made a brief comeback. He wanted to bring her home, lock her up in a cupboard and only take her out on special occasions.
Draco was not one to put much stock into religion, but he recalled being told by some touched-in-the-head, Muggleborn ninny, that God designed people to come in pairs. Each individual had a corresponding mate. Maybe in the greater scheme of things, she was supposed to be his.
The definition of dangerous, his brain intruded, like a rude poke in the ribs, is when a girl has the ability to make you think about your Maker.
He placed his mouth against the beckoning skin under her ear and sucked. It was good to feel the heat of her blood just beneath, welling up under his mouth. He pulled back and observed the enticing red blotch he had created. Merlin help him, he wanted to put more marks on her. He wanted to see her walking past him in school corridors, tugging discreetly on her collar to disguise the bites and scrapes he knew were there.
Hermione eventually released him a second time to catch her breath. Each staggered, soft intake of air conveyed her nervousness, but then her languid exhalation reassured him. As dark as her eyes were, he could see that her pupils had dilated to the point where black had nearly overtaken brown.
She looked feverish and more than a little distracted. He let her place light kisses at the corner of his mouth, on his cheekbones, on his nose and on his closed eyelids. The tip of her pink tongue darted out to sample the moisture that collected there.
Draco said something, couldn't think what it was. Probably something rude, followed by the word, 'God.'
God, again. This was not good.
His hand found its way to her hip, and touched her tattoo. He could almost imagine the tiny jolt of visible electricity that leaped out of his fingers just before he made contact with the silver dragon.
Both of them nearly expired from the shock when he did.
The spell may have been etched into her skin, intangible and illusory, but it's effect was very real. Hermione seemed as disoriented as Draco felt after that initial contact and rested her head against his shoulder. She felt lighter than a butterfly in his arms.
He didn't want to stop. The spell demanded that they not stop. His teenage libido had apparently defected to the Fida Mia cheer squad and it was roaring
. Not thinking about anything else aside from from completing what they had started, he took hold of his cock and guided it into her lap. It was not an easy task given the height difference, and the fact that she was all slippery.
She squirmed against him as he closed his eyes against her forehead, said her name and then sank about an inch into her.
He honestly didn't think he'd be able to stop even if the Castle walls started falling down around them. He wanted more. He wanted all of her now. There will be other times, he told himself as he kissed the fragrant skin between her brows. He'd make it up to her; make her come a dozen different ways.
Just not right now.
He paused for too long, apparently, because her eyes were open again and she was looking at him with more trepidation than was conducive to guilt-free shagging. He pushed in a little more and then nearly died when the initial tightness gave way to soft, smooth, heat. The water was warm, but it was nothing compared to being held inside her.
"Wait. Wait a minute," she said, frowning, not quite telling him to stop, but neither was she giving him an enthusiastic thumbs up. She pulled back.
Unfuckingbelievable. By all that was holy, there was no possible way she was telling him to stop?
And yet that was the same hand that only minutes before had been buried in his hair, only now it was pushing insistently against him.
"I don't really want to do this," she explained, sounding breathless, sounding scared. The brightness in her eyes was more than just the bathwater reflected.
Draco realised he must have looked a bit stupid, staring down at her with his mouth hanging slightly open and breathing like he'd just done the Hogwarts to Honeydukes sprint in under thirteen-point-six minutes. Somehow, she was choosing to ignore the fact that he was nearly completely buried inside her.
Torture was Hermione Granger changing her lunatic mind, Draco discovered.
He set her down. What the hell else was he supposed to