Addicted

˜Hello. My name is Hermione Granger and I love sex.

I know this sounds like the introductory phrase used at all and any addiction help meetings, but I believe that it is best to be concise and to the point.

The defining incident that led to my self discovery occurred in the midst of the Tri Wizard Tournament. It was during this time that I found myself knee deep (or on my knees...) in the first strains of adolescent lust. Thanks to the attentions of Viktor Krum, the "Bulgarian Bon Bon", all of my hidden desires, my wants, my needs and my awakening sexuality was forced to the surface. I didn't fall victim to the typical experience of most adolescent teens enraptured with their "first". I didn't love him and he didn't love me. Aside from his age and his experience, I was attracted to the fact that he didn't live in the UK. There would be no messy "break-up" following my coital education. I'm not sure why I drew his attention in the first place. It might have been because I wasn't part of the flock of simpering, giggling girls that followed him all through the castle. I didn't ponder too deeply into this. It didn't matter why he was interested just that he was. Because of my bookish ways and my thirst for the written word, I had come across various manuscripts, both Muggle and Wizard, that had dealt with the subject of sex and through the months comprising the Tri Wizard Tournament, Viktor gave me ample opportunity to test out all that I had read.

Summer came and I returned to the Muggle world, eager to put my semester of sex to good use in an environment perfect for my sexcapades. No word of my dirty deeds would leak into the Wizarding world as none of my Muggle mates had any contacts at Hogwarts...aside from me, of course.

The cycle of promiscuity and abstinence carried through only to the beginning of Sixth year; well, the promiscuity ended, I was unfortunately celibate all through Sixth year. Of course, Harry, Ron and I spent the year gathering and destroying Horcruxes and formulating a plan that would allow Harry to go all Freddy Krueger on Voldemort's ass. Harry had dealt with Moldy Voldie towards the start of summer and we were allowed a time of relaxation before we returned to school. I used that time to catch up on all my missed work, ensuring that I was able to remain on pace with my classmates. I was even able to coax Harry and Ron to occasionally join me.

Going back to Hogwarts without the threat of Voldemort hanging over our head was exciting. Not just because I didn't have to worry about the possibility of being filleted alive but because I had found out that after all my years of goody-two shoes behaviour, I had been named Head Girl! Success! This was my crowning achievement and I would enjoy every minute of this honour. On top of this, I would also have my own private quarters. Quarters that I would share with the Head Boy, Draco Malfoy. Now, I know most people probably thought that I viewed this as a horrible, terrible punishment. After all, Malfoy has been my "enemy" since first year and, obviously, I must just hate the idea of having to share rooms with him for an entire year.

Well, they would be wrong.

I had finally reached a level of maturity that allowed me to recognize all the years of sniping, hexing and arguments were not an indication of hatred - the Malfoys had denounced the "Dark Lord" and joined the Order of the Phoenix well before Voldie was sliced and diced, and, through the use of veritaserum, proved that their previous actions and derogatory comments were due to living under the threat of Voldemort's insanity- but more accurately an example of heated, sexual interest...well, at least since Fourth year. I may have called him "Ferret", but I had no problem recognizing how yummy he was. Now with the war over, I couldn't wait to lick him like a lollipop! And by him, I mean his cock.

Merlin, I need to get laid.

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Draco hurried towards the Hogwarts Express, pushing through the hoard of jubilant students. Boarding the train, he walked quickly to the Heads' Compartment, settling himself comfortably on one of the plush bench seats. He was early for the Head/Prefect meeting but why should he sit with his classmates when he had been given the right to sit in luxury as befits his new station at Hogwarts? He knew that he sounded like an arrogant prick, but he was a Malfoy and Malfoys were bred to be arrogant. Now that the "unpleasantness" with the Death Eaters was over and Lord King Dick-head had been decimated, Draco was free to admit that he had never bought that bullshit about Muggle inferiority. He was proud of being a pureblood but he had no doubt that Muggles were capable of many things. He had attended Hogwarts with Hermione Granger for years and if competing for grades had taught him anything it was that 7 times out of 10, she came out on top.

Her-mi-on-eeee. He savoured the thought of her name. She had held his interest since she'd punched him in the nose in Third year. Although her first and only touch to his patrician skin had not been the touch of a lover, it had burned through his skin and into his memory. She was the first girl he had ever wanked off to and she continued to play a starring role in the majority of his sexual fantasies. In fact his dedication to the thought of her had led him to indulge in nothing more than oral pleasure. Once. With Pansy Parkinson and it had been awkward. Now, he would be sharing the Heads' dormitory with her and Draco was aching for a visceral sexual experience and he wanted to experience it with Granger.

Closing his eyes, he leaned his head against the window adjacent to his seat. She had this amazing sexy quality that came through her bookworm-y ways. She seemed so innocent and delicate and yet so strong at the same time. It was an amazingly powerful combination that drew him in and left him drooling for more. Yes...she did dress in unflattering, overly large robes. But that really only made him think about what she had hiding underneath them. And, since she did flounce around in Muggle-made jeans during Hogsmead weekends, he had a clear vision of long sexy legs and a tight ass encased in denim. While that was a very, very, very nice image, he wanted to see more of her. All of her. Naked.

Luckily for him, Malfoys always got what they wanted.

He quickly opened his eyes as the compartment door popped open and Hermione walked in, leaving the door open to act as an invitation to the prefects who would be entering for their meeting. She was encased in her Gryffindor uniform, her robes thrown open over her shoulders exposing the - unfortunately - straining shirt covering her breasts. Straining shirt! Drool. That's a change from previous years. Her breasts swelled against the tight clasp of her sweater. His mouth dried up as he imagined pulling of her sweater, shirt and bra, sucking her taut nipple into his mouth, laving the taut flesh and kneading those beautiful mounds of flesh like he'd seen the house elves at the manor do to bread. Whoa. Mood killer.

"Ahem...Malfoy, stop looking at my tits."

He looked quickly at her face, flushing a bright red as he met her eyes. Smooth, Malfoy. Smooth. She's caught you staring at her bits. Say something. Anything! Speak! He struggled to force words out, spluttering and turning redder as nothing came out when she winked at him.

"You can touch them later," she said, smirking at him saucily.

"Are you fucking with me, Granger?" he forced out, breathing heavily.

She tilted her head to the side, staring at him pointedly. "No. I'm not, Malfoy. Do you want to fuck with me?" She walked smoothly across the compartment to sit beside him on the bench, drawing her hand lightly up his thigh. He shivered at the feeling of her warm, tiny hand inching its way slowly up towards his goods. She looked down at his package, grinning at the straining fabric covering his cock. "Look at that, Malfoy. I think you do."

He leaned in to her, inhaling her scent, desperate to feel her skin against his. Her breath mixed with his as he leaned in further, aching to press his lips to her. She reached up, placing a slender digit against his lips. "Not now," she whispered. "Later." She gave him a quick peck on the check and jumped up, moving quickly to the other bench as the first prefects walked into the compartment. Quickly flipping his robes over his raging erection, he settled in for a long, uncomfortable meeting, studiously avoiding looking at Granger and her ridiculously mouth-watering legs.