Send Me a Virgin

Chapter 10: A Show of Force

Hermione lounged on the couch enjoying the afterglow of her first sexual intercourse. Harry’s head was between her breasts and he stroked her thighs. Their breath had finally returned to normal

“So…Harry, had to have her first, didn’t you?” came a voice behind them.

Hermione opened her eyes and saw the lanky blond hair and permanent sneer that only could belong to Draco Malfoy. Harry’s head whipped around at the sound.

“Malfoy, what the blazes are you doing here?” he demanded.

Hermione could feel Malfoy’s gaze upon her naked body but she did not shrink from it. In her screwed up mind, she could only see another conquest. Had she not been under the influence of Snape’s botched potion she would have been repulsed by the looks she was getting.

“Maybe I should ask you that question, Harry. Have a go at it?”

Harry stood up hastily and grabbed his pants. Malfoy saw the blood more clearly.

“I thought Weasley would have beaten you to it,” Malfoy continued, obviously reveling in his discovery.

Harry’s face colored a bit and Hermione frowned. Ron? Why Ron?

“How did you get in here and how did you know what this room was being used for?” Harry demanded.

Hermione thought he had more authority once his pants were on, but his wand was tucked in the couch somewhere. She wasn’t even sure where hers was.

“I have my spies,” Malfoy said with a smug look. “However…” he paused, looking at Hermione again, “I was told that you came in here to talk.”

Hermione began to get annoyed. “Ok, you’re here, Draco. So what do you want? Out with it!”

“Don’t talk to me that way, you little slut,” Malfoy replied, obviously irked at her tone. “I was sent here.”

“By whom?” asked Harry.

“Professor Snape, of course,” Malfoy said smugly.

A warning flag went up inside Hermione’s brain but she didn’t know why.

“Snape?” asked Harry, clearly puzzled. “What would he want me for?”

“Who says it’s you he wants? But then again, you always think of yourself, don’t you?”

They both looked over to Hermione who made no attempt to cover her nakedness. Malfoy continued to leer at her but she met his gaze with a challenging look. Deep inside the lust was rising and she’d take him on if she had to.

“So get dressed, you cunt so I can take you to him.”

Harry took a menacing step towards Malfoy, but without his wand he was on dangerous ground.

“Don’t talk to her like that, Malfoy,” Harry said through clenched teeth.

“I’m not afraid of you. Besides…where’s your wand?”

Harry turned around and in that instant Malfoy removed his wand.

“Petrificus totalus!”

Harry froze and Hermione gasped. Malfoy looked down at her.

“Get dressed – now!”

“What if I don’t?” she challenged.

“I’m armed and you’re not, so try me,” Malfoy said in an icy voice.

Hermione decided it would be unwise to go against his wishes. She wiped the mess from her stomach using an old drapery and got dressed. All the time Harry stood immobilized and Malfoy watched her movements with a greedy eye. If he were a dog, he’d be drooling. As soon as she was ready, he grabbed her by the arm and hauled her out the door.

As they hurried along the corridor Hermione asked why Snape wanted to see her so late. Besides, her detention was tomorrow night, she pointed out.

“Shut up,” Malfoy hissed. “He just asked me, ok?”

“You always do everything he asks you?” Hermione ventured.

“No,” he said quietly and she wisely shut her mouth.

They were nearing Snape’s apartments when they ran into Filch.

“Looking for Snape?” he asked, scowling as was his customary manner.

“Yes,” Malfoy replied. “So get out of the way old man, I’m in a hurry.”

“Well now, Mr. Malfoy,” Filch said sarcastically. “No need to be takin’ that tone with me, eh? The professor told me to tell you that he was called away to tend matters in your house. Seems your fellow Slytherins can’t behave the night before a Quidditch match and things are out of hand.”

Malfoy let out a sound of exasperation. “I’m not waiting for him, then. I have more important things to do.”

Filch shrugged. “Suit yourself.”

Malfoy waited until Filch skulked away before looking at Hermione. The leer was back.

“So…I guess that leaves the two us,” he said suggestively.

Almost against her will Hermione smiled seductively. Here was her chance for more. Her body was demanding it and she couldn’t ignore it.

“So what do you have in mind, Draco?” she asked sweetly.

