dramione_ldws Challenge 8 'Joyride'
Title: Joyride
Rating: R
Warnings: some swearing and sexual situations (nothing too explicit though)
Word Count: 487
"Absolutely not."
"Come on, Draco," Hermione pleaded. "I always ride the Ferris wheel." Draco shook his head. Why he had agreed to accompany his girlfriend to a Muggle fun fair was beyond him.
"Please." Hermione kissed the corner of his mouth and hugged her body closer to his. "I promise it's going to be fun." She licked his lips.
Alright, Draco knew how she had talked him into going with her. It had started out with a kiss very much like this one and before long he had been unable to remember why he should refuse his girlfriend anything at all.
"I don't think so." Draco took a step back, holding Hermione at arm's length.
"You're not scared, are you?" Hermione smiled up at him innocently.
"Of course not."
"Then let's go," Hermione insisted, pulling him towards the queue in front of the Ferris wheel. Draco had the feeling that he really ought to learn how to say no to the girl.
They bought their tickets and waited for their turn; all the while, Draco was eying the dubious piece of Muggle technology sceptically.
"This is going to be great," Hermione announced when they were first in line, eagerly entering the waiting gondola. Draco followed with less enthusiasm. Still, he allowed her to pull his arm over her shoulders and to snuggle closer to him.
Her hand came to rest on his thigh, squeezing it tightly as the wheel lurched into motion. Draco was only slightly comforted by the knowledge that his wand was in the pocket of his jacket, which was lying across his lap.
"Just relax," Hermione whispered, her hand slowly moving upwards.
Draco's breath caught in his throat. "What are you-" before he had finished the question Hermione was cupping him through his trousers, squeezing tightly and Draco suddenly found himself fighting a moan.
"Relax," Hermione repeated, rubbing her palm against his beginning hardness. Draco chanced a look at his lap to check that the movements of her hand were hidden by his discarded jacket. They had reached the highest point already, a fact that had completely escaped Draco's attention, as Hermione was unbuttoning his fly and slipped her fingers into his boxers.
Draco bucked up involuntarily, meeting Hermione's hand, which was quickly pumping up and down his length. He barely remembered anymore that there were people in the surrounding gondolas and down on earth. It felt too good.
"So, Draco, how do you like the Ferris wheel?" Hermione's hand stilled all of a sudden. Draco swore.
Hermione looked at him with polite interest, waiting for an answer.
"I fucking love it," Draco spat out.
Hermione laughed, resuming her movements and gradually quickening the pace. Draco could feel the sweat on his skin and the pressure building inside him. As the Ferris wheel started to slow down, he spilled himself over Hermione's hand. The gondola came to a standstill.
The ride was over.
Rating: R
Warnings: some swearing and sexual situations (nothing too explicit though)
Word Count: 487
"Absolutely not."
"Come on, Draco," Hermione pleaded. "I always ride the Ferris wheel." Draco shook his head. Why he had agreed to accompany his girlfriend to a Muggle fun fair was beyond him.
"Please." Hermione kissed the corner of his mouth and hugged her body closer to his. "I promise it's going to be fun." She licked his lips.
Alright, Draco knew how she had talked him into going with her. It had started out with a kiss very much like this one and before long he had been unable to remember why he should refuse his girlfriend anything at all.
"I don't think so." Draco took a step back, holding Hermione at arm's length.
"You're not scared, are you?" Hermione smiled up at him innocently.
"Of course not."
"Then let's go," Hermione insisted, pulling him towards the queue in front of the Ferris wheel. Draco had the feeling that he really ought to learn how to say no to the girl.
They bought their tickets and waited for their turn; all the while, Draco was eying the dubious piece of Muggle technology sceptically.
"This is going to be great," Hermione announced when they were first in line, eagerly entering the waiting gondola. Draco followed with less enthusiasm. Still, he allowed her to pull his arm over her shoulders and to snuggle closer to him.
Her hand came to rest on his thigh, squeezing it tightly as the wheel lurched into motion. Draco was only slightly comforted by the knowledge that his wand was in the pocket of his jacket, which was lying across his lap.
"Just relax," Hermione whispered, her hand slowly moving upwards.
Draco's breath caught in his throat. "What are you-" before he had finished the question Hermione was cupping him through his trousers, squeezing tightly and Draco suddenly found himself fighting a moan.
"Relax," Hermione repeated, rubbing her palm against his beginning hardness. Draco chanced a look at his lap to check that the movements of her hand were hidden by his discarded jacket. They had reached the highest point already, a fact that had completely escaped Draco's attention, as Hermione was unbuttoning his fly and slipped her fingers into his boxers.
Draco bucked up involuntarily, meeting Hermione's hand, which was quickly pumping up and down his length. He barely remembered anymore that there were people in the surrounding gondolas and down on earth. It felt too good.
"So, Draco, how do you like the Ferris wheel?" Hermione's hand stilled all of a sudden. Draco swore.
Hermione looked at him with polite interest, waiting for an answer.
"I fucking love it," Draco spat out.
Hermione laughed, resuming her movements and gradually quickening the pace. Draco could feel the sweat on his skin and the pressure building inside him. As the Ferris wheel started to slow down, he spilled himself over Hermione's hand. The gondola came to a standstill.
The ride was over.