Hermione slammed the heavy oak door behind her, the Restricted Section silent except for their breathing. Draco was already there, leaning against the bookshelf, silver eyes locked on her.
"Granger. You came."
"Shut up and fuck me," she said, dropping her bag. She crossed the space fast, grabbed his robes, and yanked him into a kiss that was all teeth and tongue. Draco groaned into her mouth, hands sliding down to squeeze her ass hard.
He spun her around and bent her over the nearest table. Books scattered to the floor. His fingers worked her skirt up, yanked her panties aside, and shoved two fingers straight into her wet pussy.
"Fuck, you're soaked already," he muttered, pumping them deep. Hermione pushed back against his hand, grinding on his fingers.
"Less talking, more cock," she snapped.
Draco laughed low, pulled his fingers out, and freed his hard dick. He rubbed the head along her slit once, then slammed in to the hilt. Hermione gasped, gripping the table edge as he started fucking her in hard, fast strokes. Skin slapped. The table creaked. He reached under her, rubbed her clit rough and fast while he pounded her.
"Take it," he growled. "You love getting fucked by a Malfoy, don't you?"
Hermione moaned louder, pushing back to meet every thrust. "Yes. Harder."
He gave it to her. Pulled her hair, angled deeper, and fucked her until her legs shook. When she came, it was sudden and loud, pussy clenching around him. Draco didn't stop. He kept driving in, chasing his own release, until he pulled out and came across her ass in thick stripes.
They didn't move for a moment, breathing hard. Then Draco hauled her up, turned her around, and kissed her again, slower but still dirty.
"Round two on the floor," he said against her lips. "I'm not done with you yet."
Hermione shoved him down onto the rug, straddled him, and sank onto his cock again. She rode him hard, hands braced on his chest, tits bouncing under her open shirt. Draco grabbed her hips, thrusting up to meet her, thumb working her clit until she came a second time, grinding down and swearing.
He flipped them, pinned her wrists, and fucked her missionary style on the dusty floor, deep and relentless. Hermione wrapped her legs around him, heels digging into his back, taking every inch. When he came this time, he stayed buried inside her, hips jerking.
They lay there tangled, sweat cooling, until Draco finally spoke.
"Same time tomorrow?"
Hermione smirked. "Bring the cuffs."
