Can't Stop!

Okay, this is what happens when I have way too much going on in my head while trying to plan my SO's 40th Surprise party and try to drown out the noise with Maroon 5's latest Album.

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Can’t Stop


All alone in my room think of you and a rate that is truly alarming
I keep looping my memories of you in my head I pretend that you want me
And I fall asleep and dream of alternate realities
And I put myself at ease by pretending that she still loves me

Draco slowly walked out of the courtyard, a dazed look upon his face.
He couldn’t get the picture of her out of his mind, her soft curls sweeping across her creamy skin, her short red top held up only by two thin scraps of material. Her brilliant eyes lit up the entire yard when she smiled, those perfect heart shaped lips, so soft.
He felt himself harden at the thought of tasting those pale, pink, luscious lips.

And I can't stop thinking about you
And I can't stop thinking about you
You never call what do I do
And I can't stop thinking about you

He’d just turned the corner when something caught his eye, turning his head slowly he watched as the object of his desire followed his route, step for step, she was walking his way. Was she following him? Could she tell just by looking at him that he desired to feel her soft skin beneath him? He mindlessly floated to Potions class, knowing she was not far behind, he could actually smell & taste her sweet scent, Vanilla.

Closing his eyes he fell into his chair with a soft ‘thud’, imagining her sitting next to him as the scent became stronger. His hand reached out to softly finger her curls, teasing him with their brilliance, glinting in the low firelight from the sconces on the cold wall beside them.

Class ended all too quickly for Draco as he watched his fellow students quickly disappear out the huge wooden door. She was walking his way; she’d be here in three, two steps. He stood up abruptly halting her progress as he turned to leave the classroom. Once again he entered the hallway, feeling her presence behind him.

Dinner came and went with him gazing across the hall, peering through students to get even a small glimpse of that lovely vision in red. She had looked in his direction. Quickly dropping his gaze back to his plate. He thought she couldn’t look more beautiful, the color only enhancing her rosy cheeks when she would blush. How he wished to make her blush.

Making his way towards their common room, yes they were both made heads this year. Only adding to his desire was the thought of sharing any space with her, the couch, the table, the bathroom. Closing his door he fell into bed with dreams of her running through his head. In his dreams he could do anything; talk to her, touch her, hold her, taste her, make love to her and the best part would be waking up feeling her warm body pressed against his only to gasp in defeat when he would awaken to find himself wrapped tightly around his pillow.


Can't believe I could think that she would just follow me everywhere I go
I just wrestle with you in my dreams and wake up making love to a pillow
And I fall asleep and dream of alternate realities
And I put myself at ease by pretending that she still loves me

And I can't stop thinking about you
And I can't stop thinking about you
You never call what do I do
And I can't stop and I can't stop

The next morning they both came into the common room at the same time; both reaching for the portrait, their hands missing each other by a hair’s breath. Halting for only a moment to calm himself before pulling it open for her. She kept her eyes straight forward and stepped through the portrait to disappear down the hall within seconds.

Unable to find her at lunch, concern etched upon his face as he frantically, yet covertly as to not be noticed, scanned the room for his curly headed angel. Stepping away from the table he found himself wanting, needing to find her to be sure she was alright.
The mere thought of something happening to her nearly drove a stake through his quickly beating heart as his pace quickened, unaware of where he was actually heading.

Finding himself at their common room door he stepped through to find her nestled upon the large settee in front of the fireplace. Her head resting gently on her arm, a forgotten book lay sprawled open on the floor beneath her slender, neatly manicured pink fingertips.

Stepping away from her slowly he made his way to his room, locking and silencing the door, before reaching into his robes to softly rub the raging erection he had from just looking at the sleeping beauty. Somehow he had made it to his bed, his trousers around his ankles, his strong hand wrapped comfortingly around his straining cock. Slowly he moved his hand, easing up on the grip as he imagined her soft slender digits surrounding him, releasing him from the painful ache within.

He could clearly see her before him; kneeling between his legs, her left hand running up and down the inside of his strong, muscular thigh as her right hand moved rhythmically against his velvet hardness. Her eyes were filled with desire, so dark he thought they’d actually turned black. Her soft pink lips parted in ecstasy as she watched a fountain of thick white cream shoot out and onto her hand and his thighs.

Relaxing back into the bed he released himself. Reaching to the nightstand beside the bed for his wand he noticed the bathroom door was ajar. Quickly cleaning himself up he unlocked his bedroom door to find an empty settee.

What I would give to have you look in my direction
And I'd give my life to somehow attract your attention
I touch myself like it's somebody else
Thoughts of you are tattooed on my mind let me show you

It had been two days since he’d last been near her. Quidditch practice kept him from potions class since Snape wanted nothing more than for his house to finally win the Cup, they were so close.

Draco drug his tired body into the shower, letting the hot stream of water flow over his aching muscles. One hand on the wall, he leant into the spray to wash the grime from his hair, it had been overly hot and he was dripping with sweat when he had finished practice.

