His hands grabbed her thighs, pulling them even further apart. He spoke softly, watching as her body ached and wheeped for his touch. “Look at you…” He smirked when her eyes flicked to look above her head, meeting her own reflection in the mirror stuck to the ceiling right above his bed.
She sucked in a breath when she saw herself laying there; hands tied above her head with his tie… her dark, curls spread out against the cream coloured sheets of the bed… Her cheeks tinted pink… her lips swollen from kisses and love bites…
Her chest was rising and falling with deep, wanting breaths. She was going to lose it if he didn’t touch her soon.
“Draco, please-” She let out a breathy moan and managed a few words in between.
“Hm,” He hummed, placing his hands on his thighs and watching her ache from the foot of the bed, still kneeling in front of her. Her eyes were still on the mirror, not watching him instead of herself. “Back to first names, are we?”
He let out a chuckle when she tried to fight against her restraints. “Granger,” He spoke her name, meeting her eyes in the mirror above them. “What is it you want?”
“You know damn well what-”
“Is that any way to talk to me?” Draco asked, moving so he was laying next to her. “Isn't that how we got ourselves into this little situation in the first place?”
He began to absent-mindedly run his fingers up and down her chest, causing goosebumps to rise from her pale, creamy skin. “Now, I’m going to ask you again…” He spoke low into her ear before moving back to kneel in front of her. “What do you want?”
“You.” She moaned. “I want- need- you, Draco.”
Without saying another word, he thrusted his hands under her body, pulling her closer to him. He dove his tongue into her cunt, causing a loud moan to erupt from her lungs. Draco dragged his tongue all the way up her slit before pulling away completely.
They both groaned at the loss of contact when he let go of her and climbed off the bed. “Fuck-” He huffed, whiping his mouth with the back of his hand. “Hermione,” He whispered, her eyes met his in the mirror. “This is not something friends do together.” He smirked when he saw her swallow hard.
“Draco-”
He shook his head, grabbing her by her ankles and pulling her to the edge of the bed. There, he knelt in front of her once again. He watched as her eyes fluttered closed as his hot breath hit her core.
“Friends do not eat their friends' cunts, Hermione.” SHe let out a moan once again.
“I- I had to say it… It woul-d have blo-wn our c-cover…” She managed to get a sentence out as his breath teasingly blew against her aching center.
“What did we agree on before going to that party, Hermione?” He said quietly, watching her closed eyes in the mirror.
“T-that we would go p-public…”
“And what did you do instead?” He smirked when he saw her take a deep, calming breath, trying to contain herself.
“I l-lied.”
“What did you say?”
“That w-we were jus-t-” She paused. “-friends.”
“And there it is.” Draco smirked, pulling her thighs even further apart, allowing him access to everything. “Tell me, Hermione… what are we?” He paused. “Truly.”
“We- we are-” She groaned when she felt him leave a soft and subtle kiss on her swollen clit. “I’m yours.” She breathed out.
“Fucking Merlin-” Draco’s reslove had just snapped. He pulled her even closer to him so her cunt was inches away from his mouth and groaned. “Open your fucking eyes, Hermione.”
She did. She opened them and kept them locked on his in the mirror. “I want you to watch me eat your cunt, got it?” She moaned, loud, arching her back away from the mattress beneath her.
“Yes,”
“Good.” He smirked before plunging his tongue into her cunt.
Draco lived for this.
He brought his tongue back and slowly licked his way up eher vunt back to her clit. \he continued his assault on her clit as he brought his eyes up to the mirror and caught her eye. He lost it then. Any control he had left dissolved as soon as he met those amber eyes that belonged to Hermione Granger.
He pulled back for a moment and spoke. “Mine-” His tongue dove right back into her center and began to find a rhythm. Not just any rhythm…
Hermione tried to figure it out… but it wasn't until the second pattern change that she realised... He was spelling out his name in her cunt. With his tongue.
D
R
A
C
O
“Draco!” She moaned, lifting her back off the mattress and fighting against the restraints. She could feel his smirk against her cunt. He wasn’t done…
M
The pattern continued.
A
L
“Fuck- Draco!”
F
He hummed against her, causing her to shiver.
O
Y
She fell. Hard.
Hermione came just as Draco finished tracing the ‘Y’ in Malfoy. He had claimed her, and she was 100% okay with it.
“Hermione,” Draco’s voice was low and warning as he climbed up her body.
“I’m yours.” She breathed against his lips, her chest rising and falling, her breasts grazing his chest with every inhale.
“Damn right, you are.” He bent down to press his lips to hers, kissing her like he never has kissed anyone before.
“And I’m yours.”