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Sometimes Hate Is a Good Thing

by Hermione-G-Weasley
 
 

Chapter 5
And So It Starts
 

She had agreed to it. Jesus fucking Christ, she had actually agreed to it.

It actually hadn't been that hard at all. Draco had finally just given up and kissed the bitch
senseless, and before he knew it, she was agreeing to a sex and nothing else experience.

Wow, he was so good.

And now he was kissing her. Yes, she was an excellent kisser, and Draco hoped that it
was only a taste of what was to come. Realizing he needed to breathe, he pulled away
from her and caught his breath quickly.

"Let's get a few things straight." Draco backed away from her, noticing that the kiss had
left her breathless as well. "This is only happening because I have needs, and you are the
only female I've seen for the past week, so it's not like I have a great lot of choice. This is
purely about sex." He looked her square in the eye and was pleased to see she wasn't
protesting at all. "I do not love you. I don't even like you. In fact, I rather despise you."

She nodded, breathing normally again. "Good. Because I hate you."

He smiled despite himself. "Good then. Now, I have a question." He didn't wait for her
permission to ask. "You're a virgin, right?" He had to know for sure. Although, he was
pretty positive that she was, there was always the slight possibility that he was wrong.

Her eyes suddenly shot downward, and she muttered, "Yes." She blushed a bit, obviously
caught off-guard by the rather personal question.

He had embarrassed her. Good. The bitch deserved the torture.

Draco spoke, however, before he realized it. "Well, good. I like the virgin you in the
fantasies the best anyway."

At this, Granger's head shot up, her eyes flashing curiously. "Fantasies? What fantasies?"

Shit.

Draco cursed himself for being so thick. What now? He couldn't bloody well lie to her,
so he tried his best to recover in a dignified matter.

"Not fantasies, per say. But you know, one can't help but have thoughts when you priss
around showing your ass off so much."

Good, Draco. Make her think it's her own fault.

She stared at him for a moment before simply saying, "Oh."

Now who was being thick? For someone as brilliant as she was, she could be quite the
gullible idiot sometimes. Of course, when Draco thought about the company she normally
kept, he wondered how she managed to actually be intelligent at all. Thinking of Crabbe
and Goyle, Draco wondered how he himself managed to be so smart.

"Anyway," Granger's voice broke though his thoughts, "are you? A virgin, I mean."

Draco found himself laughing harder than he had in third year when Potter had fainted on
the Hogwarts Express. "Are you serious, Granger?"

She looked at him, puzzled for a moment, and then her confusion turned to anger at being
laughed at. "Well," she demanded, "are you, or aren't you?"

Draco finally calmed his laughter enough to say, "Honestly! Of course, I'm not. Just
because your precious pretty boy is a virgin does not mean that most normal seventeen
year old males are."

"How do you know Harry's a virgin?" Funny how she knew exactly who he was referring
to by "pretty boy."

Draco snorted at her question. "Oh, please. It's more than a bit obvious." 'And because
he's waiting on Finch-Fletchley to come out of the closet, so he can take it up the ass.'
Draco did not add the final part because he still remembered the stinging shock her hand
had left on his face during third year when she had smacked him. Of course, a slap from
her might be rather erotic right about now. Perhaps even reverse the roles a bit...

Because he was nearly positive that Hermione Granger had never had a spanking in her
entire life...

Once again, her annoying little voice broke into his thoughts, this time of having her sprawled
bare-assed across his lap.

"Ron's not a virgin, you know."

Putting Weasley's name into his sexual fantasy completely ruined it for him. Not to mention
disgusted him. He did note, however, that Granger had made the statement in what sounded
like an attempt to make herself seem a bit cooler. As though to let Draco know that her
precious trio was not completely made up of virginal prudes.

"Do you think I give a fuck if that piece of shit has found someone to dip his dick into?"

Still, Draco found himself wondering against his own will exactly which girl had been that
desperate.

