all the while slowly bobbing her head up and down his length, she definitely intended to enjoy the gorgeous show that was her lover in its most uncontrolled fashion.
her name in his mouth, both reverently loving and deliciously sinful at once, was the โgoโ she needed to care for her boyfriend and show him just how much she had missed him, all of him.
eyes still locked onto his pretty face even from her kneeling position, she witnessed โน
before, he would have thought sheโd cast a spell on his blood, to make him throb so under her touch. to make him throb simply from meeting her eyes as she slid to her knees. a long time before, when he hadnโt yet known love.
yet know that he did, heโd learnt that it wasnโt just
with delight how his features morphed as the effects of her mouth tending to his cock hit him.
tom was at its most beautiful when he momentarily slipped and let hints of vulnerability show, even if only for a moment, and this was one of them.
she had a front row seat and โน
hermione hated herself for this but, as soon as dracoโs mouth met the core of her hunger, she sighed with relief and pleasure in equal measure.
head ever so slightly thrown back, she relished the feeling of his tongue so intimately knowing precisely how she needed him and โน
with her fingers pushing him to her core, she may not have been able to see his smirk grow. she may not have been able to hear it either. but he would be damned if he didnโt let her feel exactly how loud it was when his tongue slapped her clit.
when he descended on her core with
onto his hair as if desperately trying to hold onto something, anything, to remain steady despite how furiously her thighs trembled, the witch couldnโt help the moans, nor the curses from leaving her mouth despite how hard she bit on her bottom lip.
fucking hell, โน
as strong a witch as she might be, she was only human. godric knew hermione was driven by emotions as much as she was driven by her brains and in this very moment, as her legs were already under the struggle of holding her under the warmth of his mouth trailing kisses โน
and there it was. the fire, the glorious, radiant fire that was hermione granger. a will, a courage that could defy the odds of an entire magical society and come out on top, an ambition that could rival his own boundless one.
a fire that consumed whatever it found as fuel, be
dangerously up her thigh, her heart took over.
for better and for worse.
โ โ โi fucking hate you, malfoy.โ
on merlinโs name, she meant this. every bloody word.
still, her hand reached for his blonde hair she did get a grip on, claiming control to bring him all the way to โน
face his bulging desire she soon placed against the flat of her tongue after flicking it against its tip.
staring up at her lover from this position, the sentiment conveyed in this one look left no room for doubt โ iโm entirely yours, it said.
there was no such thing as powerful as words, and she was reminded just how much this was true when he voiced his love aloud for nothing wrong could ever happen to her in a world where tom riddle loved her for there was nothing stronger, absolutely nothing, than the bond โน
his heart skipped a beat. it was nothing she hadnโt said many times over already, and yet it felt like the first time heโd heard it. the first time heโd come to know love, and feel it in return.
he had only the witch before him to thanks for that most magical of feeling that
โ โ โlet me take care of you, my love.โ
without more than those whispered words, she undid the button and zipper of his trousers, then freed him from the confines of his clothes. her hand was offering him slow strokes whilst the witch eventually got down to her knees to โน
hermione did not hate many people, but she definitely hated draco. more so when he would gloat so proudly at having gotten under her skin and managed to upset. even more so knowing he did this because he knew how she felt about him and how much she resented feeling this way. โน
he would have laughed if the silence wouldnโt have quite ruined the effect. did the little witch really think a simple silencing spell would shut him up?
the smirk on his lips was louder than ever, letting her know he knew exactly how he was getting on her nerves.
her flesh reacting all too well to his touch.
there was a fire burning in her eyes as she stared down at him. something which confessed โi want youโ but not without also admitting โi hate you so much for making me want you.โ
still, โน