Hermione\'s Aria

Hermione Granger bucked against her own hand, once again thankful for her own room. Her juices coated her palm as sweat beaded her body. Her chest rose and fell rapidly as she struggled to regain her breathing.

It had been one solid month since they’ve shagged last and she was desperate for some sexual release. Granted, he had let her be with the midterms so she could study, but that had been over with for more than two weeks!

She had been waiting for him to call her or even drop a hint that he might need his “tutor” again, but nothing had happened so far.

Just where the bloody hell was he? She demanded to herself.What happened to his always constant horniness?

Frustrated with this, Hermione turned onto her stomach, feeling that sweet ache between her legs. But this was nothing compared to what Draco could give her.

Being both Prefects, both she and Draco had personal, individual rooms. Besides that, they shared a conjoining bathroom. She had tried to catch him in the shower, in the tub, or even in his own room, but he always seemed to be “just leaving”. Finally, she was forced to give.

Sighing to herself and still thrumming with sexual tension, Hermione then got a wicked idea in her mind.

“We’ll see how long you can go without me, Mr. Malfoy.” She suddenly purred to herself.

Smiling evilly at the thought that was now stapled in her mind, she was ready to put it in action.