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hermionegranger79:

Hermione whined into his mouth as he started cupping her breasts and she pressed her cunt into his crotch, rubbing herself against the hard on she felt there. A part of her felt victorious at the fact that she managed to arouse him but at the same…

Draco nearly growled when she stopped him, panting slightly. He pulled away from her slightly, pulling Hermione to his feet and jerking her closer to him. He needed her, and he couldn’t quite explain why. Did he love her? Was he committed to her? Or was this all just his emotions acting on impulse?

Fuck, it was confusing.

“Then where?” He asked, his eyes hooded with lust.

hermionegranger79:

Hermione whined into his mouth as he started cupping her breasts and she pressed her cunt into his crotch, rubbing herself against the hard on she felt there. A part of her felt victorious at the fact that she managed to arouse him but at the same time she couldn’t help but wonder whether any girl rubbing herself on him would do the same.

Draco gave a low grunt of approval when she began rubbing herself against him, and Draco moaned into her mouth. She tasted delicious and forbidden, and as confused as he was, kissing her; touching her somehow felt right. Panting slightly, Draco’s hands snaked down, and he slid one hand under her knickers. He pressed two fingers against her cunt and began rubbing slowly, taking her bottom lip between both of his and sucking on the plush and velvety lip slowly.

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hermionegranger79:

Hermione’s back arched into his hand as she felt it slide down her body and touch her in the places he hadn’t touched her in a while. She growled and pushed herself towards him, straddling his lap right there in the hallway and kissing him deeply. She missed his scent and taste and the way her body reacted to him, missed it so much she was convinced she wouldn’t care if they got caught.

“You’re mine,” she managed to growl possessively against his lips as she broke the kiss, their eyes meeting. “You’ll always will be, Draco, mine only. She’s nothing, you can feel it, I know you can’t. Tell me you don’t feel anything now?” She whispered heatedly as her lips slid down his neck, her tongue licking up his heated skin.

Before Draco could make much sense of anything, she was straddling his lap, and had broken the kiss. He cleared his throat, listening to her and trying to make sense of the situation. Feeling her skin against his did, in fact, feel different than it had when Elizabeth would give him gentle caresses. This felt like…home, almost, as ridiculous as it sounded.

“I—I just—” Draco struggled, the words becoming strangled as Hermione’s lips brushed down his neck. He couldn’t deny it; he couldn’t deny that he felt something for her—whether it was just a physical attraction or stronger, he didn’t know. He shifted in his seat, the bulge in his trousers rubbing against her sweet, clothed cunt, and a gasp escaped his lips. He slid his hands under her bra and cupped one of her breasts, kneading the soft mound and pinching her nipple.

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hermionegranger79:

Hermione almost made a frustrating sound at the back of her throat and grabbed his hair, slamming her lips against her own. She kissed him slowly at first, not opening his mouth with her tongue, allowing herself to remember what it was like to have him like that and then her tongue slowly opened his lips, waiting for him to respond. She made a small moaning noise at the back of her throat and her teeth grazed his lower lip once, her eyes closed.

Draco’s eyes widened when she slammed her lips against his, and he froze as she kissed him. He blinked, his eyes watching her as she struggled to kiss him slowly. When her tongue moved to flick against his mouth, his lips slowly opened, and Draco’s eyes fluttered closed. He leaned into the kiss, a soft groan of content bubbling from the back of his throat. One hand moved to cup the back of her neck as they kissed, the other sliding own her body. He felt the outline of her breast and cupped it through the fabric of her shirt gently, his tongue rolling around and brushing against hers.

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hermionegranger79:

dracosdarkmark:

hermionegranger79:

Hermione tensed at the mention of Elizabeth and every bone in her body wished to get up and have her way with the twat. She had gone too far and Hermione’d had enough of it. She was going to pay even if it was the last thing Hermione did.

“You don’t love her… she’s put you under a potion, Draco… Look at me,” she whispered and touched his face, wanting him to turn around. “Please?”

Draco flinched slightly when her hand brushed against his face, yet he was shocked to discover that her touch was oddly, comforting. Slowly, he turned to face her, confusion clouding his features. He leaned closer, his tongue brushing against his lips before he deigned to speak.