That caught him a little off guard, but he recovered smoothly.

“Let’s duck in here,” he said, opening a small closet.

They went inside and Malfoy said lumos and there was light. The closet was used mostly for storage of old textbooks and other scholarly items. Once inside with the door closed, Malfoy forced her down on her knees.

“Ok, bitch, let’s see how good you are,” Malfoy said as he unzipped his jeans.

Hermione watched with eyes wide as his cock came into view. It was already semi-hard and she licked her lips.

“Since when did you become such a little slut?” he asked.

Hermione didn’t know. The answer was buried somewhere in her logical brain and she couldn’t retrieve it. All she knew was that she wanted to suck Draco’s cock and hopefully he would fuck her. She couldn’t take the tension that was building up inside of her.

“Ok, do your best, slut,” Malfoy sneered.

Not shy at all, Hermione took Malfoy’s cock in her hand and closed her mouth around the swollen purple head.

“Just your mouth, you stupid bitch,” he said, slapping her hand away.

The words only inflamed her more and she opened her mouth wide, eased the muscles in her throat and took him in as far as she could go without gagging.

“Ahhh…that’s it…” Malfoy sighed.

Hermione kept her head still and let Malfoy slide his cock in and out of her mouth. He grabbed a handful of her bushy, long hair for leverage as he slowly fucked her mouth. The spirit of the whole thing started things rolling again in her brain and she began to get wet down below. She would need relief before she left the closet and it didn’t matter how she got it. But for the time she was content sucking Malfoy’s cock, only if it meant that she would please him.

And it did. The voices that were with Hermione all week told her what to do. Expertly, she slid her tongue along the bottom of Malfoy’s engorged shaft, careful to let her teeth glide across the ridge of the head. Each time she did that Malfoy groaned and made her head go a little faster.

“Oh yeah, that’s it, bitch, suck me good,” he moaned.

Hermione never stopped. She moved as fast as he wanted and let her mouth be fucked ruthlessly. Both of Malfoy’s hands were on her head and he savagely pumped his cock into her eager mouth. In and out he went full force. Hermione’s lips were getting numb and the saliva pooled and leaked out of her mouth. She could taste the sweet precum leaking from Malfoy’s cock and she eagerly swallowed it, wanting more. Her body was responding with a throbbing pussy and hardening nipples. More than ever she wanted relief and she hoped that he would be done soon.

Although she didn’t know it, Malfoy did not get sex very often, especially not a blowjob as exquisite as he was getting at the moment. What sex he had he usually took and sometimes by force. Pansy Parkinson, slut as she was, was somewhat afraid of him and rarely put out.

Hermione struggled to breathe as Malfoy increased his fucking to a fever pitch. Sweat was forming on his brow and dripping down the side of his face.

“Oh yeah, almost…almost…squeeze my balls…”

She complied and used her soft hand to cup then squeeze his full ball sack. That was all he needed.

“Ohhhh…here it comes…” Malfoy warned.

His thrusts were so hard she could barely keep her mouth on him. He was practically raping her mouth.

At last he stopped pumping and let his load go and spurted into Hermione’s waiting mouth. She almost gagged with the amount he had to give her. It wasn’t as much as Harry’s earlier she thought. But she swallowed it all and licked the end of his cock for good measure. Malfoy slumped against the shelving and for the first time she could smell the smell of old paper.

“I don’t know where you learned to suck cock like that, but it was good,” he allowed, panting.

Hermione stood up and leaned against the opposite wall of shelving. The edges of books dug into her back but she didn’t notice.

“I hope you’re man enough to satisfy me,” she said in a cloying tone.

Malfoy laughed at her mockingly. “What makes you think I couldn’t?”

Hermione lifted her sweater over her head and bared her breasts to him.

“Show me, then.”

Malfoy looked momentarily put off as if he wasn’t expecting her challenge but the sight of her breasts mesmerized him. He wasn’t used to women going to him so willingly. Hermione felt her blood rising as he reached out to grasp her breast. Malfoy wasn’t as gentle as Harry but she didn’t care. Any touch was better than her touch.

