One Night in Hogwarts

It's a rare day I'll be in the library, and a rarer night when I'll be there instead of enjoying myself elsewhere, but this was serious. I had to make sure that whatever I did, Pansy was going to come back for more. Besides, while I was supposed to be inside the Slytherin confines by nine, the excuse of "study" was enough to get away with a bit of extra time. But getting into the Library after eight was another matter.



Luckily, it looked like I wasn't the only person with that idea that night. The door was slightly ajar, and there was a candle burning at the far end. I was able to slip through the doorway without opening it further, and slink silently down the aisle, but the bushy-haired Mudblood was so engrossed  in the tome she'd uncovered that I reckon not even a horde of rampaging trolls would have disturbed her. I got right up behind her, and peered over her shoulder at the text.



You know, I wouldn't have believed that the Hogwarts library had a copy of the ancient Clodis text "Nights of the Foxes". I still can't believe it's possible for a human – or indeed a witch – to get herself into those poses without dislocation. But the graphic and explicit instructions are worth trying.



"Hey Granger – shall we?"



She shrieked and turned around to me.



"Malfoy!"



"Don't lie. You've been thinking about it."



"You … you creep! As if I would! As if..."



She was trying to turn back and close the book, so I took both her hands, and held them behind her, bending her down over the desk with her face right next to the "Fox Greets the Morning Sun" pose. She struggled, of course, but years of Quidditch practice have toughened me up quite a bit. I leaned to her ear, and whispered gently.



"You know you want to, Granger. You know you've been looking at those pictures for at least an hour. I can tell – by the smell of your desire, by the shortness of the candle, and by the breathless way you're struggling there. You want this." And I licked her ear, then gently bit it. "Just think, Granger. Have you thought about what it would be like, to be taken like this?"



I held her hands with my right, then used the fingers of my other hand to slide up her leg, on the inside, lifting her skirt until it was resting over her waistline and nicely out of the way. She wiggled some more, and started threatening to scream, so I summoned the curtain tie that had fallen down near the window and used it to make sure her hands would stay out of the way. It didn't take more than a couple of tugs to pull her soft underpants down to her ankles, despite the struggles she made.



I think at this point she probably did mean to scream, but a pair of underpants stuffed in your mouth can really muffle those noises. I kicked apart her legs, and there she was. Hermione Granger, helpless, bound in front of me and face first on a particularly pornographic book that surely must have come from the Restricted Section. I dropped my own trousers, and stood behind her, then pulled her torso up so that she had a clear view of the pictures (and, co-incidentally, pulled her buttocks against my hard cock, which felt marvellous).



"Do you see, Granger, in this picture how the girl is pushed against a table? You'd almost think it was the same situation as we have here. And if I turn back a few pages you'll see how easy it is for the man to slide his cock inside her. Any. Way. He. Wants."



She wriggled a bit at this, and I moved my hands around to her breasts and gave the nipples a small but painful pinch. This had the lovely effect of driving her back against me, and I almost came at the friction between her arse cheeks and my cock, but I wasn't going to let her get away cheaply. My lips were beside her left ear as I hissed into them.



"Oh, you might be wondering how I know this. My father has a copy, and he's made sure I've been able to study it intently. Mind you, I've never really needed it until tonight." I didn't mention that it wasn't for her benefit I had sought this out. "But as you're such an advanced student, I don't think we should start at the beginning." I bit her ear, and she bucked against me. "Of course, it also depends how far you got in your own education."



At this, I pushed her face first onto the book again and then put my nose next to her hands. As I thought.



"Oh, what a naughty student you've been, Granger. You were frigging yourself while you read." She moaned, and wriggled – in denial, I have no doubt, but the scent of her cunt on her fingers gave the lie to her muffled protests. I licked her back where her hands squirmed, then continued licking down her back to her crack.



The scent of her wet pussy came to me, and I allowed my tongue to work its way past her little arsehole (with a quick wriggle there to show her I considered all things necessary) and her tight little cunt down to the semi-aroused clit that showed so perfectly while she was in this position. It was getting harder to hold her down from this angle, so a quick Incarcerous bound her torso to the table, and had the added advantage of tying her ankles to the table legs at the same time. Her muffled protests were getting louder (though still impossible to hear more than a few feet away), so I bent once more to her ear, my hands now busy on her nether regions.



"Oh quit your moaning, Mudblood. This gives me the chance to finish off what you started. And you'll enjoy it – I promise. After all, I have to practice, and what's the point in practising technique if you don't perfect it?"



At this, my left hand was around the front of her, slipping between her lower lips and gently circling around her clit, but not quite on it. Meanwhile, my right hand started slowly sliding down her crack from the back, circling the little rosebud, then slipping down to the cunt, then back up to the arsehole.



It wasn't more than a minute before her moans of protest changed to moans of something else, and her hips started to circle in a vain effort to move my left hand's movement to something more stimulating.



So I stopped.



She groaned, quite obviously in disappointment.



"You want me to continue?"



A groan, clearly of agreement.



"To the end? Until you come, moaning and screaming into your gag?"



A slight hesitation, then a nod of her head and muffled noise that was unmistakeably yes.



My left hand was happy to oblige, circling that clit and now finally coming closer to the centre. My poor neglected cock, still being rubbed up and down those buttocks, was getting a little rubbed, so a quick wandless accio (I'd been practicing that – it could come in useful) brought over a vial of oil that had been used to lubricate the hinges on the bookshelf doors – and which answered the question of why the "Naughty" bookcase had been left open. Clumsy Madam Pince. A decent squirt of the oil, and my cock could slide up and down with ease between the pert little globes.



Then I adjusted the angle so it was sliding along the crack, rubbing against the entrance to her cunt as I gave her clit more and more attention. She was rubbing back onto me, filthy Mudblood, the pleasure in her rising as she tried to get more and more pressure onto her clit, so I let my cock slip into the entrance of her cunt and gently press the walls apart as it attempted to slide further in. It was obviously hurting her a little, 'cause she bucked at the sensation, but moving away from my cock let my fingers slide off her clit, and her body hunted back towards it, seeking the sensation that little nub desperately wanted. I slipped my own fingers a bit further back, so that each time she rubbed towards them she was impaling herself further onto my cock, until the wonderful moment when I let the bonds around her torso loose and pushed my fingers hard onto her clit, sending her back so hard onto my cock that her hymen broke and I was fully enclosed.



She screamed.



Luckily the gag was still in place, and she was muffled beautifully. Her eyes were closed, and a tear leaked out of one, but I kept up the slipping, sliding, steady pressure on her clit and within seconds she was pushing back again and coming, until her torso bent forwards again and she shuddered repeatedly in response to my fingers, her tight little cunt spasming against my cock until I lost it myself and plunged hard into her once, twice, then I came.



I could hear her fighting for breath through her nose, so I reached up, ran my juice-covered fingers under her nose then took the underpants out of her mouth. She lay there panting a minute longer, giving me time to slide out of her and use her underpants to clean up the oil and blood and juices from my groin (oh it felt really good just cleaning myself), then I released her from the rest of her bonds. She groaned as she pushed herself up from the table, careful still to avoid any damage to the manuscript that had so inspired her, then she turned and looked straight at me.



"Bastard."



"Mudblood."



"Debaucher. Don't you ever touch me again!"



"Whore. I'll be here at the same time tomorrow night. Be here, or I tell the whole Slytherin common room that you enjoyed it."



She looked shaken at this, and grabbed at her underpants, but I held onto them and turned and walked out of that library, leaving her silent behind me. After all, I had an appointment to keep.