All the Right Moves

When he got back to their common room, he found Hermione looking distressed, and furiously writing something into her journal. Draco smirked; he figured it was about him.

He decided to interrupt her by saying, “Are you writing how much you want me, mudblood?” She looked up, startled that he was standing there.

As her eyes found his, she looked away quickly; she was still embarrassed by her admission in Potions class earlier. He decided to make her more uncomfortable; he sat down next to her.

He looked right at her and asked, “Have you ever been with a man before, Granger?”

She was infuriated that he would ask her that, she decided that she didn’t want to look prudish, so she had every intention of saying yes, but the word that came out of her mouth was, “no.” Hermione looked at him, confused; she hadn’t expected the truth to come out. She said, “I thought the potion was nullified when we left class. It’s not supposed to be still working. What did you do, Malfoy?”

Malfoy just looked at her, and smiled, “Well Granger, I thought it best to clear the air between us if we are going to be living with one another, so I thought I would jazz up our potion a little bit. You will only be able to tell the truth for the rest of the day. And also, you will automatically answer any question that is asked of you.”

She looked surprised, “Where did you learn to do that Malfoy? Snape certainly didn’t teach us any kind of potion like that.”

He replied, “Granger have you learned nothing of us Malfoy’s yet, we have all kinds of power and connections. I can get anything I want, and I can make you do anything that I want, so I suggest that you cooperate with me.”

As he made that last statement, he had leaned over and was whispering huskily in her ear. “That’s what you want to do anyway, isn’t it Granger?”

She reluctantly replied, “yes.”

“Good,” he replied. “Now what I want you to do is take off your top, I want to see your breasts.”

She immediately jumped up from her seat and said, “Just because I am attracted to you doesn’t mean that I am going to sleep with you. You will never get to see this. I have something called self control, Malfoy, maybe you should learn some.”

She was headed toward her room, when she felt him grab her arm and pushed her against the wall. She was breathing heavily, because she didn’t know what he was going to do to her. He looked angry; he had expected her to act on her feelings. She could feel his errection pressing against her stomach. His gray eyes were staring directly into her big brown eyes. She was scared, but also a little excited. He suddenly brought his lips crashing to hers. She opened her mouth, and took him in. His tongue was playing with hers, and the tingling sensation crept between her legs. She had never been kissed like this before.

The seemingly sordid exchange she had with Victor in her forth year had been nothing compared to this. That kiss was sweet, respectful, and full of meaning. This kiss was aggressive, demanding, and was making her tremble with want. She was literally melting, and at that moment, she felt that Draco could take her away as long as he quelled this new want in her.

His hand moved to her breast, he felt her mounds through her shirt, and she shivered. All the while, he had not taken his mouth from hers. He removed his mouth, and tore her shirt open. She was wearing a purple bra, and her breasts were spilling out from all the activity. He unclasped her bra and took in the sight of Granger, breathless, hair disheveled, her perfect breasts staring at him.

Her eyes were full of lust, but upon closer inspection he could detect an uncertainty; most likely from her lack of experience. It was intoxicating. He looked at the pink nipples, hardened and waiting to be tasted. He took a pink bud into his mouth.

Hermione gasped, she hadn’t realized how sensitive that part of her body was. She moaned and said, “Oh god, Draco.”

At this Draco pulled away, he put his finger under her chin and said, “Next time I ask you to take off your shirt, I expect you to do it. And for the record, I could have you right now if I wanted to, but I am going to wait until you are nice and ripe. See you later, Granger.”

He turned and walked out of their common room. Hermione stumbled up the stairs into her room. She was crying, and confused. Did she do something wrong, and who was he to tell her what to do. She would never forgive him for that.

She laid on her bed, and she was still feeling a throbbing between her legs. She decided to try something that she had never tried before. She took off her knickers, and slowly explored down there. She started stroking and playing with her folds. She found her clit, she had read about it, and was stroking, but she started getting frustrated. She needed release. She started thinking about the kiss, and Draco touching her breasts, and she started to stroke more. She was getting hotter and closer. When she thought about him sucking on her breasts she finally called out his name, and came.

She had never experienced that before, and she felt oddly pleasant. I’m going to have to try this again she thought, but then she thought about what had finally given her that release and she got disgusted again. I cannot believe that I am attracted to him. Maybe I just need to find someone else to experiment with, maybe that will take my mind off him, she thought. I’ll think about it tomorrow. And she fell asleep contented.

While she was busy finishing what they had started, Draco was also in need of release. He hadn’t expected to take it that far. To be that close to her was intoxicating, but he still wanted his revenge. He didn’t want to get too caught up in Granger. He was using her for a purpose, and although it got a little further than he wanted, he did prove a point this evening. However, he was still throbbing with need, and needed to get off badly.

He made his way to Pansy’s room. He found her sleeping. He woke her up. She looked tired, but made herself wake up. She knew what he wanted. She quickly undressed. He took in her body. She was beautiful, but in a plastic sort of way, but she would do.

He was already hard, and without any sort of foreplay, he entered her from behind. It hurt again, but she wouldn’t complain, she knew that she had to be what he wanted. Draco started pounding into her. As he was pumping into her, Draco started to think about Granger. Shit, he thought, I’m trying to forget her.

He suddenly got angry that he couldn’t shake her quivering lips, and reactions to when he had touched her. He withdrew his cock from her pussy, and without warning, shoved into her ass. Pansy wailed out in pain; they had never done that before, and she felt as if she were splitting in two.

Draco loved the feel of her tight walls as they squeezed his dick. He pumped in her a few more times, then withdrew and came all over her back. Pansy was used to the feel of his warm seed all over her skin. He smacked her ass, and then turned towards the door.

Before he left he said, “Thanks for the good time, kid. You might want to get washed up.” And then he left. Pansy limped toward the bathroom. She felt so sore, but she was smiling. Draco rarely thanked her for anything she did. She felt like they must be getting closer. She would just have to find a way to make it more bearable. Maybe she could read up on anal sex; she would do it if it made Draco happy. She got into the tub and sunk down taking in the warm water. It was soothing. She’d look up on it tomorrow. Maybe she could ask Hermione about some spells that would make it more pleasurable; after all Hermione knew everything.