Hermione Granger was engrossed in a large, dusty book about ancient spells, her brow furrowed in concentration. She didn't notice Draco Malfoy entering the library, his footsteps silent on the stone floor. He leaned against a bookshelf, watching Hermione with a smirk.
"Accio book," he whispered, casting an inflating charm. A nearby book flew towards Hermione, startling her. She glared at Draco, her voice low and dangerous. "You've got a death wish, Malfoy?"
Draco sauntered over to Hermione, unperturbed. "Just thought you could use a break, Granger," he replied, his eyes twinkling with mischief.
Hermione rolled her eyes, but she couldn't help but feel a thrill at Draco's proximity. She closed her book and stood up, facing him. Draco leaned in, his lips inches from Hermione's ear. "You know, Granger, you're much more interesting when you're not buried in books," he murmured.
Hermione felt a shiver run down her spine. She turned to face Draco, her eyes flashing. "And you're much less annoying when you're not being a prat," she retorted.
Draco laughed, a genuine, warm sound that caught Hermione off guard. He reached out and tucked a loose strand of hair behind her ear. Hermione's breath hitched at Draco's touch. She felt a sudden, intense desire to kiss him. But she wouldn't give him the satisfaction of knowing he affected her.
Draco noticed Hermione's reaction and grinned. He leaned in closer, his lips almost touching hers. "Admit it, Granger. You want me," he whispered.
Hermione scoffed. "You wish, Malfoy," she said, her voice shaky.
Draco, not one to back down, slid his hand down Hermione's arm and intertwined their fingers. "Then prove it," he challenged.
Hermione's heart raced. She looked at Draco, her eyes filled with desire. She slowly started to unbutton his shirt. Draco watched Hermione, his breath quickening. He slid his other hand up her skirt, his fingers brushing against her thigh.
Hermione gasped as Draco's fingers found her wet and ready. She continued to unbutton his shirt, her fingers trembling. Draco's hand traveled higher up her skirt, and Hermione moaned as he slipped a finger inside of her.
"You're so wet for me, Granger," Draco murmured, his voice husky with desire.
Hermione's only response was a moan as Draco increased his pace. She finally unbuttoned his shirt, revealing his toned chest. She ran her hands over his muscles, her fingers tracing the outline of his abs.
Draco's fingers moved faster, and Hermione felt herself on the brink of release. She leaned in and whispered in Draco's ear, "You better make me come, Malfoy."
Draco smirked and increased his pace even more. Hermione's moans filled the library as she came hard around Draco's fingers. She leaned against him, her breathing heavy.
Draco pulled his fingers out and brought them to his mouth, tasting Hermione's release. "Delicious," he murmured.
Hermione looked up at Draco, her eyes filled with desire. "Your turn," she said, her voice husky.
Draco's eyes twinkled with mischief as he picked Hermione up and placed her on the table. He pulled her skirt up and leaned down, his tongue tracing Hermione's wet folds.
Hermione moaned as Draco's tongue found her clit. He slipped a finger inside of her, and Hermione felt herself building up to another orgasm. She ran her fingers through Draco's hair, pulling him closer.
Draco increased his pace, his tongue moving faster and faster. Hermione's moans filled the library as she came hard, her release coating Draco's face.
Draco stood up, a satisfied smile on his face. Hermione straightened her clothes and looked at Draco, her eyes filled with desire.
"Until next time, Granger," Draco said, before turning and leaving the library.
Hermione sat there, her breathing heavy, a satisfied smile on her face. She couldn't wait for their next encounter.
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