Evolution of a Mammal

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He found her in the library after dinner. It wasn't hard. She had something of a reputation for being a rather enthusiastic fan of the place. He sauntered over to her table and sat down right in front of her. Almost as if she was expecting him, she shut her book.

"So, did you talk to your therapist about us?"

He didn't like the way she said "us" like it was something that existed. Come on, Granger. Don't be like that. Don't disappoint me. "Did I talk to my therapist about the sex we had? Yes, I did."

She didn't seem to care about his correction. "And?"

"And he obviously disapproves. He wouldn't say it outright, but—"

"So, what does that mean? You don't want a repeat performance because you think your therapist would disapprove?"

He snickered. "I have been hard ever since I saw you at dinner. If there wasn't a table between us right now, I would already be inside you."

"I see," she said, obviously pleased. "I'm not ready to talk yet about it, just so you know."

"About what?"

"About why I jumped you the other day. About why I'm about to drag you over to the Restricted Section and do it again."

He grinned as he rose from his seat. "Men are generally not complicated creatures, Granger. We have a slit in our underwear because we can't be bothered to pull our cocks out at the urinal. We all just want to get our penises touched. It's honestly about 95% of our hopes and dreams. If you want to fuck and not talk, that's alright by me."

The two strolled casually through the library, side-by-side. Anyone who saw them would never guess what they were about to do.

"Funny. That's not the impression you gave me the other day. You seemed much more preoccupied with the communication side of things."

"Call me crazy, Granger, but I do believe your pussy has healing powers. I haven't felt this relaxed in years." He dipped between the stacks and pulled her into him, kissing her before she could say another word.

"This...isn't...the Restricted Section," she said between kisses.

A growling sound escaped his chest. "I know, but isn't this so much hotter?" He pressed open-mouthed, sucking kisses against her jaw while he trapped her against the books. He could practically smell her pussy dampening by the second. He assumed it was more from the books than him, but he didn't care.

"Take me...here," she said.

And he did.

"In your ideal world, Draco, what do you want for yourself?"

The question made him uncomfortable for a variety of reasons, the most glaring of which was that he had never really thought about his life in those terms—hopes, dreams, potential, happiness. Optimism was still fairly novel to him, and he hadn't quite broken it in yet.

He observed Ben sitting patiently, adjusting his horn-rimmed glasses, Quick-Quotes Quill ready for Draco's response. Ben was certainly an optimistic person and an awfully nice bloke. What would a chap like Ben want for himself in a perfect world? "Um..." Draco squinted at a spot on the wall above Ben's head. "World peace?"

Ben's Quick-Quotes Quill paused, as if unsure it heard him correctly. Ben folded his hands together in his lap and nodded. "Interesting."

"Was that not right?"

"Well, there is no right or wrong answer, Draco, and even if there was, I am certainly not the keeper of that answer. In life, you choose your own adventure."

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