conducive to comfortable sleep, but sleep on she did. Although she was beginning to make a great deal of small, huffy noises.
Each moist exhalation was keenly felt by Draco. At that point, it no longer mattered who they were, or where they were. It didn't matter that he had found her to be entirely repellent on a daily basis for nearly seven years. All that mattered was that Granger was a soft, warm, girl in his bed and that a rather insistent part of his male anatomy was begging for an encore. Placing a hand on her arse, Draco brought her hips closer to him and tentatively pushed the blunt head of his cock against her lower belly.
Granger's skin was cool to the touch, and so very soft. She furrowed her brow in her sleep, pursing her lips slightly. Her right hand remained between their faces, palm up and fingers curled. She looked innocent in sleep, and that thought sent a fresh wave of arousal spearing through Draco.
Quim was quim, Draco told himself, and from the extremely eager state of his penis, this one had been rather good.The grinding of his hips against Granger's dragged the crumpled sheets further under them, offering Draco a first (sober) glimpse of her breasts. They weren't overly large, as he was partial to. On the small side really, which was a shame.
He was vaguely aware that a snotty little voice at the back of his head had been shouting for some time now, "Hey! You're looking at Granger's tits!"Yes, welcome back brain. Where were you six hours ago?
He indulged himself by cupping her right breast, squeezing it and then watching interestedly as the light pink nipples quickly hardened and flushed. The sudden change from sitting upright, to lying on his side caused a dizzying rush of blood to flow to his head. For a moment, Draco fought the urge to give in to nausea. The foul taste in his mouth and the stale smell of cigarette smoke and old carpet was not helping matters. Without giving it too much thought, he closed his eyes pressed his mouth and nose against Granger's hairline, breathing in her scent. Something, anything that would take his mind off his roiling stomach.
There it was again- vanilla and roses. But there was also sweat, and the unmistakable musk of sex. Feeling fortified, Draco hitched her leg up further over his hips. With a careful hand, he reached once more between their bodies and slowly guided his cock between her legs. The sensation of his own hand on his aching flesh was heavenly enough, but once he had tucked it snugly against the damp, curls between Granger's thighs, the sensation was heightened.
She was well prepared for him; sticky, coated with her own lubricant and what Draco assumed to be his previous contributions to the cause. This worked well to his advantage as it provided a smooth glide right into the heat of her.
And still she slept.
Draco's eyes rolled back into his head as he grunted softly. All the stupid, tacky words he had heard associated with the female sex sang through his head. Granger was incredibly swollen, and tight beyond description. Glove, velvet, snug, grip, pull, tug, friction, suction, cunt. It all applied.
More flashes of memory. Of Granger's laughter muffled into his shoulder as they hurriedly walked away from the festivities in the Great Hall and followed the trail that would lead them to Hogsmeade. Granger calling him a bigoted, waste of magical talent and then shoving him away from her. More fuzzy, distorted shapes, the feelingof minor triumph at an accepted kiss, and the thrill of anticipation that followed.
The sound of an Apparition 'pop'. A faint feeling of danger, dulled by excitement.
Another memory dislodged itself from the repository, this one even more pristine that the rest. Granger seated astride on the chair that now lay broken, her curly head bobbing up and down over him. His slow, steady instructions as his hands fisted in her hair, as he used her mouth with more care than he would have normally shown with his partners.
This particular image succeeded in separating Draco's mind from his body for a split second, and his hips took full opportunity to thrust into Granger forcefully enough to push her back along the bed.
"Ow," she whispered in a raspy voice, her brow now furrowed. She licked her lips in exactly the same manner Draco had done minutes earlier. Her eyes were moving rapidly under her closed eyelids.