The Education of Miss Granger

A/N: This is my first attempt at the type of story. The first chapter only has two people, but there will be more people joining in on Hermione's lessons. I will be taking requests for who you want to see with her, so just give me a hollar if you have an idea. Thanks!


Chapter One: The Education of Miss Granger


Hermione Granger was an interesting young lady who, at all times, carried around with her an even more interesting set of conflicting thoughts.

She was a very intelligent young lady. In fact, it was very common for her to be able to stun and even correct her professors. She was top of her class in every subject, studying hard and long to ensure every correct answer. She far exceeded all her classmates. All of them, except for Draco Malfoy.

He was a snobbish boy whose father provided him with anything he wanted. He was the only heir to a large pureblood fortune and enjoyed having everyone know it. He looked down on those who were not like him; which just happened to be almost everyone he came in contact with.

She detested everything he stood for and everything he was. He was beyond deplorable in her opinion, and he felt the same way about her.

And yet, he had the one thing Hermione wanted.

Hermione Granger knew everything, except the one thing she deeply desired to know: how it felt to have a man moving inside her.

She knew that, while she wasn’t the last virgin in her year, almost all her peers had experimented with sex and it irked her that they knew something she didn’t. Of course, she knew the mechanics of sex, but she needed to know more then what the textbooks had to offer. She wanted more then just the words to read. She wanted to read the flesh of her lover, feel the planes of his body and the hardness of himself as he thrust into her. She wanted to know.

And it made her detest Draco Malfoy ever that much more, because he was a very experienced lover. It was rumored that he had lost his virginity to a whore his father had paid for the summer after his fourth year, as a late birthday present. Pansy Parkinson, however, said that they had lost it to each other after the Yule Ball. The only person who knew for sure was Malfoy himself and he enjoyed the attention and intrigue to much to clue anyone in on the truth. Everyone in Hogwarts seemed to care about the story behind Malfoy becoming the sex god that he seemed to be.

And, try as she might, Hermione couldn’t help but be interested in the story as well. Hermione wasn’t sure if it was her desire to know everything or just her teenage hormones taking over, but she needed to know.

Hermione sat, sighing over her textbook. It had been a long, hard day and she was glad tomorrow was Saturday. She was also sick of studying, knowing she wanted and deserved a much needed respite. She closed her eyes and leaned back from the table. She settled into a reoccurring (and satisfying) daydream when she heard a recognizable chuckle.

“Well, if it isn’t the little Mudblood. “ Hermione cracked one eye to see Malfoy standing over her table. “And, what’s this I see, she’s daydreaming in the library? She’s not paying attention to her beloved book?” He gasped. “I think my heart just stopped.”

Hermione gave a tired sigh as she began to gather her things. “One can only be so lucky.”

“What? She doesn’t even attempt to insult me, just offering up some lame line? I’m offended,” he offered mockingly.

“I’m too tired for it tonight, Malfoy. Just get your insults out so I may go to bed.”

“I’m surprised a little whore like you would be to tired for it, Granger.” His insult hit a deeper nerve then she would have liked, reminding her painfully of her virginal state and the things she had just been mulling over. She glared at Malfoy and stood up, preparing to ignore him and leave with her head held high.

It wasn’t meant to be.

“But then again, that may be just your excuse and you’re going off to fuck Saint Potter and the Weasel.” He considered her for a second and then snickered. “No, you’re probably still a virgin. The Purity Princess of Gryffindor Tower!” He openly laughed at her.

“And what do you know about it Malfoy? My private life is just that, private!” She snapped back, trying to control the flush sweeping up her chest. Malfoy clicked his tongue.

“I do believe the lady doth protest too much,” he checked his manicure, crossing one leg over the other. “And besides, everyone has heard the rumors about you.”

“And that’s exactly what that is, a rumor!”

“Oh Granger, surely a know-it-all like you would know that there’s truth in all rumors.”

Hermione stared, open mouthed at him, getting frustrated behind belief now. “Well, seeing as how the rumor it that you’re a Death Eater, I think we shouldn’t hold much stock in rumors.”

Draco eyed her then, a dangerous glint dancing through his eyes. “Who says I’m not?”

Hermione’s breath hitched for a second, her heart beating faster. Draco was watching her like she was some delicious prey. He looked at her as if the chase had already begun and yet they hadn’t moved at all. They stood in the silent, dim library with a table between them, yet Hermione felt as if she was already being thrown to the ground and hungrily devoured by Draco.

She felt the danger in the air and rising level of tension.

