Chapter 67
Draco pushed Astoria's body forcefully against the sturdy mahogany desk, her breath coming in ragged gasps as he slid his hands up her skirt. The room was dark, lit only by the dim glow of a few enchanted lanterns, casting long shadows across the walls of his father's office.
"I'll be quick," Draco muttered under his breath, his voice low and husky as his fingers dug into her hips. "I just need to take the edge off after dealing with my father."
Astoria gasped as she felt him push inside her, the raw need in his movements unmistakable. She braced herself against the desk, the cool surface pressing into her skin as Draco’s thrusts grew more frantic, more desperate.
Astoria bit her lip, feeling Draco’s urgency, the frustration he tried to rid himself of through her. She gripped the edge of the desk, her breath shallow as she leaned into him, allowing herself to focus on the moment.
“Draco,” she moaned, her voice barely audible. “I’m so wet thinking about how we’ll be back at school in a few days. I don’t want us to be apart like this again.”
His pace quickened at her words, the rawness of their shared desire fueling him. Draco’s grip tightened on her waist, his breath coming in ragged bursts as he leaned down, his lips brushing against her ear.
“We won’t be,” he grunted, his voice heavy with lust. “No more hiding. You, me… and her.”
Astoria’s eyes fluttered closed, her mind drifting to Hermione. The idea of returning to Hogwarts, where they could all be together again, sent a rush of heat through her. “I want it, Draco,” she whispered, arching her back to meet his relentless pace. “I want us all together.”
Draco responded with a deep growl, his movements becoming even more demanding. The thought of what awaited them back at school—of Hermione between them—pushed him closer to the edge. He bent lower, his teeth grazing the nape of her neck as he slammed into her with increasing intensity.
“Say it,” he commanded, his voice rough. “Tell me what you want.”
“I want her,” Astoria gasped, her body trembling beneath him. “I want her besides us again, Draco. I never want to be without her.”
With a final, shuddering thrust, Draco groaned, releasing into her as he buried his face in her hair. The office was silent except for the sound of their breathing, both of them lost in the aftermath of their brief coupling.
Draco pulled out slowly, still catching his breath as he stepped back, adjusting his clothes with the same detached indifference he always had after moments like this. Astoria straightened, smoothing down her skirt as she turned to face him, her gaze heated but her mind already drifting toward thoughts of what lay ahead.
“We’ll have her soon enough,” Draco said with a smirk, running a hand through his tousled hair. “And when we do, it’ll be just like old times.”
Astoria nodded, her heart racing at the thought of Hermione back in their clutches. She smiled, leaning in to press a soft kiss to Draco’s cheek before slipping past him to return to his mother and her parents that awaited them in the lounge.