Same Time Next Week

“Bloody hell, Draco!” Goyle shook his head in disbelief. “You actually got away with it! You’re brilliant!”

Draco smirked proudly as he headed to the Slytherin common room, his mates trailing behind him like a couple of eager little puppy dogs.

“So, how was she?” Goyle asked, once in the common room.

Draco blew out a long breath and pushed his fringe out of his face. He tapped his wand to his throat to remove the voice masking charm he had applied. “I never thought I’d say this, but she was fucking hot.” Although the voice was his again, the words sounded so foreign.

Goyle howled. Crabbe hung his head.

“What the fuck is wrong with you?” Draco nodded toward his sulking friend.

Crabbe took a deep breath and suddenly blurted out, “You were supposed to shag Pansy. She made us give you that dare or else she would tell the entire school that she saw Greg and I together. Now she’ll do it and my folks will find out and they’ll kill me.”

Goyle gaped at Crabbe. It took Draco a minute to absorb what he had just heard.

”Together? What exactly do you mean by that?” Draco asked quietly.

“We’re together, Draco...we’re...mates, in every sense of the word,” Crabbe exhaled with relief.

“I’m so fucking proud of you right now, Vincent,” Goyle said as he beamed at his lover.

“So, you two are queer?” Draco shook his head and shrugged, still not fully taking this in.

“Yes, mate, we are. Vincent’s been all fucking tied up in knots since last week when Pansy walked in on us.”

“She’s fucking blackmailing us!” Crabbe exclaimed.

Draco’s eyes narrowed. “Cunt!” he spat. “Nobody blackmails my boys.” He patted Crabbe thoughtfully on the back. “I’ll take care of that little whore, don’t you worry about a thing.”

“But, you’re not...you don’t hate...you’re all right with...” Crabbe stuttered.

“Stop before you hurt yourself.” Draco laughed.



Crabbe blushed.

Draco laughed again. “If I cared where my mates were dipping their dicks, I would have stopped talking to Nott and Zabini years ago. I swear it’s as though they only go for the trashy girls. Besides, I just fucked the queen of the Mudbloods and it was bloody brilliant. So who am I to judge you.”

“Holy hell,” Goyle chuckled, “she must have been good. I’ve never seen you in such a good mood....you’re downright giddy!”

Again, Draco laughed, tossing his head back this time. “I’m telling her it was me,” he thought out loud.

“No fucking way!” shouted Crabbe and Goyle in unison.

“You’ll be expelled.



“Weasley and Potter will AK you.

“Boys, are you underestimating my powers of seduction?”

The two boys looked at each other and refrained from commenting.

“She’ll know soon enough, if she doesn’t already, that it wasn’t her weasel boyfriend she was shagging. She’ll want to know who it was, it’ll drive her mad. She has to have all the answers, after all. I’ll give her a week to mull it over. By then she’ll be begging for a brilliant shag like that again, no matter who it’s with.”

Crabbe and Goyle sighed heavily.




When Hermione finally reached the portrait of the fat lady, she slipped out from under the invisibility cloak and with a tap of her wand, transfigured it to a size small enough to fit in her pocket. The Gryffindor common room was crowed with students, most were moaning about tomorrow being Monday.

She scanned the room and found Ron and Harry near the fireplace. Ron seemed annoyed and Hermione could see a rosy glow to Harry’s cheeks from where she stood.

Harry noticed her and nodded.

“My God, Hermione, where the hell where you?” Ron asked with a very unpleasant tone.

“Ron, your voice...it’s better.” Hermione didn’t even realize Ron had asked her a question.

“What are you on about? My voice is the same as it always is. Are you planning on telling me why you left me sitting in the bloody library for the past hour and a half?”

Hermione furrowed her brow. “What?” She looked at Harry for help, but he just shrugged.

“Did you or did you not send me an owl saying to meet you in the library?” Ron huffed; his arms were crossed in front of his chest. “I sat there waiting so long that I fell asleep. Madam Pince kicked me out because I was snoring so loud.” He rolled his eyes. “I looked everywhere for you. I was even going to check the dungeons, but I ran into Harry on his way up and he said we should wait here.”

Ron turned to Harry. “By the way, you never told me what you were doing down there.”

“I was with Snape,” Harry said a bit sheepishly.

“You sure are spending a lot of time with him.” Ron eyed his mate curiously.

