She knew never to trust a Malfoy. Especially Draco. He was true to his word, the minute we entered the classroom, there wasn't any seats left.
'You two, ten points each for being late and disrupting my class. Now seat over there,' and by there he meant all the way in the front. Where everyone could see them.
'Oh, I wonder what I'll do to the little kitty from Gryffindor,' his voice was low and husky against her ear. She felt faint for some strange reason.
'Malfoy, stop. Everyone can see us,' she turned around and earned an apolegtic glance from Harry who was sitting in the middle section behind her, while Ron was red, because she was seating with Malfoy. Didn't Ron know that jealously doesn't become him.
She smiled shortly and turned back. Opening up her Potion's text to 'Creating a healing potion for the less severe.' She very suddenly gasped when a hand creped up her skirt. And obviously Malfoy took it upon himself to keep his word.
'Stop it,' she tried moving away but his hand just crept closer.
'Why should I?' he looked behind him and smiled implishly at Harry and Ron, and then turned to me and scowled.
'Malfoy, Snape could see us, everyone could see us,' she was panicing, she tried pushing his hand away but his firm grip help her in place.
It traveled farther up, teasing the underside of her knickers. Her breathe caught and she stared intently at the tabletop. Malfoy didn't even touch her there and she felt like she was going to fall over.
She bit her lip to stop from moaning when Malfoy's hand creped up under her butt. How he managed that? She had no idea. She tried not to whimper, but found it very difficult. His warm hand was pushing her knickers aside to penetrate what she could hope was her center and they were in Potion's class, right at the front of class.
'Come on, Granger. Don't you feel naughty for giving in to me? Tell me,' he asked, looking down at his text.
Biting her lip, she knew she couldn't lie to him. He made her feel things she never felt before. Not even Ron, the boy whom she thought at one point she loved never made her feel so wanton and desirable. It was too tempting to give Malfoy everything that she couldn't give Ron.
'Yes, I love it. Is that what you want to hear?' she hissed out, unconsciously rocking her hips in time with his wandering fingers, that were slowly starting to penetrate her.
'Good, little girl,' she tried not to moan out loud. But Malfoy was using such dirty words, it was wreaking havoc with her mind.
It was becoming too much. She had no idea what was wrong with her, and she didn't want to know. She got to her feet, ignoring Malfoy's grasping hand and Harry calling her voice. She whirled around and ran for it.
She felt dizzy, and confused. It felt like every emotion she had ever felt was bombarding her, again and again. She wished that she could move foward and take that unknown step with Malfoy by her side but...
It was all too much, and she had no idea what to do about it.
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