Bride of the HP Dragon

It was as if a bank had burst, as if someone had flicked away a deformed and mottled old leaf with a finger, as if a trickle had suddenly burst into a torrent without warning.

Granger's feet wrapped around him underwater, and his hands held her hips for support, the skin rubbing against her skin was unmistakably palpable.He's surprised that the heat from the mixture of each other's tattoos hasn't boiled the water in the bath.This is not the heat itself, but after the fingers and palms touch the skin, the heat raised by the warm friction gathers in these parts.The lines on his fingertips felt sharp, as if they had sprouted extra nerve endings.Draco's last relevant memory is that of him handing over an overdue library book to Mrs. Pince, who discovered that he accidentally dropped the book in a mud puddle on the way to Hogsmeade a month ago, almost to kill him.

I'm going crazy, he realizes, and then realizes he doesn't really care.

Her kisses were hers, with a quiet focus, almost industrious, a marvelous detail, as if she were trying to extract all she could from his touch, his taste, his texture. .

Maybe there will be an exam later, he thought, smiling as he slid into her mouth, feeling a strange mixture of contentment and white-hot desire.

Some extremely passionate, careless girls will think that suffocating hard kisses on his face indicate good technique.He was just content to hold Hermione passively and let her set him ablaze subtly in her own way.

She still acted ridiculously gentle, maybe because of his shoulder injury.He wanted to tell her that he was stronger than she thought, and that she could hurt him as long as she wanted.The contrast between her surprisingly soft skin and the callused Quidditch wounds on his hands was delightful.

When her gentle movements were no longer satisfying, he lifted her chin with his hand, tilted her head to one side, and took the initiative to kiss.His initiative was rewarded with a sigh from Hermione.She put her hands on his shoulders, wrapped them around his neck, and ran a step further through his hair.Her breasts pressed against his chest excitedly.He wanted to kiss them, but it meant leaving her lips for a moment, and he couldn't stand it.

Eventually it was Granger who backed away, probably feeling the need to get into a more comfortable position.As they were now, she needed to work hard to reach his tall frame and keep from slipping off his neck every time she threw herself into it.This gave Draco a chance to take a quick look at her.Just to make sure it was her in his arms when he wasn't looking, and not some dark-haired know-it-all banshee.

Yes, it was Hermione, and she was the motel girl again, but he recalled a line someone had said that hit his mind, Muggle nonsense, God made man in pairs.Everyone will have a partner, maybe in the arrangement of all things, she is his other half.

When a girl has the ability to make you doubt your Creator, that's a red flag, a sentence pops out of his head that feels like a rude stab in the ribs.

He moved his lips to the exciting skin behind her ear and sucked deeply.It was a good way to feel the heat of her blood sprouting under his lips.He backed away a little, looking at the charming red hickey he made.Merlin helps him, he wants to leave more marks on her.He wanted to see him rubbing shoulders with himself in the school corridor, carefully pulling his collar to cover up and scratch these marks he knew well.

Hermione finally let go of him a second time to catch her breath.Every mouth-to-mouth, soft inhale conveyed her nervousness, but then her lazy exhalation reassured him.He could see her pupils dilated, the black overpowering the brown in them.

She looked overjoyed, more distraught.He let her leave tiny kisses on the corners of his mouth, cheeks, nose and closed eyelids.Her pink tongue tasted the moisture that condensed on it.

Draco said something, but couldn't realize what he had said.Maybe some rude words with words like "oh my god" in them.

It's not good to say "oh my god" again.

His hands spontaneously ran over her buttocks, touching her tattoos.Before he touched the silver dragon, he could almost imagine the tiny visible electric current rushing from his fingertips.

As he did so, the two nearly woke up from the shock.

The spell may have been etched into her skin, elusive and ethereal, but its effect was very real.Hermione, just as confused as Draco, rested her head on his shoulder after the initial contact.In his arms, she felt lighter than a butterfly.

He didn't want to stop, the spell told them not to stop.His teenage sex drive apparently caused him to defect to supporters of FidaMia, and Lust was clamoring.