"Hannah Abbott." Granger seemed to read his thoughts. "Last year."

Well, that made sense. Hannah Abbot was as big of a slut as any of them. All the houses
has their resident whores. Abbott for Hufflepuff. Those stupid Patil twins representing
Gryffindor and Ravenclaw- although, putting the two of them together might be fun...And,
of course, Pansy Parkinson, the Slytherin slut.

Still, Granger continued on. "He never actually told me, but I overheard him telling Harry
right after it happened. Said it just..."

"Would you shut up?!" The girl really did not know when to stop talking. "I have absolutely
no desire to hear about that low-life's pitiful sexual experience!"

Granger huffed up a bit at being told to shut up. Then she retorted snidely. "Funny how
you call him a low-life when he could so easily beat the shit out you."

Draco stared at her. "Do you think I'm stupid? Do you think I don't know that?"

Granger shrugged. "I wish he would, you know? You really deserve it." Her eyes narrowed
at him as though this was supposed to intimidate him.

Draco rolled his eyes. "Please. The only way he'd ever do it is if he found about this. In case
you haven't noticed, he only gets violent when someone insults you." He smiled at the sight of
the look on her face. "Of course, you didn't know that." He smirked, really aiming to piss her
off. "That son-of-a-bitch probably only managed to get off with Abbott because he was
picturing you. I'm sure that's how he gets himself off every night."

Draco watched in amusement as she turned bright red and then a bit green at the implications
that it was her face Weasley saw whenever he jerked off. Good. He liked seeing her
uncomfortable.

He continued on, not allowing her to reply. "He'd probably kill somebody to be in the position
that I'm in right now. " He smirked yet again. "He's probably been imagining himself being your
first since you were twelve years old." He watched her eyes flash. "Too bad he won't get his
wish."

Granger had obviously taken lessons from her two sidekicks, though, because the best
comeback she managed was a weak, "Shut up."

Draco smiled, amused at having won the first battle. "Anyway, I don't want to talk about
the broken heart Weasley's going to have or the broken neck I'll have if he ever finds about
this." And he would find out, by the way. Draco would make damn sure of that even though
he would need to literally fear for his life afterwards. "I just want to get on with this."

Granger shut up and nodded. "Fine."

"Okay," Draco sat down on the edge of a desk and looked at her. "So, I'm going to be
the one in control here obviously."

"What makes you think you're going to be the one in control?" She had crossed her arms
and was standing across from him.

"What makes you think I won't be?" he countered.

"What makes you think I'll let you?"

"What makes you think you can stop me?"

"What makes you think you're mighty enough to stop me from stopping you?"

"What makes you think you can confuse me with all this talking in circles and answering
questions with questions?" Damn, she was annoying. "I'm not Potter or Weasley, you
know? I'm a bit smarter than them, and I can keep up with your stupid word games."

Granger once again huffed into a pout. Was it possible that she was even more spoiled
than he was when it came to getting her way? He was sure her parents doted on her
every chance they got, and he knew her family had money, though not nearly as much
as his own, of course. They probably gave the bitch everything she ever asked for. And,
of course, it wasn't hard to get her way with Dumb and Dumber. He had seen the way
they did anything she told them to do and the way they always changed their plans to do
whatever she wanted to do.

She glared at him, but then to his surprise said, "Well, claiming to be smarter than them
is not too great of a task, you know? Just because you're smarter than Ron and Harry
doesn't mean you're as brilliant as you think you are."

Draco laughed. Granger had all but admitted out loud that her best friends were idiots.
Not only that, but she had given him a good laugh by saying he wasn't as brilliant as he
thought he was. Ha! If she only knew the brilliance of the plan he was working on at
that very moment. She would know soon enough, though. Yes, soon enough.

It couldn't come soon enough, though. Moving along, he said, "Look, can we just get on
with this?"

She raised her eyebrows. "I'm still waiting to find out exactly why you think you're going
to be the one controlling everything here."