She could feel how wet she was.

“What do you mean by that, Malfoy?”

He smirked cruelly at her. “If there’s some truth in all rumors, then what do you think I mean?”

“I think that a lot of rumors hold lies as well, so your theory holds no ground.”

“Perhaps, but you don’t sound so sure. “He slowly raised a delicate eyebrow at you. “Regardless, we’re not here to talk -,”

“I was here to study. I don’t know who allowed you in here, or even to breathe for that matter, but crawl back into whatever hole you came from and leave me alone.” Hermione could see Draco’s jaw clench and his eyes flare in the dark light of the library. She recognized, then, that they were no longer playing a child’s game. They were no longer flinging harmless insults at each other. They had stepped into a different arena altogether, a place where she had stepped up and challenged him in the worst possible way, and he was determined to win this competition. She had given him a great offense and now he was inclined to give her back an even greater one.

“We weren’t talking about me, Mudblood. This is about you,” Malfoy stared at her and then took a step forward. She froze, terror gripping her heart at the unfamiliar situation and swallowed. The only guys she had ever been alone with like this were Ron and Harry; what if he tried to do something to her? When she didn’t move away from him, he moved himself directly in front of her. His eyes were hypnotizing, looking like the eyes of the animal that represented his House. She couldn’t help but lose herself in their metallic depths. He sneered when he noticed the affect he had on her.

“So have you been fucked?” Her eyes widened at his question and it seemed to shock her out of the trance she had found herself in.

“That is entirely none of your business.” He chuckled, low and gravely.

“So you’re back to that then? Well, I’ll take it as no.”

“Like I said, what I do is none of your damn concern, ferret.” He stepped closer to her, so that they were almost flush with each other.

“Don’t you want to study something else?” He asked, nodded towards her books. Looking deep in her eyes he saw the answer. The answer she didn’t want to give. He bent down and whispered in her ear. “Don’t you want to know what it’s like to be fucked, hard and rough, and too completely lose control? Don’t you ever find yourself sitting in class, with your knickers thoroughly soaked as you dream about it, your center hard and aching?” He flicked his tongue out along her earlobe. “Don’t you want to know what it feels like to have me buried inside you?” Hermione opened her eyes, unsure of when she had actually closed them. Had Malfoy really just said what she thought he had? Better yet, had he actually touched her of his own accord?

She searched his eyes for an answer and found one: lust. Lust was radiating out of his eyes, making them look like they were on fire. Her tongue darted out to wet her suddenly dry lips, his molten eyes following the movement of her tongue, a low growl coming from deep in his throat.

“Gods, you have absolutely no idea what you do to all of us, do you?”

The question was so out of the blue that she had to blink off the trance Malfoy had put her in, once again, to go over what he had said to her.

“What do you mean?” Her voice felt dry and rough as she spoke, as if it scraped against her throat. Malfoy chuckled, a low deep sound, leaning his body so close to hers that she was leaning almost backwards over the table.

He whispered into her ear. “You make us all want to fuck you. Running around here all prissy and stuck-up, when you’d probably be an animal if anyone could melt that layer of frost on your cunt,” he told her, pressing his groin into hers, a gasp tearing from her throat as she felt his hardened arousal against her core. His eyes had that maddened look that only men seemed to be able to posses; a dark knowing that struck her to the very core that he was pressing against. His eyes told her that she was his, and there was nothing she could do about it.

He had just won this deadly game as she found herself wanting, needing, him to possess her.

“Malfoy,” she seemed to moan before she could stop herself.

“I’m going to rip your virginity from your body, Gryffindor. I’m going to take it, make you mine, and leave you wanting me.” He tailed his lips across her neck, sending shivers and lust though her body. “I’m going to leave you screaming and begging for more.”

She suddenly felt his hand inching up her leg. His knuckles brushed the hem of her skirt, sending tingles throughout her system.

The heavy book bag she was holding fell to the ground, a loud thud ringing throughout the library.

Malfoy chuckled as she gasped. She had no idea what Malfoy would do next, his actions completely unpredictable.

He nuzzled his head against her sweaty skin. “Nervous, are we? Where’s that bravery of yours now, little lion?” He blew air across her neck, as she tried in vain not to shiver. “Well?”

His hand crept up her thigh, his fingertips skimming across the edging of her knickers, eliciting a sharp moan from the know-it-all. She was lost and she knew it.

