“Dueling” session
“I’m so sorry. I’m an idiot, it’s my fault.” Draco had been pleading with Hermione for twenty minutes now. She gave him the silent treatment after his little show the other day.
She came into the room without meeting his eye. She plopped on to the chaise and popped open Hogwarts a History. Draco immediately understood he was in trouble.
His knees would not forgive him for this one. Twenty-five minutes of groveling on his knees and begging later, she finally met his eye.
Hermione put her book aside and crossed her arms. He was rather randy ever since the incident caused by his gormless actions.
He would like nothing more than a repeat performance, especially now that he’s sound of mind and not about to be caught. Although the thrill of almost being caught does shoot arousal right to his cock.
He waited patiently. Touch me please sweet Salazar. She hadn’t given him a second of her attention for too long (a day and a half) and he felt like he was going to explode.
“I want to practice dueling.”
“Yes, okay.”
He agreed to quickly. He should really be thinking twice, his witch was powerful, especially when she was angry.
The room instantly cleared the path of books and shelves to make room for the two. Hermione unbuttoned the top two buttons of her uniform and Draco watched, eyes drinking her in.
They both positioned themselves. “I don’t know how far you’ve gone with Potter but, try to spread your legs a little further.” His poor choice of words flooded his mind with other types of leg spreading. Gods. Can he even get through this without thinking of taking her right on the floor?
She rolled her eyes but did it anyway. At the raise of her wand, Draco had a protego at the tip of his tongue.
“Stupify.” Her dainty wrist flicked.
Draco’s shield was fast. She let out a few spells in quick succession. His strategy was always to let the other person wear themselves out before he got on offense.
She was good. Draco was filled with relief that she was practicing. Her safety was his priority.
It was Draco’s turn now. He threw a few harmless spells. She blocked them with ease.
“Don’t raise your elbow too much there, you’ll throw off your balance.”
“Make sure you tighten your grip.”
He yelled corrections as she took him on.
Hermione rarely spoke. She threw wicked glares his way. He could see the dampness of her shirt and the sweat building at her forehead. He could lick it all off for her. She need only ask.
She became frustrated when a light stinging jinx grazed her thigh.
“Fuck!” She grunted. Draco needed her to be quick on her feet so he went for another without waiting for her.
It hit her again. “FUCK- you arse!”
“In a real duel, they won’t wait for you to catch your breath.” He panted. Both of them were sweaty now.
“I know that.” She hissed angrily.
As the duel progressed they closed the distance. Draco was becoming increasingly distracted. She smelled delicious. He could bet a million galleons she tasted even better when she was all sweaty and spent.
His aim was getting worse as his eyes traveled up and down her body as she fought back.
Her upper lip was also damp with sweat and he kept looking at it, wondering what it tasted like. She bit her lip in concentration and his eyes followed.
She was getting increasingly angrier at him as his stinging jinxes met her. The tension in the room was palpable.
He needed to concentrate out of it before she hit him with something-
“Locomotor mortis!”
Draco fell to the ground with a thump. His back hit the floor as the leg locking curse bound him. At the same time that Hermione’s curse hit him, his rictusempra hit her right in the abdomen, causing her to buckle over and expose her chest to Draco.
“Finte-“ Hermione was about to counter the tickling charm when Draco grabbed her ankle and pulled her down on top of him.
She writhed as she tried to fight the torture of the tickling, causing a positively delightful pressure on his groin.
He flipped her over and countered the spell wandlessly. He would claim this as being a part of his training but in reality he was incredibly turned on.
“They’re going to attack your mind when you’re at your weakest or distracted.”
He dove right into her neck kissing her and nipping at her pulse point.
“I’m going to enter your mind. Try to focus.”
Legilimency was easy for Draco. He was a natural and trained occlumens. Legilimency was an added skill.
He ground his hips into hers as he kissed. He heard a faint whimper before he entered her mind.
She was fast. Her walls came up quickly. The cracks were there, but not obvious to the untrained. The Dark Lord was trained though. He needed her to perfect that.
He slipped past and looked for anything the dark lord would. Information about Potter, the order, and the D.A. She blocked him with a bit of struggle.
She sent him into random useless memories of her friends. Draco moved back to the old ones. Suddenly she changed tactics, showing him memories of him.
This peaked his interest so he let her.
One moment in question was of third year. The fateful day he decided to act on his feelings.
Hermione slapped the living daylights out of him. He felt it like it had just happened.
The moment being a pleasurable one for him, caused him to loose his grip.
He slipped out of her mind as fast as he had gone in. He felt it. His arousal and her satisfaction when she did it. Being able to feel her in the moment had him incredibly turned on.
He abandoned the “lesson” and started kissing her in earnest. She kissed him back, roughly.
She bit his lip and pulled his hair. “You’re a bloody idiot.” She breathed between kisses.
“You like it.” He responded breathlessly. It was true. He saw it in her mind, she tried really hard to deny him but yet here she was.
“Mm- fuck you.”
“Yes, please.”
They stayed like that for a while. They were right at the edge. He could come just from this. Kissing her and grinding into her. Just when the pressure was enough, she would stop. Again and again. She rubbed him through his trousers.
Over and over, she denied him release.
“Please- ah!”
She stopped again and pushed off of him. With a devilish smirk she crawled back on top of him.
“That, was your punishment.” She whispered into his ear. She got up this time and walked back to the chaise.
Draco laid on the floor panting, cock hard, and successfully edged.