Les Knickers

Chapitre Onze

   "I think we need to come at this from another angle, I think we are barking up the wrong tree withthe whole Virgin thing". 

   Errr .... you fucking think? 

   Blaise was deep in thought, sat against the little window nook in the common room and lookingout of the window. "I know for a fact Miranda Halfridge is no virgin, but you were seeing herjuggernauts all day yesterday". 

   "Everywhere I went" Draco confirmed with a sigh, remembering the day well. 

   "I wonder what it could be then ... if it's not virgins, then what?" Pansy asked them both as she satnear Draco's feet on the floor, flipping through some sort of beauty magazine. "why does it wantyou looking at those girls in particular?" 

   Now, there was a question. 

   And why was one of those particular girls Hermione Granger? 

   His cocked twitched. But he barely noticed it, he was used to it now. He only had to think of thatcurly head of hers and he'd be as hard as a fucking rock. 

   She'd fucking ruined him. 

   And she knew it. 

   Every time he thought back to two days ago, he had flashbacks of that fucking temptress riding himthrough his pants. God that had felt fantastic. And then that really strange conversation afterwardshad sent him reeling......

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   "who said I'm a virgin?" 

   He could have caught flies. Sitting there underneath her, his ears still full of her moans frommoments ago and his pants full of come and his mouth wide open in shock. 

   She was looking down at him curiously; her legs parted over his, breath still ragged and lookingthoroughly fuckable with her palms resting on his thighs which made her cleavage pop out towardshim. 

   Somehow this didn't feel like the basis for having a conversation like this. And if he kept looking ather, he would be hard again soon. 

   Give is 5 minutes mate, you're not a machine ... 

   "well I – I suppose most people just-" he started, yammering and trying to explain himself.

   "- Just assume that I'm a prude and don't have sex appeal?" she asked him with a small smirk onher face. "Or that I don't get the same sexual urges as everyone else? Or god forbid, someoneactually found me attractive enough to want to fuck me?" 

   Her thumbs were tracing circles on his thighs as she looked down now, he could tell she wasfeeling a little insecure. And Jesus Christ save him, she'd said fuck ... and from her lips, it soundedamazingly sexual. 

   "Look, I'm sure there are plenty –" he tried to explain, but yet again she cut him of . And oh, thosecircles ln his thighs ... 

   "Malfoy you don't have to, I am well aware of people's opinions of me and how they see me –" 

   This time he stopped her. He grabbed her shoulders, pulled her close to him. Their chests weretouching again and they both moaned a little at the sensitive contact between their nether-regionsonce more. She looked directly into his eyes and as their noses practically touched, he could seethe sexual need once again appearing in her eyes. 

   "I see you, Granger," he told her honestly, his voice quiet and his eyes darting to her lips. "Andfrom where I'm sitting, your sex appeal has absolutely nothing to worry about".