Denying Draco

47 - Broom Cupboard

Back against the cold, stone wall, arms draped tightly around his shoulders and legs raised widely around his waist, Poppy could not ignore the settling feeling of consolation from being in Draco's arms again.

Her head rested back against the wall as her parted mouth panted heavily from the pressure between her thighs as he entered her. His lips grazed across the skin of her neck and shoulder and his large hand grasped at the skin of her hips as he held her up.

Draco wasted no time moving things along, making three slow and swift movements in and out of her to ease into it, then he picked up speed automatically and pressed his body to hers. His face rested in her neck as he thrusted between her legs and filled her deeply once again.

'Oh goddd...shit...shit!' Poppy cried out from the satisfaction of his length pounding deep inside of her and producing the bliss that she hadn't realised she'd missed. Her fingers found their way into his messy, tousled hair and she pulled at it, inviting a frown from him as she did so and a tighter hold on her hips.

The space in the cupboard was small and cramped and her legs reached the opposite wall with ease to hold her up. She parted them wider and felt him try to move in even closer as he increased the speed of his hard, deep thrusts again, making her moan without care for who could hear them.

'Oh my god, Draco...' she panted, before feeling a sudden pain in her thigh. 'Oh my god, cramp!'

He grabbed the underneath of her thigh quickly in his hand and raised her leg higher, stretching away the cramp feeling and Poppy giggled as he looked up at her.

'What?' he asked, breathlessly, studying her face closely.

She pressed lips together tightly and shook her head. 'Nothing.'

He nodded once. 'Okay.' Then he pulled her legs firmly around him again and resumed his movements, pressing his mouth to hers as he did so. He kissed her with a fiery, desperate and passionate force and she kissed him back just as deeply.

Her moans continued to escape from her mouth into his and his heavy breaths into hers.

'I'm almost there,' Draco groaned, trying to slow himself.

Poppy raised her head and lay back again, pulling his face into her neck as she grabbed his hair and closed her eyes. As he quickened his thrusts again, her body began to feel out of her control as it quivered and she felt the spread of pure delight course through her body. 'Oh god!' And she come undone, using the full strength of all of her limbs to clutch onto him tightly as she trembled against him.

She felt his teeth bite down on her shoulder as the movement of his hips faltered and he groaned deeply against her skin. He rolled them slower and slower as he let out long, loud breaths until he came to a stop and rested.

Poppy remained still against the wall, waiting for him to put her down but he didn't move. Her fingers were still laced in his hair and she kept one arm around his neck as she grazed her fingers of the other up and down, feeling the silkiness of his hair between them and she felt him relax against her. He didn't make a sound as he stayed unmoving, allowing her to create the comforting tingling sensations across his head that had him feeling peaceful.

They remained like that for several moments and Poppy glanced down at the watch on her wrist and softly gasped.

'What?' Draco immediately raised his head and looked at her. He looked even more tired now. He looked like he'd just been disturbed from sleep by her.

'It's almost dinner,' Poppy replied, wishing she hadn't reacted and wanting him to lay back down on her but she didn't dare say that to him for fear of rejection. 'The halls will be busy soon.'