Draco stood up and looked down at the girl in front of him. She had gall; he had to admit
that. She didn't appear to be the least bit intimidated by the sight of him towering over her.
But Draco liked that.

"Look, Granger. You're a virgin, and I'm not. I know what I'm doing. That's why I get to
be the one in control."

To his surprise, Granger simply shrugged. "Oh, I'm sure I could figure it out. You don't
know how many times I've seen this happening in my dreams."

At her own words, Granger suddenly appeared horrified.

Draco was absolutely speechless. She had seen this in her dreams? Was it possible that
the Hogwarts princess herself had been having the same naughty dreams that he had? Oh
God, this was too good to be true.

Finally, remembering how to speak, Draco smiled at her. "Dreams, eh? So, you've been
dreaming of this, have you?"

It was more than obvious that she had lost the ability to speak as well. She just looked up
at him, unable to look away, blushing a brighter red than her wannabe boyfriend's hair.

Taking the opportunity to antagonize her even more, he pressed on. "So, tell me. In these
dreams, what are we doing?"

Granger still said nothing. He was positive she was praying for the earth to open up and
swallow her alive.

This was priceless.

"In these dreams," he continued, "are we here like this? Just the two of us?"

Still, no response.

All of his own dreams were about to come true.

Taking a step closer to her, he bent down to where he could whisper into her ear. "What
are we doing, Granger? Tell me."

He saw her shiver in reaction to the feel of his breath on her ear as she stared straight
ahead, still refusing to, or unable to, speak.

He took another step closer to her, causing her to back up and hit the table behind them.
With nowhere for her to go, she was trapped by his body.

This was getting exciting already.

Still leaning into her ear, he placed one hand on the table beside her. The other hand he
used to grasp her chin and force her to look at him. "Do we kiss like this?" He pressed his
lips against hers and was pleased to find that she was weakened to the point of having to
lean against the table for support. He liked kissing her. Yes, but it wasn't enough. He
wanted to do so much more than just kiss the bitch.

He wanted to make her as wet as she was making him hard.

Still kissing her, he moved his hands to her waist and lifted her easily onto the table. She
was now sitting on the edge of the table, her own hands behind her as she kissed him back.

Finally pulling away from her, he took pleasure in the look on her face as she swallowed,
desperately tying to regain her senses.

"You'll like this," he promised her, the sadistic smile still covering his face. "You'll like
every bit of it."

Granger finally gave him a verbal response. Nodding, she said quite breathlessly, "I know."

She knew, did she? Yes, it appeared that the little twit had pictured herself enjoying it very
much. Draco was not complaining in the least.

Taking the initiative to move things on a bit, he removed his hands from her waist and rested
them on the top of her thighs. He liked the way she nearly jumped when he touched her; if she
was responsive to that, he couldn't imagine what she would be like when he touched her in
her other places.

He started rubbing the tops of her legs very gently, enjoying the look in her eyes as he stared
her down intensely. Her skin was smooth and soft, but he had always known it would be.

For once in his life, he was thankful for the blasted short skirt he had cursed for so long.

"I'm going to like it, too," he admitted as his hands slowly found their way under the hem of
her skirt and raised even higher than before.

She nodded, jerking slightly when his hands came extremely close to the bottom of her panties.
He wondered if she was wearing white cotton ones like she had the other day. "I know," she
breathed again.

He wanted to keep his hands working under her skirt until he found out exactly what kind
of panties she was wearing, but he didn't want to rush things. No, he was going to enjoy this
immensely. So, he promptly removed his hands and placed them on her shoulders. Leaning
down to kiss her yet again, he let his hands slip down her arms which were still supporting
her as she leaned back just a bit. His hands came to rest on her own as he deepened their
kiss a bit. He heard her moan, and he couldn't hide the smile that covered his lips as he
continued to kiss her.

