Spring Heat

Spring Heat
Disclaimer: I don’t own Harry Potter or any other of J. K. Rowling’s characters. The plot, however, is mine. I do not make any profit from this story or any others.
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Draco Malfoy was pissed and boy do I mean pissed. ‘Ever since Dumbledore let those two fools back into this building they have caused nothing but trouble.’ He thought as he made his way to the Head dormitories so he could try and find some way to calm his nerves. ‘Maybe I can rile up the Gryffindor Princess before I take a nice long shower. A cold one at that.’ With his mind made up and a perky bounce to his step he hurried to the portrait that guarded the entrance to the Head Dormitory.
This particular painting was of the two different houses that were concealed behind it. As he approached he gave the password (‘Lemon Lollies’) and strode on through to the common room. When he came around the corner he was stopped dead in his tracks at the sight that lay before him. There on one of the couches was the Gryffindor Princess herself, Hermione Granger. Only what he saw shocked him to the core.
She was reclined back into the couch with one leg on the floor and the other thrown over the back of the couch. Her head was tilted back with her eyes being covered by a damp cloth for some cool comfort from the heat. She was wearing a pair of light pink shorts that left little to the imagination and she had on a white tank top that was hiked up under her breasts so that her flat, toned, stomach could catch any small drift of cool air that came by her.
But what really brought out the need for the cold shower was the fact the Hermione Granger was in fact nude underneath the two opposing articles of clothing that granted her some means of privacy from his ever prying eyes. While Hermione was lying there she herd someone coming through the portrait and thought that it was probably just Ginny coming back to pick up her book that she forgot.
She lifted the cloth only to see the Head Boy and star of her hormonal dreams, Draco Malfoy. She would have been okay if it weren’t for the fact that she spotted an ever growing bulge in his pants. At this she lifted herself up not remembering to remove her leg from over the couches back when she got a good look at him. He was still in his school uniform but minus his jumper and robe and was standing there in nothing but a nice tight, sweaty, tank top that was clinging to every muscle on his torso. She could clearly see his six pack and noticed his arms were a little more bulky from his obvious practice as being a seeker on he Slytherin Quiditch team.
After a few moments of silence Draco found himself in between Hermione’s legs and snogging her senseless. She was forced back into the couch by his surprising advancement but it was not unwelcome. As soon as his lips touched hers he wanted, no needed more than a few kisses. His body demanded that he needed some kind of release. She felt his tongue trace her lips asking for an entrance that she readily obliged. When they finally separated for air he started placing light kisses down along her jaw line and further on down her throat and neck until he reached her collarbone where he places a few love bites.
He then worked his way up to meet her lips all the while getting harder and harder by just her silent whimpers and moans that got lodged deep in her throat. While he was steadily attacking her lips he brought his hands down to the hem of her shirt and started to lift it off of her. Only separated long enough to get it over her head before recapturing her lips in another searing kiss. He gently nipped at her slightly swollen bottom lip before taking her left nipple into his mouth to suckle and nip while his right hand massaged the neglected breast.
He let his left hand drift down towards the small treasure he knew to be lying beneath her shorts. He expertly maneuvered his hand into the folds of her neither lips searching for the bundle of nerves he knew would send her over the edge. When he found it he started to rub it fiercely. Hermione broke the kiss immediately and flung her head back to cry out in pleasure. Draco smiled as he heard her cry out, inadvertently boosting his male ego.
Draco sprang up from his bed dripping in sweat, gasping for air as though he had just ran a marathon in less than two minutes. He raised his hand to wipe his brow before letting it fall back to the bed like it was made of stone. He looked around him and inspected his room, only to find nothing there. He could hear the clock outside chime 12. ‘Midnight, no one would be stupid enough to come hear at midnight’ he mused in his mind. ‘They would have to be stupid and besides nobody, but him and the other head were the only ones who knew the password to the Head Dormitories. Even then we each have our own passwords for our own rooms’ he thought as he lay back down upon his bed and settled back into dreamland.
“To bad it was just a dream.” Draco mumbled in his semi- sleepy state. “I’d really love to make Granger scream out in pleasure among other things” he finished before once again doing things to the brown haired, honey eyed, Gryffindor golden girl.