“Malfoy,” she moaned, feeling her body giving into his ministrations. She sighed as he kissed her neck, rubbing his hand against her cotton covered crotch. She was wet and she knew he could feel it. She blushed. “Malfoy,” she tried again. “I don’t -,”

“Accept it, Granger. You know you want to feel this. You can’t back out now,” he reached down and cupped her sex. “Especially considering that you’re dripping for me. I will have you.” He rubbed the heel of his hand across her nub, smirking as her eyes closed with a groan. He started to rub harder but found the angle was wrong. “Why don’t you be a good like slut and lay down on that table for me, hmm? Show the library how much you really love it.” He lightly slapped at her pussy. “Open up those thighs for me.”

His request shocked Hermione and she opened her eyes. She didn’t move, but just stared at him. He rolled his eyes at her and groaned in frustration.

“Do I have to do everything around here?” He pushed on her shoulder with his free hand, sending her sprawling against the table. Without giving her time to react, he slapped her pussy harder, earning a loud moan. “Every time you disobey me, I’m going to do that, harder and harder. If your cunt is to busy getting stuffed, well, I’ll have to think of something else, won’t I?” He looked at her then squeezed her clit. Her eyes closed and her face screwed up at the pain and pleasure from it. “Now, spread your legs or I’ll do it again.” He smiled as he watched her open her legs. “Wider.” Her breath hitched. He was preparing to pinch her again when she opened them as far as she could. He stopped rubbing her and flicked her skirt up. He knew she was wearing sensible knickers, but seeing them wet with her pre-come turned him on beyond belief.
Hermione felt humiliated as he watched her. She found that she didn’t mind him touching her, or calling her names, but being spread like this and put on display really bothered her. He wasn’t doing anything to her, just staring, and it was maddening. She opened her eyes to see him intently looking at her cotton covered crotch.

“I’m going to be the first one to fuck that, Granger. The first cock you ever ride is going to be a pureblooded one that’s going to put you in your place. You’ll finally understand why Mudbloods are always under purebloods after this,” he said, all the time looking over her cunt, not once looking anywhere else. He smirked at his own inside joke and then ripped her knickers off her without any pretense.

Cold air rushed over Hermione’s opening. She groaned, feeling her clit hardening sharper with the cold air on it. Her nipples hardened under her bra as well. She was thoroughly horny by now, Malfoy watching her pussy lips beginning to quiver.

“You are so wet,” he smirked at her, finally looking up to see the affect all this was having on her. He was wasn’t disappointed. Her cheeks were flushed, her hair was even more wild then usual, and her eyes were dark with lust.

“Malfoy,” she began in a demanding tone when he suddenly slapped her pussy really hard, earning a yelp from her.

“I ask the questions and make the demands, bitch.” He slapped at her opening once more and groaned, his hand coming away soaked.

He savagely thrust two fingers inside of her. She arched off the table at the sudden intrusion, having only stuck one finger in there. She groaned as his other hand began to manipulate her clit. She found herself rocking against his hand, tossing her head to the sides as the pleasure and pressure built inside of her. She knew she was about have her first orgasm with someone else present when it all stopped. She opened her eyes to see Malfoy’s finger, wet and glistening with her juices, hanging over her mouth.

“Suck.” Hermione looked from him to the finger for a second and then opened her mouth. He thrust his finger in and then groaned as she wrapped her mouth around it. She started to suck his finger like it was his cock, licking the tip of it, swirling her tongue around the finger, and even suctioning at it. Malfoy watched all this and growled at her. Then his eyes widened as he watched her begin to one-handedly unbutton her top.

“Fuck, Granger, you are a whore.”

Hermione didn’t know what was going on with her, but she wanted to please the blond wizard. Maybe it was the prospect of finally being able to do what she had been fantasizing about. Maybe it was Malfoy himself, knowing that she was getting to fuck someone all the witches at Hogwarts wanted. She didn’t know what was happening, but she didn’t really care, as she heard Malfoy’s hiss of approval.

“If I had my way, it was would be illegal for you to wear clothes.” She still had her bra covering her tits and her skirt bunched at her waist, but those simples pieces of fabric couldn’t hide the fact that her body was amazing. Her breasts were a full C cup and her stomach was flattened out. Her breasts heaved as she tried to breath around his finger. Reluctantly, he let it slid out of her mouth. She smirked wickedly and moved her hands up to her breasts. She squeezed her nipples through the material of her bra, looking him dead in the eye. His cock throbbed against his pants.

“Fuck, Granger, are you sure you’re a virgin?”

“Why don’t you find out?” She asked, one hand slipping inside her bra. He groaned.

“What did I say about back talking?”

