Sometimes It's Good to be Bad

Chapter 29 Stripping in the Bathroom

When Hermione entered her common room the Slytherins were all still there, smirking at her. She gave the group a warm smile and went up to her room. She screamed as an arm slid itself across her waist as a hand covered her mouth. Elbowing her assailant in the gut, they let loose their grip and fell to the wall. Whirling around, she saw Draco Malfoy gasping for breath.

"Malfoy! What the hell are you doing in my room?"

"Trying... to ... surprise... you," he panted out.

She rolled her eyes. "Well, you succeeded." She held out her arm and he let her help him up. "So, what were you trying to surprise me with," although she was pretty sure she already knew the answer.

"Me." He gave her his sexiest smirk and moved closer to her, weaving his arm back around her waist.

She leaned into him, gently catching his lower lip in her teeth. "Mmmm, sounds nice." She let him pull her flush against him and into a proper kiss before she moved away slightly. "But, I have stuff to do, so if you can wait an hour or two...." She let the sentance trail off in a questioning tone.

"What could you possibly have to do that is more important than me?" he demanded.

"I have to finish stripping the bathroom of its wards so I can replace them tomorow."

"You need to strip for me in the bathroom? Well, if you insist."

"Malfoy."

He looked down at her, startled. He had heard her voice take on many characteristics that her beloved trio could never imagine were possible, but the edge she had said his name with was new. "Okay, okay. But can I watch?"

"Only if you are completely quiet. I need as few distractions as possible." He nodded and followed her into the bathroom. She pointed him to sit in the tub and she went onto the floor indian style, putting strong locking charms on the two doors. He was entranced with her the entire hour and a quarter it took her to finish. He had never seen someone sense and seek out certain magics. He had realized she was powerful over the previous years, but like everyone else figured it was more of a book knowledge that she wouldn't be albe to put into practical use, as books generally don't tell you that part.

Five minutes or so after she had finished, she was still sitting there, meditating to regain some of the power she had exerted when a female moan came from the Head Boy's room. Quickly, Hermione put a silencing spell on the wall.

"So, Blaise finally got himself a girlfriend?"

"Nope. Just a fuck buddy. Which reminds me.... why did you say you came here tonight?" She was trying to change the subject, as she had no intention of telling him that the person his friend was sleeping with in the next room was his girlfriend.

A sly smile crossed his face as her took her hand and started to go back to her room, only to find they were locked in. She took down the spells from both doors and they went back into her room. She relocked the door and put up a silencing spell. "I do believe you said you were going to strip for me..."

She arched one eyebrow at him and pushed him onto her bed. She then levitated a chair to the center of the room and transfigured it into a pole. Malfoy looked from her to the pole, confused. He had absolutely no idea that the words "stripper" and "pole" go together hand in hand. Next she transfigured her clothes into her school uniform. With a wave of her hand, muggle music was playing out of the thin air.

"What's all this? And what is this music?" he asked, his jaw dropping as he listened to the lyrics of The Whisper Song (remix) by the Ying Yang Twins. She smiled at him coyly and moved over to the pole. When she started grinding with the pole, dancing around it like it was her job he was immediately hard. Eventually she started to slowly remove her clothes, moving her hips to the rythm. Then she started to touch herself over her knickers and bra, he thought he was going to explode just from watching.

Seeing this, she took off her remaining garments and sauntered over to him. When she started to undress him just as slowly as she had undressed herself, he smacked her hands away and in a flash he had removed his clothes. "What the hell was that?" he whispered into her ear, biting on the lobe.

"Pole dancing is muggle art form, though often looked down upon," she answered before stopping any chance of him speaking again by putting her tongue into his open mouth. She was sitting on his lap, his hard penis between their stomachs. He moved his weight forward, causing her to fall from his lap onto the carpeted floor, leaving a slight rugburn on her back.

Before she had time to protest, in one swift motion he was not only off the bed, but inside her, pounding her into the floor. She reached up and pulled him down closer to her, drawing blood with her nails across his back. He growled at her before moving even lower, catching her neck with his mouth, determined to leave a bruise that would take days to heal. She gasped as his tongue raked over her throat. Soon she was screaming out her orgasm, with him shortly following.

After a minute or so, he picked his head off of her chest and started to suck and nip at her breasts. She arched up to meet him, her hand now entwined in his hair, keeping him in place. She could feel him rehardening inside her and it wasn't long before he was on his back with her riding him like she trying to win the Kentucky Derby. No matter how she tried, she couldn't get him deep enough. Extracting him from her, she heard a groan at the loss of her warmth. She turned around so her back was facing him and settled herself back on his member.

She started moving back and forth, with him meeting her every thrust. Soon she leaned back, then forward until she found the exact position she wanted and she started to impale herself on him over and over again. This time when she came it was in a violent haze and she barely acknowledged that he had come inside her as well.

Getting off him, she helped him to his feet and they went over to the bed and laid there after she scourgified them. Soon she decided that she had to use the toilet. When she got to the door and took off her locking charm she found that another one had been put up from the other side. She knocked on the door. When there was no answer she knocked again.

"Perhaps Blaise is a bit indisposed at the moment." Malfoy offered.

"I don't care how indisposed he is, I need to pee." She took her wand out and lowered the silencing charm that had also been out up to be greeted with the Head Boy's groans. "Zabini!" she shouted through the door.

"Go away mudblood, I'm busy."

"That's nice and all, but I have to use the bathroom. And I will be coming in there whether you stay where you are or go to your room."

"Like I said, go away."

She shook her head and looked over to her bed. "Malfoy, I'm incredibly sorry for what you are about to see." With that she took down the locking spells and opened the door.

Zabini was leaning against the sink, his cock thoroughly being worked over by Pansy.

"Now if you don't mind, I need to use the toilet." The two glared at her, but neither made a move to leave as Zabini reached his peak, so she pulled up the shirt she had put on as she sat on the toilet and relieved herself.

"That is so gross, mudblood," Pansy said, Zabini's cum spilling from her mouth.

"Look who's talking." Hermione responded as Malfoy barged into the room, clad in only his boxers.

"PANSY! BLAISE! WHAT THE FUCK IS GOING ON HERE?" Malfoy yelled, his cold eyes glancing from one of his friends to the other.