Horny after midnight
Being the studious girl that I am, while all my other Gryffindor classmates have shut their brains for the night, I have remained down at the common room, proof reading my assignments due in the following days.
I know well it's definitely past midnight. But sometimes, you need to sacrifice parts of your life in order to accomodate for a high quality education.
I spend another twenty minutes proof reading my defence against the dark arts essay until the beginnings of sleep finally possessed my cognitive processes.
I illuminate my wand to give me light as I crawl up to my dormitory.
But as I open the door, I nearly haul a protective spell at the prominent shadow that is so freakishly sprawled on my bed. Luckily, I didn't as my very sharp senses immediately discovered that the silhouette's lazy and cock demeanour belonged to no one other than Draco Malfoy.
Even with the minimal light warming the room up, no darkness could hinder his arrogant, yet frustratingly infatuating smile from my sight. "Hey there, Granger."
"Jesus Christ, Draco! I could have seriously injured you! What on earth are you doing here anyway? How did you get here?"
Malfoy ignites a red hue of light into my room with his wand. Propped in the corner of my dormitory, where my luggage sits, so does his fire bolt broomstick. Along with that, my eyes draw to the night airy breeze that sweeps through my open window.
That is absolutely barbaric.
I prop my hands on my waist, staring down at my mischievous Slytherin boyfriend who holds the school rules at the same regard as his punctuality to breakfast. 'What you did was undeniably, unequivocally absurd and you should be extremely lucky that Filch wasn't on his nightly strolls around the Castle."
Of course, representing the archetype of a typical free reigning rebel, Draco barely batters an eyelids to my underlying concern. Instead, he leans forward and extends his hand out to me, "You really think I give a rat's arse about him. Who gives a shit. Now enough with you lecturing me, and get your cute arse on this bed."
Before I started going out with Malfoy, I was a strong headed with morals and never gave in until I sensed the true intentions of the opposing party. But somehow, in sixth year, he hypnotised me with his crisp black suits and emotions that proved to me he wasn't his father's robot - but a damaged boy who just needed a little love.
When it comes to him, my major downfall is that he's my crippling weakness. One deep gaze into his glorious, emerald eyes and my strength liquefies into an ocean of pumpkin juice.
Exhibit A - right now. The way he's draped over my bed, like a model I've seen in many of those muggle prestige magazines back home, seduction fumigates from his demeanour, and into his untouchable lustrous eyes.
Even a strong, diligent witch as myself has her limits. So hesitantly, I crawl onto the bed and into the comforting arms of Draco. I sigh a silent breath of serene pleasure as an asphyxiating aroma of peppermint and spice radiates from his skin, swiftly coursing the arousal between my thighs.
"I missed you today," Draco murmurs into my wild, untamed forests of hair. "Bloody Quidditch practice went on forever. Then, I had countless of assignments I had to catch up on," Draco rolls his eyes exaggeratedly, "sometimes I don't know how you do it, Mione. This was the only opportunity to get some alone time with you."
Stress lines visibly overtake his smooth and supple porcelain skin. "Ugh, sometimes I was I was a muggle. Never thought I'd say that, but here I am." Beneath his gaze, lies a heated river of distress and irritation. Maybe there's some way I can help him relax.
I loll my thighs over his waist until I'm straddling him. In all confidence, I leave a small flutter of kisses along Draco's jawline. He moans quietly yet intensely in response. "In that case, let me be the one to ease your stress."
A sparkle of enthusiasm glistens profusely in Draco's crisp, emerald eyes. His fll, peachy lips twist vigorously into a merciless smile. "You have my full consent, Granger. Do to me what your naughty little mind is too scared to do to me in public."
Oh I will do you alright.
Without contemplating much thought into it, my hands scour under his Slytherin sweatshirt, slithering around his supple, velvety skin. Then I quickly haul the shirt from his body; he grins a villainous smirk as my eyes growl over his defined, perfected physique.
I proceed to careen my lips down his chest, embracing every flawless piece of Draco. His pulse dances rapidly from every inch of skin - he breathes out silent incoherencies as my lips trace over his torso.
His skin ripples immensely over his strong, rigid muscles, contracting in arousal. "Please, Granger," he growls breathlessly.
I've now roamed down to his waist, having a clear, explicit view of the massive bulge contorting his sweatpants. The blood is thick and simmering in his cock, solidified into position. My eyes triumph his pleading face with mischief while my fingers simultaneously tug his sweatpants down his thighs.
By the time they are wrapped loosely around his legs, his cock juts out, proud and liberated. A glistening sheen of pre-cum already soaks his tip; this amplifies the arousal that is now moistening my panties.
Draco's breath strains and wheezes at the simple, delicate reaction of my fingers caressing over his impressively large cock. "No teasing me, Granger. Not now, I just need to feel relief."
The undying, desperate gruff of his pleading voice is menacing yet sexy. There's something so addicting about being able to witness a stubborn, incorrigible man freely surrender himself to you.
In response, I simply say, "Yes, sir." My mouth widens over his erection. Deep rigid groans involuntarily discombobulate from his throat as I begin to pump my mouth over his cock senselessly.
