Tell Me

Tell Me



DISCLAIMER: This story is based on characters and situations created and owned by JK Rowling, various publishers including but not limited to Bloomsbury Books, Scholastic Books and Raincoast Books, and Warner Bros., Inc. No money is being made and no copyright or trademark infringement is intended.



Chapter Four:



“So, Draco,” said Blaise Zabini with a twinkle in his eyes. “How is your ‘cunning plot’ working out?’



“Which one?” asked Draco with a confused look as he looked up from his homework.



“Your “I’m going to seduce Granger’ plot,” said Blaise impatiently. Honestly, Malfoy was impossible. He was always plotting something.



“It’s going very well,” said Draco loftily.



“Bullocks,” said Blaise with a smirk. “She’s unassailable.”



“Hmmm,” said Draco with a toss of his head. “No one is unassailable.”



“How are you going to keep your little trysts with Granger a secret from Potter and Weasley if, by some slim chance, you actually succeed in bedding Granger?” asked Blaise curiously as he settled himself across from Draco in the Slytherin common room.



“Why would I want to do that?” said Draco with a genuinely confused look on his face. “It will be my pleasure when I tell those two oafs that I had her.”



“Draco, Draco, Draco,” said Blaise as he shook his head sadly at his house mate.



“It’s not like I am going to fuck her more than once or twice,” said Draco impatiently. “She can’t be that good. Speaking of, I have to finish my charms. I have a tryst with Turpin in less than an hour.”



“Is Turpin that good,” asked Blaise curiously.



“Not bad,” said Draco with a smirk. “A bit clingy but she has a fantastic arse. And she lives in fear that Pansy is going to find out about her so she is also wonderfully discreet.”



“You are such a slag,” said Blaise sourly.



“You are just jealous, mate,” laughed Draco. “Go off and find yourself a shag. It will improve your temper.”



“I have standards,” sniffed Blaise.



“Standards mean that you and your left hand are going to go steady for the rest of the term,” said Draco. “Take a leaf from Nott’s book. I have no clue who he is shagging but he’s shagging someone. He left here an hour ago with a new jumper on that actually matched his trousers and a hint of a smirk.”



“Maybe he’s meeting Granger,” said Blaise slyly.



“She has rounds,” rejoined Draco quickly.



“I bet you can tell me where she is scheduled to do rounds, you stalker,” said Blaise with a laugh.



“Maybe,” said Draco shiftily. He gathered his books and told Blaise he had to get ready.



Blaise sat in the common room with a particular look on his face for a few minutes. Then he smiled to himself as he left the common room as well.



Later that night, Hermione was doing a patrol of the hallways before curfew. She gave a few Ravenclaws warnings when she found them studying in a deserted classroom. They looked like they were intended on staying for quite awhile when she passed the room. She had heard from Luna that these all night study binges were common in Ravenclaw Tower. They had them in deserted classrooms because Professor Flitwick frowned on all nighters in the common room especially during the beginning of the year. He did not want the more dedicated of his students to get burnt out too fast.



Hermione was surprised when she found more Ravenclaws along the corridor, some were practicing on musical instruments, and others were painting.



“I see you’ve discovered the ‘claws and their study corridor, Granger,” drawled a familiar icy voice. “Fancy that you’ve never noticed it before but I expect all your free time in previous years was spent dragging Weasel and Scar Head out of scrapes every night. Or else, you aren’t the ‘smartest witch ever to walk the halls of Hogwarts in a million years’”



“Bugger off, Malfoy,” said Hermione with a toss of her head. Didn’t that git get tired of being such a prick all the time?



“No, thank-you,” said Draco primly. “Where do you indulge your wild side, Granger? When you open your precious book bag and do essays for extra credit on a Friday night? Or maybe, you walk on the wild side and actually, dare I say it, occasionally do your homework the week before it’s due rather than your usual month?”



“Is there an actual reason why you’re here?” asked Hermione tartly.



“I have an appointment,” drawled Draco as he straightened his collar.



“That’s what I smell,” said Hermione as she wrinkled her nose as she sniffed the air dismissively. Actually, his cologne did smell rather nice. It smelt expensive and rather posh. “It’s nearly curfew.”



“Don’t you worry your bushy little head, Granger,” said Draco as his voice dipped and he looked at her suddenly rosy face. “I’ll be in bed soon.”



“You are disgusting,” sniffed Hermione.



“Actually, Granger,” said Draco softly. “I have had no complaints. Care to find out? I have a few spare moments available.”



“One or two minutes is all it would take with you?” said Hermione tartly. “That does not surprise me.”



Draco’s eyes flashed and he stepped closer to Hermione. She raised her chin and did not back down.



“Is that a challenge?” drawled Draco. His eyes dipped to her chest.



“I do believe this is one challenge that you would find much too difficult,” said Hermione as her eyes flashed.



“Care to try me,” asked Draco. The air seemed to sizzle between them.



“Draco,” said a feminine voice in the distance.



