The Deflowering of Draco Malfoy

The Evil Smirk is Born
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“Mmm…” Draco growled as his bedside companion started to stir.

“Now just lay back and relax,” she grinned up at him, following the trail of red bite marks down his bare stomach until she reached the object of her affection. Her hand was already there, slowly stroking his hardening length.

“You just don’t quit do you-OOOh…” he moaned when her tongue stuck out to flick the sensitive head. His hands clutched the sheets for some grip on sanity as he was taken once again into the other realm of pleasure she so easily sent him to with her skilled mouth. This was definitely the only way to wake up.

She loved the control she had over him like this. His hard shaft was pulsing as her tongue continued to swirl over and around him, up and down. Her pace increased, completely in sync with his ragged breathing. She controlled every breath he took. If she stopped, he would cease to exist.

‘3…2…1…’

“Ohh Hermione…” he groaned his release. ‘Right on cue! Was it possible to be too good at sex?’ she thought as she swallowed the last of his seed. She looked up into his flushed and sweaty face, and saw a grown man that had completely surrendered to her… That she could dominate with a simple flick of her tongue…

‘Definitely not.’

Draco couldn’t have gotten out of bed if he tried. His head felt light as air, and delightfully disconnected to his body. Usually when he woke up, the heavy load of schoolwork that needed to be done accompanied him, weighing him down and blocking out any chance for a stress free morning. Not today though. He was Head Boy, he had just lost his virginity to the Head Girl, who just so happened to be the most beautiful girl in school and had a mouth like a Hoover. It was going to be a good year.

He reached up to grab Hermione by the arm when he realized she was crawling away from him. He pulled her towards him to steal a good morning kiss, but she covered her mouth with her hand and giggled.

“Morning breath,” she whispered shyly, then started giggling madly and leaped off the bed, scurrying towards the bathroom. She was clad only in a pair of lacy boy shorts Draco couldn’t remember her putting on, but they accentuated her rear end perfectly, and he wasn’t complaining. He heard the water running, and leisurely moved to put his boxers on and picked up the rest of his clothes, still in a daze.

He was just starting to think that she wasn’t coming out and was about to head to his own dorm, when she emerged from the bathroom, grinning from ear to ear with her hands hidden behind her back. She was definitely up to something…

“So Malfoy, I did something very nice for you this morning, and I think it’s only fair that you let me do more good deeds,” she said sweetly. She was looking unnervingly innocent as she pouted up at him with her wide, rounded eyes, and Draco had a bad feeling about it.

“Err…”

“You did enjoy waking up like that, right?” she asked, drawing out her words.

“Of course but-“

“So what’s the problem?”

“Err…”

“Don’t worry, you’re in good hands!” she squealed, taking his ‘err’s’ as agreement. She bounced towards him excitedly, finally revealing what she had been hiding behind her back.

“Oh no no no no no… Definitely not- No! You- You stay away!” he shouted, backing himself into the wall.

“C’mon, pleeeaaassseee! It won’t hurt! Your hair is like two curtains, parted tediously straight down the middle and it hides your pretty face! If I just gave you a little trim you’d be so much more approachable, and not so boring and plain. Pleeeaaasssseeee!” she whined, stamping her foot and crossing her arms like a spoilt child.

“I- I umm..” he stuttered nervously. “I umm.. I’m going to be late for breakfast. I don’t want to get in trouble.”

“You’re Head Boy, who’s going to yell at you?”

“NEWTS, I have to go study for NEWTS. Yeah…”

Hermione was growing impatient with his lame excuses. It was time to unleash the fire.

“Now listen here, Draco Malfoy. I don’t know who you think you are, but where I come from, when people reach out and want to help, I appreciate it and accept. No questions asked. Now you are going to sit down in that chair and be still while I work my magic. And if I hear one little teensy-weensy girly complaint-“ she paused to wag the shiny scissors at him threateningly. “Well, I’m sure you get the point.”

He didn’t need telling twice. He sat down in the chair by her bed and sulked, watching his precious white-blonde locks fall to the floor. He closed his eyes, waiting for it to end.