“Er...that’s because of my Legilimency lessons.” Harry rolled his eyes. ”It’s not like I enjoy spending so much time with the nasty bastard.”

“Yeah, I’m sorry, mate. That really must be horrid,” Ron nodded sympathetically, then turned back to Hermione.

“So, care to explain where you’ve been?”

Hermione was very confused. Random thoughts raced through her mind. I didn’t send Ron an owl. I should have noticed how out of character he was acting...and his voice...oh my God...what the hell just happened....who did I just.....

“I was actually down in the dungeons, Ron. Sorry about that,” she said quickly.

“What were you doing down there?”

Hermione glanced at Harry again. Her heart threatened to leap from her chest. She was so nervous. She was never good at lying. “A bunch of fourth year Slytherins were starting trouble with two Hufflepuff girls. I went down there to speak to them,” she blurted out, praying that he would buy it.

“What were their names?” Ron asked suspiciously.

“What? Their names?” Hermione faltered. Her mind seemed to be frozen.

“It was Pansy’s sister and her little gang.” Harry saved Hermione without realizing it.

“How do you know?” Ron snapped a bit.

“Snape was complaining about Veruca Parkinson being even more evil than her sister. I didn’t know what he was on about, but I guess that’s why, huh Hermione?”

Hermione could have kissed Harry. “Yes, that’s why, Harry. She’s a nasty little thing. I swear that family has acid for blood.” Her voice came out much higher than usual, she thought for sure Ron would know she was lying.

“Well, next time send an owl, all right?” Ron sighed. “I’m going up to take a shower; I’m all sweaty from running all over the castle.” He kissed Hermione on the cheek and dashed up the stairs.

She plopped down on the sofa and exhaled loudly. Harry sat as well and draped his arm across the back of the sofa behind her.

“You’re welcome,” he drawled with a smirk, one questioning eyebrow arched.

“You know you look just like Snape when you do that.” Hermione rolled her eyes. “And what do you mean I’m welcome? For what?”

“For saving your arse.”

“I don’t have any idea what you’re on about, Harry.”

Harry leaned in and whispered in Hermione’s ear, “I made that stuff up about Veruca.”

Hermione fought not to blush, but it was pointless. “Harry…”

“Save it. We’re…er…you’re lucky Ron is too thick to tell when someone’s lying.”

“Harry…” she sighed heavily.

“Just answer me one thing…is this something you would want to do again?”

“Harry…” Hermione’s vocabulary seemed to be limited to his name only.

“We don’t have to talk about it if you don’t want to, but maybe you should consider breaking things off with Ron.”

“Harry…” Again she was at a loss for words. She took a deep breath and finally was able to say, “It’s not like I planned it. I didn’t even know...”

Harry cut her off. “I know Hermione. These things just happen sometimes. You don’t even realize you’re attracted to someone and then you kiss them and it’s like you can’t remember a time when you weren’t attracted to them.”

Hermione stared at Harry for a moment, then suddenly gasped and bolted up the stairs to her room. She slammed the door and leaned up against it. Her heart was pounding.

“Oh my God…it was Harry,” she exhaled, then clapped her hand over her mouth.

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Over the next few days, Hermione tried her best to avoid both Ron and Harry at all costs. She convinced Dobby to bring her breakfast and dinner in her rooms, telling him that she had far too much studying to do to go to the Great Hall.

Dobby was more than happy to be assigned this special task for the Head Girl.

When she saw Ron in class, she told him one lie after the next…she had to study or she had a meeting or had to oversee a detention. He complained about being neglected, but knew it was a losing battle.

Harry seemed to respect the fact that she need some time to deal with things. When their eyes met in class, he would blush and look away. A tingle of magic would run down her spine and she would feel her panties dampen.

She had masturbated everyday that week; each time thinking about last Sunday in the old potions classroom.



On Sunday morning, Hermione was awoken by an owl tapping at her window. She bit her lip as she read the short note.

I need my cloak back.
I’ll trade it for your undergarments.
Meet me in the same place, same time.

Later, as she approached the abandoned classroom, thoughts were racing through her mind. She still couldn’t believe that she had shagged Harry and that he had gone to the trouble of polyjuicing into Ron to do it. She had wondered all week where he got the potion from, he certainly didn’t make it himself. She would have all her answers in just a moment. Slowly, she pushed open the door and stepped inside.

