"Do you want me to fuck you, Granger?" He suddenly blurted out, his free hand going around her waist and slamming her body against his hard as his lips started kissing her neck, sucking, biting, nibbling on the skin.
An alarm sounded in her head the moment he asked that question, her mouth closing on the desperate ‘Yes’ that was about to leave them. And then they wouldn’t go back and wouldn’t be able to right any wrong anymore. Hermione gasped and pushed herself off him as if burnt, turning around to stare at him in shock.
His expression was just like hers, if not a bit smug, but they said nothing as they started at each other, their breathing ragged and both of them obviously on edge and flustered. Her eyes slid down and she noticed the tent in his trousers, her body reacting to it and desperately wanting to feel his proximity again.
"I need to go," Draco suddenly said, his jaw clenched and his whole body tense. He planned to turn this into a game and get this reaction from her, oblivious to the fact that he’d be experiencing the same thing. And now he needed to run.
Hermione couldn’t even say anything, her eyes locked onto him as he hastily grabbed his coat and gloves, taking a few steps towards the door.
He left in a hurry and his scent still lingered in the space around her even after the door slammed shut, reminding her of what had happened between them. Hermione breathed out a sigh of relief and her body sagged down, her expression as shocked as it could get. Her hand absently played with her wedding ring as she tried to find some sense in the events of the night, her gut telling her that whatever this was it meant a change. Whatever it was it meant the beginning. And she had no idea the price she would have to pay for being curious about the end.
The Wedding Rings, by Masha19