Draco stood at the top of the stairs but hidden from view in a little nook off to the side. The excitement was building and building and it felt like he was waiting for an hour when it had only been a few minutes before her heard Hermione walking up the stairs…
It had been a tremendously hot few weeks. The things they had done were mind blowing. Draco hadn’t known that sex could be…like that! It also created some troubling emotions that Draco had been doing his best to bury them.
When he saw Hermione, Draco reached out and pulled her into the little nook. His hand moved to hold her by the neck but he didn’t squeeze. He looked at her with unbridled lust and want as he wore a contemptuous sneer.
“Are you following me, you foul little Mudblood?” Draco seethed in a soft whisper. The vile slur was one he found so exciting with the taboo nature of their relationship and he knew it made Hermione wet when he treated her like this…