Hermione had been trained in Occlumency that if she had felt threatened, that she could block the gently push easily.
But she lets him into her thoughts. Her mind. And the fantasy that comes to mind first is one that she had while at Hogwarts. One that still keeps her up at night, wondering 'what if'.
The images in her mind start with a familiar scene. Him and her arguing over a library book, that she had checked out, and that he had wanted. And the sensation of how heated the argument was had fueled Hermione's desires in an unexpected way.
The fantasy moves to change from reality, to what she had desired. A sudden movement of Draco pushing her up against the wall. Kissing her with heated want and desire. Running his hand up her thigh, underneath her skirt. One hand keeping her hands up above her head, as he sucked at her neck.
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But she lets him into her thoughts. Her mind. And the fantasy that comes to mind first is one that she had while at Hogwarts. One that still keeps her up at night, wondering 'what if'.
The images in her mind start with a familiar scene. Him and her arguing over a library book, that she had checked out, and that he had wanted. And the sensation of how heated the argument was had fueled Hermione's desires in an unexpected way.
The fantasy moves to change from reality, to what she had desired. A sudden movement of Draco pushing her up against the wall. Kissing her with heated want and desire. Running his hand up her thigh, underneath her skirt. One hand keeping her hands up above her head, as he sucked at her neck.