“What’s going on, Granger?” He asked, his throat aching.

Hermione’s stomach rolled uncomfortably when he flinched at her touch, but she decided to stay calm. This was expected - he was confused after all and she had to understand that he wasn’t sure whether she was who she was and whether he loved Elizabeth.

“She gave you a love potion… I wish you would remember it… I’ll help you, I promise. And then I’ll deal with her.”

Draco stared at her, the fog of confusion thickening. His brows knit together and his lips tugged into a frown of sorts as he struggled to remember, but to no avail. Fuck, it was so infuriating and confusing, and Draco wanted nothing more than to forget the rest of the world and just disappear.

“And why would you do that?” He pressed, scooting closer.

hermionegranger79:

Hermione tensed at the mention of Elizabeth and every bone in her body wished to get up and have her way with the twat. She had gone too far and Hermione’d had enough of it. She was going to pay even if it was the last thing Hermione did.

“You don’t love her… she’s put you under a potion, Draco… Look at me,” she whispered and touched his face, wanting him to turn around. “Please?”

Draco flinched slightly when her hand brushed against his face, yet he was shocked to discover that her touch was oddly, comforting. Slowly, he turned to face her, confusion clouding his features. He leaned closer, his tongue brushing against his lips before he deigned to speak.

“What’s going on, Granger?” He asked, his throat aching.

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She tried hard not to flinch at his cold reply and remained quiet, blinking a few times as to calm herself and not say something which would complicate things further.

“I was… I just got back from… my rounds. I was doing rounds all night. So…” she scooted a bit closer, yearning to touch his face and kiss him. She hoped he hadn’t done anything with Elizabeth, hadn’t betrayed her in the moment of confusion, but her heart knew the result might be completely the opposite.

“How are you?”

Draco listened to her in silence, staring at the aged stone floor of the castle. He rested his elbows on his knees, his face impassive as he only half-listened to her. His ears were ringing slightly and he blinked the haze away from his eyes, giving a slight hum in response to indicate that he’d heard her at all.

“I’m…Elizabeth won’t leave me alone,” He said with a sigh, rubbing his eyes. “She says that I love her, but she…won’t let me do anything without her.”

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hermionegranger79:

dracosdarkmark:

Draco didn’t understand what the hell was even going on anymore. His head was pounding, the potions he’d brewed for himself weren’t working properly, and he was just…done. He didn’t enjoy the fact that he couldn’t seem to comprehend anything lately, nor did he seem to understand what the deal with Elizabeth and Granger were.

Sighing, Draco moved through the halls silently, finding a nearby bench and flopping down on it, groaning and leaning back. He just needed peace.

Hermione had spent all night in the Forbidden forest, waiting for one of the key elements for her potion to bloom in the moon light. As it was, she needed to wait till the full moon and she cursed herself and her rash decision to not sleep all night, thinking of ways to take the herb she needed without having to wait for it to grow. She moved through the hallways and stopped dead in her tracks at the sight of Draco, fighting off the urge to run to him and shake him silly. She needed to be cool about this and not overwhelm him, not even sure how much potion Elizabeth was giving to him.

“Draco..?” She said slowly and moved closer, biting her lip. “Can I sit down?”

Draco blinked twice, lifting his gaze to Hermione. He let out a low sigh of sorts, shaking his head stiffly and scooting over to make room for her. He didn’t understand how he felt—he was supposed to hate her, Elizabeth had even said so herself, yet for some reason, he found it impossible. His teeth sunk into the inside of his cheek, and his silver eyes lifted to lock onto her hazel ones, confusion clouding his features.

“What are you doing here?” He rasped.

Draco didn’t understand what the hell was even going on anymore. His head was pounding, the potions he’d brewed for himself weren’t working properly, and he was just…done. He didn’t enjoy the fact that he couldn’t seem to comprehend anything lately, nor did he seem to understand what the deal with Elizabeth and Granger were.

Sighing, Draco moved through the halls silently, finding a nearby bench and flopping down on it, groaning and leaning back. He just needed peace.