“Why don’t you remind me?”

Malfoy was about to do just that but then realized something. She was enjoying everything that he was doing to her! Everything he did was turning her on. She wanted him to continue touching her the way he was. He smirked at this sudden revelation.

“Sit up.” She cocked her head to side, unsure the she had heard what he said.

“What?”

He sighed. “I said, sit up, cunt!” He snarled at her, grabbing her by the hair and forcing her into a sitting position. He pulled her hair again and she groaned. He slid his hands down her back and unhooked her bra. Her breasts bounced out as he threw off her shirt and bra. He looked down at her chest. Her nipples were a dark, rosy red and they were already as hard as they could be. He bent down, capturing her nipple in his mouth. Then, without warning, he bit down – hard-, Hermione hissing at the pain.

He sneered against her tit, thinking that would teach her. Keeping his teeth clenched around her nipple, he pulled his head back, stretching out her breast as he did so. He let go, watching her skin ripple back into place. He stepped back a few paces so he could take in the whole picture.

She sat on the edge of the table, her legs flung over the edge. Her skirt covered her pussy, but if he bent down, though, he would be able to see her glistening folds. She was resting on her hands, allowing herself to be pushed up into a straight-backed position, causing her breasts to be thrust out at him. Her hair hung down to her mid back and curled around her to tickled the sides of her tits. He moved his eyes back to her face. She was watching him intently and, when she knew she had his full attention, she bit her lip, closed her eyes, and groaned. She brought one hand up to the nipple Malfoy had just bitten and the other beneath her skirt. She felt Malfoy’s eyes on her as she played with herself. She took the hand away from nipple and flipped her skirt up, allowing Malfoy to see what she was doing. She heard a groan and knew he was enjoying what he was seeing. She brought her hand back to her nipple and squeezed it. Her show went on for a few minutes before she heard his zipper going down.

She opened her eyes to see his hard cock standing out, straight at her. She gasped when she saw how long and thick it was, wondering how it would fit inside her tight body. He seemed to smirk at her silent question, grabbing at the base of his cock and stroking himself to his head. Pre-come dripped out of his tip and she found herself licking her lips.

“Oh, so you want to taste this, huh?” He grabbed her head and bent her over. She couldn’t reach, however, so he dragged her off the table and onto the floor. She looked up at him from where she knelt, Malfoy holding his cock directly over her face. He continued stroking it, squeezing the tip of his dick, allowing a drop of his juices to ooze onto her face.

“You’re going to look so good covered in my come,” he grinned at the tiny droplet that was resting on her cheek. “Now, suck me, and no teeth.” Malfoy hit Hermione in the face with his dick until she opened her mouth to accept him. He slammed the hard length halfway into her mouth, actually waiting for her to catch her breath. His prick felt smooth and velvety in her mouth and she found herself fond of the way his cock slid through her lips. She was only able to fit half of it in her mouth, but she could tell he was enjoying it. He grabbed fistfuls of her hair and was holding onto her, fucking her face. Her eyes began to water as she tried to fit more of him inside her mouth. She got about six inches in when she took her hand and started to jack of the exposed part of his prick. He threw his head back, groaning, pulling harder in her hair, trying to get control over the blowjob.

“Yeah, you like that, huh? You like being on your knees and sucking my cock, don’t you, you filthy Mudblood whore,” his words turned her on even more, and he watched, transfixed, as she slid her other hand down to her clit. She started rubbing herself as she sucked, harder and harder. She felt like they were going to come together when he suddenly pulled out of her mouth and slapped her hand away.

“There’ll be time for that later,” he growled. “Back on the table.” He reached around her and helped her to stand, only to push her onto the table like he had the first time. She spread her legs without being told as he began to remove his expensive shirt. She watched as he flung his shirt off and walked to the edge of the table.

“Ready, Mudblood?” Instead of answering him, Hermione’s eyes sought out his left forearm, only to find it pale and unblemished. She caught his eye and smirked.

“I knew you weren’t a Death Eater.” He followed her gaze and then glared at her.

“Just because you can’t see something doesn’t mean it’s not there!” With that, he gave a hard thrust, slamming past her hymen and hitting bottom. He pushed himself in to his hilt, watching her face contract in pain. He actually smiled down at her, her eyes closed against the feeling rippling though her. He held his cock inside her without moving, feeling her inner muscles clench and milk his cock. He shuddered at how tight she was and then slowly pulled out. His cock glistened pale pink from her popped cherry and he groaned loudly at how dirty it all looked.

