All You Want

15) Maybe We Could Find New Ways To Fall Apart

Hermione had never envisioned herself as the sort of person who would have a torrid, secret, inter-house love affair while at Hogwarts. The premise was like one of the ridiculously bawdy wizarding romance novels in the literature section of Flourish & Blotts.

Hogwarts Love Affairs was its own, highly popular subsection, occupying multiple shelves. The books were strictly banned by Filch. Parvati and Lavender had smuggled them in anyway and read them voraciously, which was why Hermione knew about them.

She had never actually read any—well, she may have skimmed a few, purely out of intellectual curiosity.

Slytherin and Gryffindor was the classic secret relationship pairing; the ultimate star-crossed lovers. The inter-house rivalry always set the two characters at odds but the sexual tension between them would become undeniable. Eventually some plot device would force them together: a potions incident, trapped in the library, forced class partnership, or an implausible situation in which they had to share a private common room. The burgeoning desire would become irresistible. They would kiss. They would be horrified. They would declare that it would never happen again. Then the two characters would proceed to shag each other on every flat surface in the castle.

The number of iterations on the same trope that was a testament to wizarding creativity.

Hermione had always thought the books were rather hilarious. Did romance novelists really think Hogwarts' faculty would ever allow two teenagers to have a private room? Or that the prefects didn't know about every alcove and broom closet in the castle? What dutiful student would dare have sex in the prefects' bath? It sounded hazardously slippery. It was well-nigh impossible to smuggle someone through a common room without being noticed.

Almost everything about the stories had made Hermione snort derisively over the sheer implausibility as she snuck Parvati's books back onto their shelf.

In retrospect, perhaps not everything about the stories was implausible.

For one thing, Prefects weren't on patrol until curfew.

Malfoy found her in walking down a hallway after breakfast the next morning and dragged her into an alcove concealed behind a tapestry.

"Granger," was all he said by way of greeting before he kissed her. There was a flush of magic that shivered between them as his lips touched hers and she moaned softly.

"I thought—," she started when he started kissing along her jaw. "I thought we weren't supposed to—"

Her voice faded away as he slid a hand up her shirt and under her bra. He was already kissing down her neck toward her scent glands. She felt her whole body going slack in anticipation as she felt the heat of his mouth getting closer to them.

"Nghhh..." she said and her knees gave out.

Malfoy just pinned her to wall as he gave a long hard lick over her left scent gland.

"Oh god!" she choked.

He spent several minutes licking her scent glands and groping her before slipping a hand between her legs and pressing the heel of his hand against her clit. She bucked and ground against him.

"I'm going to fuck you tonight, Granger," he growled against her throat and his fingers twisted her clit through the fabric of her knickers and she sobbed faintly. "I'm going to lick every inch of you. And I'm going to fuck you at least twice."

Yes. Yes. Please Alpha.

"Also, I need your timetable. You have mine," he said as his fingers remained between her legs until she was trembling. "It will be easier to know when I can do this to you, if I know your schedule."