“Where the fuck do you think you’re going?” Draco hissed, his hand shooting out to grab her wrist.
Hermione growled and pushed him away, her back turning on him as she walked towards the bathroom, muttering and fuming in anger.
“Granger, I am not done—”
“—Oh, I’m done!”
“So, you’re running to the bathroom for some you time—”
“Piss off, Malfoy! I’m going to have a shower,” she snapped and stormed in there, slamming the door shut. She didn’t even have the time to lock it before he barged in, his face livid and eyes narrowed into two tiny slits.
“We’re definitely not done, Granger,” he growled and grabbed her by her hands, pulling her closer as their lips slammed against one another. Hermione made a surprised noise, her eyes widening at the action, but she was soon melting against him, her body reacting to the delicious ways of his skillful tongue. She moaned and it seemed as if the sound set him off as well, his body pushing hers towards the shower and slamming her against the wall.
Hermione pulled away to get some air, her legs moving up and allowing him to grab them and lift them, lips trailing down her neck.
“Draco—wait,” she gasped, and she could feel him smirk against her as one of his hands turned the water tap on, ignoring her squeal of surprise. Between his hard cock rubbing against her in the most delicious of ways and his teeth sinking into her skin, marking and claiming her, Hermione was suddenly aware of the two of them being completely naked, warm water sliding down their bodies as he took her roughly, reminding her once again why they’d never be over.
