Draco slid back out from under the table and straightened himself, reaching down to tuck his throbbing prick up into his waistband once again. Hermione was gathering her things, straightening her clothes and putting away the toy. He watched her hungrily, hoping that she wouldn’t come to her senses before he could get her truly alone. He wanted to grab her hand and pull her behind him as they left the library but he didn’t want to call attention to them, and he wasn’t sure if she would be okay being seen with him. So he push briskly through the heavy doors and down the hall to the abandoned classroom he’d frequented since he first discovered Hermione’s dirty little secret. As they got close, he turned around and grabbed her hand. He didn’t want to chance letting her back out when they were so close. Tugging her into the room and locking the door, he spun back to grab her hips with both hands. 