He wanted to know if her skin was as salty as it always was in his dreams. Removing his
lips from her own, he slowly trailed a line of kisses down her chin and onto the center of her
neck. He noticed the way she automatically dipped her head backwards, and he smiled
against her skin.

Yes, it was just as salty as he always imagined it. The salty taste of sweat mixed with fear
mixed with pleasure. Yes, it was perfect. He let his tongue slip from his mouth and lick
gently at the center crevice of her neck, and he felt himself getting more excited when she
let out what he knew was an involuntary moan of approval.

She liked it.

Well, she had no idea what was to come. He was intent on making this an experience that
neither of them would soon forget. He was going to make her feel things she had never felt,
do things she had never done, and think things she had never thought.

He was going to make her pay for tormenting his dreams for so long.

Removing his hands from the tops of her own, he reached for the back of her shirt. It was
still tucked tightly into the top of her skirt, but that wasn't going to last very long. He tugged
it until the back-half of it was loose but the front was still tucked in. Her hands stayed
behind her, holding her up, but she was tilting her head to the left in an eager attempt to
make him move his lips to the side of her neck.

He obliged her. Assaulting the side of her neck heatedly, he nibbled, kissed, and sucked it
until she was shutting her eyes and moaning repeatedly.

But he wanted her to do more than moan.

Thankfully, she had shut up and was no longer trying to talk. Yes, he decided. The
Granger who couldn't speak but could sigh and moan appreciatively was definitely the
best kind.

His hands were still on her back, but he thought it was time for a bit more hand on skin
action, so he slowly and tantalizingly ran his hands up the back of her shirt and high onto
her back. He felt her lean into him as his hand came into contact with the clasp of her
bra. Not waiting to get her response, he quickly and easily undid the clasp, feeling it fall
open in the back under his hand.

Draco felt her tense as she suddenly realized that things were actually going somewhere,
and for a moment, he worried that she might stop him. But his fears were quickly replaced
with amusement as he suddenly saw a whole new side of the Head Girl. She sat up
completely and reached for him, bringing his lips back into contact with her own. She
kissed him roughly, and Draco had to admit that he liked this side of her. It was the first
time she had initiated anything since he had kissed her earlier.

He felt her tongue licking at his lower lip furiously, as her hands tangled in the blonde hair
on the back of his head. She was obviously quite eager to deepen the kiss, and he decided
not to deny her the access she was begging for. However, if she thought she could get the
upper hand by kissing him, she was deeply mistaken. Opening his mouth, he felt her tongue
quickly move to assault his own, but just as it slipped past his lips, he shut it again, trapping
her tongue between his lips. He sucked on it gently while he let his own tongue flick upward
to tease the tip of hers.

She moaned loudly, and he was shocked to suddenly find her hands sliding down his back
and pulling him toward her as her legs slid open a bit. Instead of standing in front of her knees,
he was now standing between them, her legs easily opened in the short skirt. She scooted as
close as possible to him, and he realized that their lower bodies were almost in direct contact
with each other.

He was almost in shock. He had no idea who she had learned to kiss like that from, but he
made a mental note to thank whoever it was. And she was getting turned on so quickly. She
was more eager than he was even.

God, she was making him hard.

He felt her hands traveling even further down his back until they rested on the top of his pants.
Just as he had untucked her shirt from the back of her skirt, she was working on getting his
shirt free from the navy blue slacks of his uniform which he, too, was still wearing.

She was crazy if she thought she was going to actually be the one in control.

He quickly removed his hands from her back and reached behind him to grab hers as he
pulled away from the kiss suddenly.

"Not so fast, Mudblood." He made sure to spit the word out just so he could see her eyes
flaring dangerously with anger. "I want to enjoy this."

She stared at him. "Then what the hell are you waiting on?" she asked suddenly.

Draco smiled at her. "Whoa, you're in quite a hurry there, aren't you, Granger?"

She rolled her eyes at him. "Just get on with it!"

He was deeply amused that she was so... well... horny. This was a girl who had needed a
good lay for a long time, and that fact was more than bit obvious.

