😇😇😇

She knew she should leave before he came home and caught her like that, enjoying herself with his possessions, but she just couldn’t find the motivation to care. She needed him, that bloody wanker, and he will be hers. He will be all over her the next time they meet, she would make sure of it.

-Fin

She brought her fingers up to inspect them. They were coated with her juices, the light glistening off them. She smiled and brought them to her mouth, tasting herself as thoughts of him tasting her ran through her mind.

That he touching her body like he knew it, telling her what she wanted to hear, but when she opened her eyes, she was alone. She looked around for him but found no other sign of him. She laid back down panting hard, her legs shaking like leaves in the wind.

“Yes Draco!” she moaned loudly, chasing that edge.

“Cum for me, my little kitten.”

She gasped as the low masculine voice flowed into her eardrums and the best orgasm she has had in years flooded through her. She could have sworn he was there.

Her back arched as she pushed on her clit. “Draco!” She gasped as her fingers pushed inside her pussy, pumping hard into her. Her walls clenched around her fingers but she just kept pumping away. Her breath was getting ragged as her hip started riding against her fingers.

She was panting hard, thoughts of him ravaging her body, his mouth on hers, his fingers trailing her curves, his cock throbbing against her walls as he thrusted desperately inside her. Thoughts of him worshiping her like a goddess while railing her like a slut.

Why did he have to leave her there, unsatisfied after riling her up like that? He infuriated her but she needed him, needed him like a starving man needed a good meal.

She rubbed her self slowly, trailing her fingers through the moist mess between her legs. “Dr-Draco,” she whined incessantly.

She knew she shouldn’t be there but she needed sweet release and lately only he did it for her. That smug smile, those squared shoulders, his piercing eyes that read her like a book, bloody wanker.

Why did he have to pin her to that alley wall? Why did he have to whisper such things in her ear?

“Fuck, Draco,” she moaned softly and trailed her fingers down her body. Her toes curled as her heels scratched at the sheets underneath her. Her eyes closed and her head tipped back against his pillow as her fingers reached her glistening lips.

“Oh so many, like why did you let her back out?” Pansy asked. She began walking with Hermione through the lamp lit town as she went on about the train ride back to London.

They strolled hand in hand, the snow falling around them in seemingly perfect tandem to their pace. It was all perfect.

-Fin

“You unhinged psycho,” Pansy said affectionately, gaining a small laugh from Hermione. Pansy joined her in that laughing.

“So, anymore questions about my fourth year activity?” Hermione asked, pulling back a step, keeping their fingers laced.

It was everything. She had brought her hand up to cup Hermione’s cheek. Her other hand searched out for Hermione’s hand, lacing their fingers together.

When Pansy pulled back, she saw the read the blossomed onto Hermione’s cheek. She pressed her forehead to Hermione’s and looked into her eyes.

“You.” She made a noise while hiding her face in her scarf.

Hermione giggled softly and pulled Pansy’s scarf away from her face. She leaned forward and peck Pansy’s lips.

Pansy smiled more before taking Hermione’s lips back onto hers in a longer, soft kiss.

“I have so many questions, big one right now how this did not come up the whole time we were in the pub?” Pansy asked, looking at Hermione with an adoring look.

“I like hearing you talk too much.”

Pansy blushed bright red and couldn’t help the smile spreading on her lips.

“No I really did, I caught Rita Skeeter in her Animagus form, a beetle-“

“Fitting.” Pansy interrupted finally calming down from her laughing.

“Right? I caught her and trapped her in this jar I put an unbreakable charm on and just kept her like that for a whole week.” Hermione stated proudly.

The ground was covered in fresh fallen snow that glowed in the light of the street lamps. She was laughing at something Hermione was saying about her early years. “You did not!” Pansy exclaimed looking over at the curly haired girl.

I’d like to think it’s because he has his own certain Gryffindor he’s drawn too