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“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” Draco had muttered to himself under his breath today every time he thought about tonight.
He mumbled expletives as he filed his case reports.
He cursed mid-meeting too which earned him a daggered glare from Robards.
He just had to stop thinking about his first date with Granger.
On the one hand, he was more excited than he had been about anything. He’d finally plucked up the courage to ask out the only girl he’d ever been interested in dating last week.
It had been awkward, rushed and while she was in the midst of subduing a missing Chimera while out on mission. BUT she had said yes. It was anathema to Draco why she had but she had. And tonight was the night.
The problem was that Draco had never dated anybody.
He didn’t have anybody to ask for advice without severely embarrassing himself and what about the sex?
Gods, the sex. What if she expected to have it tonight?
What a marvellous yet terrifying concept.
He might finally know how it feels to be touched by something besides his own hand and he could fuck it up if he doesn’t do it right.
It was Granger too of all people. She’d know exactly where it was supposed to go, what felt right and also what didn’t. The criticism he could face could ruin him for life.
No pressure though! Absolutely none at all. Nope.
“Fuck,” he said again while pouring himself another cup of coffee.
Draco had hoped the energy-giving muggle drink that Granger likes so much might help him focus on his afternoon reports but no luck yet. Still one more couldn’t hurt.
“What was that?” Somebody said from behind him.
It was her, of course, because the universe thought it was funny.
“O-Oh. Just thinking about my workload this afternoon,” he said.
She was hanging from the doorway, half in and half out, with a pretty smile on her gorgeous face.
Beautiful ringlets dripped over her cheeks.
His view was not helping matters. Granger must have forgotten to close the two top buttons on her blouse today because fuck. Her neckline didn’t usually dip that low and—
He can’t—
Getting hard.
Can’t focus.
Coffee! Right.
A little laugh parted her lips and she took a step toward him. His fingers were shaking but they normally did that, right?
Her soft skin met his when her fingers brushed his own and applied a little pressure to make him settle the cup on the office countertop.
“I know you’re nervous about tonight,” she whispered, her voice taking on a touch of intrigue. There was something new there and whatever it was, Draco liked it. Loved it. So did his cock. She was now so close that he could only look down. There. At temptation.
“Is it that obvious?” He laughed, swallowing his saliva. There was usually a pool of it. There had to be. Nothing was out of the ordinary.
“A little,” she laughed again and when she did, her breasts shook perfectly. Her freckles danced over her skin.
What he wouldn’t give to taste them.
Maybe they’d be as sweet as chocolate. Perhaps her nipples would taste like raspberries and her cunt of vanilla. He’d run his tongue back and forth between them and have himself his favourite tart—
“Fuck,” he jumped in his own skin, taking a step back from her, closing his eyes.
When he reopened them, concern was etched into her beautiful features
“What’s wrong?” She reached out to him but he didn’t take her hand. Couldn’t. Any touch now could set him off. Against the buckle of his uniform belt, his cock twitched. It pulsed with warning on his hot skin.
“I—I…” Draco brought his large, ringed hand to the back of his neck, rubbing it frustratedly. What he wanted to do with it was lower it under his trousers to find some relief but she would never date him if she believed him to be a rotten pervert.
The sex, or potential for it, wasn’t even the motivator for him having asked her out. He simply wanted to get to know her. To hear about her life outside of the office. But if she asked for more, he would not say no because she was the only witch to ever stir him. To ever conjure up feelings of arousal at all. She with her wit and humour, her do-goodedness, her dark eyes and nurturing character.
Granger held a spell over him that he didn’t want to be broken and if she could perform for him tonight, he’d ask that of her too.
She looked over his entire body in a way he couldn’t decipher. Was there care in those eyes?
“Draco, I know that something is bothering you. Are you unwell? Would you like to cancel tonight?”
“No!” He lurched forward, knowing that he’d have to confess now.
Gods.
“Granger… Fuck. Before I start, I have no expectations for tonight. If the most I receive from you is good conversation over dinner then I’ll be happy with that but uhh…”
She was smiling. It was unfathomable how quickly seeing her smile could knock the air from his lungs.
“But…”
Her brows narrowed, “Are you asking if I would sleep with a man on the first date?”
It was said lightly. In jest. How would he explain that the issue was him, not her?
“No. I’m asking if you’d feel comfortable sleeping with a virgin?”
Twenty-one years and he’d never been so embarrassed.
His body didn’t know it, however, and between his legs, Draco’s cock felt ragingly awake. Does coffee have arousal effects or was that just her?
“Draco, I want you,” she whispered in that tone again. “I couldn’t give a hoot if somebody else got to you before me… In fact…” she stumbled a little, nervous now too. “I love that nobody has. It’d be like you’re all mine.”
What?
“Like I can teach you how I like it.”
Fuck. Fuck. Please.
“Like I can show you just where and how to touch me.”
She had to stop. Her breasts were swelling over her blouse again and he couldn’t breathe, let alone think, and yet he didn’t want her to stop all the same.
He felt shivers under his shirt, tingles at the base of his neck, a tightening in his sac.
“Would you like that, Draco?”
Fuck yes, he wanted to say but the only sound he made was a low whimper.
“Would you want me to lay you back and ride you? Make you come so fast that you couldn’t even moan my name?”
He gulped, his eyes becoming half-lidded.
“Grang—“
“Has anybody ever licked the cum from your cock?”
He shook his head, in awe of her, “No. Never.”
Granger hummed, smiled again and finished him with one word.
“Good.”
Suddenly he felt a rush of pleasure surge through him and his body wracked, his legs shook where he stood.
His silver eyes widened in horror and he looked down to his damp trousers.
Granger’s answering bitten lip shook him one final time.
“Don’t worry about tonight,” she said as though the night was already in the bag. “But just know I find your nerves very arousing.”
What a woman.