Still holding her hands in his own behind his back, he brought them around to their sides
and dropped them. Looking her straight in the eye, he said very plainly, "We're going to
do this my way."

To his surprise she didn't protest, but he figured she might have a hard time forming words
as his hands once again proceeded to explore her bare back under her blouse. He ran them
up to where her bra should have been and found that it had now completely dropped open
and was hanging off of her shoulders. He grabbed the sides of it and pulled it down as far
as he could until the sleeves of her blouse started to get in the way.

He didn't bother with the blouse or the bra anymore, though, because his main concern
right then was her supple little breasts which he could feel pressed against his chest. And
he could still take care of those.

He kissed her quickly as he moved his hands around her waist to the skin of her smooth
stomach. He noted that she had a very flat, firm stomach, but he really didn't care too much
at that moment. He could feel the material of her bra right above his hands, and he didn't
hesitate to tug it down a bit and move his hands upward.

She gasped when he grabbed her. He liked that. And he really liked the way she started
breathing a bit irregularly when he started to massage them into his palms.

"Oh, my God," she muttered as she automatically leaned into his touch, a look of utter
pleasure on her face.

Draco smirked at her. "You like that, do you?"

Granger didn't try to deny it; she simply nodded furiously and once again braced herself
with her hands behind her.

"What about this?" He promptly proceeded to take her already very hard nipple between
his forefinger and thumb and pinch and then soothed it with his smooth fingertips.

Granger did more than just gasp that time; she actually squealed a bit and jumped slightly.

"Do you like that?"

"God, yes!" A look of pure want was covering her face, and Draco had to admit that this
wild Granger was rather enticing.

He suddenly realized that he couldn't take care of those breasts as well as he wanted to
with all that clothing still concealing them, so he pulled his hands away from her breasts- he
smiled slightly at Granger's obvious objection to this- and reached for the bottom of her
shirt. He tugged at the few pieces here and there that were still being restricted by her skirt
and then went to work unbuttoning it, starting at the bottom.

The buttons were easy enough to undo, but Draco was taking his time because he was
simply reveling in the look of anticipation covering the girl's face. This was already going
as well as he could have hoped, and he realized that this might even be more fun than his
wildest fantasy. She was absolutely dying from the wait.

And he was thrilled.

As he worked his way up the buttons, he looked down to find more and more of her skin
revealed. Yes, she did have the tight little abs that he had felt before. Very nice, indeed.

He looked up to catch her eye, and to his actual surprise, she didn't seem to be the least
bit uncomfortable with being undressed by him. He would have liked to see her suffer a bit,
but the anxious look flashing from her brown eyes was almost as good. She wanted him as
much as he wanted her.

When he got to her mid-stomach area, he was could see the light pink bra that was hanging
so loosely from her shoulders, falling below her breasts. God, he couldn't wait to see them.
He couldn't wait to touch them again.

He couldn't wait to taste them.

Yes, he would start driving her over the edge like that and then he would move onto even
more personal areas. He would show her all the wonderful things a man's mouth could do.
He would show her everything there was to show.

And, God, would he enjoy it.

Getting extremely anxious, he hurriedly undid the last few buttons. He could see the swell
of the inside of her breasts peaking out of the shirt that was now completely open. Without
thinking, he slid the blouse off her shoulders, and she lifted her arms to slide it completely
off. Then, she took it upon herself to discard of the already unclasped bra.

Damn.

How the hell had she gotten to be so damn sexy? She was absolutely perfect. Her flat
stomach, topped off with the perfect-sized breasts he had always known she had. This
was exactly the way he had always pictured her.

And now the fun was about to begin.

He wanted to say something to piss her off, but he couldn't think of a thing. Oh, well. He
could do without an insult at least this once.

