hphalloween_mod (hphalloween_mod) wrote in hp_halloween, @ 2012-10-31 17:55:00 |
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It had taken much longer than Draco anticipated for Hermione to show any interest, but once she had, he could hardly keep up with her. One October evening, they were swimming in the lake, where she was anything but timid.
The water lapped against her milky skin, her light brown nipples cresting occasionally. Draco relished the feel of her slick skin against him. He grew harder as he realized they were finally going to do it, in the lake, of all places. Hermione tugged him closer, wrapping her thighs and arms around him before awkwardly kissing him. Her mouth tasted like fish. His hands shifted, one clutching her arse, the other across her flank.
Hermione hissed.
What was that? He felt several cuts along her side, but before he could look, Hermione’s hand wrapped around his prick. Now it was his turn to hiss.
"Draco," she whispered, her smile unnaturally wide, teeth very sharp, "there’s something… wrong with the water."
He opened his mouth to speak, however her blackened tongue slithered in, crawling down his throat, gagging him. Draco struggled in vain, horrified as his hand brushed the flexing slits again.
Hermione dove deep, dragging him into the murky depths, excited to finally have her way with him.