Saving Miss Granger (Small Edit)

Chapter 3 ~ Next!

When Draco entered the bedroom, he found Firenze standing over the bed looking down at Hermione with rather heated eyes. The witch was looking up at him.

“Can’t you stay, Firenze?” Hermione asked, reaching out for the centaur, who shook his head.

“My tongue is numb, witch,” he said, smiling at her, “Perhaps if you do not recover, I will come back for another round with you after I do recover.”

Draco scowled at Hermione asking the centaur to stay. Firenze looked over at him, then back at Hermione and hesitated a moment. Then he said to the witch in a very low voice, “I must admit, Spells Mistress, that for the first time in my life I wished I had the lower half of a man. You have the potential to be quite addictive, human though you are.”

After Firenze went to work on Hermione, the witch begged him to kiss her, and the wizard did as she requested. He found her responses to his ministrations quite arousing, and spent quite a while kissing and licking her body, Hermione arching, caressing him and sighing his name as he did so. As a centaur Firenze never experienced lying atop a female, and although he wasn’t totally on Hermione, their postition was still very heady to the centaur, and he left no part of the witch, front or back, untouched. And he did indeed wish he could fuck her like a man could.

Firenze continued to look down at the witch, and her light was beginning to dim.

“All right, Firenze...you’ve had your turn with the witch. Out! Let a man handle her now,” Draco said with a sneer, shouldering past the centaur and walking up to the bed, looking down at the writhing witch, then at the dimming light.

Firenze stood there stubbornly for a moment. Then he sighed. He was only there to help the witch...he had no claim to her. It was foolish to even think he could....but still...when she recovered...maybe he had made a good enough impression that she might want to dally with him one moonlit night. The centaur turned and walked to the bedroom door as Draco began to undo his trousers, his ice-blue eyes focused on the witch’s face. Firenze left.

Hermione looked up at him, her eyes widening in recognition.

“Draco?” she said softly. She was weakening.

“Yes. Draco. Bet you didn’t expect to see me, mudblood,” he sneered at her.

Suddenly the blue light flared brightly.

Draco’s eyes widened at this, then narrowed as he pulled down both his trousers and his silk boxers. Draco’s cock was as handsome as he was, pale, with a large pink head, resting in a nest of white-blonde hair. It was thick and about eight inches long. He climbed into the bed and moved between Hermione’s thighs on his knees, dragging her up roughly.

“So, after all these years I find out that I turn you on, witch. That you want to fuck me no matter what I’ve done and said to you. That is gratifying to know,” Draco breathed, positioning himself for entry, “You had me thinking the Malfoy charm didn’t work on you. You’re just as randy for me as the rest of them.”

Draco fairly crowed as the light flashed blindingly, just as bright as for Firenze

“Here you go, mudblood,” Draco hissed, grasping her under her buttocks and slamming into Hermione making her arch up, shriek and orgasm immediately.

“Holy shit,” the wizard groaned as Hermione clamped down on him, her hot juices flowing over his cock as if a dam had burst. The blue light was dazzling.

Outside the bedroom, Lucius was swelling up with pride at the obvious stimulation his progeny was giving the witch. He leaned a bit toward Marcus, who was scowling slightly. That young pup was certainly getting the glow.

“Draco seems to be a chip off the old cauldron,” Lucius smirked, noting the disgruntled look on the Dark Arts teacher’s face. “I had him schooled in the art of sex when he was seventeen. It appears he learned his lessons well.”

Marcus snorted and folded his arms.

That blue light was not only an indicator of Hermione’s physical condition, but...as the wizards realized, an indication of their sexual prowess. This was a little unnerving. Actually it was quite unnerving, for some. Not all. Filch could care less if he impressed anyone. He just wanted a chance to stick his knobbly cock in some young snatch. Harry wasn’t worried about his showing. He was just worried about Hermione period. Ron was feeling a bit of performance anxiety, and Hagrid...poor Hagrid looked as if he were about to go under McNair’s axe. He was very uncomfortable about having to stimulate Hermione.

Draco stared down at the climaxing witch, biting his lip as she throbbed around him.

“You’re a hot one, Granger...I’ll give you that,” he hissed, waiting for her orgasm to end.

“You’re so sexy, Draco,” Hermione moaned, her amber eyes smoldering as she looked up at the wizard. Draco was taken aback, then realized the spell made the witch tell the truth. Maybe he should have undressed fully...but he had wanted to make the witch feel cheap. Obviously, Hermione didn’t register that...she was under the spell’s influence and contact was contact.

As Hermione slowed, Draco started fucking her roughly, plunging into the witch as hard and deep as he could, all the frustration and anger he had felt toward her over the years pouring from him. He wanted her to scream, but her lust for him was too strong and she accepted his brutal stroke with only moans and sighs of pleasure. He paused to throw her legs over his shoulders so she’d be more open to him, and rammed his cock into her repeating, jerking her body, her full breasts bouncing freely. He was perspiring now, and the witch orgasmed again, hissing his name.

She felt good, but Draco had revenge on his mind. Angry, he pulled out of her.

“You’re liking this too much, witch. I’m not here to please you...but to please me,” he growled at her. “Let me try another orifice.”

Draco grabbed Hermione and roughly turned her over and brought her to her knees. Not bothering to cast a cleansing charm, he pressed his cock against her puckerhole and penetrated her with a groan. Damn she was tight.

