The Malfoy-Granger Guide To Fake Dating

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In a flash, it was like a flip switched off in his brain, and all hesitation promptly vanished like a plume of dissipating smoke.

Draco grabbed onto her like a lifeline pulling him from turbulent waters, hands splaying over her hips as he tugged her closer until their bodies were pressed flush together. She made a small noise of surprise—a high-pitched keen that made his head spin—but melted against him nonetheless and slid her hands further into the waves of his hair. Their lips met once more, only this time, it was not the kind of soft, tentative kiss it had been before.

This time, Draco kissed her like a man starving, feverish in his intensity, and she responded in kind. He could hardly stand to contain himself as his tongue swept eagerly over the seam of her lips before delving into her mouth, tasting the faint hint of red wine still on her tongue. Granger hummed lowly, a sound that did dangerous things to his mind and urged him to slide his hands to rest against the base of her spine, just above the curve of her arse.

He wanted to touch her. To make her whine and keen and beg for him to bring her over the edge.

But that wasn't what this was. Not yet. This was...this was merely a show. A ruse for the press to report on with enough shock and awe to stir up the entire wizarding community.

And if he were ever allowed to touch her—to really touch her, the way he wanted to—to lick and tease and taunt her until she wailed his name, he planned to savor it. Thoroughly, and in private. It wasn't that he was opposed to exhibitionism, per se. Just that he wanted to be the only man alive who knew what it sounded like when Granger made those sorts of noises. At least for a good long while.

But he was getting ahead of himself.

Granger shifted against him, her hands sliding down to fist into the fabric of his button-up. She yanked him closer, the space between their bodies remaining nonexistent as she hummed against his lips. The vibrations were enough to send his head spinning, and he mimicked a similar noise as their tongues swirled at a languid pace.

He hesitated when he felt the urge to slide his hands over her arse, not knowing if that would cross some sort of line she wouldn't approve of. There were supposed to sell the lie, sure. But that didn't give him the right to grope her salaciously in the middle of Diagon Alley.

Granger gasped slightly as his teeth dragged over her bottom lip, nipping at it lightly enough not to cause pain, but with enough pressure to tug it outward. He held it there for a moment, wondering if it would leave any sort of mark before his tongue delved back into her mouth, his hands sliding upward to rest against the center of her back.

"Malfoy," she whispered between kisses, voice high and breathy like it was coming from a different person entirely. "Draco—"

"Mmm—" a deep kiss, in which his finger began to wind around a rogue curl that had fallen down the line of her spine. "—yes—" a soft groan when she rotated her hips unabashedly against him, "—Granger?"

"I think—" she slid her hands down, gripping onto his biceps and squeezing lightly. "I think that's—this is enough—"

"Hmm?" Draco was hardly listening. All he could focus on was how wonderful she smelled. How soft her lips felt pressed up against his own. How he'd never been so painfully turned on in all his life, the tent in his trousers proving to be an obvious and rather humiliating sign of said truth.

"We can stop," she practically panted against him, pushing away slightly and stumbling back a bit when he finally processed her words fully enough to release her. She steadied herself with a tight grip on his upper arm and shoulder, his hand moving to her waist to help reset her balance.