“Horny, aren’t you?” he said as he felt her up. Hermione leaned back a little and pushed her aching breasts out to him. “I take it Potter wasn’t enough, that doesn’t surprise me.” He grasped a nipple and turned it hard. She gasped in pain but enjoyed it at the same time. “I can show you what pleasure is.” He twisted again. “And pain.”

“Yessss…show me,” Hermione said, eyes closing. Malfoy’s words were tempting her and turning her on. Her pussy twitched again.

Malfoy took a step closer and lowered his head to her breast and sucked a nipple into his mouth. No sooner did he have his mouth on her than his teeth nipped at the puckered flesh. Hermione grasped the edge of the lower shelf and groaned.

“Mmmm, you like pain, don’t you slut?” Malfoy asked, releasing her nipple and going to the other one.

Hermione couldn’t answer; she was too far gone with desire. Malfoy nibbled her nipple and slid a hand between her legs and cupped her mound. She opened her legs for him and he grunted. She wanted nothing more than to take her pants off and she told him so.

“Yeah, take them off, slut. Let’s see what you’ve got.”

The pants were quickly shed and settled in a heap on the floor. Malfoy went back to biting her nipples and this time his hand found her hole. He jammed two fingers in which made her gasp.

“If you think I’m gonna fuck you there,” he said, “You’ve got another thing coming. I’m not going where Potter has been.”

This did not sit well with Hermione. “But I need it,” she whimpered.

“Oh, I’ll give it to you,” he said laughing. “Turn around.”

Hermione did as he asked and he roughly pushed her down so that her head was resting on the shelf and her ass was presented to him.

“Ever get it up the arse?” he asked.

“I…ah…no,” she said, confused. This was new.

He laughed viciously. “Well I guess tonight’s a night of firsts, then. Just relax; it’ll go easier on you.”

Malfoy spit on his hand and coated his cock before positioning it at the entrance to her puckered hole.

“Ready?”

Before she could reply her ass began to split open from the force of his cock pushing into her asshole. Again with the pain. And the confusion.

“I told you…relax,” he said, grunting with effort.

She did as told and suddenly it wasn’t so bad. His cock pushed in and then slowly slid out.

“That’s it, I told you,” he said, leaning over her and nipping her neck. “Now I want you to finger yourself while I fuck you, can you do that?”

“Yes,” she said. “I can do that.”

“Good,” he purred.

And with that he began to slowly fuck her asshole. This time it was slower than what had happened with her mouth. Hermione reached down and began to toy with her clit. As soon as she touched it, it felt like electricity was circulating through her body.

“Ah!” she cried.

“Feels good, huh?”

“Oh yes!”

He laughed and reached underneath to grab a breast. That only added to the sensation.

Hermione rubbed her clit harder and then as if someone was conspiring against her, the closet door opened. Malfoy stopped mid-stroke.

“Well, Harry, your timing is impeccable as always. This time you’re going to have to wait your turn.” He paused. “Oh, and you too, Weasley.”

Hermione jerked her head around and saw Harry and Ron standing there, mouths wide open at the position she was in. Harry had his wand in hand.

“Let her go, Malfoy,” he said in a tight voice.

“At least let me finish, you got your chance.”

Harry raised his wand.

“Don’t, Harry!” Hermione warned. “Just go away!”

Harry looked at her confused. “Go away? You mean…”

Malfoy laughed. “See, she likes it. Probably better than what your measly little dick can do.”

Ron pushed Harry aside.

“I’ll kill you, Malfoy. I swear,” he said, his voice ragged.

Malfoy pulled out at last, to Hermione’s dismay. Tucking his cock back into his pants, he reached for his wand. The three of them stood there in a deadlock, ignoring Hermione. She couldn’t take it anymore.

“Stop it, all of you,” she said stepping between Malfoy and Ron. “I’m here of my own free will.”

Ron looked at her aghast. “You’re saying you want to be with Malfoy? Are you mad?”

Hermione noticed he was doing his best not to notice her naked body, but he wasn’t convincing.

“No, but both of you are,” she said. “Leave us.”

Harry stepped forward. “No, we’re not leaving you. He’s got you under some sort of spell or something.”

Malfoy laughed. “You wish. She’s just looking for a real man.”

“Shut up,” Harry warned. He looked at Hermione. “Get dressed,” he ordered.

