Abused Massacre

Chapter 13 : The library

For the next two weeks he spent most of his time in the library preparing for exams like he had told his mother. Hermione spent most of her time with Potter and Weasly, not wanting to cause any suspicion. He only saw her during the day in the great hall and in the library when she could relieve herself of their presence, still sitting at least two tables away as to not draw attention. He looked out the semi-fogged library window feeling as though his ass was glued to the chair. He had been there for nearly three hours already trying to cram information into his brain. His focus, defense against the dark arts. He thought that if his comprehension of the arts was strong, that the physical aspect would come with ease.
Gazing out the window he heard a soft shuffling behind a bookshelf. Turning his head to investigate, he spied Hermione’s small figure scuttling in behind a large stack of books. Heaving them on to a desk a few lengths away from him, she dropped her bag and shot him an incredibly beautiful smile before disappearing behind the tower of literature. She was wearing a black knee length skirt and black cardigan with her worn out converse. He made a mental note to himself to get her a new pair. Looking back out the window he tried to formulate plans for his attack, but was unable to come up with a logical angle of offense. Focusing back down at his book he continued to work diligently for the next two hours.
Engrossed with ways to perform the counter curse for a shrinking jinx, he did not notice the small object floating towards him. It was not until it landed on his parchment smearing the wet ink that he was aware of its presence.
“What the…?” he whispered. Picking it up it had the words ‘Feeling Frisky?’ inscribed in red letters. His jaw dropping in astonishment, he looked from the condom to the large stacks of books where he saw Hermione’s glasses laden face poke out and winked at him. Standing up, she pushed her chair back. Her cardigan was already unbuttoned a quarter of the way down, her ample bosom modestly peaking out. Taking off her glasses, she put the ear piece in her mouth as she twirled a stray tendril of hair with her index finger. Putting down the specs, she sauntered off to the back of the empty library.
Trying to gain his composure he got up and followed, his arousal apparent through the thick denim of his jeans. Trailing behind her, he saw the swish of her chocolate colored locks as she rounded a corner behind a particularly large bookshelf. Going around the corner himself, he felt the open ends of his jacket being pulled. She swung him around pressing him against the large oak shelf and passionately kissed him. Taking her into his arms he held her to him. Sucking on her neck as she softly moaned in his ear.
“Little horny, Granger?”
“No, I’m just a hedonist, Malfoy.”
“So then you are.” She smiled. He turned her and reversed their positions. She pushed his jacket to the floor where it landed soundlessly. His fingers expertly worked at the remaining buttons of her sweater as he ravaged her sensual mouth. Stripping her of the wooly fabric he kissed her shoulders. She pulled at his shirt, turning it inside out as it came over his head. “Jesus, Granger.” She let her lips flirt with his neck as her hands worked on his zipper. Taking the rubber from his hand, she positioned it on to his hardness then let her panties fall to the stone floor.
Lifting her, she wrapped her legs around his hips. He pushed her skirt to her thighs laying fervent kisses along her collar bone. Over come by passion, he plunged into her and she let out a soft moan of pleasure. It was apparent that she wasn’t new at this but he did not question it. Covering her mouth with his to silence her soft noises, he worked her effortlessly. The wood of the shelf creaked rhythmically. Panting, she broke their kiss. She bit his shoulder as her nails dug into the flesh on his back. His hand gripped her firmly on her ass as the speed of his pumping increased. She let her head fall, her back arching into him as he reached up and pulled her hair. Returning his mouth to hers as her cries became more audible he felt her nails sink into him as she let herself release with a loud moan. Hearing sensual groan in the back of her throat sent him over the edge. He plunged himself into her as he felt his egg seeking seed burst out of him only to be blocked by the thin shield of rubber. Clutching her body to him, he shuddered at the sweet sensation of ecstasy.
Gasping, he took himself from her cavity and kissed her zealously. Severing the tie between their lips, he pulled away and let her feet back down to the floor. Stroking her face, he softly kissed the beads of sweat away from her brow. Wrapping her arms around him she closed her eyes as he gently caressed her cheek.
“That was great.” He whispered. She smiled broadly bending down to pick up her wand. She pointed it at his now satisfied member muttering an incantation making his sloppiness and the rubber disappear. Tiptoeing, she kissed him on his neck as he enfolded her in his arms. Embracing her, he soaked in the last of their heated tryst.
Kissing her again he zipped his pants and picked up his shirt and jacket. She donned her cardigan and buttoned it back up to her neck. She had multiple love bites as souvenirs of their secret affair. Slipping her underwear back up her smooth legs, she straightened her skirt and ran her fingers through her messy hair desperately attempting to return it back to its normal state. In frustration, she resorted to sending it up into a high pony tail. Tenderly kissing him, she vanished around the corner of the shelf leaving the smell of sex behind her.
Walking away from their hiding place, he returned to his table. It was already getting dark and dinner time was quickly approaching. Packing his bag he headed for the exit. Granger was already gone. He strolled down the deserted corridors to the great hall with a permanent smirk attached to his face.
Reaching the great hall he pulled open the large doors and strolled over to the nearly Slytherin table. Sitting down he saw that Granger was sitting with the normal scallywags. She had tied a sheer black scarf around her neck to hide the remnants of their love making. She had trendily placed the knot over the largest clump of bruises. He admired her cleverness. Pulling out his wand he pointed it at her under the table. Muttering, he watched as her skirt began to creep up her knees to her thighs. One hand flew down to restrain the moving cloth to no avail. Snapping her eyes up she shot visual daggers at him. Laughing, he ceased his teasing and turned to his fellow housemates.