“You can look now,” Hermione said gently about twenty minutes later, stifling a laugh at his pained expression. He took the round mirror she handed him, and looked at his new appearance for the first time. The sight made him sick to his stomach. He was completely bald except for a few sprockets of hair on the top that stuck out at odd angles.

Nothing could have compared him though, for the sight of a bloody hole where his left ear used to be. He screamed. Hermione was tapping his shoulder and trying to get him to stop, but he paid no attention. His eyes were fixed on the bloody hole on the laughing face of his mirror self…

“What the-“ ‘Stupid enchanted mirrors!’ He raised his fist at his laughing reflection, and it raised its hands in surrender, shaking away the false image and revealing an equally astonishing sight. Draco still almost didn’t recognize himself. His vivid grey-blue eyes stuck out dramatically against his pale skin, as they were no longer hidden behind a thick sheet of hair. The sides were short and clean cut, but the top was a little longer and ruffled. He’d never imagined he could look so different from something as simple as a hair cut. He looked good.

“Told you so,” she grinned down at her handsome creation. She had just taken one of the most unattractive and dull boys in the school, and turned him into a billboard for sex appeal. How many girls at Hogwarts could say that?

Malfoy couldn’t take his eyes off of the stranger in the mirror. His chin was practically grazing the floor as he ran his fingers through the short strands and watched it fall back, perfectly in place. He imagined he must look really ridiculous, but he had never felt so good about himself.

“Ready for your unveiling?” Hermione asked him.

He shook his head in agreement, slowly coming out of his trance. He stole one last glance at his reflection. It was smirking at him, in a completely cunning but unreadable way.

He smirked back. It was a good look on him.

“I’ll meet you down there.”


Most of the school was already assembled in the Great Hall when Hermione arrived. She took a seat opposite her best friends and started to dig in. Her fork was halfway to her mouth when she looked up, and it fell out of her hand and clattered on the metal plate.

“Ok, spill it you two!” she reprimanded them. The same silly grin was plastered on each of their faces, and they looked extremely pleased with themselves. They glanced up and down the table, to check that no one was paying attention. Then Harry reached inside his robes, and pulled out a small photograph that he slid across the table to her. She picked it up and stared in shock.

“Is that a pickled-“ her words cut off as comprehension sunk in. “You didn’t!” she gasped in a loud whisper aimed at her best friends. If it was possible, their grins got even wider.

“You did!” she shouted, extremely impressed and proud of the men across from her. She looked back down at the photograph in her hand. Even though it was black and white, there was no mistaking the many multi-colored glass jars with dead animals suspended in them that lined the walls of Professor Severus Snape’s office. Harry was bent over the desk, smiling wide at the camera, and Ron’s face was scrunched in concentration as he pounded Harry from behind.

“How?”

“Shh! We’ll tell you later.”

Hermione shrugged and returned to her food, smiling at her two friends as they inconspicuously brushed up against each other. It was like they had their own language, and more than once, Hermione had gotten the feeling like she was the third wheel. It didn’t really bother her, she knew her two friends loved one another more than they put on. Ever since the night she had caught them at it, right after the defeat of Voldemort, she knew that they were meant to be together. They had asked her to join them, and she accepted so she wouldn’t be left out. It was fun, it felt good, and it made it so she wasn’t so alone. She never wanted to be alone…

Her attention was pulled away from her thoughts with the arrival of the head boy. He was walking with a little skip to his step, his head held high, and a slight slant to the corners of his lips. He radiated confidence and charm, two qualities she never would have associated with him before his mini-makeover. She wasn’t the only one to notice either. Heads were turning in his direction as he proceeded towards the Slytherin table. Harry and Ron even caught on.

“Ugh, that insufferable little know-it-all is back this year. I hoped he would have put his bookworm skills to good use and graduated early, saving the rest of us from the displeasure of his company.”

“Oh come on Ron, he’s not that bad!” Hermione argued back.