“But…” she started. The whole thing wasn’t fair. All she wanted was Draco inside her…fucking her…

“This is fucked up,” Malfoy said in disgust. “I’m out of here. You two can have what’s left of her. I got what I wanted.” He left the closet and stalked off down the hallway.

Hermione glared at Harry and Ron.

“Don’t tell me you wanted to be with him?” asked Ron.

“Never mind that, I need to be fucked,” Hermione said.

“Something is wrong with her,” Harry said to Ron. “Look at her eyes.”

She stood there and they both looked at her closely. She shrank back.

“I think we should take her to Madam Pomfrey,” Ron said. “If she was with Malfoy, he’s got to have her under some spell.”

“I am not. Ask Harry,” Hermione said, clearly annoyed with the whole thing.

Ron looked at Harry and his eyes narrowed. Hermione realized that Ron had no idea what she and Harry had been up to earlier in the Room of Requirement.

“He doesn’t know, Harry?” she said with a small smile forming on her lips.

Harry’s face darkened. “Get dressed, we have to leave now. I don’t want Filch catching us.”

“Know what?” asked Ron.

“Later, we need to leave. Now.”

Hermione sighed and got dressed and they stepped out of the closet. She grabbed Harry desperately.

“But I need relief now,” she whined. “Please, I can’t take it. Fuck me…”

Ron gasped, but Harry said nothing and dragged her down the corridor.

“I beg of you…fuck me. Both of you can fuck me!”

“Hermione, please! Be quiet!” Harry said through clenched teeth.

Ron continued to look from her to Harry with a confused look on his face. She sulked the rest of the way to the infirmary and her body was on fire. She would do it herself if she had to.

At first Madam Pomfrey didn’t know what Harry was trying to tell her because he was so embarrassed. Hermione had half a mind to just blurt out she was horny but she decided to let Harry suffer. At last it dawned on Madam Pomfrey what was the matter. She grasped Hermione by the arm and dismissed Harry and Ron. They went in and sat down on a bed. There was no one else about.

“So how long have you been feeling this way, child?” Madam Pomfrey asked.

“I’m not sure…maybe a week?” In truth she didn’t now. It seemed like she’d been this way forever. She sat there and answered Madam’s questions as truthfully as she could for the next twenty minutes. At first she was reluctant to explain, but soon the words tumbled out and she recounted her adventures over the past week. Madam Pomfrey seemed almost shocked.

“Well, it seems you are under the influence of a strong lust potion. In fact, a little too strong. It seems whoever mixed it was a little heavy handed with something. Must be someone inept with potions. Could be half the school…”

“Potion?” Hermione couldn’t understand. Wasn’t she always supposed to feel this way?

“Never fear, I have the antidote. Just sit here and I’ll be right back.”

Hermione’s brain was confused again. All she wanted was for Malfoy to fuck her. What was so bad with that? Why would she be under the influence? She squirmed slightly on the bed thinking about his cock sliding in and out of her.

Madam Pomfrey returned with a cup of warm liquid. It smelled like cloves and was dark green in color.

“Drink up,” she said. “The effects are almost instant and you may return to your dormitory.”

Hermione drank the liquid. It wasn’t unpleasant and it went down easily enough. Within minutes she felt as if a fog had cleared from her mind. Suddenly she felt very, very tired.

“There, you’ll be fine. You just need some sleep.” She patted Hermione on the arm. “I can modify your memory if you like.”

Hermione thought about it. “No,” she said at last. “I can deal with it.” She wanted to remember how it felt to have Harry kissing her and making love to her. She would block out Malfoy in time.

Madam saw her all the way back to the Gryffindor tower where Hermione mumbled the password and stepped inside. It was very late, but Harry and Ron were still up, waiting for her. When she saw Harry she began to cry. Harry reached out for her and hugged her tight.

“You were under a spell, weren’t you?” he whispered.

“Yes,” she sniffed. “I’m sorry…”

“It’s ok. Get some sleep; we can talk tomorrow before the match.”

She nodded and went past Ron without saying anything. She was tired and ashamed.

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I think most people were expecting Ron, but, hey that was too easy. Thanks to MuggleNet for the charms reference. I can\'t remember them all. In the next chapter we\'ll finally get back to Snape and what he\'s been up to.

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