“Oh,” said Hermione innocently. “Would you like to have me come back in five minutes? After, you’re done, of course.”



“You like to watch, Granger?” said Draco in a mock shocked voice.



“You wish,” snorted Hermione.



“If you would like to wait…..” said Draco with his eyes wide and mocking.



Hermione snorted inelegantly and turned on her heel. She could hear a soft girlish voice say Draco’s name rather breathlessly but did not turn around. She walked away from the mocking look in his fine grey eyes.

Draco watched her leave with narrowed eyes. He let Lisa Turpin kiss him but his eyes were on Granger’s retreating back. Granger was not as innocent as she looked. Draco smiled to himself and turned his attention to the Ravenclaw girl. He rubbed his thick erection against her soft stomach and backed her against the wall.



“You are very eager, tonight,” moaned Lisa.



“Been waiting too long for you, love,” murmured Draco. He maneuvered her into a quiet classroom with an intent look.



Much later, as Draco is moving inside the moaning girl, he closed his eyes. He imagined her voice moaning his name. He imagined his hands were fisted in her wild mane of hair. A bolt of pure lust went down his spine as he moved faster and harder. He came with a smothered shout inside her clenching sheath. When he opened his eyes, he was surprised to find himself on top of Lisa Turpin. He hid his surprise by burying his face in her blonde hair. For once, he let her cling to him after they were finished shagging.



“Gods,” thought Draco. “I really have to have Granger and soon.”



That night, Hermione had what she liked to call the hotel dream. She had been talking to her mother from the door to her room. Her parents had their own room. Her room was just across the hall from them in the hotel in Bulgaria.



Hermione moaned in her sleep as she remembered how shocked she had been when she closed the door and went into the hotel room. She was so grateful her mother didn’t come in with her. Viktor was lying there on her bed with his hands behind his head, casually sprawled on her sheets without a stitch of clothing on. Hermione could still remember how stunned she had been. She barely remembered him putting up the silencing spells. She could only look at him. It was her first clear sight of a nude man – an aroused nude man.



Flashback:



“Take your clothes off,” said Viktor throatily.



Hermione only blinked at him.



“Dushka,” murmured Viktor with an amused tone. “Take your clothes off and come here.”



“I can’t,” whispered Hermione as she clutched her hands to her chest protectively.



“Don’t be afraid,” whispered Viktor as he got up from the bed and wrapped her in his arms.



Hermione shivered as she felt every inch of his heated body against her. It felt strange and rather exciting to have him holding her while he was completely nude and she was still dressed. A hot pool of excitement curled in her abdomen as she felt his erect cock pressing against her stomach through her clothes. She let him uncurl her hands and place them against his chest. She hesitantly touched his warm flesh. She closed her eyes when she felt his mouth on her neck.



Hermione kissed him back when he began to place soft kisses on her face and mouth. She stood in the circle of his arms and he quickly divested her of her clothes. She moaned as he stopped from time to time to drop kisses on her breasts, throat and face. When she was wearing only a pair of prim pink panties, he eased her down to sit on the edge of the bed. Hermione moaned as she looked at his erect cock bobbing in front of her face.



“Explore,” urged Viktor as he took one of her hands and curled it around the shaft of his distended penis. Hermione touched him with wonder. She had felt him against her and inside her but she never had the freedom to examine him up close. She touched the hard, smooth flesh and reveled in the feel of him. He felt almost hot, very hard but soft at the same time.



“Kiss me,” moaned Viktor. He was panting under her petting hands. Hermione looked up at him in shock but she knew what he wanted. He wanted her to kiss his penis. Hermione could hear him groan and mutter in Bulgarian when she ran her smooth cheek against his hard shaft. Then she kissed his penis lightly and hesitantly. Her slim fingers ran up and down the smooth column of flesh.



Hermione looked at the jumping flesh in her hands. He felt like he actually had gotten harder under her hands. She placed a kiss on the very end of his penis and was rewarded by a loud strangled moan. She looked up at him as she repeated the gesture. She could feel him trembling and a wave of pure sensation ran through her body as she realized that she had power over him. Hermione reached out the tip of her tongue and she tasted him. He said her name with a desperate edge to it. Hermione smiled and licked at his red swollen head with her pointed little tongue.



“Vixen,” hissed Viktor as he pulled away from her exploring tongue and pushed to lie on her back on the bed. Hermione gave a low moan as he peeled her panties down her hips with a very intent look on his face. She felt swollen in between her legs. When he ran an exploring finger down her wet cleft, he gave a low knowing chuckle. Hermione blushed. She could feel how wet she was.



Hermione groaned as Viktor covered her heated body. She squirmed under him as he rubbed his cock against her soft belly. She gasped when he rolled them around and she was suddenly on top of him. She blushed as he urged her legs around his waist and pushed her up so she was sitting on his groin. She moaned as he cupped her aching breasts and his thumbs teased at her stiff nipples. She looked down and she could see his cock lying flat against his stomach. Hermione licked her lips and trembled. She wanted him inside of her but she didn’t know how to ask.



