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works/1043829.
  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      F/M
  Fandom:
      Harry_Potter_-_Fandom
  Relationship:
      Hermione/Draco
  Additional Tags:
      Smut, PWP, Dirty_Talk, Het, Creampie
  Stats:
      Published: 2013-11-14 Words: 1012
****** Clandestine Affair ******
by Moit
Summary
     This is a one-shot PWP written for YoflamRettopReverof for being the
     100th reviewer on How Do You Want Me. It's just a little Hermione/
     Draco smutlet.
Notes
     I did it! I wrote the het fic. Slash writer 1 het fic 0. Hah. So here
     goes nothing.. It's a Draco/Hermione PWP. Kinda hot, but it's still
     het, so you have been warned. This was written for
     YoflamRettopReverof.
Hermione walked down the stone corridor, making her nightly rounds. As the
Gryffindor Prefect, it was her job to patrol the hallways surrounding the Tower
to make sure nobody was sneaking in or out of the Tower. Fortunately, she was
the only one who intended to do any sneaking that night.
Shortly after midnight, when her rounds were over, she made her way quickly and
silently to Moaning Myrtle's lavatory. Looking both ways, Hermione assured
nobody was around before entering the dark room. The door closed with a slight
thud that echoed through the loo.
Before she could react, a hand covered her mouth and a firm male body pressed
her against the wall. Another hand slid up underneath her jumper to palm an
ample breast through the silky material of her bra.
"What took you so long?" the male intruder asked, removing his hand from her
mouth and sliding it down to wrap around her waist, holding her tightly against
his erection.
"I was on duty tonight," Hermione groaned. She laced her fingers with the ones
around her waist and tried to slide the man's hand lower.
"You have to ask for it, if you want it, Hermione," he purred in her ear as he
rolled a rosy nipple to a sharp point. The little buds were straining against
her bra and she could feel the wetness begin to coat her thighs.
"Gods, Draco," she sighed, dropping her head back on his shoulder.
"Tell me what you want, baby," he said, sliding his hand across her chest to
tease the other nipple.
Hermione wrapped her arms around Draco's neck, arching herself into the wall.
"I want you to touch me."
"I am touching you," Draco replied, licking the length of Hermione's jaw.
"I want you to touch me lower," the girl pleaded, squirming as the fire between
her thighs mounted.
Draco moved his hand lower, caressing the soft skin of her belly. "How's this?"
Hermione let out a soft moan. "Touch my pussy, Draco. Please."
Draco smirked into her shoulder. "I love when you submit to me." He placed his
palm firmly against the inside of Hermione's knee. Sliding his hand upward, he
took her skirt with it. When Draco got to the damp knickers, Hermione sucked in
a sharp breath. She thrust her hips into his hand, trying to get more friction
on her sensitive core.
"Take your knickers down for me, Hermione."
Although her breath was coming in ragged pants, she managed to squeeze out,
"All right."
Relinquishing her hold on Draco's neck, Hermione hooked her thumbs in the
waistband of her knickers. As she lowered them, she pressed her bottom into
Draco, eliciting a groan from the blond.
Draco steadied a hand on her hips as the Gryffindor straightened herself. He
placed his free hand once more against Hermione's mouth before stroking a thumb
over her full lips.
"Open your mouth," he whispered. When Hermione obeyed the command, Draco slid
his first two digits into the warm cavern. He worked his fingers over her
tongue in an erotic parody. "Do you like that?" he whispered harshly into her
ear.
A choked moan was his only response. Draco slipped his fingers down her torso
and under the waistband of her pleated skirt. Hermione braced her hands against
wall to steady herself, once more pressing her bottom into Draco's crotch.
The blond hissed at the contact. His hand ghosted over the damp curls between
Hermione's legs. He rubbed the tip of his middle finger over the small numb he
found there. When Hermione let out a moan of pleasure, Draco redoubled his
efforts.
He gently pushed one, then two fingers into the Gryffindor's tight opening.
Draco moved his fingers slowly, trying to build the girl's arousal. She was
completely soaking his hand and Draco knew she was almost ready. He began
working his fingers in and out of her quickly as he thumb circled her clit in
fast strokes.
"Oh, oh, Draco," Hermione panted, "I'm going to come!"
Draco pulled his hands away and spun her around. He pressed the girl back
against the wall and kissed her full on the mouth. His tongue flicked in and
out of her mouth, effectively rendering Hermione speechless.
"You are not to come until I tell you to."
Hermione threw her head back with a sigh. Draco latched onto the hot vein he
found there as he hastily undid his trousers with one hand.
"Look at me, Hermione," he said, grabbing her chin in his hand. He stared into
her deep brown eyes as he lifted her leg at the knee and plunged deeply into
her wet folds. Hermione keened and threw her head forward onto Draco's
shoulder.
The blond repeated the action, throwing Hermione into the wall every time.
Speeding up his thrusts, he sneaked his hand between them to frig Hermione's
clit. The Gryffindor clutched Draco's biceps.
"Draco, I'm so close."
Draco kept his pace quick and steady. "I'm almost there, baby. Don't come until
I tell you."
Hermione groaned in frustration.
Draco bit his lip, threw his head back as he plunged in once more, and held
himself there by Hermione's hips. "Come for me now, baby."
Hermione's mouth opened in a silent scream as completion wracked her body. The
rhythmic clenching of her muscles was too much for Draco to handle. He worked
the muscles of his as, emptying himself I the Gryffindor's body as his own
release over took him.
Hermione let her leg fall back down to the ground as she slumped against the
blond.
Draco struggled to catch his breath. He smoothed the hair back from Hermione's
face. "Same time next week, yeah?" he asked between breaths.
"Yes," Hermione replied.
Draco refastened his zips and left without another word.
Hermione picked up her soiled knickers. She balled them up and shoved them down
the front of her jumper. With a last look around the loo, she opened the door
and headed down the dark corridor with her rival's come running down the back
of her thighs.
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