Giving Into Temptation

Giving into Temptation

"Wow, Granger, you look delicious. I could just eat you up," Malfoy drawled. "Or out. Whichever you prefer."

Hermione breathed in sharply, trying not to pay attention to Malfoy's whispered words or his hands, which at the moment were sliding up her sides.

"I am taken, Malfoy."

"Only if you wear that pathetic excuse for a ring Weaselby gave you. Why not just slip it off? Out of sight, out of mind as I always say."

"Leave. Me. Alone."

But Malfoy persisted, his one hand slipping under her dress while his other brushed aside the hair covering her neck. His lips were warm and soft on her bare shoulder, and when they reached the sensitive area just below her ear she had to stifle a gasp. Malfoy could tell she was aroused, so he flitted out his tongue to lick beneath her ear, causing warmth to spread in Hermione's stomach.

"Please... stop..."

"But you don't want me to. If you did, you'd have had me immobilized by now. You're a clever witch, Granger, but you're as horny as the rest of us. And with Weaselby off at his brothers' shop, you're all alone without a release for all that pent up passion. Well, Granger, look no further. I am your release."

This time Hermione moaned when Malfoy's fingers went lower to seek out the wet warmth between her legs.

"Ohhh... Draco... Draco, stop..."

"I'll stop when you make me stop."

But she couldn't move to push him away. She merely stood there as he unzipped the front of her dress with his free hand and reached under her bra to knead her breasts.

"Draco... oh, Draco... ohhh..." Hermione trailed off into incomprehensible muttering.

Malfoy smirked into her hair, loving the fact that he had reduced her to a jibbering mess. Weaselby did not know what he was missing. Maybe the stupid git was gay. This made Malfoy's smirk widen into a grin like that of the Cheshire cat from Alice in Wonderland.

"Want to move this to the bed, then?"

Hermione could barely nod, and Malfoy removed his hand from under her dress so that he could pick her up. He had barely deposited her on the bed when she pulled him down to kiss him roughly. Her tongue sought out his and he obliged her.

"Fuck me now, Draco... please... before I explode from the wait."

"I can't very well refuse you when you asked so politely, can I?"

Hermione tore off her clothes and ripped Malfoy's shirt off his body, running her hands longingly up his bare chest. He finished disposing of the rest of his clothing and entered her in one fluid motion.

"Ohhh... oh, God..." Hermione groaned loudly when she came.

Malfoy had to admit, sex with the Mudblood wasn't bad at all. In fact, he wouldn't mind doing it again.

"Rest a bit, Granger. You'll need your energy for Round Two."

As Hermione slept in Malfoy's arms, he took the time to actually look at her. She was beautiful, even with messed up makeup and tousled "bed" hair. Damn, Weaselby. You don't realize how lucky you are, do you? If I had a girl like this at home I'd be making love to her everyday. I wouldn't leave her to find someone else. Well... your loss is my gain.

"So, Granger... ready for round two?"

* * *