THE RAVENCLAW AFFAIR

Chapter 9: Lullaby

Lullaby

*Lemons,Limes, Citrus Warning

The Ravenclaw Affair

Chapter Nine

So it went for a while. Hermione was smitten, in love and reveling in the fruits of that love. Between classes, Draco would pull her into a broom closet where he would snog her silly. After classes, they would study together as they sat cuddled up
together on the sofa in front of the roaring fire. When it rained, Drago would arrive at the window of their now shared dorm and Hermione, although weary, had grown fond of the young dragon and he fond of her. They still weren't having much luck at finding the lost looking glass and Dumbledore was growing ever the more impatient. A break came though when Draco and Hermione visited the library. It was into the evening and most of the students had already gone back to their common rooms. Hermione was standing on a stool, rifling through the dusty books on a higher shelf in a semi-dark corner of the library when Draco came up behind her.

"The view from down here is far better," he said and he snaked his hands under her skirt and she blushed when she felt his cool, pale fingers slip under her panties.

"Stop it," she whispered and she squeezed her legs shut.

"Trying to work here.

That's all you want me for is sex," she said smirking to herself.

"Well it isn't your brain that I want to fuck."

She spun around on her heels with wand in hand, forgetting that she was still standing on the step ladder, and then the ladder gave way and she was falling. Malfoy caught her in his arms and then promptly shoved her up against the bookcases. He caged her in his arms and then captured her mouth with the soft, pink pillows that were his lips. He gave her a bruising kiss that melted her heart. His hand gripped her left thigh and he raised her leg around his hip. Hermione's head fell back when she felt his fingers slip once again under her panties and then he was pumping her with his digit. One, then two and by the time he got to three purposeful fingers curling inside her, she was a quaking puddle of goo.

"I suppose
we have time for a quickee," she bit out through panting breaths.

"You have to do better than that if you want my cock. Come on, ask for it properly," he urged and his voice had taken on a husky appeal, one that he knew drove Hermione wild.

"I want your thing inside me," she whispered.

"Come again?" he said toying with her.

"Your penis. Hurry up before I change my mind."

"Little louder," he said.

"Give me your bloody cock. Now, Draco," Hermione said growing ever the more impatient.

"Mmm, that was saucy."

His thrusts were stabbing and deep and the bookcases shook with each roll of his hips into her. His mouth had a firm grip on her neck where he sucked at her flesh while his dick rammed her with lascivious intent. The force of his lovemaking was intense and Hermione's climax hit her like a rogue bludger but when it did, an old book fell on Hermione's head, having been knocked off the shelf. It smacked against her skull and then fell to the floor where it made a loud BANG.

"Is someone there?" Madam Pince said and Hermione froze. Draco was close though and he either didn't hear the librarian or he didn't care, because he wasn't stopping.

"Draco. Teacher," she whispered and he groaned and then pulled his slick rod from her. She quickly slid out from under him and righted her clothing.