Don't Judge A Book By Its Cover

Pansy didn't do any justice. She was still under him, shrieking every once in a while, but he felt like he was fucking a broom, unresponsive and stiff. Although in this case, Pansy didn't give him splinters. But it just didn't do anything, for as soon he entered her cunt he grew limp and gritted his teeth trying to get another hard-on. Then he thought of Granger getting penetrated and his dick was the broomstick.

It deflated when he saw Weasels face was one going inside her, so, he imagined himself. Hard and ready, making her beg for him, over and over again. ' Malfoy, please, oh, God, I'm going to cum,' and then he would make her cum, make her tighten her cunt around his above-average dick and ride him like a horse.

He managed to pull out of Pansy on time, and came all over her naked chest (as soon as he entered her room he stripped her and himself), her boobs weren't anything compared to Granger's- hers were plump and the nipples was a dusty pink, ready to be suckled and cummed on. Pansy's looked like little grapes sticking out.

Malfoy rolled off her and landed swiftly back on his feet. 'Thanks, Pansy. I got to tell you, your pussy is becoming less tight every time I'm in you. '

She snuffed indignantly, and he pulled up his pants and walked away. Where to? He had no idea, maybe now that he was sated he could just lie down and sleep. But the image of Granger stilled in his mind and he decided for one guilty moment to cherish it.

When he got to his room, he saw Blaise and the girl from before asleep. Thank Merlin, he didn't have to hear them moaning and fucking. At least Blaise wanted to be around the girl he was fucking, while he was all alone with the mental image of Granger's tits in his mind. Oh... what he wouldn't give to just pinch one.

He shook himself. He was a Malfoy, Malfoy's didn't picture such things- especially about good-for-nothing Mudbloods. Then he frowned. Yea, he had to sleep on it. He lied down on his bed, pulled the covers around him and fell into consciousness.

The next morning, was unfortunately a Friday. So, he had classes to attend it, and the majority of them were with Gryffindor's and although he liked making fun of all the dorks in that house, he wasn't looking forward to seeing Granger. He headed down to the Great Hall, and sat at the end of the table- away from everyone so that he could think, but close enough so that he could hear their daily rumors of someone or another.

A creaking sound was heard and he immediately looked up. Seeing Granger- prime and innocent in her uniform made his nostrils flare and his heart fluttering. Merlin, she looked so different, like she didn't spend the night getting shagged by her best friend, who by the looks of it was acting as normal as he ever was. Stupid and a Weasel. Nothing has changed, except for the fact that Granger was no longer a prude that he once thought she was. She looked ripe for the picking and sexy, and unbelievably forbidden.

Malfoy smiled. Maybe he could with the idea of having just a little taste of her. Maybe he could just... He was knocked out of his thoughts when a hand slapped him in the shoulder. He looked up and saw his friend Blaise,grinning like an idiot. 'Hey Draco,' he said and sat down.

'Blaise,' he muttered back and served himself some food for himself, ' How was last night, with that girl?'

'Oh, Draco, you have no idea,' he was still grinning like an idiot, and Malfoy just sighed and continued to look at Granger, who was murmuring something in Weasel's ear. Huh, how come he never noticed them doing that before. And by the look of Weasel's red face it wasn't about school.

As if sensing eyes on her, Granger looked up and directly at Malfoy. She 'hummped' and went back to Weasel who looked like he was humping something. Malfoy immediately closed his eyes and shook with disgust. Repulsive to see that sight.

He bent down and looked under the table 'claiming that he dropped his fork' and saw with his own eyes that Granger was giving him a hand job. His eyes bugged out and he thought he would choke on his own saliva, for she was doing while smiling at something that Potter said- who was sitting across from them. No one else looked horrified at the sight of there Prefect giving someone a hand job. This was utterly ridiculous. Why wasn't he getting serviced under the damn table? Then a thought of Granger's petite hand and his swollen dick came to mind and he groaned earning looks from his fellow Slytherins.

'Something wrong, Draco?' Blaise asked, making eye contact with the girl he fucked the night before. Malfoy rolled his eyes and muttered 'No,' and reluctantly got up and made his way to Double Potions with the dorks.