Finishing the shower with a quick cold rinse, he stepped into his room, clad in only a thick, deep green towel around his waist, just below his sculpted abs.
He noticed a small piece of parchment sitting on the bed. Unrolling it slowly, he gasped at the words

“I can’t stop thinking about you”

No signature, but he knew her lovely handwriting anywhere, her soft strokes across the page, precisely written in the exact same size, so very elegant. His heart beat rapidly at the comprehension of this note. Was it possible? Could she want him as much as he wanted her?


And I can't stop thinking about you
And I can't stop thinking about you
You never call what do I do
And I can't stop thinking about you
And I can't stop thinking about you
And I can't stop thinking about you
You never call what do I do
And I can't stop thinking about you

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Hermione’s POV

She watched him leaving, with the strangest look on his face, as if he were daydreaming, lost in his thoughts he walked away from her. Her heart aching. Making an excuse about being late she quickly gathered her books and left the hall, following him.

Turning the corner she watched as he turned to look in her direction, she continued walking as if it were just another day on the way to potions, never showing that she had actually spent most of last night tossing and turning, unable to find the release she so desperately needed. Holding her breath she watched him turn again and walk slowly to potions, if he didn’t pick up his pace she was going to run right into him. She was nearly breathing down his neck as her shallow breaths did nothing to keep her calm.

She passed beside his table, wanting nothing more than to sit with him, be near him in any way possible. Sitting down two rows in front of him she silently cursed the seating arrangement, why did he have to sit behind her, how was she supposed to look at his gorgeous face without him noticing. Dropping her quill upon the floor she leant over and chanced a quick glance in his direction to see his eyes closed, his hand reaching towards the empty seat separating them.

Finishing her assignment, she quickly gathered her things to leave; he was still in his seat. In two steps she would be near him once again. Halting her steps he stood directly in front of her, giving her a perfectly good view of his tight arse. It had been so hot these days most of the students left their robes in their rooms, and it was definitely to her benefit. Before she could get caught admiring his backside he was out of them room and down the hallway, she followed as far as she would let herself, finally turning to head to Greenhouse #3.

Dinner time was the normal routine, the boys discussing Quidditch animatedly, the girls gossiping on the latest and greatest. She could feel eyes upon her, looking around she had almost met those beautiful grey eyes before they went back to his table. Watching him for just a moment, appreciating the view she held before Ginny brought her out of her lust fogged haze with another question about homework.

Heading back from the library she was once again lost in her thoughts over the tall, blonde man who shared her living quarters. Many mornings she could hear the water running in the shower; imagining his lean, sculpted body dripping upon the tile floor, his hair falling across his eyes as he would make his way towards her bedroom, showing her exactly what it felt like to be worshipped as he made soft, slow, sweet love to her body. She would always need a few extras minutes to get ready during those mornings.

It was one of these mornings that she reached the portrait beside his tall, sexy form. Reaching, as if in slow motion as she watched her hand come closer to his with each second. Frozen, unable to move her body she watched as his hand reached to open the door for her. Unable to look into his eyes, fear of him knowing exactly what she had been doing not 30 minutes ago, she quickly rushed out of the doorway and nearly flew down the hallway.

Class had ended with Lavender gently nudging Hermione in the side. She had actually fallen asleep during History of Magic. Although, if anyone had known why she hadn’t been sleeping at night, she would have died of embarrassment and been history herself.

Deciding to forego lunch she trudged back to the common room. The walk had awakened her somewhat so deciding to read quietly on the couch, she got comfortable and within minutes, sleep claimed her.

The dying fire popped loudly, waking her tired form up. Stretching her arms above her head she looked to the clock and noticed it was after lunch, her free period nearly over. Making her way towards the bathroom to freshen up for the next class she froze in the middle of the room, hearing a soft moan coming from the other side of the bathroom door, Draco’s room.

She found her feet slowly making their way towards the door, her head tilted to the side as her ear pressed against the hard wood door. There, she heard it again, a soft moan. Before she knew what she was doing, her hand was gripping the knob tightly as she turned it slowly, pushing the door open a near inch to peak inside. What she saw made her insides shiver with want, her knickers quickly filling with a pool of desire.

There on his bed, lay Draco softly pumping what looked to be a thick 9 inch cock. Swallowing the drool quickly forming within her mouth she watched as his strokes became faster, until she watched with utter satisfaction, his member erupting in thick creamy ropes as he whispered softly ‘Hermione’

Her hand covered her mouth before the squeal was able to escape. Stepping away from the doorway she quickly locked herself in her room. Leaning against the frame, her breath erratic as she replayed the scene over and over in her head. Sliding down, her body met the floor, sweat breaking out across her forehead and upper lip. Clenching her fists tightly she swore then and there, she was going to have him.

