Forbidden Satisfaction

A/N: I write those fanfictions in the most strange moods but I never know if they are any good....

Draco waited in a corner of the Entrance Hall.
It was forbidden what they had. It made him feel evil. It was fun.
He couldn’t remember how it began, one day it was just there.
They were now in the middle of their last year and Draco didn’t want to think about what was going to be after their final examination.
Would he ever have sex this way again?


Hermione ran down the stairs.
Harry had stopped her, asking where she was going again.
‘Out’ she had answered, as she had so many times in the last weeks.
Then she had left the common room, again.
She had done it nearly everyday in the last few weeks, just to get her satisfaction.
It was wrong and that made it exciting.
She couldn’t remember why, or how, it began, but it didn’t matter anyway.


As Draco saw Hermione run down the marble staircase, he stepped out of the shadows.
He took her hand and they ran outside, ran away from curious eyes.
It was winter and everything was white of snow.
As Draco and Hermione reached the back of the greenhouses, they let themselves fall into the snow, laughing.
‘Draco, someday, somebody will see the two of us and what do you think are you doing then?’
‘Kill everybody disturbing us’


Hermione shivered.
It was winter and they were both outside, without any jackets…. And in some moments, neither of them would be wearing ANYTHING.
Draco leaned over to Hermione and placed a soft kiss on her mouth.
‘If anybody is going to see us, I’m going to place myself in front of the teacher’s table and cry ‘YES, IT’S TRUE! I LOVE HERMIONE GRANGER!’ out, into the world’
Hermione laughed ‘And why only if anybody has already seen us?’
Draco stood up ‘Ok, you right. One Point for you. But in order to compensate: I LOVE HERMIONE GRANGER!!!!’
Dracos voice reverberated responsing over Hogwart’s estates and Hermione pulled him down to her on his robes.
‘Draco Malfoy, you’re crazy. And now shut your mouth and kiss me’
Draco didn’t hesitate and gave Hermione a passionate kiss that made heart and soul burn.
Draco leaned over her and Hermione could feel him harden.
She loved the effect she had on him. It made it possible for her to play her little games with him.
But today she wouldn’t play. She needed it too much.
Half an hour ago, she had laid in her bed and thought of the day before, when they both wanted to fuck inside the broomchamber.
Draco had just placed his hand between her legs under her skirt and made her become wet, when they heard Filch.
Luckily, he had to run after Peeves, who had taken his bucket, so Draco and Hermione could escape. But that was it for that day.
The thought of this excitement had made Hermione become wet and the fact, that she hadn’t had sex the day before made Hermione need Draco.
Too much to play with him.
Her fingers found their way to his trousers and opened them. Draco groaned into Hermiones mouth while kissing her.
It was just too much that she gave him…
His hands found their way to her blouse and opened it. He saw the deep red bra and had to close his eyes for a moment. Her perfect breasts raised and sinked with her breath.
He couldn’t help but bury his face in her neck, open his mouth and suck on her soft skin.
Hermione panted. She felt her skin tingle and her body shiver.
She never had had such a good lover, and she had had many within the years.
Ron had been the poorest.
Harry had been the best, but that was before Hermione had felt the touches of Draco Malfoy.
When he threw Hermiones blouse and bra away and removed his trousers and Boxers, they both felt the snow on their skin, the complete opposite of the burning body of each other.
Draco felt his member grow even harder. He pushed her skirt up her thigh and took a glance on her slender legs. He groaned and couldn’t help but place himself between her, begging for admission.
Hermione opened her thighs for him and he pushed himself deep inside of her.
Hermione gave a small cry and buried her fingers inside Dracos silvery blonde hair.
Draco pushed as hard as he could and fixed Hermiones hand above her head.
He knew she liked it that way: She was completely inferior and he could do with her what he wanted to… and he made use of it.
Just now, he pressed her hands deep into the snow, crawled over her and brought himself into position. Then he got hold of her both hands with one of his and buried the other inside her hair, just to push her head up. ‘Suck!’ He said, but Hermione tried to get her hands free and put up a fight as good as she could. Draco knew this little game. She tried how stern he was and how inferior she was, she wanted to know, ‘cause it made her horny.
Draco got a stronger hold on her hair and hissed: ‘I said ‘suck’ and now you suck it, understand?’
Hermione whimpered, but opened her mouth. She felt his flesh, tasted her own wetness and sucked it as if her life was depending on it. Draco pushed himself out of her mouth again after a few moments. He couldn’t stand it any longer, otherwise he would have come within the next seconds.
His hand rubbing over Hermiones most sensitive piece of flesh, Draco looked into her eyes.
‘You want to come, right? Wanna scream out my name.’
Hermione breathed heavily
‘Yeah…’
‘You want to feel my cock deep and big inside of you. You want to Explode under my fingers. Tell me, what else do you want…’
‘I…. I want you, Draco….’
‘No, you don’t want me. Tell me what you REALLY want’
‘I want you… want you to fuck me…’
‘Yeah, I know….’
Draco smiled before he pushed his dick inside her. And he pushed again. And again.
And after a few moments, he made her scream out his name and at the same time, he came into her.
He broke down over her, breathing heavily. ‘That… that was…. Wow…’

Hermione and Draco lay in the snow, talking, until it was time for dinner.
When they entered the entrance Hall, Harry and Ron just made their way down the staircase, looking at the satisfied faces of Draco and Hermione.
‘So that’s your secret, Hermione? Friendship with our greatest enemy? I’m really disappointed…’
Hermione looked first at the two of them, then at Draco.
‘No, Ron. Not friendship. Love. Sex. I needed sex with him after the two of you losers, ya know?’
Grinning, Draco an Hermione made their way into the Great Hall, leaving Harry and Ron behind them, far behind.