The Jock and the Swot

Chapter 6

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The rest of the evening, Rowle kept a hand on Hermione's back, not allowing her to stray far from him. Hermione wondered again why he had invited her to the party. While he did speak with her, more often than not he was entertaining others, allowing her to stand at the fringe of the group. Before the party truly began to break up though, he bent down to whisper in her ear.

"Follow me," he murmured and guided her around the small group they were talking to and down a corridor, she hadn't noticed earlier. He led her along to the last door on the left and pushed it open. There were only two beds inside, but it looked like a typical Hogwarts dormitory.

"Is this your room?" Hermione asked, looking around.

"Mine and Antonin's," Rowle replied. He slipped both arms around her and she leaned her back against his chest. "Ours for the night."

Hermione snorted. "Kicking your roommate out?"

"He's done it to me often enough," Rowle murmured into her ear. He planted a kiss just below her ear, the same place Malfoy had earlier. Hermione shivered again, closing her eyes, and enjoying the sensation of his large hands running along her body. His fingers dug into her dress and began lifting her skirt up. It was short, so there wasn't much of a way to travel before his hand was cupping her mound. Her knickers were already slick with wanting him and she twisted her shoulders so she could press her lips to his.

"Overdressed, Rowle," Hermione muttered against his lips as he slid the zipper of her dress down.

"It's Thorfinn," he growled against her neck as he helped her out of her dress. Hermione stepped out of her heels at the same time and shimmied her knickers off her hips while flicking the clasp on her bra. Her back was still to Rowle, so she was surprised when she felt his warm skin behind her as he guided her toward one of the beds.

"I've dreamed of having you like this," Rowle hissed as he pushed her down onto the bed on her hands and knees.

Hermione responded by wiggling her bum in the air and arching her back. Rowle was suddenly right behind her, his heavy cock between her legs as one hand came around to finger her clit and the other to thumb a nipple.

"Fuck," Hermione gasped when the head of his cock slid inside her at the same moment he pressed his finger against her clit in just the right way.

"That's right, little witch," Rowle murmured as she bucked her hips back against him, fucking herself on his cock.

Their rhythm built, and it wasn't long before Hermione was panting in time to Rowle's groans. Her skin was slick with sweat when she felt his arms wrap around her torso and he pulled her up so that her back was against his chest. He sat back on his knees, and she straddled his lap as he helped her ride him.

"So fucking gorgeous," Rowle hissed against her neck, he gathered her hair to one side, holding it tightly there while he placed kisses along her shoulder. His other arm was still banded around her waist and Hermione felt a bit at a loss of what to do with her own arms. She reached one behind her, gripping his hair and twisted just far enough that she could kiss him. The other she slid along the arm banded about her waist, twining their fingers.