manage to sleep with him then?” He nearly fell off the couch with mirth.
Suppressing visual images concerning her and Ron – and an ever-watchful Harry – Hermione did the only thing she could to stop Draco from laughing.
END OF CHAPTER