Forbidden Secret
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Harry Potter › Het - Male/Female › Draco/Hermione
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Adult +
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4
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3,132
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Forbiddon Secret
Forbidden Secret
The swish of silk woke him, and groggily he stirred as a soft, cool hand caressed his naked thigh exposed to the drafty castle air. “Dee… wake up…” a voice whispered in his ear, followed by a soft kiss to his neck. His hand whipped up to clutch a handful of hair, and pulled the face back down as it withdrew; kissing the lips that just a moment ago raised goose bumps on his flesh. Passionately they both moaned, and entwined themselves to each other. “Dee… not here… they’ll wake up and we’ll be caught…” her voice whispered frantically. He growled and bit her lip, pushing her off him as he sat up and ran a hand through his hair. “Well, where to now?” he inquired, shooting her a frustrated look. Meeting his eyes she grinned. “Back to the Dungeons, the Room of Requirement, I rather enjoyed the bullwhip that was there the other night by the way, or the Shack” She said wickedly, getting a slap to the back of the head in response. In a flash he was out of bed, clutching her by the arm and down the hall they went, silent as ghosts.
Shutting the door and bolting it behind them, Draco whipped around to find Hermione already naked and lounging on her stomach across the low velvet-covered bed that appeared in the room, surrounded by candles. His eyes blazed at her as she looked back at him, that devilish smile that no one had seen but him. In a few quick movements he removed his dressing robe and stood before her, his pale skin and hair glowing in the candlelight. “Don’t move,” he growled as he slunk slowly on top of her, nibbling up her body, making her whimper as he did so.
“God, Hermione… why do you drive me so crazy… all I’ve wanted to do all day was this…” he whispered as he dragged his fingers across her thighs, and into the warm, wet crevice of her pussy. She arched her back, moaning as he stroked her inside and out, nibbles turning to passionate bites on her upper back and neck. “Yes…. Oh God Draco, don’t tease me tonight… please.” She said between gasps, his stroking turning from gentle to rough. She could feel his hard cock against her ass, and wiggled so it slid nearer to want she wanted. He chuckled and moved so she couldn’t get her way so easily. “Uh uh… I wanna do something I haven’t done yet.” He taunted. Flipping her on her back he threw her legs behind her head, and pinning her still, as he lowered his head to her pussy, and nibbled on her clit. She cried out, shuddering and thrusting her hips at him. He drove his tongue into her, over and over as he pinched and stroked her clit. Near screaming at his antics, she thrust her hips harder and faster. Near her climax he stopped, and she growled frustrated at him. Mounting her, he thrust his cock deep inside her, throwing her legs over his shoulders as she dug her nails into his ass.
“Oh, yes, Draco… fuck me baby!” she cried in his ear as he bit her neck hard. He obliged her, thrusting harder and harder, pounding her insides as hard as he could. Both near screaming in passion, she came first, her juices exploding around his cock, muscles milking him hard. He shuddered and bit her nipple, still thrusting as he came soon after her.
They lay still, he still atop and inside her, breathing hard. “God damn…” she whispered, panting, ”Why do you drive me so crazy?”
He chuckled, shaking his head. “I wonder that myself… no one would believe this has been happening since third year. Crabbe thinks I’m boning Pansy, and Goyle thinks I may be gay.”
She laughed. “Ginny is of the impression I’m sleeping with a 7th year who can break me in half by the look of him, and Harry and Ron refused to acknowledge I’m not a virgin.” They laughed heartily, and started to dress.
“Same time tomorrow night, love?” Draco asked her, helping her lace her nightgown back in place, planting a hot, passionate bite on her shoulder blade. “Hmmm, oh yes. This time, I’m on top.”
Hand in hand they left the room, the door disappearing behind them, and split up outside the Great Hall. “Maybe we should try the Quidditch Field when it gets warmer.” Draco sneered at her before departing, leaving her quivering as she walked away as well.
