Anchor and Rose | Dramione

Twenty-One.

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Hermione's body lay slack against the dining table in some sort of shock and anticipation.

She had never done this before. Nobody had ever done this for her before. And it quickly became apparent that Draco was a giver rather than a taker-which shocked her in a way. Draco had never even wanted to touch her before now, yet here he was, attaching his mouth to her clit and sucking on it to watch her shake beneath him.

Without even thinking about it, her hands went forward to grip a fist-full of his white hair in her hands, tugging it with vigour in an attempt to stop her hips from rising against his mouth.

"Oh Merlin-" She whispered as he licked a strip up her slit with the flat of his tongue, before circling it on her clit. "-Jesus don't stop doing that."

Draco pulled back for a second and looked up at her through his eyelashes. She caught his stare, leaning her head up from the table to protest that he had stopped, because Dear Fuck did he look unbelievable-his pale skin was dancing under the firelight and his lips were glossed with her wetness. Not the mention the devilish smirk playing on his lips, twitching at the corners. All words failed her and her head fell backwards with a thud.

"Do you realise you just used Oh Jesus and Oh Merlin in the same sentence?" She wriggled when his breath fanned her. "You really are a fucking Mudblood."

Hermione tugged at the back of his head until his smirk faded and he ducked back down, pressing his tongue into her with so much encumbrance she felt as though she was going to pass out.

His hands were still digging into her waist, but as his tongue moved inside of her, he gripped her left thigh with his palm and guided it to rest over his shoulder, deepening the angle of his tongue.

She tried to not scream, she really tried to. But how could she not fall back and moan when his tongue was moving inside of her in such a way? How could she not moan when Draco hummed against her every single time she tugged at his hair?

You're going insane, Hermione.

You're really going insane.

How could you enjoy this? He was a Death-Eater. He's horrible and cruel and spiteful. How could allow him to touch you on the dining table? How could you allow him to make you scream? Why?

Hermione whimpered and pushed her thoughts to the back of her mind. She didn't care. She didn't care and she didn't feel guilty about the fact she didn't care.

How could she care? How could she care when she was staring down at Draco who was gazing up at her, his eyes black and blue and lustful, his tongue now circling and licking against her clit once more. She didn't care. She didn't. She really didn't give two fucks.

Draco moved his mouth to fall against her thigh. They felt swollen and wet and Hermione nearly cringed until he moved a hand from her thigh and pressed two fingers into her, filling the void in his which his tongue had just been occupying.

"I want to fuck you so bad, Rose." He murmured against her skin. "But you're so-you're a-don't make me fuck you."

His teeth were sinking into her thigh while his fingers continued to press into her at an antagonisingly slow speed, curling up to meet her g-spot.

She had never felt anything like this before.

"I want to wreck you so fucking badly." He continued, his voice dancing in a trance. "I want to destroy you Rose, why do I want to fucking destroy you?"