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Author: feigningintrest
Title: Fixated
Words: 300 exactly
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: None
There was no sting of her nails on his shoulders, no whimpers, no moans. Something was wrong. Draco halted his ministrations on her thighs and lifted his eyes to glance up into hers. “Are you alright, Love?”
Hermione’s eyes were on the ceiling, a concerned look on her face, “What? Oh yes, it’s just there’s a crack in the ceiling... Have you ever noticed it?”
“No I can’t say that I have. Typically, when I’m on my back with my eyes open I can find much more enticing things to look at.” He replied, running a long thin finger over her stomach.
Hermione giggled and lowered her gaze to meet molten silver that flashed with just a tinge of frustration. “Oh Draco I’m sorry. It just caught my line of sight, and you know how I get...” She ran a hand through his short tousled hair, closed her eyes, and relished the sensation of his warm breath on her legs.
Just when Draco thought he’d regained her attention, her writhing movements and keening moans wavered. He felt her hand still its movements and loosen in his hair. He peered up at her, only to find her eyes focused on the ceiling, frowning and worrying her bottom lip. “Not again.” He groaned, pulling himself up her body.
“It’s just so obvious.” She pouted.
Draco huffed and reached over to the bedside table. He grabbed his wand, flicked his wrist at the ceiling, and looked back at her. “Better?”
“Yes, much better, Love. Now where were we…?” Her voice was seductive and playful as she pulled him in close to nip at his neck. When she received no response, she raised an eyebrow, noticing his eyes were studying something behind her. “Draco?”
“Did you ever notice that the wallpaper doesn’t line up?”