Chapter 44
Draco Malfoy leaned against the doorway of the grand library, watching Hermione intently. She had taken his invitation seriously, spending almost all her time among the ancient tomes.
He moved behind her silently, his hands resting on her shoulders. Hermione stiffened, then relaxed as he massaged her tense muscles. “Enjoying yourself?” he murmured.
“Yes,” she replied, distracted.
Draco’s hands slid down her arms, guiding her stand and then to sit on his lap with her back facing him. He positioned her so she could still hold her book, her body pressed against his. Slowly, he lifted her skirt and positioned himself between her legs, entering her with practiced ease.
“Keep reading,” he instructed, his voice low.
Hermione picked up the book, trying to focus as Draco moved slowly, each thrust deliberate. He loved the way her breath hitched and her hands trembled as she turned the pages.
“You’re so good at this,” he whispered against her ear. “Keeping me warm.”
Hermione moaned softly, her body betraying her arousal. Draco’s hands slid down, teasing her, making her gasp. “Don’t lose your place,” he teased.
Hermione forced her eyes open, determined to read. Draco smirked, increasing his pace, his satisfaction growing as he watched her struggle. Finally, he felt her tense, her breath coming in gasps. He let go, his release triggering hers. Hermione’s book fell from her hands as she clung to his arms, trembling.
Draco held her close, savoring the moment. “You were wonderful,” he murmured, kissing her neck. “But next time, try not to lose your place.”
Hermione gave him a tired, half-smile. “I’ll try,” she replied shakily.