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DRAMIONE
Draco had been sceptical when Granger showed him the car. Vintage, she’d said it was. That didn’t make him trust it anymore than he could throw a quaffle. Which, to be honest, was actually quite far.
So when she pulled up and opened the passenger door for him, he grumbled a few well-chosen words but got in. He kept quiet when she strapped him in with the ridiculous seatbelt.
The drive was admittedly picturesque and nice, as long as he could stroke Granger’s thigh along the way. She had chosen a particularly soft velvet skirt for the day, and it slid deliciously against her skin with each stroke of his fingers over her knee and up along her thigh.
He had no idea where they were when she pulled over and turned the car off. He had just taken in the expansive view of what appeared to be a forest on the side of the road with fields for as long as he could see when he heard a tiny click.
“What are you-“ he tried to say, as she hurriedly unbuckled them before crawling over to straddle him. It took quite a bit of manoeuvring, but she made quick work of it. Slotting her knees around his hips and securing her bum against his groin (Sweet Salazar!) with her hands on his shoulders.
“Oh, don’t pretend you haven’t been planning for this all along,” she groused, still with the hint of a smile though, before slotting their mouths together. His hands automatically landed on her waist as usual, sliding up her spine to wrap one hand around the back of her neck.
She ground herself into him, and it only took a few seconds before he started growing hard. It was beyond painful in the jeans she had persuaded him to wear because she “liked the look of his arse in them”, which he couldn’t argue, given how much he liked her bum in her tight jeans.
“Granger, I was just enjoying the drive, like you wanted me to,” he said between her heated kisses. It was difficult not to smile and moan simultaneously.
“Uh-huh, here, turn this,” she guided his hand to a gear on the side of his seat. Upon turning it, his seat fell back and offered them more space to fit together. Draco felt he handled the surprise move rather well, despite the sound he let out. Giggling, Granger sat up, her neck bent in the cramped space and began undoing the buttons on her blouse to reveal Draco’s favourite purple lace bra covering her full breasts.
His fingers twitched with each button she freed before he splayed his palm across her skin.
“Merlin, you are beautiful,” he murmured, sliding his hand up between her breasts to cup the side of her neck. She let out a little whimper, then ducked to kiss him again, which awarded Draco with the softness of her tits against his chest.
“There’s no need for foreplay, I’ve been wet since Bath,” Granger mumbled against his lips as she wriggled in his lap. She swallowed his chosen curse words.
Draco pushed her pretty skirt up around her soft hips, finding the lines of her knickers. That was only until Granger snapped her fingers and showed off her skills with wandless magic. It only took one snap for Draco to feel the evidence of her words against the placards of his jeans.
“Fuck, you’re soaking, Granger.”
“Mm hm, so hurry up and get inside me, Draco,” Granger bossed him with her nimble fingers on the zipper of his jeans.
He threw his head back on a groan when she worked him free, stroking one hand along his hard shaft. She lifted herself effortlessly, lined him up and before Draco were able to find any words (at all!) she lowered herself onto him. Their groans shifted into moans and panted breaths.
“So full,” she gasped, digging her fingers into his shoulders as she rolled her hips. Draco wrapped his hands around her hips, helping her find a perfect rhythm.
“Fucking perfect,” he croaked when she did a little bounce. Her grin was wicked.
Draco was a lost cause to her every whim.
This one in particular.
Even more so when she repeated the bounce and her tit rebounded on his eye. Draco would gladly be blind if this were the cause of it. In fact, he lifted himself enough to smother his face against her chest, sucking on her skin.
Granger rode him with wild abandon.
It was a struggle to keep from finishing things too fast, but he tried his very best. Every bounce from Granger complicated his efforts until her mouth dropped open and they locked eyes.
“You close?”
She nodded, mouth still agape.
Draco swallowed.
“Be a good girl and come for me then,” he said hoarsely, mentally preparing himself for the tightest squeeze in his life that he could never get enough of.
“Draco,” she gasped. He loved it when she said his name like it was seventeen syllables when she came on his cock. He was sure it would kill him one day, but what a glorious death it would be.
Le grand petit mort of them all.
Upon her last tremors before she fell boneless against him, Draco thrust upwards with all he had left and came inside her with a garbled combination of words he forgot the second they left his lips. Yet, Granger always smiled beautifully afterwards.
She slotted herself against him as they trembled to catch their breath.
“I think I could get used to driving,” he said once he could speak again.