Hermione's Little Secret

He watched her walking with his trademark smirk. Yes, they’d caught a couple of snogging Ravenclaws, and yes, they’d stopped Peeves from flushing Flitwick’s toupee down the loo, but she still wasn’t happy. Of course, she wasn’t happy because she was with him. “What’s gotten in your knickers, Granger?”

“I hate you. I loathe being with you, you… ferret!” she hissed without turning to look at him. She stomped up a flight of stairs and turned into a corridor. He grinned fully now and rushed after her. He’d returned to Hogwarts right after being exonerated by Dumbledore’s Headmaster portrait, along with Severus Snape, right after the Halloween Feast. He’d been named Head Boy, along with little miss know it all Granger’s Head Girl. And sharing rooms with her was just so much fun. He’d been back in school less than two weeks and he’d almost had her punching him again like in their third year. Just remembering her temper turned him on completely. As usual.

“Oi, come on, Granger! All I asked was what got in your knickers….or is it that nothing and no one’s gotten in those pristine cotton knickers?” He taunted her a little bit more. She whirled around at last and Draco took a step away from her anger.

“How dare you! Just because you’re a goddamn man-whore doesn’t mean everyone else around here sleeps with everyone else.”

“Weaslebee can’t get it up, can he?” he continued. He hadn’t realized they were outside the third floor which had been verboten seven years ago in their first year. She pushed against his chest until he stumbled back into an open door. And she continued to stalk him as he walked backwards away from her. She was fucking beautiful like this. When she was this pissed off, he could almost swear that not only was she a pureblood witch, but a Slytherin as well. He could feel his erection getting even harder beneath his robes. He was glad he’d not had time to change into Muggle clothes for their night rounds.

“My private life is none of your bloody business, Malfoy! And I’ll have you know that I’m no longer dating Ron, nor am I with Harry, so don’t even start with that, you hear me? What I do and with whom I do it with are not for you to know! And stop badgering me about my bloody knickers!”

“Only during that wonderful time of the month, Granger, I promise.” He crossed his fingers over his heart, and laughed as her face turned a brilliant Gryffindor scarlet! She drew her balled up fist to punch him again. He caught it in his hand, gripped her wrist hard and pulled her into his arms, rubbing his erection against her as he bent his head down, intending to take the kiss he’d wanted four years ago, but for the presence of his and her friends.

“You can’t kiss me, Malfoy. You’re a Slytherin,” she gasped just before his lips took hers, his tongue snaking out and teasing her lips open. She breathed in sharply through her nose and sucked his tongue in automatically. He moaned and deepened the kiss, pulling her deeper into an embrace, his palm cupping one ass cheek and squeezing. She moaned and bit his tongue, but didn’t pull away.

He started pulling at her clothes, undressing her quickly and efficiently, amazed that she was doing the same to him, until the two of them were lying down on their pile of clothes, her legs spread before him, his cock sliding up and down her pussy, wetting himself. He couldn’t believe that Hermione fucking Granger was as hot for him as he was for her. If only his father could see this, then the old bastard would finally die and leave him the hell alone!

“God, yes! Fuck me, Malfoy!” she yelled and pushed up against him, her nails digging crescents into his shoulders. He pushed into her hard, pulling back in amazement when he broke through her virginity, her cry of pain startling him.

“Granger?” he panted against her shoulder, afraid to look into her eyes, afraid to see the usual Gryffindor hatred of him and his Housemates.

“Oh, just finish, Malfoy.” she moaned and thrust her hips up to his. He groaned, closed his eyes and started thrusting into her, slowly at first, then faster and harder. She hissed in pain at first, and then began breathing his name, biting his shoulder hard enough to draw blood when she would have screamed her first orgasm. He shuddered above her, cumming deep inside her, and then slumped down on her, their loins still pulsing together, their breathing slowing. Draco rested his head against the cold stone floor, amazed. He’d had sex before, his first time with a whore in Hogsmeade, after that with a couple of girls from his House, but he’d never been left so completely sated. He turned his head, a small smile gracing his face and kissed the corner of her mouth. She turned away, let go of his arms, now bloody from her nails, and pushed him away from her. She blushed when she heard and felt him leave her body. Hermione rolled away and drew her knees up, wrapping her arms around them.

“That shouldn’t have happened, Malfoy.” she whispered. He could hear her holding back the tears. “I shouldn’t have let it happen.”

“Lust and attraction are hard to deny, Granger. Don’t worry yourself over it. Next time—“

“There will not be a next time, Draco Malfoy! This is not going to happen again, am I understood? If you come on to me again, I’ll tell Professor MacGonagall and return to the Gryffindor Tower!” She reached behind her and grabbed her trousers and knickers, rooted around for her shirt and bra. She stood without looking at him still and dressed quickly, ashamed to notice that she’d not even taken off her soft kid slipper/shoes she always wore during evening rounds, since they didn’t make a sound on the castle stones.

Fuming, Draco dressed, his jaw tense. He ran his fingers through his platinum blond hair and realized that they hadn’t even closed the door behind them. Anyone could have seen or heard them making love on the floor.

“Granger—“

“I fucking mean it, Malfoy! This never happened. Just forget about it. I’m returning to the suite. I assume you can finish the rounds of this tower?” She left, her head held high, as austere and confident as any queen. Or pureblooded Slytherin. He watched her go, stunned by her just as much as he was angry with her insistence at ignoring their obvious attraction.



to be continued.......
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