𝐄𝐔𝐍𝐄𝐈𝐑𝐎𝐏𝐇𝐑𝐄𝐍𝐈𝐀

☾ Chapter 33

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"Draco-"

Skin on skin.

"Hermione..."

Lustful noises.

"Fuck..."

Pleasure they hadn't felt in months.

She woke up nude beneath his bedsheets, their limbs tangled and knotted together as one. She was tucked beneath his arm, his chin resting on her forehead as soft breaths left his nose, blonde eyelashes glowing in the morning sunlight.

Dew covered grass sparkled throughout the awakening forest, morning doves and mockingjays humming tunes that echoed throughout the valley.

"Shit," she winced at the pain in her waist as she shuffled sideways, hands gripped around her thighs tightening as she tried to escape his grasp.

"It's too early, Granger," he muttered deeply, pulling her closer, "Come back to bed."

"You have work," she exclaimed softly, the feeling of his fingers drifting along her back making butterflies erupt in her stomach.

"I don't want to go," he whispered, his hands tracing from her butt to her thighs, her waist to her breasts, a sculpture to a sculptor. It felt as though she were a piece of clay being molded by his fingertips.

"We both have work to do," she murmured, closing her eyes as his forehead pressed against hers, taking in the warmth that settled between the bedcovers.

Despite her pleas to get up he didn't move, both of them to stubborn to get out of bed.

"Granger..."

She hummed up at him as his lips pressed against hers, hand resting between her thighs. She bit her lip to stifle a moan as she realized he was stiff in his boxers, begging to be touched as his kisses began to trail down her neck.

She was already on top of him. She wanted to take control.

Sitting up slightly she shuffled towards him, biting down gently on his bottom lip before soothing it with her tongue. Draco groaned as her hand rested just on top of the cotton material, mere centimeters separating her palm from his erection.

"Granger, please..." his tone was threatening, trying to hide the fact that he had to beg for her attention. Slowly her fist dipped beneath the band of his boxers, hand wrapping around his large cock. She grew wet as he let out a whimper, thumb circling his swollen tip.

She tore his boxers down to his ankles, perched on her knees, breasts at his eyes as she slowly began to pump him up and down.

"That's it-" his head knocked against the backboard as the sheets gathered by his feet, giving him a full view of her body.

She moaned softly in his ear as his eyes rolled into the back of his head, lips parted slightly in pleasure as his breaths grew ragged.