From Wiltshire, With Love

Chapter 76

"Oh sorry, Hermione were you resting? I'll put the lights out." Ginny glanced in her direction but didn't notice anything out of the ordinary. She went about noxxing the lights without a second look.

Draco tensed, his cock rammed all the way up inside her and his fingers right there on her clit. Breathing in shallow puffs by her ear, his heart thudded against her back while they struggled to hold themselves still.

"Thanks," Hermione squeaked. She wasn't sure if Ginny was going to pop in and out or stay longer.

Ginny left the small lamp by her bedside lit. "I'll keep this one on if that's okay. Tonks told our group to come back in an hour while she drills the others. I just..." she wrung her hands as if trying to find the right words to describe her distress. "I don't feel like being around anyone, it's draining." Her long red hair was tied back in the braid she usually wore for combat training. Continuing on as if nothing was amiss, she busied herself with clearing some items off her cot with her back facing Hermione.

Hermione froze in panic. Was Ginny going to stay?

To her horror, Ginny threw herself down onto her mattress with an exasperated sigh, rolled onto her back and stared at the top of the tent. After a few seconds, Ginny grabbed a book and started to read. Then she sighed again in agitation, throwing it to the ground.

Draco's arm tightened across her torso, but he remained immobile. She felt his cock twitch inside her.

"I just don't know what's wrong with him," Ginny said, clearly upset about Harry. She didn't know he was the last Horcrux yet. "One of the reasons I love him so much is that he actually communicates like an adult. Not like some emotionally constipated caveman expecting me to be his laxative–"

Hermione snorted a laugh and Draco moved his fingers. She thought he would remove his hand entirely, but he continued rubbing her the way he had been right before Ginny had come in, when she was about to climax.

Was he crazy?

Draco's other hand resumed fondling her breast.

He was crazy.

Her breath hitched and slowly, she brought her arm down to his wrist under the covers, circling it with her fingers to try and pull it away. He grinned against the back of her head and despite her efforts, she couldn't budge his hand; he was too strong.

Absolutely mortified, she dug her nails into his wrist, eliciting a soft chuckle from behind.

Did he think this was a game?

Prat!

"–thought that maybe it was because this is the end and he's finally having to face You-Know-Who and I get that, I really do. Or maybe he's upset about so many being taken. I am too. I'm sick with worry about Fred and Charlie. And I want to be there for him–"

After trying and failing a few times to discreetly tug his hand away, she bunched out the covers in front so Ginny wouldn't see anything moving between Hermione's legs. She couldn't believe Draco was fucking her while Ginny was in the room watching! His forearm muscles flexed across her breast as he tweaked her nipple.

Hermione bit back a moan.

"–can't support each other if he shuts me out like this. Even Ron is more communicative than him right now. Ron!"

Draco snorted lightly into her ear but Ginny didn't notice. Or she thought Hermione had made the sound. He rubbed her clit mercilessly and she bucked into his hand, trying and failing not to make any noise. Ginny stopped talking and turned her head to look over. Draco's hand paused in fondling her breast, but he continued working on her clit and even chanced a shallow thrust.