Draco slammed Hermione against the wall, inside a conveniently unoccupied broom closet.

The Magical Maintenance worker refilling his Mr Clean It bottle magically vanished.

"Fuck, Granger," he grunted, "I'm so fucking hard for you."

To prove his point, he ground his cock against her wet-as-a-waterfall centre. She moaned loudly and the few people outside the closet magically disappeared as well.

"Ohhhh Drrraaayyycooohhhh!" She bleated, as he started on her neck, kissing and licking, sucking and biting.

He slid his hand between them to cup her entrance.

"Mmm, good heavens, darling, your fingers feel scrumptious!" Hermione mewled, bringing out her inner cat, digging her nails into his back.

"You're so wet, and you clench so good around my fingers," he growled, like an actual fucking wolf or shit.

"Oh pleasseeee Drayycooohhh, I need you now!" She whimpered, and he groaned.

Draco shoved his trousers down to his knees as she hiked her skirt up to her waist, and he slammed inside her, pounding her hard enough to shake the walls (of the closet).

Now if anyone was outside, they would have noticed (because what rational ministry actually builds thick walls for broom closets?) but nobody was there, because this is fanfiction, so this was totally fine.

Within a minute, Hermione blurted, "I'm coming, Draco!"

He husked, "I seem to be reaching my orgasm as well!", pushing his hips into her erratically.

"Indubitably, my good sir," Hermione yowled.

They both dissolved into their pleasure, screaming and yelling loud enough to think someone was being murdered. And he totally didn't come inside her. 100% sure. Swear to God.

He softened inside her, pulling out and gave her a I-just-got-fucked-so-hard smile which she returned.