Soft Obsidian's Pleasure.

Hermione was studying in the library when it began. The days had passed quickly since the first contact and she was happy that Harry and Ron seemed to be content with their newfound closeness. Ron was making strides to be a good boyfriend, but the singular sessions with Ron lacked the heat and sensation of being used by both of them. Just thinking about that day gave her chills and heat went coursing through her legs.


“Hello Mudblood,” whispered a sinister voice belonging to none other then Draco Malfoy. His silky pale hair was in place, a smug look on his beautiful face. His arms were folded and his robes billowed over his broad chest.

“Hullo, Ferret Face,” responded Hermione with a cheerful air. She continued writing with her quill, effectively ignoring him.

A rolled up parchment dropped to the table. “Care to brush up on the school rules?” he murmured idly, watching her face intently.

“Another dozen eh? Umbridge is really trying to push the limits. It’s inspiring,” hissed Hermione sarcastically.

Draco leered at her. “She is not the only one from what I understand,” replied Draco limpidly.

Hermione felt a cold shiver roll down her spine. Hermione unrolled the parchment out of morbid curiousity.

The Ministry of Magic concurs that all inappropriate sexual contact and social behavior between students is strictly prohibited. Any assignations discovered will result in the immediate expulsion of both students.

So decreed by High Inquisitor, Dolores Umbridge.

Hermione shrugged but she felt ice trickling down her back in the form of sweat. “Ah well, you and Goyle, will be heartbroken,” trilled Hermione, not looking Draco in the face.

“Well, you can make it up to me when I start using you for a dartboard,” glared Draco and he sat next to her, his hand gripping her thigh through her robes.

“Let me go, you disgusting loathsome little cock…” hissed Hermione.

“I assure you its not little Granger,” Draco smoothly cut in. “In fact, I dare say you will find it much bigger then your other partners.”

“I don’t have any other partners, you sick bastard,” cried Hermione, as she tried to pry his hand off her thigh.

“The pensieve that I am giving to Umbridge says otherwise,” whispered Draco as he leaned in closer. “Too bad you are going to be expelled so fast, I wont have a chance to show you what I mean about being bigger. Oh wait… maybe I can,” Draco smirked as he grabbed her hand and pressed it against his erection beneath his robes.

Hermione could feel the hard, pulsing cock there, teasing at her hand and she jumped in her seat. Draco ground her hand against the hard length there and smiled. “ See what you will be missing, Mudblood?”

Hermione shuddered as he forced her hand there. He was bigger then Ron, but not as thick as Harry. His malicious grin was causing her chest to pound hard and a sick heat flooded her between her legs.
Draco watched as Hermione’s eyes dilated in pleasure and shame. Gods, she was an easy mark.

“What do you want Draco?” whimpered Hermione, her tone caused his cock to jump under her fingertips and she gasped.

“Access, whenever I want. In exchange, I won’t tell Umbridge a thing,” replied Draco, his hand slid from her thigh down to the apex between her legs. He parted the robe and his slender fingers traced the outline of her panties.

Draco’s words sent a shudder down her back, and he licked his lips as he felt her panties begin to soak with her juices at his words. “You like it don’t you? Being told what to do,” hissed Draco, as he slowly swirled his fingertips across her folds on the outside of her panties.

“Say you’re a mudblood,” hissed Draco, watching Hermione’s breathing rapidly accelerate from his torturously slow moving fingertips.

“I’m a mudblood,” moaned Hermione, closing her eyes, as her cheeks burned in humiliation. Draco was delighted by her admission and he almost cocked his toes up right there.

“Gods, a delightful tart like you is wasted on Weasel and Pothead. You could really pleasure a wizard, couldn’t you, mudblood,” murmured Draco, as he watched her nipples grow hard under the soft material of the robes.

His fingers continued to tease and stroke at her, Hermione placed her head face down on the library table, unable to show her face anymore. Draco grinned and with his other hand flipping through a book nonchalantly, he continued to masturbate her and instruct her.

“Rub my cock, you sweet bit of spare,” Draco whispered, straining to push his cock deeper into her hand.

Hermione gripped him on the outside of his robes, her fingertips moving around to cup him through the material. Draco gasped as she almost grasped full circle over his length, her hand began to jerk, and slide the silky material up and down against his swollen cock.

Draco eased the panties aside and plunged his fingers deeply inside her sopping folds. His voice was hoarse when he finally spoke. “Gods, you are so wet.”

“Your so hard, Malfoy,” murmured Hermione, her eyes purposefully wide in innocence.

Malfoy groaned at the doe-eyed look that she was giving him. Granger was showing a part of her personality that he had only suspected at. It was driving him nutters, he wanted to unload in her sweet bow-shaped mouth.

Hermione began to pant against the table, her face pressed down as Malfoy’s fingers shoved deep inside her, stretching her cunt to fit. She felt his thumb stroke upwards towards her swollen clit and she almost convulsed right there. ‘Cum for me mudblood. NOW,” his fierce whisper left no room for disagreement and she shuddered as he smashed his thumb up against her clit, while his long fingers ripped an orgasm from her.

Hermione gasped and arched, but she made no noise, her face red from exertion, and Draco felt his fingers become drenched in her wet juices as she let go. Draco felt like something was strangling his cock, and Hermione had begun to pump it expertly, eagerly almost.

It was too much, the life long fantasy of Granger being on her knees in front of him, blinding his logic.

Draco hissed, “Get on your knees, Granger, and swallow.”

Hermione slid down under the library desk, grateful that they were covered desks, and she crawled to Draco, opened his robes, and she pulled out his swollen cock. Draco began to close his eyes, gritting his teeth as he felt, that soft wet mouth, encase him. Her tongue lashed around the head of his cock, and Draco almost came right then and there.

Her hot breath tickled out as she began to suck. He could feel her hot, wet mouth, pulling and licking on him, his balls began to swell, and her eager fingers, caressed them, her tongue lapping out to lick at them too. Draco groaned aloud and then covered his face with his hand.

“Malfoy…”drawled the WORST voice that he could possibly hear right now.

Draco pinched open his right eye, as Hermione stopped cold what she was doing.

“Oy! Malfoy, you seen Hermione?” rapped out Harry. Draco turned to the Golden Boy and his boy wonder Ron.

“Why… would I know where that Mudblood is, or even care?” hissed Draco.

“Because her notebooks are right there? You filthy sod,” growled Harry.

Ron glared at him, as if he would have no greater pleasure, then making Malfoy into a spot on the floor of Hogwarts Library. “What did you do to her?” demanded Ron.

“The little twit is with Madam Pince, or reading. Who bloody knows?” shrugged Draco, “Besides, I had no idea you were so interested in getting detention again, Potter. Insulting a member of the Squad is considered detention worthy,” grinned Draco, beginning to relish the thought.

Suddenly, Draco felt a tug on his cock, and he hissed in agonizing pain. “ Or maybe not, just get out of my face you wankers.”

Ron looked at Harry peculiarly and they both beat it. “He looked like he had a fever, didn’t he?”

“You bloody thirsty little, ahhhhhhhhh,” murmured Draco and he convulsed as he exploded in Hermione’s mouth; she swallowed all of it, tenderly licking off his balls to finish.

A minute later, Draco’s eyes finally stopped rolling in the back of his head. Hermione crawled out from under the library table. She picked up her books, and turned on him with a scathing glare.

“If you liked that, remember where it came from,” hissed Hermione, and she flounced off.

Draco rubbed his chin, trying to recall if he had ever had a blow job that good in his entire life.

He would have to double check, tomorrow, when he made her do it again.




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Tbc.




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