Hermione opened her eyes, wondering why he had stopped and what he was doing. She saw his cock smeared with her juices and blood. He saw where her eyes had landed.

“Trust me; it’s going to feel as good as it looks.” He grabbed her legs, threw them around his hips, and shoved himself inside her again. She arched off the table as he hit bottom once more, not sure how much of this was pain or pleasure. He continued thrusting, hard and rough, grunting and snarling at her.

“Oh yeah. Play with yourself, slut.” He continued to fuck her roughly, enjoying the wet noises and slapping their bodies were making when he saw her hand moving down to her clit. He rolled his eyes at her. “No, fucking bitch, your tits. Pull at them while I fuck the shit out of you.” She gave him a very strange look, which only earned her a particularly hard thrust. Her hands flew to her tits and she squeezed her nipples hard, knowing he liked seeing that.

He looked down at her from his blond fringe that was falling in his eyes. Her back seemed to be permanetly arched off the table and her chest was becoming flushed. Her pussy was beginning to quiver and tighten harder around his driving cock and he knew any second she was going to come. He leaned down over her, changing the angle so he was hitting her g-spot. She started to moan loudly, pulling and twisting her nipples of her own accord now. He reached his hand between her legs and flicked at her clit. She tightened vicelike around him and came.

It was like nothing she had ever experience before. A rush of pleasure raced from her toes, through her spine, and out the top of her head before coming crashing back to her center. It lasted for almost a minute and all she could do was writhe and moan on the table.

Malfoy watched, transfixed, as Hermione shuddered underneath him. Her breasts bounced around as she came, fingers still firmly attached to her nipples. And then, Malfoy realized something was extremely weird.

He looked down and saw his hand and crotch were covered with liquid. He brought his hand up and sniffed it, realizing that she had squirted all over him.
He didn’t know if he should be beyond aroused at this point or completely disgusted.

He watched her coming down from her high, a sated smile on her face. He noticed that he had become distracted by her squirting all over him and he had stopped fucking her.

“Don’t you ever think for one second that we’re done here,” he practically growled, his hands on her hips and digging his fingers into her skin, pulling her to the edge of the table. The friction startled her and she gasped.

“Malfoy, you’re hurting me!” He smiled sadistically.

“That’s part of the point love.”

He had better leverage now and was able to lean over her body all the way. He placed his hands on either side of her head trapping her on the table. He fucked her like a man possessed; needing to crawl inside her skin. His face had twisted into a sneer, a look of maliciousness as he rode her viciously. “You are nothing but a whore,” he snarled at her, each word punctuated but a hard and sharp thrust. “You will always be a whore. You will crave any cock you see after this and will do anything to get it.” He brought his face down to her ear. “Nothing will ever feel like this though. I am making you mine. You are just another pureblood’s property. You are just another hole to fuck. “He felt his balls beginning to tighten up and knew that it was almost time. He didn’t want to pull out until he had absolutely had to, taking pleasure in the tight pussy wrapped around his length. He felt his dick begin to pulse and he pulled out, abruptly climbing up onto her body. He stroked himself once and it was over.

Thick, white globs shot out of his cock, landing on her face and chest. She hastily closed her eyes and opened her mouth, stunned that he just kept coming. She was covered in his juice, reveling in how dirty it made her feel. He finally stopped and she opened her eyes.

“I was right, Granger. You look so good covered in my come. That look really benefits a whore like you. Too bad you can’t walk around like that all the time, it would do wonders for your looks.” He slowly climbed off her and reached for his wand and clothes. “You would do so well, chained up in a Manor somewhere, being taken out whenever some pureblood needs a come bucket. You dirty, fucking slag.” He smirked at her as he Scourgified himself and began to get dressed. Hermione tried standing up, but the pain so to much for her and she fell back to the table in pain.

“You look so thoroughly fucked that I just can’t being myself to clean you up. Have a fun night in the library,” he said, pulling on his clothes and finishing getting dressed as she laid there in pain and splattered with his come.

“Malfoy, you fucker, get me my wand!”

He smirked. “Like I would give you a weapon after what just happened. I’m not dumb like Weasel, you know.”

She growled. “Malfoy, you dirty fucker!”

“Yes, I believe I am,” he advanced on her. “And I believe you had better be ready for when I fuck you again,” he said, looking down at the hair between her legs. “Have – that – shaved, or I might just parade you around the school with my juice dripping off you, come stained whore. But I will say this: you don’t know when, and you don’t know where, but I will fuck you again. “And with that, he turned, leaving her on the table.