“That was a risky little stunt that you pulled Malfoy.” She snapped. They were back in the safety of their common room sitting on the couch in front of the fire. “What if someone saw?”
“Risky little stunt? I would have thought that our love making in the library was much riskier than lifting your skirt a little.” He replied with a smirk.
“Yeah but Harry wasn’t right next to us when we had sex.”
“Thank God for that. I wouldn’t have liked sharing you much.”
“Oh don’t be dirty Malfoy.” Shrugging, he placed his guitar on his lap and began composing a new piece while Hermione sat next to him returning to her book. “Why don’t you try playing it like this.” She said as she took the instrument. Demonstrating the rhythm and fingerings she handed it back to him. Testing it out, he nodded and continued the song.
“Granger.”
“Malfoy.”
“Have I told you how much I love you?” He asked as he tried to figure out which chords sounded best together.
“No.” She said with a small smile, not looking up from her book.
“Well, I love you more than I love chocolate frogs and their cards put together. And that’s saying a lot.” He said with a boyish grin. Laughing, she gave him a small push with her shoulder.
“I’m glad that I please you more than sugar does.” She laughed out as she continued reading. He continued playing until the song was completed. Unplugging the cord, he stood and placed the guitar back in its stand. Flopping back down on the couch, he pulled Hermione down to him as he lay back and watched the bright orange and red flames of the fire. She lay with her head on his chest still reading.
“What’s the book about?”
“It’s called Wicked. It’s based off The Wizard of Oz but is from the witch’s point of view instead of Dorothy’s. It’s a pretty modern novel.”
“I’ve never heard of The Wizard of Oz.”
“It’s a pretty famous muggle classic actually. The story is about a girl who lands in a place called Oz after a tornado lifts her house. She accidentally kills the wicked witch of the east when her house lands in this somewhat parallel dimension. All the people in the city were happy because she reeked havoc on their homes… well obviously because she’s wicked. Well Glinda, the good witch comes and tells her that she can have the evil witch’s ruby slippers. Little does Dorothy know, however, that the witch’s sister, the wicked with of the west, wants the slippers for herself. In the story, Dorothy is a sweet girl who only wishes to return home. Glinda tells her to go to Emerald City and ask the wizard to send her home. On her way she meets the most peculiar people, people that aren’t normally found in the muggle world anyways. She befriends a scarecrow, tin man, and lion. On their journey through Oz, the wicked witch of the west tries to stop them and steal the shoes from her. So this book that I’m reading now, Wicked, is pretty much the same story from the wicked witch of the west’s point of view. I really enjoy it. My mum owled it to me after she read it.”
“Will you read some of it to me?” She smiles and lifts her head to look at him.
“You actually want to hear a muggle story?”
“Well I’m very interested with a muggle born, so I guess I can be interested in a muggle story as well.” He said as he held her tightly to him.
“Do you want to hear it from the beginning?”
“Yeah.” She nods placing a slip of parchment on her page to hold her place. Flipping to the beginning of the book she begins to read.
“A mile above Oz, the Witch balanced on the wind’s forward edge, as if she were a green fleck of land itself, flung up and sent wheeling away by the turbulent air…” She read to him until the fire had died. It was well past midnight and they were both exhausted. Folding down the corner, she closed the book. Slumping to the bathroom, they lazily cleaned up, taking turns in the shower they head for her room. Climbing into her oversized bed, they huddled together in the center looking like lost children comforting one another.
“Hermione,”
“Hmm?”
“I love you more than a hundred chocolate frogs.”
“Well I love you more than a hundred butter beers.” She replied as they both drifted off to sleep.

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