Lifeline

\"Lifeline\"
by Pluto

Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: Obviously I don\'t own Harry Potter.
Summary: Draco spends the night with the woman who makes him feel like a man.

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I am so hard. I\'ve been thinking about this all day. Ever since she slipped that strip of parchment into my back pocket in Potions, my penis has been on full alert. It\'s as if it knows what\'s coming.

I slink down the dark corridor. My feet make echoing noises. I try to keep quiet in case Snape hears me sneaking out of the dungeons.

When I arrive at our secret place, I am surprised to find her already there. It\'s not her presence, though, that makes me stop in my tracks. It\'s what\'s she\'s doing. She\'s started without me...

Her clothes are on the floor. She\'s leaning over a table in the empty classroom. Her legs are wide, and from behind her pussy is on display. I couldn\'t ask for a better sight. She\'s digging her fingers into her puspullpulling them back out, then plunging in again. Her head falls forward and her long brown hair frames her face.
I cannot hold back. I walk up to her and fiercely pull her body against mine.

She is not startled. She is happy. She leans back against me, and I can smell her flowery hair. I run my hands down her body, to her hips, and keep her snug against me, against the straining prink in my trousers.

I don\'t want to waste time. She\'s happy about that as well.

I reach around and stuff my middle finger up her pussy and begin fucking her as deeply as I can. I enjoy the sounds she makes as she tries to take it in. I enjoy the strong clenching around my finger, the hotness of her insides, the wet slurping noises her pussy makes as I press in and out. My penis gives an excited twitch, as I think about what else I\'m going to shove into her tonight.

I press myself against her back, dragging out my finger and bringing to up to her clit. She arches like a bow; her shoulders press into my chest and her ass rubs right along the hardness of my shaft. She moves the split of her ass up and down it, knowing how much I love the feeling.

I want her to come, so I can get in on the action. I begin slapping all my fingers against her swollen clit, while from behind I put two more fingers in her hole. She keens, begins to buck hard, and then I feel her wetness covering all my fingers.

I give her no time to recover. She likes it this way. She is pleased when I turn her around and hold her tight in my arms, taking her mouth with mine and plundering it. I feel her hum around my tongue. I hum back, letting her know how she makes me lose control.

My arms are around her waist and my hands are roaming her back, her ass, and her thighs. My fingers pry apart her ass cheeks and rub up and down her pink hole. I tickle it, and she squirms against me. I move my hand lower, to her sopping wet pussy, never entering but letting her know I desire it. I let my fingers slide back up to her ass, rubbing the moisture around her hole. She doesn\'t like me to enter there, but I like that she knows I could do it if I wished; I like making her feel vulnerable.

I step away from her. She watches patiently as I remove my clothing. When I am done, she continues to look at me. Perhaps my forcefulness tonight has made her believe I\'m in a domina moo mood. Instead of giving instructions, I simply spread my cloak out on the ground, and lay on it. She takes the hint. She straddles my hips quickly, and I rest my hands on her waist.

She takes my hands off her waist and pins them over my head. I feign submission.

She\'s always been bossy. She likes to think she\'s in charge. I like to let her.

I thought she would try some foreplay—she likes nipples and necks and all that rubbish—but instead of stalling, she holds my wrists in place with one hand and takes my cock in the other. She sticks it up her pussy and slides down. I clench my teeth. What a woman.

She begins to move up and down. I\'m surprised at her pace. She usually likes to go slow after she\'s had an orgasm, but tonight she\'s fucking herself on my prick like it\'s the last time it will ever be hard. I\'m aroused by this. I\'m aroused that I can make her do this, that she\'s even here with me, that\'s she\'d let me of all people share this with her.

I brace my feet on the stone floor and heave my lower body upward. My hips go into the air, and her along with them; the delicate hands, which are still holding down mine, move down to my shoulders. She must brace herself. My force is too much. I take her hips and give her even more force.

Her tits are bouncing in front of my eyes, distracting me from my thoughts. I\'m drawn away from all coherence and can only think of shooting my semen into her. That is my ultimate goal. That is what matters most. She is beautiful. She is what I need. She makes me hard. She makes me growl. She makes me animalistic. I want to touch every soft curve of her white satin body, mark every crevice as my own, claim her essence—her eggs, her womb, her breasts. I want her to feel my seed swimming in her. I want it to flood within her, drip out of her vagina, onto her skin and down her legs. I want her to smell like it, so everyone will know

Hermione Granger belongs to me.

I am sitting up. My mouth is fastened to her breast. She is holding me there, her small pretty arms around my head and her legs around my waist, as though she will die we dare stop. She is humping madly. I am, too. It is a difficult position to make use of, but we are doing it. We are mad lovers. She is whimpering loudly, constantly; it half sounds like squealing. I love the sound. I am groaning around her pink, hard nipple, sucking with all my might. I imagine I must seem like a child trying to draw milk, but the only thing I want is her. She is sweeter than milk. She is most vital.

I can\'t move my mouth from this breast. I can\'t let my hands leave her waist. I pull her down onto my penis as fast as I can, thinking of how it will feel when I am emptied and know where my sperm has gone. Soon, soon, soon. My mouth pulls into a smile. This thins it around the nipple, clenching the poor little bud tight. She positively screams.

I notice another reason for her screaming: her vagina is convulsing nonstop. She\'s coming. It\'s wonderful to think about. I brought her this pleasure.

The thought wells up in me. Though she has slowed down, I am speeding up. I must come, too. Faster, faster! I yank her relentlessly onto my twitching cock. I use my strong arms to move her limp body. She feels even better now that she\'s done—all tightened up and magnificently wet.

Quickly, I flip her onto her back, letting my hand go under her head as she meets the floor. Then I take both ankles into my hands and lift up her legs. Her red pussy is spread out under me. I cannot help pumping into her, my hips rolling to their own rhythm.

I let my head roll back. My eyes close. I feel her looking at me, letting me have my way with her body. I like thinking about her lying limp as I fuck her. The thought makes my penis swell even more. Here I go. I \'m going to come.

I squeeze my eyes shut as I slam into her. My cock reaches deep into her pussy, the dark red head going straight into her most womanly regions. Sperm shoots out of my balls. I\'m filling her up with it.

I notice now that I\'m hunched over, fucking intensely. I\'m sweating. My face it likely red and grimacing. I don\'t care. I\'m shooting my seed, my children into the woman I love. I\'m going to give it all to her. I\'m going to join us completely. I continue to spray load after load, until I can pump no more out of myself. Then I slump over her heaving body.

She puts her hands into my hair. It feels good. Her breasts feel good on my face.

I revel in the familiarity. This is her. The one I\'m going to return to every night, every time I\'m in need of affection.

Hermione. Hermione, Hermione, Hermione...

*fin*

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