“Not many have knocked on the backdoor, eh Granger,” he groaned, shoving his cock deeper into the witch, who sighed and moaned but still did not cry out as the wizard fucked her in the ass. Draco filled her completely, his eyes rolling up in his head with pleasure despite himself. He twisted a fist into her hair and drew her head back, his loins slapping against the witch’s buttocks furiously as he did his best to break her.

But Hermione wouldn’t break. In her condition, she loved what the blonde wizard was doing. Every stroke was a push forward to bliss and she came again, howling this time, Draco feeling her pulse underneath his stroke. It was too much for the wizard and with his own howl, he came, pulling out of the witch and covering her ass and back with his thick rich sperm.

“Arrrgh! Fuck,” he cursed as he came, furious he hadn’t made the witch fall apart. “Damn spell.”

Draco pulled out of Hermione and got out of the bed, scowling at her blackly as she lay out on her stomach. Then he had an evil thought. He walked to the head of the bed and knelt on it, grasping his deflated cock.

“Open your mouth,” he hissed at Hermione, determined to take her down one way or the other. Sucking her own shit off his cock would do nicely.

The witch was spelled but she knew Draco had not cleaned her before he stuck his cock in her ass.

“No,” she groaned, her light dimming significantly as she turned her face into the mattress.

Draco grabbed her by her hair, yanking it roughly.

“Open your fucking mouth!” he roared at her. Despite the pain Hermione wouldn’t turn. Furious Draco slapped her. The light almost went out.

“What the fuck is he doing?” Hagrid cried.

He was next.

The half-giant stood up and ran to the room, throwing the door open and shouldering his bulk through, slamming the door behind him. He took one look at Draco yanking on the witch’s hair trying to force her to suck his cock and let out a roar

“Yuh son-of-a-bitch! Get off’n her!” the half-giant bellowed, striding over to the wizard and grabbing him by the throat, dangling him several feet in the air.

“Yer supposed ta be stimulating her, not yerself yah pig!” Hagrid snarled, shaking Draco like a rat in mid-air. The wizard was starting to turn purple as he pulled ineffectively at Hagrid’s great hand.

“Arrrgh, yer not worth Azkaban,” Hagrid growled, striding toward the bedroom door, opening it and flinging Draco out into the waiting room, trousers down around his ankles, his limp cock dangling. He landed in a pile on the floor, gasping for breath. Marcus looked at his father.

“Not much of a closer is he?” the wizard smirked.

Lucius scowled at his son.

“Draco, get up and fix yourself!” he hissed at Draco, who sheepishly stood up and pulled up his boxers, then his pants...his face red as fire. He sat down sullenly next to his father, rubbing his throat. There were bruises on it.

“What happened in there?” Lucius asked him, “Why did Miss Granger’s indicator almost go out? You are supposed to be helping her.”

“I did help her. You saw how blue the light was,” Draco replied, “Then I wanted to help myself and she wouldn’t cooperate.”

Lucius scowled at him. The young wizard acting in such a manner was a disgrace to the House of Malfoy.

“Draco, we will discuss your actions when we return to the Manor,” Lucius said blackly, his gray eyes like ice. Draco swallowed. He could count on a good ass-kicking from his father. Shit. Damn mudblood.

Hagrid looked down on Hermione helplessly, then his black eyes shifted toward the indicator which was very, very dim. He gently picked the witch up, then sat down on the bed and laid her out across his lap, his eyes sad and sympathetic.

“Ah, ‘Ermione. How’d yer get yerself in such a bad way, witch?” he said to the witch who lay there looking up at him weakly. He stroked her hair and the light brightened just a bit.

“I’m too big to have sex wit yuh, and too whiskery to use my mouth...yuh’d be scratched and sore fer sure,” he said, continuing to caress her hair.

“Help me, Hagrid,” Hermione whispered, her eyes closing and her body turning pale.

Hagrid looked at his hands. His fingers were about the right size.

“I kin help you, Hermione...for a bit,” he said, extending his pinky finger and placing it between her thighs. “Just relax now. Hagrid knows whut ter do.”

He gently slid his finger into Hermione’s warmth and the witch buckled, the blue light brightening. Hagrid sighed with relief and began to stroke her carefully with his huge finger.

“It’ll be all right, “Ermione,” he said softly, his eyes glistening as he looked down on the responding witch. Despite his empathy, Hagrid felt himself responding to the tiny woman on his lap.

“Dear gods. I’m goin ter haf to find a giantess,” he breathed as his cock started hardening.

Hermione orgasmed around his finger and the giant let out a hiss as he felt her heat pour over it. Guiltily, Hagrid removed his finger and tasted her.

“Norbert’s knobbilies,” he breathed. Next thing, the giant climaxed in his trousers.

“Oh damn,” he hissed, rising and laying Hermione back in the bed.

Gingerly he walked to the bedroom door, opened it and shouldered his way out.

“Next,” he said, walking uncomfortably, the stickiness in his boxers impeding his motion.

Flitwick jumped down from the chair.

“My turn,” he squeaked, rushing into the room.

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A/N: I am at my son’s house and wrote this on wordperfect. It was hidden in his files. There’s no word count so I don’t know how long this is. I downloaded an ftp program and am going to try to upload this. It might be formatted wrong or something. But I am trying here. If it gets up satisfactorily please review.