He didn't think about anything else but finishing what he had begun.He held his own hardness and guided it into her body.Not an easy task considering the difference in height and the fact that she was drenched.

He closed his eyes, leaned against her forehead, and said her name, and after she wriggled uncomfortably, he sank an inch.

Even if the walls of the castle began to crumble at this moment, he had to admit honestly that he couldn't stop.He wants more, he wants her all.They'll have other chances, he told himself, kissing her brow.He'll thank her and make her orgasm in a dozen ways.

but not now.

Apparently he paused too long, because her eyes opened again, looking at him with more fear than innocent embarrassment.He pushed in some more, and when the initial tightness became soft and smooth and hot, he felt like he was dying.The water was warm, but the feeling of being embraced by her was incomparable.

"Wait, wait a minute." She frowned, but she didn't make him stop, but it wasn't an enthusiastic response, she backed away.

Damn unbelievable, is there no other way for her to just tell him to stop?

The same hand that was buried in his hair only 10 minutes ago was now pushing him away firmly.

"I'm not really going to do it," she explained, sounding breathless with fear.The light in her eyes was brighter than the reflection of the pool.

Draco realized he must be looking a little silly now, looking down at her with his mouth slightly open, panting like he was going to run from Hogwarts to Honeydukes in 13.6 minutes.And somehow, she chooses to completely ignore the fact that he's pretty much all over her.

The torment, Draco discovered, was Hermione Granger changing her crazy mind.

He should let her go, what the hell could he do?That dogged look on her face brought back that goddamn tightness in Draco's chest.

Draco was suddenly angry, very angry.The joy of the chase lasted only as long as he finally caught his prey, and Draco always succeeded, always.What had he done wrong to allow her to indulge in such a harmless sexual relationship?He's not ugly, he's not smelly, he's rich, and he's smart.

He was the son of a murderous Death Eater.

Don't even think about that, this stuff doesn't come with the bathwater.

It wasn't self-doubt, it was her trembling that finally led him to the idea.When he tried to touch her, she flinched away, as if she had a sudden distaste for him.

"Didn't your mother ever tell you it was bad to tease people?" he hissed, his voice more self-respecting than he meant to be, his voice hoarse as if he hadn't spoken in a week.

Nor was he in the mood to appease a nervous, aloof girl who had the uncanny ability to get him out of the box he was carrying.

To make matters worse, his shoulders ached again, and his rigidity was in an extremely uncomfortable state.She stared at him with an annoying patience when he was supposed to be the one indignant.

"My mother taught me the importance of being a moral person," Hermione replied calmly, "I think your mother skipped these particular lessons." She tried not to be mean.

Sometimes, nasty things with Malfoy were bound to happen.She had to go and make him understand that even when the thing was almost done, they couldn't go on, and that would be a disaster.

And disaster is near.

Afterwards, she may have suffered a mental breakdown.Call her selfish, but Hermione thinks her clear mind should still come first.

"Oh, I've learned enough," Draco sneered, "Narcissa has taught me enough to be useful." It was clear what he meant, that moral lessons weren't of much use to the Malfoys.

"I'm amazed she's trying so hard to carve out time for you to grow up, let alone educate you. Your mother seemed happy to be on the run with a box full of change, Malfoy's Silver Bright Her reputation is finally showing signs of trouble for the first time, and I can't believe I see her as a model mother." Hermione knew she was being cruel now, but that was because of Draco's historical reputation, and he was shaken even for a second. None.

"Granger, I'm sure I'm going to start fucking you," he told her, too softly, weirdly: "Now I apologize for what you said."

Hermione smiled at him: "Fuck you! You apologize first!"

"Oh, it looks like we've come to a conclusion." For a moment, Malfoy put his upper arms around her, turned her around, and pressed his back against the edge of the bath.Water splashed over the edge of the tub and onto the floor.

"Think I'm rude? Think I'm rough? Think I'm not good enough for you?" he whispered to her.

