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XXIX. | DO UT DES

XXIX.

DO UT DES

(I give that you may give)

"Fuck. Fuck. Fuck."

Each whispered word was followed by a hard thrust.

They hadn't even made it to the bedroom. Granger had her legs wrapped tightly around his waist and Draco was shagging her against the wall in his hallway. His forehead rested against hers, her slightly parted lips were only an inch from his own and with every moan he felt her hot breath on his skin.

Granger whimpered softly as she came. Draco tensed and closed his eyes, just to hold on for a few more seconds. It was useless. Her hand buried in his hair, her trembling body against his and the wonderful feeling when she clenched down on him tipped him over the edge. He gasped and eventually climaxed as well.

After that, it took him a few minutes to catch his breath. He had his face in the crook of Granger's neck, inhaling her enticing scent. Parchment, rain on hot earth, sunscreen and something undefinably fruity – citrusy, fresh. Delicious.

This witch. He didn't know exactly what she was doing to him, but she was pushing the right buttons, that was for sure. He pulled away from her, still panting.

"That was-"

"-unexpected," he finished her sentence and noticed that she was grinning mischievously.

"I was going to say overdue," she corrected, and Draco raised his eyebrows.

"Oh yeah?"

He pushed off the wall and her legs found their way back to the floor. She straightened her skirt. Neither of them had bothered to remove a single piece of clothing. Before Draco could do it himself, she reached out and buttoned his denims with deft fingers. He allowed it and couldn't suppress the admiration she sparked off in him by doing so.

"Don't act so surprised. You know perfectly well that I wanted it when you punished me in that restroom."

She shrugged and Draco couldn't help but laugh at her now rather serious expression.

"When I punished you?"

Her cheeks flushed a little and she sighed in embarrassment.

Well, of course she had hit the mark. After all, it had been Draco's intention to make her suffer for avoiding him so cowardly. He was surprised, however, that she had interpreted it absolutely correctly. She was really bloody smart, he had to give that to her.

"You wanted me to feel bad because I couldn't admit that I wanted sex with you. I got it," she murmured, playfully slapping his chest before pushing past him and sauntering into the kitchen, where she filled a glass with water and downed it.

Merlin, Granger was two-faced.

Draco slowly followed her and made himself comfortable on the sofa.

It must have been his lucky day. Not only had she been the one to take the first step in the lift (because he most certainly wouldn't have), the sex had been even better than the first time. Besides, he had finally been able to let off the steam that had been building inside him since the incident at the party, masturbation or not.

He watched Granger closely as she put the glass in the sink and then braided her hair. Eventually she came over and just sat down next to him. That was also a premiere. So far, one of them had always bolted when the situation had escalated in any way. And that was exactly how Draco would have described their shag in the hallway if someone had asked him about it: escalating.