Les Knickers

Chapitre Douze

   Every time Hermione went into the bathroom the same scents and images engulfed her mind. 

   Malfoy. 

   Malfoy and that body of his. With his top off he really was quite beautiful. Alabaster skin liningstrong muscular arms and from what she had felt, a strong back too. 

   His hard, defined chest and broad shoulders. Those shoulders she clung onto as she rode himthrough their clothing. The feel of him so hard between her legs, right where she needed it. 

   The things he said to her and the way she reacted to them, taking her higher and bringing her thesexual release she desperately needed. 

   The last two days had passed by in a lust filled, hazy daze. She didn't have any lessons with Malfoyuntil tomorrow, but she had passed him in the corridors a few times and caught him stealingglances at her in the Great Hall. 

   She couldn't get her head around it and didn't know whether she wanted to. 

   Let the stones fall where they may, as her Grandmother would say. 

   Malfoy did manage to make contact with her today though, which she really wasn't expecting and,in all honesty, a little excitement built up inside her at the thought of him wanting to seek her out. 

   It was in the form of him discreetly placing a written note into her bag as he walked past her, hiseyes roaming her body as he went by. 

   Clearly that bloody charm hadn't shifted, then. 

   Fancy playing a little game? 

   Meet me in the Library tomorrow after supper, if you dare. 

   M. 

   That was all the message had said.Did she dare?She already knew the answer to that. Because quite frankly, rather than being disgusted withherself and how she was reacting to this situation ... she found herself being drawn in and wantingto see where all of this would lead. 

   Jumping in the shower, she suddenly couldn't help the knot of anticipation that tomorrow wouldbring in her stomach.

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   Draco paced around at the back of the library. Today had been the longest day he'd had for awhile. All he'd wanted to do was get to this evening and see whether Granger turned up to see whathe had in store. 

   Whether she would want to play along with his little idea ... 

   On top of all that, those stolen glances he had of her around the school over the past few days andnot being able to physically touch her again were really getting under his skin.

   He wanted to touch her. 

   Badly. 

   Wanted to feel that smooth, olive skin beneath his fingertips and trail his lips along that long,elegant neck of hers. 

   And still seeing her in her underwear was killing him off. 

   He couldn't get enough of her. And the worst part was, had he actually touched her?