A hand shot out to grab Hermione by the wrist and pulled her into one of Filch’s broom closets. Another hand slapped over her mouth in the dark room as the door slammed shut. A hard body pressed against Hermione and held her in place.
“I saw you eyeing me, Granger,” a snotty voice snarled. Draco’s breath tickled her lips he was so close. “You have a problem with me, you filthy little Mudblood?” Draco had no interest in something soft and sweet.
His thoughts of Hermione had been like that over the last few days, much to his chagrin. Draco wanted her again, badly, he was already hard as he held her in place and his cock pressed against her tummy. But, he wanted something aggressive and…safe.
“Answer me, Granger,” he demanded, taking the hand off her mouth.