I don't spare any boundaries. I tear into the deep desires of his sexual pleasure, taking him to the back of my throat. Draco's moans louden in the dead, desolate midnight silence. I don't stop there though.
As Malfoy arches his back to lengthen himself into my mouth, my fingers rake to his behind and gnaw themselves into the tight, rigorous flesh of his arse. "Fuck, Granger. Yes, just like that."
I keep pumping into him, feeling his stiff cock jolt with a string of hot, white electricity. When it scrapes the back of my throat, I don't gag. I've sucked his cock enough times to grow immune to the peculiar and heavy sensation.
All I am now is blinded by pure, lustrous ecstasy.
Malfoy entangles his long, lanky fingers into the roots of my hair, clasping hold tightly as he nears his orgasm. "Oh fuck. Granger...." My lips delicately wrap over his tip for a few moments before he hits his crescendo and a salty, tsunami comes crashing out into my mouth.
I leave nothing to spare. I vacuum up every drop of his release, and gulp it down in blissful satisfaction.
I peer up at my boyfriend; his prominent cheekbones are flustered and possessed by a flush red, and his neck is cocked to the ceiling, eyes shimmering with a post orgasmic glow. When he eventually looks my way, he exhibits a lazy smile. "My, my Granger, I can see now that it's not only academics that you certainly thrive in."
I straighten myself into a sitting position before hauling my body from the bed. "As you said Malfoy, I'm doing to you what I don't get to do in the school halls." Standing adjacently from him, I begin stripping myself of my sleep garments. Draco's throat trembles furiously as he revels in more of my bare skin.
Soon, his bright emerald eyes are outcasted by a soft, gooey yet large centre of his black dilated pupils. Apart from a skimpy bralette that barely isolates my cleavage, I stand there, naked and slicked with confidence.
I observe him humorously as his cock hardens once more. His perfect face is burdened with such sexual tension, even a simple spell cannot disarm it. His hand clasps hold of his cock, cradling and stroking it thoroughly.
Even the sight in itself is incredibly hot and seductive.
"If you don't want me to come again so soon and quickly, I suggest you come and ride me now," he commands in a low, masculine voice.
As if he's my master and I'm his house elf, I oblige submissively. At a medium pace, I advance myself towards the be, and climb upon Draco's naked lap. My body manoeuvres itself so my entrance is hovering directly above his cock.
Then slowly, my sexual thirst is quenched by a raging, distinct yet satisfying fullness as I ease myself onto his erection. Positioning my arms around his broad shoulders, I'm masked away from the confines of my dorm when Draco smashes his lips to mine.
Fire dominates between us. I feel it everywhere; from the long, thorough and passionate strokes of his tongue in my mouth, to the rigid, abrupt and short thrusts slamming him in and out of me. One of his hands scoop down and lightly spanks one of my arse cheeks, conjuring up a painful pleasure of bliss that ignites my insides with smoke and red, hot blistering flames.
Draco's other hand pushes down the straps of my bralette, and a loud, sloppy moan cascades from my vocal cords when he takes one of my erect nipples between his teeth. He nubs and sucks on it, twisting my core into a noose of ecstasy.
My thighs roar with the aching euphoria that makes me feel airborne; a powerful, fearless Phoenix striking through the sky. Our hearty, heavy breaths interweave together, igniting that sense of euphoria into a senseless, indestructible sound.
His large cock begins to exhale a colourful explosion of fireworks and stars merging together. It's such a beautiful, iridescent chaos, it makes reality seem dull and unexciting.
"Oh god, Draco..." I tilt my head into his neck, moaning and kissing the place where his pulse is the most erratic.
I thrust faster and harder, trying to chase the orgasm that I'm at the brink of touching. Draco's masculine breaths intensify, and his eyes momentarily close, drinking up the music that our bodies orchestrate together.
My skin stings as Draco's taut, lanky fingers dig into both of my thighs. I'm consumed by him; every kiss he leaves on my breasts, chest, neck and lips, he overwhelms me in so many good ways.
I linger over the edge of my orgasm, panting restlessly and feeling the simmering urge of my release holler in my core.
"Fuck, Mione. I can't hold on much longer," Draco moans helplessly and breathlessly. We kiss again, this time, more sloppy and breathy, yet still as hot and attractive as earlier.
Draco's muscles harden until it no longer feels like I'm embraced by skin, but stone. We shortly reach the peaks of our intense, mind blowing orgasms; I'm temporarily blinded by a plethora of glistening colours, and ecstasy fuels my veins. "Fuck!" I yell abruptly.
My muscles contract tensely, before eventually melting into my release. Draco follows short, spilling out all his energy into me.
Neither of us talk for a short while as we slowly settle from such a magnetic state of bliss. We hold onto each other, still breathing heavily as if the promise of tomorrow is not guaranteed.
"Fuck," Draco tilts his head up to me. Compared to the sexy seducer he was only minutes ago, there's now almost an adorning and childish glint to his eye. "Sex with you Hermione is otherworldly. Thank you for tonight."
I chuckle lightly, playing with the strands of his crisp blonde hair. "Yeah, but din't think this going to become an ongoing thing, Casanova."