Les Knickers

Chapitre Huit

   "I need fucking help ..." 

   He'd said it out loud and really hadn't meant to. It was more of an internal thought to make him getto grips with leaving her alone and gathering his senses properly. 

   And then she thrust up into him. 

   And he lost all of his senses entirely. 

   Draco banged his head against the bathroom door, willing his pride to catch up with him. But therewas no fucking chance. His pride had now up and vanished like a fart in the wind. 

   She'd made him come. 

   Really fucking hard. 

   In his pants. 

   Granger had done that to him. 

   The moment he had closed that gap between them, when she'd told him to take a closer look at herknickers. He honestly thought she would flinch, recoil and push him away. That she would let himwin this little game by running off and thus, this would all end with him having the upper hand. 

   But no. Instead she held her own and when he eventually touched the creamy skin of her thigh ...he was a lost cause. 

   It wasn't even the way her body reacted to his or the way she was meeting his thrusts with thesame willingness as him. It was that last look at her that pushed him right over the fucking cliff. 

   He'd seen it in his mind so many times now over the last few days. Back arched, neck exposed,eyes closed and head thrown back as the pleasure cursed through her. But the fantasy was nothingcompared to the real thing. The real thing was a genuine sight to behold. And he had made her dothat. Made her eyes roll back in her head and bite her lip to stop those moans from escaping thosefull, rosebud lips.

   Him and his touches and his body. 

   And he'd lost it. 

   His orgasm came upon him quickly and he couldn't stop himself as he started slamming himselfagainst her aggressively as he rode those tidal waves and aimed for that heat between her thighsthat he kept hitting and making her mewl in the back of her throat. 

   He could remember his head buried between her neck and collarbone as his body came down froma great height. The smell of her was fucking intoxicating and he suddenly realised with absolutemortification the predicament he had put them both in. He remembered opening his eyes andseeing the quickening of her pulse. Probably mortified at the fact he had just got off against her hot,hot heat.

   That's when he decided to do a runner.

   The fucking shame would show all over his face, otherwise. 

   He practically sprinted to the nearest bathroom and slammed a cubical door shut, hoping no onestopped to look at the discolour of his pants as he ran past. 

   Granger had this one on him now, there was no fucking doubt about it. She'd be telling all herGryffindor friends about him practically showering her with jizz.

   But she started it, mate ... 

   Draco faltered for a moment.

   Yeah ... yeah she had, hadn't she ...?

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   "He couldn't take his eyes off you Hermione, you should have seen the look on his face when youwalked away!" Ginny told her gleefully as they sat eating their supper later on that day.