“Please, his life’s ambition is to make the rest of us look bad. Oh and look-“ Ron said, nodding in the direction of the Slytherin table where Malfoy had just taken a seat. “Parkinson seems to be warming up to him. They could run off and join a nunnery together.”

Harry and Ron burst out laughing, but Hermione was too busy seeing red. Her eyes narrowed in anger when she chanced a glance at the Slytherin house table. Pansy Parkinson was taking an interest in Hermione’s handiwork, and playfully running her hand through Draco’s now short hair.

Pansy was the ringleader of a group of Slytherin girls that thought they ruled the school. Her father was supposedly a preacher at an esteemed muggle church, and she would tell anyone who would listen how she was saving herself for marriage. It drove Hermione completely insane that men actually went for that kind of thing. Even Harry and Ron had made some attempts to break through the chastity belt. Everyone thought she was so noble and sweet. Hermione thought she was a bitch and a tease.

The worst part was, that even Hermione had to admit that she wasn’t exactly unattractive. If there was one girl in the entire school that could compete with her when it came to looks, it was Pansy. She had curly bleached blonde hair, straight from a bottle, and was abnormally tan, even in the winter months. She had a wardrobe full of sickly pink clothes that reminded Hermione of Little Bo Peep from Hell. There was definitely no way she was going to let the frilly femme fatale get her clawed hands on her creation.

Unfortunately, Gryffindors had a full morning of classes, so the head girl wasn’t able to make any interceptions. Not that the class time was wasted. She used her should be paying attention to the professors time to make more edits on her list. She also made another list to use with Harry and Ron, as her original was now for her eyes only.

It wasn’t until after dinner that she found Draco, pouring over another boring old book in the library, an evil blonde Barbie attached to his arm.

“Do you think you could show me that wrist movement one more time? I just can’t seem to get the hang of it,” the devil Barbie cooed, giggling sweetly and batting mascara caked eyelashes in his direction.

“Yeah it’s a tricky one. You just have to give it a little extra twirl at the end. Here, let me show you.” Hermione gritted her teeth from behind a large stack of books as she watched Draco, her Draco, guide Pansy’s hand through the air.

“See, you’ve got it.”

“Only because of you. You’re a really good teacher, you’ll have to help me more often.”

“That can be arranged,” he smirked at his student. Hermione was surprised she wasn’t burning a hole in both their heads from her heated glare.

‘That little whiney, fake, skrewt faced…’ She couldn’t just sit back and watch her latest lover get manipulated by the skankiest virgin Hogwarts had ever seen.

It wasn’t long before she had a plan. A simple wave of her wand later and she sat back and watched the fun begin.

“Is it hot in here or is it just me?” Pansy asked, fanning herself.

“Err… I think it’s definitely you,” he replied suggestively, showing off that newly acquired smirk of his again. Damn that evil smirk. This was not how her plan was supposed to work out.

“Aw, you’re sweet. It’s probably just these heavy Hogwart’s robes, do you mind if I take mine off?”

“Of course not.”

'Grr… Definitely not going well…’ Without the large back robes, the girl was clad only in a tight fitting, white sundress with pink flowers on it. She looked like the epitome of sweetness and perfection. Hermione had never hated anyone so much. She couldn’t watch the girl throw herself at the head boy anymore without strangling someone, and was just about to end the overheating charm and leave, when things finally started to turn in her favor.

“Are you ok, Pansy?” Draco asked in a concerned tone. He’d never seen a girl sweat so much, and didn’t realize his new look had such an affect on the opposite sex.

“Yeah, Madame Pince must have turned the heat up. Geesh!” she panted out, grabbing a book off the table to fan herself with. “I’m fine though. I’m under a lot of pressure you know. Living by the strict Christian ideals gets really lonely sometimes. I feel like everyone is against me, wanting me to just give in to my urges. They get so strong sometimes….” she whispered softly in Draco’s ear. Hermione was pleased to see Draco scoot his chair backwards to get away from the sweating girl.

“Umm.. I’m going to need to take that book back, Pans.”

“Wha- why?”

