Ten out of Ten by Morriganmercy

Day 14

- NOT MY STORY! All credit goes to @morriganmercy on a03!

They spent the morning of the last day snogging.

Hermione's back hit the wall hard as Malfoy lifted her, hitching her legs over his hips. She clung to his shoulders, kissing him furiously as he ground his erection against her center. Distantly, she wondered if there were any long-term health risks of being hard for nearly twenty-four hours straight.

She whined high in her throat as he broke the kiss to lick hard against the underside of her jaw.

"Fuck, you taste so good," he murmured, sucking at her neck. "Are you going to let me taste all of you tonight?"

Her fingers raked through his hair as his teeth closed over the sensitive skin. "Yes," she gasped. "Wherever you want."

"Good girl."

She moaned against his lips as he kissed her again, and part of her wanted to check the time. She wasn't exactly sure how it had been decided that they would wait until the last night to finally consummate, but the build-up had been its own kind of exquisite torture.

Malfoy seemed to be of the opinion that now he had proved there was no reason she shouldn't be able to have an orgasm with him, there was no sense wasting any more of them before they actually had sex. She had spent the previous afternoon and evening in a sort of lust-fueled haze, floating somewhere just below conscious awareness of the world outside of his lips and hands.

It was another tactic; she was sure of that. But with the way he kissed her, Hermione could hardly complain. Her body seemed hyper-attuned to the approaching event, and the pent-up anticipation could only help to achieve their ultimate goal.

Plus, it was really fucking fun to snog all the time.

"Ah—" She bit down on his lip as his thumb brushed over her nipple. "Don't tease me."

"You like being teased," he said, pulling away to suck on her neck again.

"I know, but..." She flushed at that admission. "But I'm going to want more."

He rocked his hips forward, pressing her damp knickers against her. "You can wait."

"We don't have to," she argued weakly, pressing her chest into his hand. "We could—"

What they could do was lost in the abrupt roar of green flames from the hearth.

They both glanced over, and Harry's voice shouted from within. "Hermione? Are you there?"

She groaned, pushing at Malfoy's shoulders, and he dropped her back onto her feet. She quickly straightened her clothes before kneeling in front of the fire. "Hi, Harry. Yes, I'm here."

Instead of responding, however, Harry's head disappeared from the flames.

"Harry?"

She barely had time to scramble out of the way before the fire hissed and roared again, admitting Harry, Ron, and Ginny into the sitting room.

"What's going on?" Hermione asked, getting to her feet and wiping the dust from her knees.

"What's going on?" Harry repeated, sounding bewildered. "Hermione, you haven't responded to our letters in days and it's—" He cut his eyes to Malfoy for the first time. "It's the last day."

"Yes, thank you, Potter," Malfoy said dryly, stepping forward and winding an arm around Hermione's waist. "We are quite aware."

All three of her friends dropped their eyes to the fingers curled possessively at her hip, and Hermione cleared her throat.