Dramione // NSFW
Hermione knew it was risky, what she was about to do in the eighth-year common room, but the dorms were full, and everyone had gone to bed. She was too pent up, and privacy charms on bed curtains were too obvious.
Hermione knew it was risky, what she was about to do in the eighth-year common room, but the dorms were full, and everyone had gone to bed. She was too pent up, and privacy charms on bed curtains were too obvious.
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All day, she’d needed this, and the image of it replayed over and over in her mind. Maybe once she got off, she could stop thinking about it and focus.
If she stared long enough, she could trace his length all the way up to the flared tip of him.
And she had.
She’d been wet ever since.
The voice made her jump at least a foot in the air. She couldn’t even remove her hand from her cunt; her fingers were soaking wet.
She stared at him like a frozen prey under threat.
And then she saw what he was wearing.
Grey fucking /joggers/.
But grey joggers?
He may as well have been wearing nothing at all.
Malfoy was a lot of things, but he wasn’t stupid.
“Touching yourself where anyone could see you?” he tsked quietly, but his voice was a bit raspy.
He wasn’t unaffected by her, by what he’d caught her doing.
“Show me,” he murmured, licking his lips. “Let me see how wet your fingers are.”
She glared at him indignantly.
“What are you—”
Her heart pounded when he moved toward the sofa, perching at the end, facing her.