It took her almost two days to get the courage up to even be in the same room as him without jumping him. She wanted nothing more than to feel his strong body on top of hers, pushing into her slowly, deeply until she cried out in ecstasy. Unable to achieve her completion on her own, she took matters to the next step.

She heard him enter the common room. She knew he had been at Quidditch practice. She had a perfect view of the pitch from her window. She had watched him many a time, but today was different as she watched his form raced across the field with urgency. It looked as though he was trying to escape, he was flying so fast. She had grinned a mile wide when she saw him catch the snitch. She knew he’d be back shortly, he hated the locker rooms when he had a private shower all to himself.

Putting her plan into motion she waited until she heard the shower running. Making her way across the common room she stepped into his bedroom. So much like him, neat crisp, clean.

Placing the parchment upon his green satin bedspread, she stepped out of his room and back into hers before slipping out of her uniform.

~*~

Unable to stop himself even if he wanted to, he found himself in front of her bedroom door within seconds of dropping the parchment on his bed. His hand was raised to knock, deciding against it he lowered his hand to the door knob, turning it slowly he pushed the door open to see the most stunning sight he’d ever seen.

Hermione piled several pillows against her headboard, leaning against them she fixed the hem of her blood red lace nightie she had purchased during Holiday, with exactly this in mind. Hearing the knob turn and watching the door slowly open she shyly smiled at the stunned look upon that handsome faced she had come to love. Beckoning him with her finger, she invited him into her bed.

Without hesitation Draco closed the door and made his way to her side. Gently placing his hands upon her cheeks, he leaned forward and brushed his lips against hers, moaning at the contact of those soft, pillow-like lips. He felt her tongue graze his lip. Groaning at the feeling he pulled her body to his, unable to stand another minute without her soft body against his. The lace scratching against his nipples where her breasts pushed against him. His hands roamed her body while his tongue searched the silken depths of her mouth, finding her velvety tongue heatedly dancing with his. Sucking the tip of her tongue into his mouth he felt her shiver, reaching down and feeling her firm backside, he gave a squeeze when he heard her moan in response.

Hermione found herself climbing onto his hard body, her lips blazing a heated trail from his jaw to his hard chest, her tongue circling his hardened nipple. Her small hands disposing of the towel that hid the rest of that delicious body from her.
He ran his fingers through her hair, holding her in place against his chest, his hips arching against her warm center that was now straddling him.

his hands moved slowly down her neck, over her backside he gripped her lacy cloth and pulled it up to reveal a gorgeous sight, she wore nothing underneath. Continuing to pull the material up, slowly pushing her up from him as she raised her arms to allow him to remove the rest of the way. He gasped at he sight of her firm breasts, instantly finding himself latched greedily to her nipple before he could finish what he had been doing.

She arched against his mouth, pulling the material completely off. Gripping the blonde wet hair in her fingers she pressed herself into his body, in all the right places. Her hips slowly rocking back and forth, capturing his heated member between her soaked lips.

His hands found her slender hips and met her rocking motion with fury, his fingers marking her gentle body. As if they were inside each other’s minds, a breathless whimper came from them both, ‘Please’.

Gently lifting her hips, she waited to feel his tip at her entrance before sliding smoothly down over him, until she felt the resistance. Looking him in the eye with such lust and want, she nodded slowly, her fingers gripping his thick corded muscular shoulders, lifting slightly, she slammed down as he lifted up to meet her, the pain shooting through her center, but in such a good way.

He watched as tears filled her eyes, never spilling down her cheeks. He waited for her to move, reveling in the feel of her silken, smooth walls clutching him tightly. His hands ran up her sides to cup her firm breasts, her pink nipples standing out, begging for his touch. Distracting her was the only way to continue this, leaning forward he took her nipple in his mouth and gently ran circles around and over it until she was panting with need.

Feeling his mouth on her in such an intimate way sent her desire through the roof. She wanted to give into him totally, let him have control over her desires. Feeling the pain slowly subside as the juices within trickled down his shaft and onto their thighs she gently circled her hips experimentally.

Finally, she began moving on him once again. Quickly switching to her right breast, his left hand holding her body firmly upon his throbbing shaft he moved in the opposite direction. Smiling when he heard her gasp. Moving again he recognized the tight clenching of her walls as he hit her in ‘that’ place over and over again until he felt her body stiffen upon him.

Pulling her head down, he crushed her mouth with his as he thrust into her tightening walls, he was so close he couldn’t hold on, she was pulling him in and pushing him out with each pulse of desire as she cried out in ecstasy.

She felt warmth shoot deep within her when she cried out, his lips covering hers, his strong hands all over her glistening body, holding her tightly as he groaned with satisfaction. She fell forward, her head against his chest breathing raggedly.

“I can’t stop thinking about you either” he whispered in her ear.


~Fin

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I really hoped you liked it. Please stop in to let me know what you thought.
Now that it's out of my head I can continue with my everyday crazy life of no heat, 2 birthday parties to plan, bills to pay and writing updates for C,C,C.
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