“Because you’re getting it all orange. Maybe you should go to the hospital wing. I don’t think that’s normal.” Hermione almost squealed out loud in delight. Pansy’s fake tanning lotion was getting sweated off, and she looked like a melting pumpkin, straight out of a horror film.

“No! It’s not what you think! I have sensitive skin so I have to put this lotion on it to keep it safe!”

“Yeah well… You’re dripping on the books. As Head Boy I can’t allow that, so you’ll have to leave.”

“But- but we’ll continue our study session later, right?”

“Err.. sure. Bye!”

“Bye Draco! Thanks for your-“

“Goodbye Pansy,” Draco said a little more forcefully. Hermione’s smile was fixed as she watched the Slytherin girl flee from the library. She was using her robes to pat at her face, just making the tanner and her eye makeup smear even more. Hermione had to fight the urge not to run after her and laugh, but she had much more pressing matters to attend to.

“What was that all about?” she asked airily, approaching the table where Draco was seated.

“I was just helping Pansy study, but she wasn’t feeling well,” he said with his face in a book. He looked up at her as she took the seat next to him, correctly interpreting her look of glee. “You wouldn’t know anything about that, would you? You could get in serious trouble for performing a curse on an unsuspecting student, especially in the library,” he said seriously, trying to control the twitching sides of his mouth. It wasn’t every day that he saw a girl’s face practically melt away, and even he had to admit that it was pretty amusing.

“Me? Of course not! I was just coming to get some homework done. This is a public area, is it not?” she replied defensively. He sighed, as he wasn’t going to press the matter, even though he knew what really happened.

“So, where’s your bag?” he smirked at her, breaking through her defenses with a look mirroring one she usually wore. She ignored his question.

“That is my smirk. You can’t just steal my smirk.”

“Can too. Besides, it looks much better on me,” he said with mock conceit.

“Ugh, I’ve created a monster,” she sighed, grinning from ear to ear. They both chuckled softly. He looked pleasantly content and in his element, surrounded by the many towering bookshelves. It really was getting hot in there… Who would have thought books could be such an aphrodisiac….

“Maybe you could help me.. I’m looking for a book called Evil Undone, but I can’t seem to find it anywhere.” She knew very well the book’s location, it was just the first title that came to mind. Finding a library book was not her intention.

“It’s in the restricted section, so you’ll need a note from a teacher.”

“Couldn’t you just show me where it is, pllleeaasseee?” she pouted.

“We aren’t allowed in there.”

“It’s just a little rope, C’mon Draco, be a rebel.”

“But it’s against the rules.”

‘The force is strong with this one…’

“I knew Gryffindor was the brave house, but I never realized Slytherins were such pussies.”

“I am NOT a pussy!”

“Then prove it,” she smirked at him sweetly, getting up and running off towards the restricted section in a fit of giggles. He bolted after her, abandoning his books on the table to follow in her wake.

He ducked underneath the rope that separated the restricted section from the rest of the library. It was eerily quiet and much darker than the other areas. She was nowhere to be seen though, and he couldn’t hear any signs of her. He strained his eyes to adjust to the dim light, peering into the far back corners.

All of a sudden, strong arms had him tight around the middle, and a hand was over his mouth.

“Isn’t it fun to be bad?” a seductive voice whispered in his ear, nibbling the soft lobe and making his knees buckle. In one swift movement, she had him pinned to the ground underneath her, and she was devouring his open mouth with all the fervor of a rabid beast. She was attacking his robes, practically ripping them from his body. He decided not to let her get too far behind, and soon his flailing arms met with fabric, and he had her robes off and thrown to the side. His hands slid up her smooth thighs that were straddling him, and under the hem of her skirt. She was wearing knickers this time, and he had to see them.

Before he even realized what he was doing, he was on top of her, grinding into her leg as he nibbled the soft skin of her neck. He felt like a caged animal, being released into the wild for the first time. The territory he was about to venture into was so new and almost frightening, but it had to be better than what he was leaving behind. Thoughts of getting caught, about getting in trouble just for doing something as simple as stepping over a rope, seemed so obsolete. All that mattered was her, and that their bodies would become one. He didn’t need anything else.

