Something That Shouldn't Be

Draco sat in the Heads Compartment alone. He had pushed away the mudblood and sat alone, bored. Instantly he regretted thinking that as he heard the compartment door open and got his hearing attacked as Pansy walked through the door and screamed “Draco!!” as loud as she could. She pounced on him as if he was a mouse and she a cat. She tried to lather him in tiny kisses, disgusting him at the same time. “Pansy, what in the bloody hell are you doing here?!”

“Oh Drakie, it’s fabulous. I got prefect! Now we can be together every waking moment! Especially since you’re head boy! We can fuck in your dorm now. All the time!”
All Draco could do was cringe. ‘Sure, she’s a great fuck, but that’s only because she’s fucked practically every guy in Hogwarts, aside from Scarhead and Weasel.’ He thought to himself. ‘The last thing I want is to be stuck with her every second. I shouldn’t have fought with Granger; she could have saved me from this torment.’

“Now Pansy, as, erm, wonderful as that sounds, I don’t think it would be possible to be together every second. We have different classes and as Head Boy I have certain responsibilities.” He stated.
“Oh but Draco, that’s the best part! I talked to Daddy and he made sure we have EVERY class together. So we’ll never be apart. Your dad would be so happy!” Pansy said excitedly.

Lucius Malfoy had been planning for Draco and Pansy to be married ever since his birth. This was more of a burden than a blessing. Draco could not stand Pansy for even a few minutes. God forbid he was destined to live with her forever. She’s very cunning when she wants to be but classes together are a bit much. Thank god he didn’t have to deal with this any longer, as Harry and Hermione walked through the door.
“What’s scarhead doing here? You know Granger, just because you two are fuck buddies doesn’t mean he’s welcomed here.” Draco spat bitterly.
“For your information Malfoy, I’m a prefect,” Harry stated simply. “And Hermione and I aren’t fuck buddies. However you’re one to talk. What’s Parkinson doing here?”
“I’m a prefect as well Scarhead, but mind your own business!” Pansy said as she began to climb on Draco and lick and nip at his earlobe.

Hermione couldn’t help but stare. She heard the whole conversation, but she couldn’t tear her eyes away from Pansy’s very public affection. She was transfixed. She wanted someone to do that to her one day. Or even to do that to someone else. Maybe Draco was right, maybe she would never have a sex life. She was passionless. As she raised her eyes towards Draco’s face, she caught him staring back at her. Warmth suddenly crept all over her body and her cheeks flushed instantly. Draco grinned instantly and began to lean into Pansy’s ministrations. He’d definitely enjoy this year. The way Granger looked at him, definitely left potential. She’d finally managed to compose herself and pulled Harry to sit down with her. Hermione made it a point to avoid looking at the bleached ferret for the rest of the trip. They weren’t alone for very long thank god, when the other prefects began to gather in. Neville had been named prefect as well, and as soon as he walked through the door he instantly saw Hermione and Harry and joined them on the bench.

Blaise Zambini walked through the door as well. He saw Draco being attacked by Pansy and decided to save Draco from the torment.
“Hey Draco, getting into exhibitionism I see.” Blaise asked jokingly. Deciding things were getting far too uncomfortable, Draco pried Pansy off of him and forced her to sit down. This gained a very unpleasant whine from Pansy.
“You know I’ve always been the one willing to try new things Blaise. What brings you here? Score prefect?” Draco asked, finally free.
“Pretty much Drakie!” Blaise said jokingly.
“Hey Blaise! That’s my nickname for him! Make your own up.” Pansy yelled.

Hermione watched the scene that played out in front of her. She had no idea that Draco didn’t care for Pansy that much. ‘He seems so uninterested in her. Especially with her sexual repertoire, I thought that’s what attracted him to her in the first place.’ She thought to herself. This time it was her eyes meeting with Blaise’s that snapped her out of her daze. She quickly went back to listening to the quidditch discussion with Harry and Neville, even though she had no desire to learn about the many different flying techniques that they could come up with. She absolutely despised flying.