He was staring at her, sitting on that desk, her legs spread enough apart in her tiny skirt just
to affect him, completely topless, her hair piled on top of her head, her black patent leather
shoes over her knee-high navy socks. The naughty schoolgirl thing reminded him greatly of
a Muggle porn film he had managed to glimpse the summer before while staying in a hotel in
Paris, and he had to admit that the situation definitely had its possibilities. Now, if only had
a ruler to complete the scene. Well, he did have a magic wand- both literally and figuratively...

He suddenly realized she was staring at him intently. "Well?" she asked, obviously as anxious
as he was.

He grinned at her. "Wow, Granger, you are quite the impatient one." He ignored her huff
of protest, though, and moved closer to her. He kissed her again before she had a chance
to start talking again, his hands moving up to once again knead the perfect mounds that were
her breasts. He heard her groan, and he kissed her deeper, massaging her a bit more
roughly.

He could get off just by seeing and hearing her reactions to what he was doing.

A sly smile crossed his lips as he moved them down her jaw and once again to the hollow
of her neck while he continued to bring moans from the back of her throat by using his hands
to assault her. Knowing that he was going to get a huge reaction out of her with his next
move, he decided he couldn't wait any long. Yes, touching her was nice; he definitely liked
the feel of her very hard, very peaked nipples between his fingers.

But he wanted more.

The lips that were currently at work on the left side of her neck started traveling downward
at a slow pace. He was leaving a trail of sweet kisses behind as he neared his destination,
and then, all at once, he was there.

He kissed the top of her left breast gently, and he felt her react immediately. Her hands
moved from the table behind her to rest on his shoulders in an attempt to bring him closer
to the target she was dying for him to hit.

He couldn't help but be amused.

She had teased him for over a year now every time she stepped out of her room dressed
the way she did. It was payback time.

Seemingly obliging her, he let his mouth travel dangerously close to the very part of her
body that was giving away her arousal more so than any other. He kissed the area around
the nipple, making sure to allow his tongue the opportunity to flick across the actual peak
every so often quickly and teasingly.

She was going crazy.

Obviously annoyed with his neglect of the sensitive area, she was trying to move around in
an attempt to force herself into his mouth. Of course, this didn't work, and Draco actually
found it rather amusing. Finally giving into her, he let his lips cover her quickly before nicking
her with his teeth. To this, she gasped, but she soon started a low purring sound when he
soothed her with the tip of his tongue.

She tasted so good. Draco soon found himself nuzzling her, suckling her until she was
panting for breath. Then he let his mouth replace his other hand that was still working away
at her right breast and gave it the same sort of attention he had just given the left. To his
delight, she grabbed the back of his head and tried her best to hold him to her.

She liked it.

He felt her scoot backwards on the table, and, still holding onto his head, she led him back
with her. He leaned further over her until she was nearly in a reclining position. His mouth
continued to torture her breast as he found himself getting more and more into it.

Finally removing himself from her suddenly, he leaned back up and quickly unbuttoned
his own shirt, sliding it off of his shoulders. He wanted to know how it felt to have her skin
pressed against his own. And he was quite flattered at the way she was eyeing him from
her half-reclined position on the desk. She had a hunger in her eyes that he knew was
probably matched in his own.

He approached her once more and placed his hands on the tops of her thighs for the
second time that night. Looking her directly in the eye, he slowly pushed them away from
each other, parting her legs quite a bit more than they previously had been before he
stepped between them and moved his hands to her shoulders. He pushed her backward
until she was fully on her back, her legs still hanging halfway off of the desk. He wanted
to join her.

He bent down and grabbed her ankles, lifting them and placing her feet on the table as she
scooted back even more. Her knees were bent, and as soon as her feet were on the table,
she automatically shut her knees, though still leaving her feet a good bit apart from each
other. Draco didn't care. He crawled onto the table in between her open legs. As he did,
her knees seemed to forget that they were supposed to be clamped together, and they fell
apart, giving Draco the best view of his life. He glanced down because he just had to know.

Yes. White cotton panties. The poster underwear for virginal innocence.