She wanted to push her knees against his lower abdomen, but he restrained hers with his legs, preventing her from moving.Her struggle was meaningless, like that morning in the motel, her feet fell into a similar situation.Hermione found it odd that she always had a way of pissing him off.He doesn't have a reputation for gaffes, he's more of a cunning schemer.

"Speaking is worse than doing," although her voice was trembling, she looked calm.That dragon on her butt seemed to have lit a fire inside her, and maybe the ink was some kind of slow-release poison that made her delirious, irrational, and she wanted to slap the look off her face.

"Indeed," he agreed, "I trust you to walk the talk."

Oh god, Hermione glanced longingly at the bathroom door.

His jaw twitched: "My mother always told me that it is important to do things from beginning to end. I am a very precocious child, always doing one thing and then thinking about another. I guess it is just like you," he will His right arm was propped between her back and the tub, supporting her as he pressed down: "You, Miss Granger, you start and finish it."

What did she start?In truth, Malfoy was refusing to accept reality.Unless he's talking about the head she started when she approached him the night of the graduation party.Oh my god, did he mean this?

"Go fuck yourself!"

His smile is almost sincere: "I can fuck myself, but I repeat, it's always better to have a partner."

When his hardness turned to her weakness, she jerked her left arm out and placed it on his injured shoulder, with her thumb and index finger spread apart.He didn't even flinch from trying to stop her.He's not stupid, he knows what she's going to threaten him with, and they all know his weakness at this moment.

All she had to do was squeeze as hard as she could.

Hermione didn't know which was more disturbing, that she was well prepared to inflict pain on him, or that he seemed well prepared for pain.

"Go on." He encouraged, impatient, resigned, and expectant.

"You're as crazy as your father." She opened her eyes wide.

"Do it." His thumb snapped at her grasped right wrist, repeating his command.

Damn guy, if he wants pain then by God she'll give it to him.Her hand was bent over the bruise, shaking uncontrollably as she pressed down lightly, then stopped after a moment.He braced himself for the next wave of pain.His body was tense with all his heart, his lips were pursed thinly.Her fingers were super pale above the bruises.

A terrifying cognition oppressed her, and her hands softened.

"What's the matter with you?" he hissed, with undisguised anger in his eyes: "Keep fighting, you neurotic bitch, fighting!"

She lowered her hands and turned her face away, not wanting him to see her expression, although he had no reason to see it.

"Hermione!" He squeezed her chin, forcing her to look at him.

"I can't..." she said, hating herself for being so vulnerable and pathetic in front of him: "I can't."

"Why?" he asked, his eyes scanning every inch of her expression for an answer.Hermione was struck by the fact that he wanted something from her, and that desire made him even more angry.

"Because I can't hurt you! Is it unbelievable?" she yelled.

Obviously yes, if she thought she had seen Draco's ruthlessness, she was wrong.Her confession turned Draco's face, the only optimistic thing was that the anger disappeared from his face, but the rest were worse.

He shook his head, as if the refusal was a protective color: "I came here by mistake today. I...I apologize."

Hermione stared at him like he had two heads.

"Until we leave for London at the weekend, I don't see any need for us to meet," he said grimly. "I'll let you know when you have to go, just to make sure you have an excuse to go out."

This was the climax of the trading meeting, when he let go of her abruptly and she fell to the edge of the bath.

Draco was wet, hurried into the dressing room without looking at her again, and he left the bathroom like hellfire was licking his heels.

The author has something to say:

Hermione confessed, and the sentence that she couldn't hurt the other party was equivalent to confessing all her feelings.

But Draco ran away, was it because he also realized that his feelings for Hermione were not the short-lived love between men and women that he thought?

The name "Hermione" he called out for the first time seemed to represent some sincerity,

But it's a pity that Hermione was forced to confess, and Draco's confession is far away, but unilateral progress is actually better than a boat scene that has nothing to do with love.

However, I'm still wilted

The description of the young master’s escape reminds me of Nezha’s Hot Wheels