Blaise was surprised when he noticed Granger looking at him. She was probably noticing the humorous conversation between Draco, Pansy and himself. It was their 7th year, and while most of the students grew into their own at least a year ago, if not more, Hermione was finally becoming the woman she would be. Draco would kill him for thinking this, but he could definitely see himself having a romp with the girl. She was far from undesirable. Her hair was still massive, but it had drastically calmed down and shaped her face nicely. She had doe brown eyes that he could definitely see himself staring into for hours on end. While her uniform was baggy, he could just make out the soft curves of her body hidden underneath. She’d probably be having loads of boyfriends if her little boy toy idiots didn’t scare them off. It would help if she got her nose out of books too. Even Draco was able to have an active sex life and still have great grades. He was almost as good as Granger, though he’d never say Granger was better, Draco would surely kick his ass and he was hardly in the mood to face Draco’s jealous wrath.

Blaise leaned towards Draco’s ear and stated amusingly, “So Draco, your favorite mudblood seems to have grown up in the last year or two. I would definitely not mind her being under me for a few hours. Or maybe on top, she’s pretty feisty; I wouldn’t be surprised if she became dominant in both the classroom and in bed.”
“Have you really become that desperate for a fuck Blaise? I mean honestly, Pansy’s a whore, take her, don’t lower yourself to the mudblood.” Draco said angrily. He couldn’t explain it, but when Blaise mentioned the thought of Granger underneath him, he couldn’t help but be filled with extreme jealousy. He had no idea where it came from, but he didn’t like it one bit.

“No Draco, Pansy’s all yours. And if you think about it, I’m pretty sure she’s untainted. While Potter and Weasley are obsessed with her, they’re both too much of a pussy to try anything sexual with her. I don’t think they even view her as sexual. They’re morons. She’s probably not on their radar. This means she’s as virginal as they come, and it’s been a while since I’ve had a virgin come. With all the girls you’ve had, there are no virgins left practically. And the ones that are, no one wants to do. You have to admit, fucking Granger would be an experience. If she’s as dedicated as she is to her studies, Merlin knows how good she could be when it comes to something important, like fucking.” Blaise couldn’t help himself; he knew that there was something more to the whole Draco/Hermione infamous hatred. He knew mentioning something as private as sex with Granger would most certainly get Draco going. And that it did, it seemed he pushed all the right buttons as Draco soon had Blaise hard up against the wall with his hand at his throat.

“Don’t say shit like that again. I DO NOT want to picture you cock deep inside Granger. That’s disgusting and perverted and wrong.” Draco was absolutely furious.
‘How dare Blaise have the audacity to openly state he wanted to fuck Granger. I mean, come on, look at her. She’s a mousey know it all. If anyone should be teaching her a lesson in sex it should be me. I’m the one that riles her up and gets her so angry that she literally turns red.’ Draco thought to himself while he still had Blaise pinned to the wall. The room instantly became quiet as everyone stared to look at the scene between the two, including a very embarrassed Hermione Granger and a very angry Harry Potter. With everyone staring at him, Draco let go of Blaise and mentally shook his head. He couldn’t believe he said that HE should be the one to deflower the Gryffindor Princess. What was wrong with him? Blaise must have fucked with his head, because he couldn’t believe he was thinking such horrid thoughts.

As horrid as they were, the sight of know it all Granger under him glinted in sweat and pleasure written on her face while she moaned his name was an image he never wanted to lose. It was so hot he could even feel himself getting hard. To quickly prevent the embarrassment of getting caught with a hard on, he pictured Snape prancing around the Great Hall in a tutu. Good, the image was gone, but he knew it would stay with him forever, and probably return in his dreams. At least then he would be prepared and be able to take care of that problem.

**sorry it took so long to post. I fell asleep the other night. Here's the chapter and I'll add the second part later. Sex is soon to come, so no worries, I love it just as much as you do. I may or may not go somewhere with Harry and Blaise, but I'm primarily a Hermione/Draco shipper.

My boyfriend wanted to add this line to the story. I didn't seem to find it to be relevant context, but I saved the line for you guys for your amusement. It was written at the end of the last sentence. Enjoy! And thanks to all who have been reviewing. I appreciate it. Nothing makes a story more great than those who review it :)

Anyway, the infamous line: "He then took off his pants and put his penis in a light socket." =^.^=