The library felt larger than usual because the lamp on the desk was a tiny, distant dot of light fifty feet away. It cast a weak, yellow glow that failed to reach the narrow gap between the shelves where they stood. Draconia felt the rough texture of the book spines against her back, the leather-bound volumes cold and hard against her shoulder blades. Harry moved closer, his breath warm against the nape of her neck, before his hands slid around her waist.
"You are going to be caught," Draconia whispered, her voice barely a vibration in the air.
"Let them catch us," Harry replied, his voice low and rough.
He pulled her back against him, and the friction of his robes against her skirts made her gasp. He turned her around in the cramped space, his hands sliding down to grip her hips. He lifted her, and she wrapped her legs around his waist, her thighs squeezing his hips to stay upright. He pressed her back against the shelf, the weight of her body pushing the books slightly, making the wood groan under the pressure.
"I can hear Granger," Draconia muttered, tilting her head back as he buried his face in the crook of her neck.
"She is too busy with her notes to hear a thing," Harry said, his teeth grazing her skin.
He reached down to unfasten the ties of her robes, pulling the fabric aside to get to her skin. His hands were warm and large as they found the hem of her knickers, sliding underneath the silk to find the damp heat of her cunt. Draconia let out a choked sound, her fingers digging into the muscles of his shoulders. He pushed her legs wider, stepping between them, and then he was unzipping his trousers, his cock springing free from his underwear.
He guided his cock to the entrance of her pussy, rubbing the head of it against her wet folds. Draconia arched her back, her head hitting the shelf behind her, as he pushed inside her with a single, heavy thrust. The sensation of him filling her was immense, a blunt, stretching fullness that made her eyes roll back. He began to fuck her, his movements rhythmic and heavy. Every time he thrust, the shelf behind her creaked, and she had to hold herself still to keep the sound from travelling down the aisle.
"Harry, wait," she breathed, her hands clutching at his hair.
"Don't tell me to stop," he grunted, his pace increasing as he drove his cock deeper into her pussy.
He was fucking her hard now, his pelvis slamming against her hips with a wet, slapping sound. Drac-onia felt the heat of him, the way his skin felt hot against her stomach. She could feel the way his cock pulsed inside her, stretching her walls until she felt she might break. He reached around her, his fingers finding her clitoris, rubbing it frantically as he continued to fuck her. The sensation was too much, a sharp, building tension that made her hips jerk in time with his thrusts.
"You are so tight," Harry groaned, his voice a low growl in her ear. "Your cunt is so fucking tight around my cock."
He pulled out almost entirely, the tip of his cock catching on her entrance before he shoved himself back in to the hilt. Draconia felt the blunt force of it hitting her cervix, and she cried out, a sound she caught in her hand to keep it quiet. He was fucking her with a desperate, driving force, his movements becoming faster and more erratic. He pulled her closer, her chest heaving against his, their sweat making them slide against one another.
"Harder," she whispered, the word a plea.
He obeyed, driving his cock into her with more aggression, his hips bruising her skin. The friction of his cock against her wet pussy was intense, a constant, sliding pressure that made her feel heavy and light all at once. He felt the muscles of her pussy twitching around him, gripping his cock in tight, rhythmic pulses. He leaned forward, his chest pressing against hers, pinning her even tighter against the books.
"I'm going to cum," he said, his voice breaking.
He didn't slow down; instead, he pushed even harder, his thrusts becoming shallow and rapid. Draconia felt the build-up in her own belly, a tight, aching coil that finally snapped. She gripped his arms, her nails digging into his skin as her orgasm hit her. She felt the wetness of her pussy soaking his cock, the sensation of her walls clenching around him in a desperate attempt to pull more of him inside.
Harry groaned loudly, his head falling onto her shoulder as he finished. He thrust one last time, burying his cock deep in her cunt, and then he came, the hot spurt of his cum filling her as he emptied himself into her. The sensation of him pulsing inside her, the heat of the cum spreading through her, made her tremble. They stood there for a long moment, both of them breathing heavily, the only sound the distant scratching of a quill from the next row.
He pulled out of her slowly, the sound of his cock leaving her pussy wet and heavy in the quiet air. Draconia felt the cool air hit her damp skin, and she let out a long, shuddering breath. He helped her straighten her clothes, his fingers clumsy as he tucked her hair back behind her ears. He looked at her, a lopsided grin on his face, his eyes bright in the dim light.
"That was nearly a disaster," she said, trying to regain her composure.
"It was perfect," he replied, stepping closer to her again.
The tension between them was still there, a lingering heat that hadn't quite faded. He reached out to touch her cheek, his thumb tracing the line of her jaw. The silence of the library felt heavier now, a physical weight that pressed down on them. They were still in the shadows, the distance to the lamp making the world feel small and private.
"We should go before Granger notices we've been gone for an hour," Harry suggested, though he didn't move to leave.
"She wouldn't notice if a dragon walked through here," Draconia said, a small smile playing on her lips.
She felt a sudden, strange impulse to say something ridiculous, to break the gravity of the moment. The seriousness of the book, the weight of her father's secrets, and the intensity of what they had just done felt too much to carry. She looked at the spines of the books behind her, the gold lettering glinting faintly in the distant light.
"Section four, shelf B, catalogue number seven hundred and forty-two," she said suddenly, her voice clear and precise.
Harry blinked, startled by the sudden shift in her tone. He stared at her for a second, the absurdity of the moment catching up to him. A small snort escaped him, and then he was laughing, a low, breathless sound that he tried to stifle with his hand. Draconia found herself laughing too, the ridiculousness of the catalogue number cutting through the tension of the sex. She leaned her head against his shoulder, and they stood there, caught in a fit of laughter that made their sides ache, the sound echoing softly against the silent, watching books.