In his rush to disrobe her, he lost all self-control, and let his necessity dictate his actions. Her shirt was now torn down the middle, and his hands were unfastening the back clasp of her bra. Her emerald green lace trimmed bra… the dirty little Gryffindor…

“You like?”

Like was an understatement. He couldn’t even respond; the only noise he could manage came in the form of a low guttural moan. His face plunged between her breasts, drowning in her taste and sweet scent. He didn’t even notice that she once again had him completely undressed until he felt her delicate fingers caressing his soft skin. She must have cheated somehow. Two could play that game…

‘Evanesco!’ He heard her gasp as what remained of her clothing completely disappeared, even her hair tie.

Her clothes were gone, and she was in shock. Apparently less hair meant bigger balls when it came to Draco Malfoy, and she was thoroughly enjoying his newfound confidence. She wanted him to take her this time; to unleash she sexual god she knew was hidden behind the books, and ravage her body like an angry wolf. Make her his. That was her intention all along.

He was well on his way, tasting every part of her upper body in his reach. Her hips were bucking towards him, and without thought to what he was doing, he traced a finger up her slick folds. In return he got a sharp intake of breath. He repeated the motion… Another sharp breath and a low hiss. It only fueled his curiosity. How far could he take her with only his hand?

Up and down he traced, putting extra pressure on the little nub he now knew caused her to squirm.

“More… please….” She panted. He was moving agonizingly slow, and her body ached to be filled by him. She felt him slip a finger in her depths and moaned out loud at the sensation. It was hardly enough. His thumb found her clit and her breath hitched in her throat. The pressure building up inside of her was overwhelming. She needed release, but he only continued to torture her. Her hands searched out his length, to finish the job herself.

With one hand on his hip and the other on his throbbing member, she pulled him inside of her. He thrust along with her, and it created the most incredible sensation. She was stretched and filled in a fraction of a second, and that was all she needed to be taken over the edge. She felt her body convulsing around him, but it only encouraged him to increase his pace. No man had ever taken her over so quickly, not even the two that knew her best. She never imagined it could be so amazing, or that the man she originally just wanted to conquer, could play her game right back at her- because at that moment, she was completely lost to him… he had the control, and he used it well.

When he felt her muscles tighten around him, he had to bite his tongue to hold off his own release. Instead he drove into her more vigorously. She was so tight, hot, and wet.

Their bodies were shaking, and he knew it would be over in a matter of minutes. Her nails were digging roughly into his shoulders as she screamed her second release. The pain mingled with the pleasure she was bringing from her tightening muscles sent him into oblivion. His whole body shuddered and jerked into her forcefully as his seed poured deep within her in rough spurts. The feeling overtook all of his senses and consumed him entirely. He never wanted it to end.

Time wandered by as they lay entangled in a heap of glistening limbs. Neither dared make the first move to leave. Their bodies simply rose and fell with their breaths. Only when they heard the shuffling feet of the vulture-like librarian, were they brought back to their senses and to the present situation.

Hermione found her wand alone on the floor, and quickly whispered the counter charm to the vanishing spell Draco had used on their clothes.

‘Compasco!’ Nothing happened. “Do you think you could-“

“Yeah, hold on,” he replied, scrambling for his own wand. ‘Compasco!’

Still, nothing happened. It was then that he realized all his own clothes had disappeared as well.

“What spell did you use on my clothes?” he asked her, trying to hide the panic in his voice.

“I didn’t use a spell. I didn’t think one would work. Isn’t there wards against them in the library to protect the books?”

“Yeah, but in the heat of the moment I guess I over powered them. Shit! What are we going to do!?”

“You’re asking me?!” she shrieked back at him. “You’re supposed to be the smart one!”

“We’re both supposed to be the smart one! We’re Head Boy and Girl!”

“Well, Mr. Head Boy, I suggest we grab a good book and make a run for it.”

“Please tell me that was a joke.”

“You’ve got a better idea?”

He didn’t.