“Ohhh,” moaned Hermione as Viktor slid a hand into her moist cleft. She wriggled as his fingers teased her. A churning sense of excitement was pooling in between her legs.



“Rise up on your knees, dushka,” urged Viktor. Hermione obeyed and he slid a finger up her aching sheath. She could only watch him as his finger moved easily inside her. He pulled his finger out. She watched as he pulled his thick hard prick up and urged her, with a firm hand on her hips, to sit down on his cock. Hermione gave a high cry as she slid down his hard penis. She, once again, sat against his groin but this time he was deep inside her.



“So good,” groaned Viktor as his eyes closed in pleasure.



Hermione groaned. He felt very big inside her. Hermione’s eyes flew open when she felt his petting fingers on her clitoris. He petted slowly and Hermione could feel the pressure inside her fade and a spiraling excitement flow through her veins. His fingers ceased moving and Viktor put his big hands around her hips and showed her how to move on top of him. Hermione moaned as she rose up and down on her knees and up and down on his hard throbbing cock.



“So good,” moaned Viktor. “So beautiful.”



Hermione only sighed as his hands closed over her breasts. A warm tingling was moving through her groin centered where he was moving in and out of her. She never felt anything like it before. She didn’t want the feeling to stop. She moved her hips faster. A stab of pleasure went through her every time she slammed her hips down. He was arching his hips as well. They had found a rhythm together that soon had Hermione mewling and bucking on top of him. His big hands steadied her as he urged her to ride him faster and faster still. The warm tingling sensation spread until Hermione arched her back tightly. Then huge waves of pleasure shot through her body emanating from her pussy. She could feel him urge her down harder as he groaned and she screamed her pleasure out. She couldn’t help the cries that burst from her throat over and over again until she was hoarse and trembling.



“Ahhhh,” cried Hermione as she felt him burst inside her clenching sheath. She looked down at him blearily as he came deep inside her. His face was contorted as if with pain. Hermione panted and then collapsed against his hard sweaty frame when her arms wouldn’t support her anymore.



End Flashback.



Hermione shifted in her sleep. That time was the first time she had what she now knew was a vaginal orgasm. All the other times previous, Viktor had touched her clitoris and made her come that way. Her heart still fluttered when she remembered the deep, intense pleasure. They had stayed up all night making love.



Hermione buried her face in the covers and drifted off. She tried to go back to her hotel dream but the dream shifted. This time, she dreamt about the morning.



Hermione woke up to the feel of Viktor’s face buried in her neck. She stretched contently with her eyes still closed. She felt deliciously sore this morning. She smiled as she felt Viktor’s hands touch her sore nipples gently. She could feel his erection prodding her in her backside. Hermione moaned as his hand slid in between her legs. She was suddenly grateful for the rather erotic shower they had taken before finally going to sleep. She had been a mess.



Hermione smiled as she felt him shift her to back and rise over her. She spread her knees languidly for him and moaned as she felt him settle himself between her legs and enter her willing sheath. Hermione sleepily wrapped her arms around his broad shoulders and squirmed under his slowly thrusting hips. Hermione sighed in pleasure and contentment when he slid his hips in a lazy circle over and over again. A spark of pleasure ran down her spine.



“Hmmm,” moaned Viktor. “Granger, you feel wonderful.”



Hermione froze as the voice was not Viktor’s. She tried to wake up but felt like she was tied down. In her dream, she opened her eyes to see Draco moving on top of her in the bright morning sunlight. His normally immaculate hair was tousled around his face with those razor sharp cheekbones. Those cold eyes were warm and full of passion.



“So good,” moaned Draco. “So tight and hot.”



Hermione moaned in her sleep. Draco was caressing her breasts and still moving inside of her.



“Faster, love?” moaned Draco.



“Yes,” moaned dream Hermione as she wrapped her arms around Draco’s back and urged him to ride her harder and faster. Hermione struggled to wake up as she dreamt about them moving against each other until they came together with gasping cries and heart stopping pleasure.



Hermione woke up in the pale dawn light with a pounding heart and an aching emptiness between her legs. She licked her lips. She could almost still taste him. Hermione shook her head free of cobwebs and went back to sleep determined to rid herself of the disturbing images she now had in her head of a sexy, passionate Draco Malfoy.









Author\'s Note:



These four chapters are the beginning of my try at a Draco/Hermione. My goal is to keep the characters in character. No fluffy Draco here folks. Hermione is, in my opinion, a modern girl without the prejudices of the wizarding world, sexually or racially. Theo and Blaise are his housemates but are not Draco\'s followers. Theo is quite clever but likes to stay in the shadows, whereas Blaise is a troublemaker. It\'s simply his nature. Pansy is not ugly or a shrill hag in this story. We see the books through Harry\'s eyes and he does not like Slytherins. Draco is too status conscious to go to the Yule Ball with an unattractive girl.



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