”Malfoy? What are you doing in here?” she asked with her lip curled.

“Uh, waiting for you, obviously,” he replied with a smirk.

“What? How would you know that I was coming here?”

Draco rolled his eyes and stalked toward her. “I sent you an owl, didn’t I?”

“What? You sent me an owl?” She shook her head.

Draco slid his hand out from his pocket, pulling Hermione’s panties out with it. He swung them around on his finger as she gaped at him.

“Where did you get those? Give them here...oh, you’re disgusting,” she huffed as he buried his face in her panties and inhaled deeply.

He tossed his head back with laughter. “First of all, you know damn well where I got them. Second of all, I am not disgusting. You smell perfect. I’ve been smelling them all week. Hell, I’m bloody obsessed with these panties, I’d wear them around my neck if I could.” He laughed again.

Hermione shook her head. No, no, no, no, no, no, no,she thought. I did not shag Draco Malfoy.

“How can you not believe me?” he asked as though he could read her mind. With a roll of his eyes he tapped his wand to he throat, muttered a spell, then said, “Get ready to be fucked.” He tapped his throat to remove the spell.

“Oh my God!” she exclaimed. “But why? Why would you do such a thing? You hate me.”

“Oh, I don’t know about hate,” Draco said, “and besides, liking you has nothing to do with wanting to shag you. But, it was a dare, to be honest.”

“A dare?! That’s horrible! Why would someone dare you to shag me?”

“I wasn’t dared to shag you per se, I was dared to shag the first girl who said ‘Filch’s office’.”

Hermione’s jaw dropped in disbelief.

“It was a setup by Pansy...she was going to say it to me, so I’d shag her. But that’s neither here nor there. We shagged and it was bloody brilliant and you know it was. You know you’ve been thinking about it all week and you know you want to shag me again right now.”

“You have got to be kidding me. I am not going to shag you, Malfoy.”

Draco aimed his wand at the door, shutting and locking it with a whispered charm. “You damn well are, Granger. Try as hard as I might to get you out of my mind, I have failed. So, I’ve decided to give in. I want you and I always get what I want.”

“Not this time, I’m leaving right now.”

Hermione took out her wand to cast an unlocking charm, but before she knew it, Draco had shouted, “Expelliarmus,” summoning her wand out of her hand and into his.

She spun around and stomped her foot. “You give me back my wand and let me out of here this instant, Draco Malfoy!”

“I’m not letting you out.” Draco pushed Hermione up against the back of the door and pressed his body against hers.

Her heart was pounding and although she would have liked to deny it, she was already quite aroused.

“I know you want me. I can smell how wet you are. I bet you taste incredible.” Draco reached his hand under Hermione’s skirt and slipped his fingers inside her panties.

Hermione gasped, but didn’t stop him.

He slid them between her folds for just a second, then pulled his hand out and stuck his fingers in his mouth.

Hermione gasped again. He moaned and closed his eyes.

“Oh fuck, you’re delicious. I want to eat you right now.”

She opened her mouth to protest, but all that came out was a quivering sigh.

Draco pressed his crotch against her hip to let her know how hard he was. He squeezed her breast through her jumper. “I’m going to fuck you with my tongue. You’re going to stand there like a good little girl and enjoy yourself. Forget all about who we are...in this room, we are here to please each other and nothing more.”

Hermione bit her lip and nodded ever so slightly.

Draco dropped to his knees and pulled her panties off. He winked as he stuffed them into his pocket, then he summoned a chair next to them. He lifted one of Hermione’s legs, setting her foot on the chair.

“Trust me, you’re going to love this,” he said as he ducked his head under her skirt.

The moment his tongue touched her clit, she gave up any ideas she had of leaving. He was quite talented and this was something that Ron almost never did to her. Draco lapped at her vagina a few times, then spread her open with one hand and dipped his tongue inside of her.

“Oh God...yes,” she exclaimed and bunched up her skirt so she could watch him. He indeed, fucked her with his tongue, pushing in and out as he fondled her clit with his thumb. She leaned her head back against the door and rolled it from side to side. It was all over when he brought a finger back to her rear entrance and slipped it inside ever so slightly.

“Oh God...Draco...oh God...yes...ohmygodohmygodohmygod.” It was the best orgasm Hermione had ever had.