Luckily the library closed at 8, so they didn’t have to wait long until Madame Pince had retired to her office, effectively clearing out any straggling students on her way. They stood at the large doors, with Hogwarts, a History covering their uglies, peering down the hallway.

“This is insane!” Draco said through gritted teeth.

“Race you back to the common room,” she smirked back at him. How could she be so calm about this!

“Knock me out with that book before you go, I can pretend to be accosted by Filch. Lord knows he must have a lot of pent up sexual energy with only a cat for company.”

“That was probably the most disturbing thing I have ever heard you say. I think I might be a bad influence on you.”

“You’re definitely something on me… shit!”

“What!?”

“Peeves!”

“Shit!”

“Run!”

Dropping the books, like they were much cover anyways, they ran full out until they reached the safety of their common room. Hermione leaped on to the couch, laughing hysterically. Draco on the other hand, was overcome with emotion. If they had been caught he would have probably been expelled. All the work he had done for the past six years would have been for nothing; flushed down the toilet like Moaning Myrtle. And all Granger could do was laugh about it…

“What a rush! That was definitely a new one, even Harry and Ron never would have-“ She stopped, looking at him for the first time since their narrow escape. He was still naked, and incredibly good-looking as he glistened with sweat, but her eyes fought past the muscles to look at his face. He was angry.

“How can you just laugh like we weren’t almost expelled? Like we weren’t almost caught running through the halls of Hogwarts BUTT NAKED?”

“Because we weren’t caught, and we aren’t expelled!”

“But we would have been-“

“But we aren’t, so it doesn’t matter that we would have been!”

“Whatever Granger. Laugh all you want, I’m going to bed.” He turned on his heel, the blood pounding in his ears. She was infuriating…

“Stop right there! Look me in the eyes and tell me you didn’t enjoy that and I will never bother you to have a little fun again,” she said seriously, walking towards him and reaching out to brush his arm. He relished her touch, but his body was exhausted and unresponsive, so his mind was able to come through. He couldn’t just give up everything he had worked so hard for. One close call was enough, and maybe next time they wouldn’t be so lucky.

“I did not enjoy that. Goodnight.”

She watched him walk to his dormitory and slam the door. She felt the tears well up in her eyes and she slumped to the ground. She had thought that if she got him to break a few rules, he would open up to her more. She just wanted him to have some fun, so in turn she would have some fun. She wasn’t supposed to care. She wasn’t supposed to get jealous when he touched another woman, and she wasn’t supposed to get hurt by his dismissal of her.

Her plan had failed. She went to her room and dug the list out of her bag. Imagining it to be Draco’s head, she squashed it into a little ball and flung it across her room.

Her conquest of Draco Malfoy was over.






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Sorry, I couldn’t resist continuing. I’ve been having too much fun messing with the wonderful world of HP, please forgive me JKR! So is it all really over? I don’t know yet. Probably not though because I want them to loooovveee each other lol. Damn Hermione, she always gets my man!

Just to clarify a few things, in my little hp world, there is no like anti muggleborn drama, the heritage of the characters doesn’t really matter at all except for Pansy, because I liked the idea of her being like a fake sweet but sour little preacher’s daughter. (cmon you all know the type :)

Thank you all for your kind reviews, I definitely wouldn’t have continued this if it weren’t for you guys! So thank you thank you THANK YOUU!!!

Angel- I am so jealous! I’m embarrassed to say I haven’t had sex since me and my bf broke up like 5 months ago, just before I started writing actually. It’s been rough, especially when I would get a little tipsy and my drunk dialing problem comes out. All those ex’s numbers in my phone just scream booty call! Lol.

I’m definitely going to try to update Repercussions soon, but now I saw Pansy’s Volcano has been updated and it seems like a really popular story so I think I need to find out what all the hubbub is about and read it for myself. Then I think I can concentrate again.

Obviously I have a little bit of a problem rambling on at the end of each chapter lol. This may sound strange, but I feel like I kind of know some of you. It’s like always a lot of the same people who review all the stories and it’s like a cute little community and I just love it. WOW I am a dork! I know I know… but moving on~!

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