Tell Me

Tell Me



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Chapter Two:



Later that night, Draco had a hard time getting to sleep despite all the firewhiskey he had drank. His head was spinning with images. Draco moaned and threw back his head into his pillows. In his mind’s eye, he could see Granger’s angry face the day she slapped him across the face. A part of him had been rather elated to get such a reaction out of the Gryffindor. She was so angry that her face was rosy with temper and her chest was heaving with indignation. Draco thought that was the first time he had really seen her as an actual girl. He could date his strange fascination with her from that day.



Draco shivered and moved to touch himself under the covers. He ran a practiced hand up his firm penis. He closed his eyes as he caressed the firm head of his cock. His mind flashed to his favorite fantasy about her. The first time he had this dream about Granger, he had woken up embarrassed by the fluids over his taut stomach and on the sheets.



Draco shifted as he got more comfortable and began to softly and lightly pet himself as he thought back to the World Cup and the forest. In his fantasy, he would find Hermione Granger alone in the forest.



Draco’s fantasy:



“Who’s there?” asked a frightened Hermione. She put up her wand threateningly.



“Me,” said Draco with a dismissive drawl. “Running away scared from the bad men, Granger?”



“So are you,” said Hermione defiantly. She tossed her head and turned to walk away.



“You are such a silly girl,” said Draco with an eye roll. “You are going right for them, you know.”



“I am not stupid,” said Hermione with an outraged gasp.



“I didn’t say you were thick,” said Draco as he turned to go further into the tress. “Are you coming?”



“I don’t trust you,” said Hermione suspiciously as she reluctantly followed him.

“What a surprise,” said Draco dryly as he led them away from the screaming and chaos.



As the forest got darker and the trees got older and bigger, Hermione called out to Draco.



“Stop!” said Hermione. “I have my ankle stuck in a tree root. I can’t get it out.”



Draco went to her and leaned down. He could see her struggling to free herself.



“Oh, quit whining,” said Draco as he wrapped his hand around her delicate ankle and moved her foot.



“Don’t, it hurts,” said Hermione softly.



Draco moved her foot more cautiously. Against his will, he touched the silky soft skin of her ankle and ran his strong fingers up her leg.



“Stop that,” said Hermione breathlessly.



Draco’s mouth dried as he didn’t stop and moved his hand up under her nightdress to her delicate knee. He looked up into Hermione’s almost hypnotized eyes. He leaned in and captured her mouth in his. She struggled for a moment then melted into his embrace. Draco gave a low moan as he tasted the sweetness of her mouth. Neither of them noticed when her foot popped out of the tree root. They settled themselves in the soft bramble surrounding the tree and kissed. Draco could feel her little hands tangled in his hair as she moaned into his feeding mouth. He was kissing her hungrily. He wanted to memorize her taste. He could feel her breasts pressing against his chest as he wrapped his arms around her small frame.



Draco heard her give a low moan when he palmed her breasts through her nightdress. His fingers smoothed and tugged on her nipples until they were firm and pouting. When his hands moved to push her nightdress up around her chin, she protested. Draco silenced her with a long, slow kiss. Then he pushed up her nightdress and caressed her naked tits. His mouth dipped to take a firm pink nipple in his mouth. She grasped at his hair and tugged but he laved the nipple until she was gasping with pleasure. Then he turned his attention to her other neglected aureole. He kissed and licked that nipple until she was squirming under his hot and aroused body. He pulled himself up to silence her moans with his mouth. He kissed her lazily as his hand found its way under her prim white cotton pants. He swallowed her gasp of outrage as he touched her pussy. He explored the delicate folds with a finger.



“No,” moaned Hermione as she writhed under his petting finger. He found her little nub of pleasure and began to worry it back and forth lightly then more firmly. He listened to her gasp then moan throatily. His other fingers dipped in to touch her now slippery folds. He maneuvered a finger into her tight sheath and gasped at how tight she was. She groaned in distress. He soothed her by kissing her mouth as his finger dipped deeper inside her. He pet her sweet little pussy until she was writhing under him. His finger was plunging in and out of her. He could smell her arousal now. He slipped another long finger deep inside her hot, aching sheath. She arched her back and moaned his name, his first name. Then she shrieked his name as he bent down and ran his tongue down her slippery pussy. He licked and sucked at her clitoris as his fingers plunged in and out of her clenching sheath. Draco sucked and caressed her until she was begging him to stop. Then she was begging no more as her entire body stiffened and she came. Her pussy clamped down hard on his moving fingers and he could feel the tremors of pleasure run through her small frame. She was moaning his name and it made the hair on his neck stand up at the tone in her voice.



Then Draco sat back on his haunches and tore his trousers open. He grasped his stiff, red cock and looked down at her sprawled, wanton body. He fisted himself and started to pump at his aching, leaking penis. He eyed her pussy hungrily. It was glistening in faint light. He could smell and see the arousal in her eyes as he ran his hand up and down his aching cock. He could see how hard her pink little nipples were as he moved his hand faster and faster.



“I can’t wait to fuck you, Hermione,” moaned Draco. “I want to drive myself deep inside you. I want to hear you moan my name as I plunge in and out of your sweet pussy. See how hard you’ve made me. I want to see you lying in my bed with my essence dripping from you. Gods-”



Draco fisted his hard penis as he felt a wave of pleasure flood up and drown him. He forced his eyes open so he could see the white gobs of his semen drop on to her stomach and her exposed pussy. He threw back his head and groaned as the pleasure washed over him again and again. When he was finished, he could see her sprawled out in front of him. Her eyes smoldering with passion as she touched the semen he had put on her stomach.



