Dramione - In Sync

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"Would you just hurry up?" The impossible man behind her asks and Hermione rolls her eyes, resisting the urge to snap back.

One because, they are trying to sneak into an empty room and two because, well..she is embarrassingly turned on.

Suddenly remembering, she grabs his wrist and rushes as quietly as she can to the seventh floor left corridor.

"Ooh, that's clever! Room of Requirements, here we come.." He whispers excitedly and she can't help but find him adorable.

"Hush, Draco." She mutters the instructions and there it was - a door appearing out of thin air!

They high-five like they are about to do something very innocent.

Once inside, he almost pushes her to the chair placed in a corner. Loosening his tie, he kneels down, pushing her dress up.

His eyes show the reason they are here. She swallows, unable to handle the hunger plainly on display as he looks his fill at her now exposed centre.

And it's a glorious mess of sweat and whispers of profanities for the next several minutes as he devours her, leaving her a writhing mess.

And she comes, fuck, she comes - as he  keeps looking at her like she's art. She wants the look on his face to remain as it is - full of awe and if she dares, affection.

Just when she starts breathing normally, he cleans her, taking his time to lick some of it and closing his eyes as if relishing how she tastes.

It's all too much, he is too much. She whimpers, not stopping the tears streaming down her face.

"Thank you.." is all she says, making him frown in confusion. It's weird to thank someone after they have thoroughly eaten you out, but she feels it's right to say. Why, she doesn't know.

"Anytime, baby.." Draco winks, now standing up and rubbing his gorgeous length up and down.

She gulps, her tongue itching to taste him and judging by the smirk on his face, he knows it too.

"See something you like?" He teases, his eyes never leaving hers, his expert hands working skillfully.

"Yeah. You." She hits back, and his mouth widens, his breathing audibly getting quicker.

Yeah, two can play the game.

"Fuck." He more like growls, coming apart inches away from her. It's quite a spectacle to witness his orgasm and she takes it all in - his strong features, his quiet moans, his slightly wobbly legs.

They use a few cleaning spells and settle down next to each other on the couch. Yeah, she wanted a couch in the room.

"So this is your romantic imagination? A chair and a couch?" He asks, a little smile in his voice.

"Hey!" She swats his arm. "I was in a hurry, this is what came to mind."

"I didn't mind. The chair was especially useful, wasn't it?"

She blushes, looking down. And then it clicks. "I didn't know you expected this to be romantic, Draco. I thought we were looking for a place to get off."

She waits, eager to see his reaction. But all he shows is sadness. His lips tilt sideward and he shrugs as if it's not a concept he is familiar with.

"It's just a word, Hermione. I know it doesn't apply to me."

Whoa. Back up. "What?"

He smiles and even that is sad. "I am not meant for it."

"Says you."