He smiled to himself, thinking how the virginal innocence was going to be just one of the
things about the bitch that would be changed forever after that night. Just one of many.

He saw her left leg slide back down to flatten out against the table, her ankle and foot
now the only things hanging off the edge. Her right leg was still bent, and she was
supporting herself by leaning back on her elbows while she watched him intently as he
positioned himself to straddle the flattened leg. He was on his knees above her, and
as he looked down he reflected on all the times he had pictured her underneath him.

This was so perfect.

Once again, he let his lips assault hers in a rough and hard manner. She liked it rough; he
could already tell. He knew for sure by the way she seemed to come to life as he massaged
her breasts in the same rough and hard manner. She was inexperienced, yes, but she
definitely knew exactly how to dig her fingernails into his naked back as she pulled him
even closer to him. He couldn't help but jump a bit as he felt her hands suddenly positioning
themselves on his ass and yanking him toward her; in one swift movement, their lower
bodies came into direct contact with each other. He pulled back just a bit to look into her
eyes before lowering his head to once again take her breast into his mouth.

He couldn't get enough of her.

And when she started thrusting her hips upward towards him despite the fact that he hadn't
even begun to excite that part of her yet, he let out a very involuntary groan. She was really
going to drive him crazy.

"God!" she gasped, almost inaudibly. She was still grinding her hips into his as though she
were almost begging him to pay her lower body some attention.

Well, if she wanted it...

Draco pulled back from her breasts and leaned up a bit. "So, are you getting excited?" he
teased her smartly.

She rolled her eyes, her breathing totally off-course. "Would you shut your damn mouth
for more than three minutes and just keep going?" she demanded, haughtily.

Draco almost had to laugh. So, she was the same bossy bitch in situations like this as she
was in class. Fine. If she wanted to be demanding, he'd let her.

He let his hands creep lower until they were on the outside of her thighs. Raising his hands
underneath her skirt, he let them creep upwards until they were actually touching the sides
of the cotton material of her panties.

To his surprise, she nodded very suddenly. "Yes!" she gasped. "Do that!"

Damn. Draco couldn't believe how completely and utterly she was into it.

"You like that?" he asked as his hands started their work by moving across the top of
them.

She didn't grace him with a response. Instead, she lifted herself to meet his waiting hand.

He enjoyed torturing her. Just as he had teased her breasts before, he teased her lower
body as well. He moved his hands over her; though never coming into direct contact with
her crotch area, he moved dangerously close. He moved his hands lower to the opening
of her legs, and worked the inside of her thighs by tracing his fingertips up and down, so
very, very close.

"What about this?" he asked, grinning at her.

And with that, he suddenly and quickly relieved her. Cupping her into his hand, he started
to tease her by squeezing a bit and running the tip of his middle finger back and forth over
her opening which was still covered by the thin material of her underwear.

God, she was wet.

Just as he had imagined, he had gotten those panties soaked during his torturous activities.
And he could feel her heat radiating into his hand as he watched her biting her lip in
anticipation of what was to come.

"Yes, you like that," he observed, amused.

She nodded quickly, urging him to continue. But he was having too much fun watching her
suffer. Tricking her, he hooked his pinky into the elastic of the left leg hole of the panties and
ever so slightly grazed her skin. She gasped loudly, and her hips started bucking once again
in expectancy.

But she was not in luck.

As quickly as he had inserted it there, he removed it. With the hand that was still under her
skirt, he reached around to cup her backside. Yes, she had a nice, firm ass as well. His other
hand, he used to reach behind her and slide the zipper of her skirt down in an extremely slow
and pointed fashion.

His eyes never left hers as he took the opportunity to pull her skirt over her hips which she
had so graciously raised in an attempt to help.

Damn, how did he get this lucky?
 
 
 

Now, don't forget that this isn't the end. I'll do the next part from Hermione's POV. Please
R/R! It will really help me get the rest out quickly!
 

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