“Goodnight, my forbidden secret…”
“Goodnight, “he whispers so only the ghosts of the students past could hear, “my redeemer.”
The swish of silk woke him, and groggily he stirred as a soft, cool hand caressed his naked thigh exposed to the drafty castle air. “Dee… wake up…” a voice whispered in his ear, followed by a soft kiss to his neck. His hand whipped up to clutch a handful of hair, and pulled the face back down as it withdrew; kissing the lips that just a moment ago raised goose bumps on his flesh. Passionately they both moaned, and entwined themselves to each other. “Dee… not here… they’ll wake up and we’ll be caught…” her voice whispered frantically. He growled and bit her lip, pushing her off him as he sat up and ran a hand through his hair. “Well, where to now?” he inquired, shooting her a frustrated look. Meeting his eyes she grinned. “Back to the Dungeons, the Room of Requirement, I rather enjoyed the bullwhip that was there the other night by the way, or the Shack” She said wickedly, getting a slap to the back of the head in response. In a flash he was out of bed, clutching her by the arm and down the hall they went, silent as ghosts.
Shutting the door and bolting it behind them, Draco whipped around to find Hermione already naked and lounging on her stomach across the low velvet-covered bed that appeared in the room, surrounded by candles. His eyes blazed at her as she looked back at him, that devilish smile that no one had seen but him. In a few quick movements he removed his dressing robe and stood before her, his pale skin and hair glowing in the candlelight. “Don’t move,” he growled as he slunk slowly on top of her, nibbling up her body, making her whimper as he did so.
“God, Hermione… why do you drive me so crazy… all I’ve wanted to do all day was this…” he whispered as he dragged his fingers across her thighs, and into the warm, wet crevice of her pussy. She arched her back, moaning as he stroked her inside and out, nibbles turning to passionate bites on her upper back and neck. “Yes…. Oh God Draco, don’t tease me tonight… please.” She said between gasps, his stroking turning from gentle to rough. She could feel his hard cock against her ass, and wiggled so it slid nearer to want she wanted. He chuckled and moved so she couldn’t get her way so easily. “Uh uh… I wanna do something I haven’t done yet.” He taunted. Flipping her on her back he threw her legs behind her head, and pinning her still, as he lowered his head to her pussy, and nibbled on her clit. She cried out, shuddering and thrusting her hips at him. He drove his tongue into her, over and over as he pinched and stroked her clit. Near screaming at his antics, she thrust her hips harder and faster. Near her climax he stopped, and she growled frustrated at him. Mounting her, he thrust his cock deep inside her, throwing her legs over his shoulders as she dug her nails into his ass.
“Oh, yes, Draco… fuck me baby!” she cried in his ear as he bit her neck hard. He obliged her, thrusting harder and harder, pounding her insides as hard as he could. Both near screaming in passion, she came first, her juices exploding around his cock, muscles milking him hard. He shuddered and bit her nipple, still thrusting as he came soon after her.
They lay still, he still atop and inside her, breathing hard. “God damn…” she whispered, panting, ”Why do you drive me so crazy?”
He chuckled, shaking his head. “I wonder that myself… no one would believe this has been happening since third year. Crabbe thinks I’m boning Pansy, and Goyle thinks I may be gay.”
She laughed. “Ginny is of the impression I’m sleeping with a 7th year who can break me in half by the look of him, and Harry and Ron refused to acknowledge I’m not a virgin.” They laughed heartily, and started to dress.
“Same time tomorrow night, love?” Draco asked her, helping her lace her nightgown back in place, planting a hot, passionate bite on her shoulder blade. “Hmmm, oh yes. This time, I’m on top.”
Hand in hand they left the room, the door disappearing behind them, and split up outside the Great Hall. “Maybe we should try the Quidditch Field when it gets warmer.” Draco sneered at her before departing, leaving her quivering as she walked away as well.
“Goodnight, my forbidden secret…”
“Goodnight, “he whispers so only the ghosts of the students past could hear, “my redeemer.”