Moaning; Draco Malfoy (18+)

Caught in the ac

"What are you doing here at this hour? You should be in your dorm," Soleil's voice sounded inquisitive as he watched a boy wander the halls of Hogwarts past curfew; his eyes were frightened as he looked at the girl in front of him.

"I'm lost, I'm a freshman." he answered timidly, hinting a small smile to try to be pitied; the girl, in response, rolled her eyes in amusement.

"Okay, I'm not going to take any points off you because I don't want your mates to start hating you right away," she snorted, leading him along the castle to his Ravenclaw dormitory.

When she made sure he was back in his common room, she glanced quickly at his watch which said eleven thirty in the evening.
She was destroyed, her feet begging for mercy as she walked back and forth to the castle to accompany bewildered first year students who, driven by curiosity, entered Hogwarts without being able to go back and avoid being caught.
As she retraced her steps, she heard a strange thud coming from a classroom not far from where she was; keeping her hand steady on her wand in her pocket, she cautiously approached the source of the noise, frightened by the strange noises she was hearing.

When she was close enough, the noises turned into moans, and became crystal clear in her mind; careful not to make a noise, she gently opened the door.

Mr. Malfoy was standing, while he was fucking from behind a woman that Soleil swore she had never seen in the castle; his hand was pressed against one of her hips, pushing inside her with a strength and intensity she had never seen before. His other hand, on the other hand, was closed into a fist in the woman's hair, and she moaned with her face pressed against the desk.

He noticed her, her presence, her curiosity, but he didn't stop.
In fact, he began to prod harder, his eyes fixed on her, while a mischievous smile made its way to his lips.
His hair was ruffled falling partly on his forehead and partly behind, his rosy lips slightly parted as he enjoyed; Soleil felt her legs give way to sight.

She was incredulous, everything that was happening was absolutely absurd.

He was fucking her but he was looking at her, as if she were the same Soleil under her hands and pressed with her body on that desk; and how much she wished it really was like that, no one could guess.

She wanted to take her place or even join them, just to feel the sensation of his hands on her body, of his sigh on her skin.

Realizing that all this was absolutely wrong, she turned and started running away to escape as far as possible from that temptation; if she too stayed just a minute longer, she would listen to her uninhibited side and do something, she was sure of it.

When she was far enough away, she leaned against the wall breathing hard for the marathon she had just run, feeling as wet as she ever was.

"Fuck," she whispered nervously, torturing her hands as those images couldn't get out of her mind.

It had been...unbelievable.

He had turned her on in a way she never would have understood, he had made her wet with a single glance, and now she wanted more.

She knew it was wrong, but she was too complicated, too problematic.
It was too much of everything.
Her morality had gone to hell when she had decided to turn off the inhibitions that her parents had imposed on her, and she felt terribly guilty; but not enough to make it stop.

"Pss," a voice from her startled and took her in his arms, recognizing the face of Scorpius Malfoy in that person.

She didn't know whether to be relieved or frustrated that he was there right now, but she just said, "What are you doing here? You can't."