She reached down and pulled him to his feet. “Take off your trousers and sit,” she ordered.

He didn’t need to be told twice. He very quickly shed his clothing and sat in the chair as told.

Hermione stared at him for a few moments. After all, it was Ron’s body that she had seen here last week. Draco was very fit and his penis was decidedly larger than Ron’s...well not longer, but definitely wider, she thought.

“Touch yourself,” she whispered.

Draco grinned and wrapped his hand around his aching erection. He groaned and tilted his head to the side. “You like this? You like to watch me stroking my cock, do you?”

“Mmmhmm. You’re quite lovely...your skin is so smooth and pale, it’s like cream,” she panted, then stepped out of her skirt and lifted her jumper over her head.

“Oh fuck, you’re gorgeous,” Draco moaned. “Come here and sit on my lap.”

Hermione bit her lip and slowly walked toward Draco. She tossed her hair back as she straddled him in the chair. He let go of his prick to take her breasts in his hands, pinching and pulling at her nipples.



She lowered herself slowly down, engulfing his cock with her wet pussy.

They both let out simultaneous moans.

“Angels of Mercy, it’s heaven in there.”

Hermione moved her hips very slowly at first, relishing in the pleasure. She couldn’t seem to take her eyes off of Draco’s cock. She watched it disappear deep inside of her, then slowly, she lifted up almost coming off it all together but not quite. He was slick with her fluids and the sight was entrancing her.

“Fuck that looks good, no?” Draco moaned.

“Mmmhmm.”

“You like to see my cock slipping into you? It’s much better this time, isn’t it?”

“It certainly looks better this time,” she said before she could stop herself.

“I could get used to this, Granger.”

“Mmmhmm,” she moaned and then threw her arms around his shoulders and picked up the pace. She bucked her hips forward and back, riding him wildly.

She captured his mouth and shoved her tongue in. She almost pulled back when tasting herself on his lips, but his tongue felt far too good in her mouth. Their kisses were wild and hungry. He bit her lip, she nipped his in return. They flicked their tongues against each other, then sealed their mouths together again.

Draco broke the kiss to catch his breath, then clamped his mouth down on the side of Hermione’s neck. She did the same to him on the opposite side. They both let out muffled moans as they sucked; each branding the other with a mark to remember the moment.

Draco grabbed onto Hermione’s hips and dug his fingers into her skin. “Fuck me Granger,” he growled. “Ride me faster!”

She panted, and licked her lips which had gone dry from her heavy breathing. “I want to hear you scream when I make you come,” she said to him just as he had to her the previous week.

“Fuck Granger...you’re so fucking hot!”

“Hermione...say Hermione.”

He pulled her hips forward and pushed them back with such force. “Oh God, Hermione...oh fuck...oh yeah...oh God...HERMIONE...UHHHH YEAH!” He howled as he filled her with his warm release.

She quickened her pace and, seconds later, threw her head back and shouted, “Draco...I’m going to come!”

She collapsed down against his body. He wrapped his arms around her and held her tightly. For quite a while they stayed like that, in a silent embrace. The only sound to be heard was the soft thumping of their hearts beating in unison and the whispers of their breath returning to normal.

When she finally stood, she got dressed quickly. She felt if she didn’t leave in the next minute she would stay there all day and she wasn’t ready for that. He sat in the chair and watched her, not ready to go yet himself.

She understood...as did he...it was unspoken, but they both seemed to know what the other needed.

With a soft kiss to his luscious lips, she sighed contentedly and said, “Same time next week?”

He simply smiled and nodded and gazed at her until the door shut behind her.




Hermione walked on air through the dungeons of Hogwarts. The situation was too bizarre and yet too perfect to be real. Harry’s words suddenly came to her mind. ‘These things just happen sometimes. You don’t even realize you’re attracted to someone and then you kiss them and it’s like you can’t remember a time when you weren’t attracted to them.’ She giggled out loud. That was exactly how she felt.

“Bloody hell, watch where you’re going,” snapped Harry as Hermione walked straight into him. She hadn’t even seen him coming out of Snape’s office.

She quickly apologized and smoothed down her jumper. Harry looked at her very curiously. Then she looked at him. His shirt was on inside out. Her eyes went wide and she opened her mouth to comment when Snape’s deep voice came from inside his office.

“Mr. Potter, same time next week.”


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