A Cumming of Age

M(r)s. Granger

     Draco was in the bathroom, heart beating out of his chest, with his lips pressed against another, lust leading both of their moves. Nothing could stop them, for as their clothes shed and more skin was reviled, Dumbledore himself could come in and they would still have half a mind to finish their personal love escapade. It was more of an adventure than either of them have either had so far, and they were happy to go all the way with each other. They needed it.

     Kisses traced down Draco's neck, along his chest, and towards his crotch. As his buttons were undone and his pale, hard member fell out, it immediately fell out into the thirsty mouth in front of it. He had never felt something so amazing, as his cock slid in and out, so he knew he couldn't last long. Draco needed to cum but wouldn't leave until they had both cum for his own pleasure, but as he felt himself edging towards a climax he forced his cock as deep as it would go and emptied his load until he was completely drained. The deep eyes in front of him looked up and whispered one thing, with a mouth coated in cum, "Draco, I love you."

     "I love you too, Hermione."

     Draco followed this by getting on his knees and licking her sweet, bald pussy, shaven just for him. He fell back into ecstasy before the guilt could find him, for neither Harry nor Hermione knew what Draco was doing, so all of this pain of his mistake had fallen only for him to deal with. He had never done anything like this before, but then again he had never had the chance. It was a first time for both of them, so just as everything had begun, it had ended just as fast and Draco had gotten up with Hermione's cum on his mouth and grabbed her into a passionate kiss. One he had never given Harry.

     They got dressed and headed out the bathroom, just before it was flooded with the crowd of sick students that Ron was apart of, and Draco lead Hermione to her room. This whole thing started not too long ago, when she had cornered him in a hallway demanding to know what was going on with him and Harry, she saw something between them and assumed it was a distance caused by friction and hatred, not love or lust. She just wanted to protect her friend but in the heat of the moment she had gotten much closer to him than she expected, with her face almost connected to his. 

     "What did you do to Harry?" She managed to say through the tension they were feeling themselves.

     "I didn't do anything to him." Draco replied "But I think a better question would be 'what can I do for you?'" He shot back as he traced his hands against her hips, pulling her even closer so that their hips were attached.

     Strangely enough she didn't stop him, and when he pushed her into him, her body gladly went. She was no longer thinking with her brain, but with her body, and with their bodies so closer together she decided to close the gap as she kissed him. It was nothing either of them expected to happen, nothing either of them even thought they wanted, it was all just a matter of the friction and adrenaline that was pumped into their teenage bodies. Nothing they could help, they both thought afterwards.

     It all started with one kiss. It was a long, drawn-out, passionate kiss, yes, but one kiss nonetheless. After they detached neither had no idea what to do, and as they stared into each others eyes both had nothing to say. Eventually Hermione backed away and started to walk away, turning back only once to say "Just leave Harry alone... please." 

     Draco stood there for what seemed like an hour, asking himself a million questions, not knowing if he should move or if he should just stay there doing nothing hoping he would forget about what just happened. She just kissed me? Did I like it? Should I like it? What will Harry think? Holy shit did I just cheat on Harry?

     All of this went through his head, and none of it made sense to him. Everything seemed mixed together and muddy, and worst of all he knew that he loved what had happened. He loved every bit of it, her soft lips, running his hands across her hips and feeling her ass, and even the faintest scent of strawberries. But he also knew that he loved Harry.

     So now here he was, walking beside her with the taste of each others cum invading their mouths and a forbidden love that neither of them wanted revealed. It actually worked out quite well in Dracos favor, in this weird twisted way. He knew Harry didn't want to have sex, and all Hermione seemed to need was any attention (and if she wanted anything else from him he didn't care to know) so it was all Draco needed. Harry to love on his free time, and Hermione to be his slut.

     Harry knew nothing of this, only that he loved and wanted Draco all to himself. His love was pure, in a way, and had nothing to do with sex or lust. In fact Harry never gave his body to Draco in fear that he would become nothing more than a sex toy rather than a lover, the fear that he would be used rather than needed. This fear was surrounded by an ironic tone as Draco walked Hermione to her room, all while Hermione struggled with her own troubles of the situation.

     She never expected this to happen, and in hindsight she never wanted this but the fear of this Malfoy (The Motherfucker) opening his mouth about everything and it becoming another Hogwarts scandal kept her mouth open for him... In a way. Hermione knew what she wanted, and it wasn't this blondie that she had to keep coming back to. She wanted someone who was true, someone who had respect enough for the things around him, respect for her and didn't want to do the things Draco had made her do. She wanted Ron, she knew he would never dissolve her into nothing but her body, she knew he was good.

     In short the whole situation was a fuckfest, but in the end even Draco knew what he was doing was wrong. If I wanted to get off so badly draco told himself why couldn't I just convince Harry instead of tainting myself why this dirty mudblood? Why have I fallen for this whore? Why do I get so nervous when I see her?

     And so with their thought's burning a hole into their minds, they went towards the Gryffindor common room in silence. Confused and worried, both only knowing a droplet of what they wanted.