Obsession

Draco came home with the biggest feeling of satisfaction and happiness in his heart. This was the most perfect night of his life. Nothing went wrong. It was just Hermione and him. Alone. He was happy that she found the date to be perfect. He fulfilled her wishes tonight. This was something that Potter and Weasley could never do. He wished that they were there to see how much fun their Hermione was having. He wished he could see their sorry faces. They can't win against Draco. Hermione belongs to him now.

He gazed at his surrounding walls of Hermione and danced silently to himself thinking about the kiss that they shared. Her lips were so soft and tender. He licked his lips trying to taste her again. Before he loved the shape of her lips, the perfect shade of red they made ... now ... he loves the feel of them. Those lips were finally his and will now be his forever.

He started to imagine himself holding her tightly and kissing her passionately with her hands gripping his body holding on for dear life returning that passionate kiss. They would continue on to a passionate and wild lovemaking night. He heard screams in his head. Screams from Hermione. She was screaming his name and telling him not to stop. He could feel the heat of her body; the scars that she makes on his back as he keeps giving her all he has got.

He sat down and massaged his face with one of his favourite pictures of her. It was a picture of her changing in her room. He loves to watch her whenever she comes home just for this. He watched hungrily as she undressed herself one article of clothing at a time. She was teasing him, winking and doing it slowly. He especially got excited when she stood fully nude. He ran his finger down her body tracing her perky breasts and wishing he could get into those thighs. No matter, this desire will happen soon. He kissed this picture again and again and massaged his face with it again until his skin started to burn. How much he longed to touch that body .... that perfect physique. He was loving the pain right now. The burning feeling made him feel stronger and somewhat pleasant. He thought of it as a rush. He could feel his lions tingling.

Ignoring the pain on his face, he fully undressed himself and stared at his body. He was proud of his physique and smiled as he knew that Hermione would be smiling soon too.

He still carried the picture of Hermione with him. He held it gently in his hand as he climbed onto his bed. He kissed the picture one more time and then he licked it. He rubbed the picture pleasurably on his abs and placed it on his chest as he closed his eyes to sleep that night.

Within seconds, he flawlessy dreamed of Hermione .....