The Pleasure & Pain of Discovery

                                    

                                          
Hermione could hardly comprehend what was happening to her. This was supposed to be a normal night of research, but instead she found herself on the floor of the library, straddling the last person she would have ever thought. Draco Malfoy. And by God, she was enjoying every second of it.
The last thing she could recall was sitting across from Draco before her mind began to fog and her vision grew considerably blurry.
Her mentality became like clay in the young man's hands. Malfoy had taken her self-doubts and insecurities and set fire to them through each single caress of his fingers. His claws drew lines up the length of her arms and around the bend of her neck. It was becoming his signature move to palm the back of her head while tangling his fingers through her mass of curls. 
Mione could no longer trust her own body more than she could trust Harry to study for his exams. She felt herself responding to Draco's presence just as she had that same morning. The intensity of his eyes paired with the intoxicating scent of him left her weak in the knees and utterly lightheaded.
Sensibility was a virtue which Hermione tried her best to uphold in her growing years as a witch at Hogwarts. On the contrary, such dignity was proving to be more troublesome to uphold than it was really worth. Especially during times like this. 
The moment Draco sank to his knees in front of her, Hermione felt that same heat settle in the lower regions of her stomach. There was not an ounce of apprehension to be found when he reached out and started to pull her closer to him. Hearing his growls merely enhanced Mione's need for him. She couldn't fight, nor deny, the arousal that gathered between her legs.
She felt a burning in her chest from the air that stalled in her lungs. But none of that mattered to her. The only thing that mattered, the sole focal point of her mind was that Draco would succeed in what she had unknowingly failed to do earlier.
He'd taken her lips and revived the stillness in her heart.
Hermione trembled against his hot, demanding mouth. She melted into him and practically whimpered as he took control of the unbridled passion that had been untapped for—what felt like—ages. 
The voice in her head was reeling in pure bliss. Ahh! Yess! Run your fingers through his hair. Kiss him deeper. Pull him closer-no...Tear his clothes away until there's nothing between you two.  
Oh, Merlin. Hermione hated enough how right the voice had been up until this point, but she was not about to let it lose complete control. Yes. She wanted to kiss Draco. Ever since that one dream where she had taken it upon herself to plant one on the Slytherin Prince, she hadn't been able to shake the need to do it again. She just wasn't sure how to go about it. 
Draco's fingers returned to her hair as he nuzzled the one specific spot just below her ear. Hermione heaved for air and minded her moans that rolled off her tongue. She hadn't casted a sound ward around them, not thinking it would be necessary. However the way her body sat on top of him, made her suddenly feel something firm press against the inside of her thigh. 
"Draco," she hushed weakly. 
Another low growl emerged from his chest. Hearing her speak his name so keenly made him hiss.
He spoke against her sensitive skin. "Ask me," he snarled. "Ask me again what I was thinking about when I took my cock in my hand." 
Her lips parted and several thousands of chills raced down her arms and back. Hearing him speak in such a manner had the witch shaking in his grasp. Yet, Hermione felt compelled to oblige. 
"W-What were you t-thinking about?" she whispered loud enough for only him to hear. Hermione let out a sharp gasp as he dragged his tongue down the path of her neck to then nip at her shoulder.