“Fuck me, Draco,” purred Hermione.



Draco opened his eyes and groaned as he petted his now deflated cock. The forest fantasy was his favorite as evidenced by the rather sticky mess he just made of his sheets. He licked his lips and swore he could almost taste her. He frowned into the darkness as he realized that he had to come up with a plan. Obviously Granger was not going to let him fingerfuck her and then come all over her quite that easily. He was going to have to work up to it. He cleaned up the mess and sat back to think about his problem.



No two ways about it, he wanted to fuck her. Hermione Granger had been starring in a majority of his fantasies lately. He used to think of his fantasies as healthy but now she had replaced all the other witches that used to have starring roles. She even replaced that rather naughty one he had of one of his mother’s friends. Draco sighed as he reluctantly accepted this fact, even without Blaise and Theo dropping heavy hints that even a Gryffindor would get.

Draco frowned in the darkness as he thought about what his father would have to say. Then his face cleared as Draco realized three things. One, his father was in Azkaban. Two, he wasn’t thinking of marrying Granger. A hot tryst or two would take care of these cravings and he would be as good as new. Three, his father had a muggle born mistress.



Draco shifted and blushed slightly as he remembered being introduced to her. Father had taken him to one of his clubs in London during Yule. He had not been allowed downstairs at the Merlin Club but had been sent to a private room upstairs while his father conducted business. He had been bored silly. He had been idly looking out the window and wishing he could go home when the door opened.



A tall elegant woman walked in the door. Draco blinked when he realized that she was not unlike his mother. She had dark blonde hair and very long legs.



“If it isn’t little Lucius Junior,” purred the woman as she sat down beside the fireplace. She proceeded to run her eyes over his frame with speculation.



Draco had been a bit sulky but she had slowly but surely got him to talk. They had been exchanging barbed little insults that made her laugh after Draco suddenly realized who she was.



“So does my father pay you well?” asked Draco after one of her little insults about his hair had hit a bit too close.



“Exceedingly,” said Leah. She had introduced herself. “He is an investor in my fashion company. It’s in London. I suspect you have not heard of it but it is extremely smart and very profitable. The punters love that romantic, flowing ‘fantasy’ look, right now.”



“Right,” said Draco as he pursed his lips. “That’s why I haven’t heard of you.”



“Please,” said Leah testily. “A pureblood little swot like you knows nothing of the muggle fashion industry.”



“Muggle?” asked Draco as his lip curled.



“How like Lucius you are,” said Leah with a laugh. “He was just as dismissive until he found out how much money there is to be made. His scruples, however, don’t prevent him from making money or fucking me. My dear Draco, I am muggleborn.”



“What?”



“Surprised?” purred Leah.



His father came in the door shortly afterward but Draco had more encounters with her later in the year. Her very existence started him on his road of doubt.

The next morning, Draco woke up tired but quite determined to find a way to have Granger. The sly looks he was getting from Blaise and Theo only spurred on his determination. He was sitting brooding in the Slytherin common room.



“Draco,” said a familiar posh voice. “What are you doing?”



“Nothing Pansy,” said Draco with an innocent smile at his girlfriend.



“Hmmm,” said Pansy suspiciously. “You have that look.”



“What look?”



“That ‘I have a secret plot’ look,” teased Pansy.



“Oh,” said Draco as he maneuvered Pansy against the wall of the Slytherin common room with an intent gesture.



“Draco,” said Pansy as her face turned pink. “Stop it.”



Draco maneuvered his thigh to ride up between Pansy’s legs and rub against the inner thigh of the Slytherin girl.



“Pans,” murmured Draco as a gaggle of giggling Slytherin girls walked past the couple. “I know how much you love it when I don’t stop.’



Pansy bit her lip and blushed as Draco reflected on their relationship. After his initiation by his father, he had brought his newfound knowledge to Hogwarts and proceeded to try and seduce Pansy. She loved the kissing and the touching. She loved the oral sex but she had adamantly refused to let him fuck her. Oh, they had come close many a time, but he had to hand it to Pans, no matter how turned on he got her, she didn’t budge. She was not a stupid or thoughtless witch. Draco knew if he wanted her, he would have to pay a certain price. Honestly though, he was glad because he wasn’t certain if he was ready to pay that price, at least not yet.



So Draco had learned to take his pleasure elsewhere. He knew that Pansy was aware that he shagged other witches but she was also pragmatic. He overheard her tell Millicent that as long as he didn’t humiliate her in public, and as long as he didn’t actually date the other girls, she didn’t care about those slags. They had an unspoken agreement.



Draco thoughtfully stroked her dark silky hair. She was darkness personified. Her black eyes and hair, delicate frame, posh voice and air of elegance attracted Draco in Third Year. She reminded him of his mother.



“You still haven’t told me what you are up to,” said Pansy as she trailed light kisses up his neck.



Draco shivered. He loved that.



“Please,” whispered Pansy. She kissed the pulse in his throat.



“Patience is a virtue,” chided Draco as he pulled her up against his lean frame. He ran an exploring hand down her back.



“Tell me later, love?” asked Pansy lightly. She pulled away from Draco and trailed off towards her room.



His grey eyes flashed as he watched her hips sway gracefully. Draco mused that he better not let Pansy catch him trying to shag her worst enemy. Draco went back to plotting.