Ugh, maybe he needed to get laid again. He felt like he was going to burst out of his pants if he wasn't in something tight soon. Walking past a broom closest, a plan came to mind and he chuckled to himself for being so evil and conniving.

A girl was walking through the hallway when she was pulled inside a closet and a hand closed around her mouth. She muffled a scream and sank reassuringly when she found out she was about to be plummeted by none other then Draco Malfoy.

Today was her lucky day.

Hermione was livid. That stupid ferret caught her giving Ron, well, 'something.' Merlin, she was so embarrassed, and yet she wanted to pound in his face for being so nosy. She marched down the corridor and looked in every crook and cranny trying to find that sniveling snake and his vicious ways, and it was proving very difficult since no one was in the damn castle. How was that possible when it was a weekday and it was lunch?

'Have you seen Malfoy?' she asked a 1st year Slytherin.

Of course the Slytherin snickered and sauntered away. She gritted her teeth and tightened her hand around her wand, wanting to blast something and anything away. But poor little Hermione had to control herself otherwise others might wonder if she wasn't anything but what she said she was. Prime and proper. Simple.

'Have you seen Malfoy? I swear to Merlin, answer me or I'll blast you into the bloody Forbidden forest,' she questioned another passing Slytherin, and this one had the decency to shake like he should.

'Yes, he went into that closet down there a while a go, but he hasn't come out yet,' he ran away and she smiled. Finally some answers.

It would make more sense for her to go to the Slytherin Common Room, but to go all the way over there and to surround herself with those vile little cockroaches. She shuddered just thinking about it. Then her anger came back full blast when she thought of Malfoy being one of those cockroaches. She saw him while giving Ron a hand job, she saw him look under the table and witness there act of.. of... intimacy.

She didn't like that very much, especially seeing that ferret smirk. That pushed the line, and he didn't even show up for class. She had to wait to get out, tell Ron and Harry that she had to get some homework done and went off to find the little bugger, only to have no one see him. She had asked 10 people before she found one Slytherin.

She approached the door and heard nothing when she pressed her ear towards it. Huh, that was strange. Why would that kid tell her he was in there, when he wasn't. She decided to check for herself. Although it was a broom closet, people would think the size of a person, it was actually magically enhanced to fit all the brooms in Hogwarts. So it was probably the size of a small classroom.

Holding the knob, she slowly turned it, not wanting to alert the person on the other side, even if it was Malfoy. He would probably hex her before she got it all the way open. So, she aimed for cautious. She held her wand and peeked through only to see...Malfoy on the floor. She opened the door wider, and since it was cloudy outside, the corridor was only brightened by the flamed candles along the way. It barely illuminated the small room.

Another person went over to Malfoy, she was naked and she sank down on top of him. Oh, they were shagging. Merlin, she walked on them shagging. She immediately closed her eyes and aimed her body towards the exit, but heard the faint whisper of her name being called. She looked around and saw Malfoy and the girl still going at it, there moaning getting louder and louder.

'Hermione!' someone growled. She looked again. No one.

'Oh, God, Granger,' That could mean only one thing, her eyes snapped back to the scene in front of her in time to see Malfoy clutching the sides of the girl and arching into her, repeating 'Granger,' over and over.

Hermione quickly fled. Having no idea what to do, or where to go.

Hey guys, i'm back again, with a new story. I know i'm being a pain, I started a new one while I have 5 more that need to be done, but that's what you get for having an imagination. I apologize profusely and hope to God you'll forgive me. I hope you guys like this story. But to tell you guys the truth, I had a BIG time writer's block, a huge one, and plus I started college, so I was busy learning and such. But i'm back and I will finish those other stories. Just tell me you're still my fans.

And oh, GUESS WHAT? I just found out- i'm very late, I know. But Tom Felton- the Draco Malfoy- the only other guy other then my boyfriend that I would -hummhphhphp- is taken. Ugh, my heart broke, but I will survive.

Msg me guys and tell me your opinions. I don't want to be the only one heart broken

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