The Lioness of Gryffindor

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A/N I don't think I've ever written this much before. I'm kind of letting it write itself. And to sound like a broken record, please read and review.

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Over the next few days and even weeks Hermione helped every student who came to her door. It seemed like Draco wasn’t even helping. But then again she never did see any of the Slytherin students. It was most likely he had bullied every other Slytherin into helping him coach the new brood, or they where just as stuck up as the rest of the house.

Almost everything else had basically been the same. She went to class. She studied. But she couldn’t shake the fact that Harry and Ron still had not come to apologize to her. She had written them a few notes telling them the truth and how bad she felt. But the house elves kept returning them to her, saying that they where sorry that they couldn’t be delivered.

She finally decided that she would put everything she had into school and not worry about them.

That evening while she was walking back to her dorm she heard a grunt from further down the hall. She ran towards the noise alarmed by what might be happening.

The standing in front of her was Draco pinned halfway up the wall by Harry.

“Harry! Let him down this instant.” She commanded.

Harry grunted and let Draco fall to the ground.

“Harry!” She scolded, “Why did you do that?”

At that, he just threw up his hands and stomped away. She could remember a time when she would have rejoiced in the fact that Harry had got the upper hand on Malfoy.

But for some reason she now felt disgusted with his actions. They seemed childish.

She bent down to help Malfoy up. He seemed dazed from his fall. He groaned when she flung his arm over her neck. It just smacked of a Slytherin to not be able to take pain.

This close to him she could smell his cologne. She could also tell that he had just come from the Quidditch Pitch. It was intoxicating. The faint smells of the grass, wood, fresh air and body odour underlined the cologne. She couldn’t ever imagine that such a combination of smells could make her feel that way.

She was burning with desire by the time they reached the portal. She could no longer contain herself. Once inside for a reason unknown to her, she kissed him.

She couldn’t make up her mind if he was still dazed or not, but it seemed to her that her kissed her back.

With their lips pressed together, Draco couldn’t help himself. He would take what was given to him freely. He still wasn’t sure whom it was that took him back to his rooms but he was sure it was a fellow Slytherin. He could slightly remember the tone of the voice of whomever saved him from Potter. There was so much anger and pride in that voice. At that moment he thought it might have belonged to an angel. It was so beautiful in it’s darkness and, well, in it’s light.

Hermione felt him deepen the kiss. She could no longer hold back. He must be able to tell what was going on. She broke the kiss, a groan escaping his lips. She pushed him towards his bedroom. He gave ground to her willingly. She grabbed at his robes and slipped them off before taking her own off. She continued to push him back up on the bed.

She reached over to take his scarf from the bedside table. She ran the material over his smooth chest. Then looped it over his hands tightening it so that he couldn’t slip his wrists from the confines. She then leaned over him, her breasts brushing his face. Tying the ends to the four-poster she began to work herself down.

She nibbled at his ear on her way by. Her tongue ran down his neck sending a shiver threw his body. She paused briefly at the base of his neck to mark him. A moan escaped his lips. Never had he felt like this. She continued down his soft flesh to his nipples. She ran her tongue around them a few times before kissing her way down to his navel.

Hermione reached down a grabbed his man hood. Stoking it a few times to harden it further. What was wrong with him? Why should he be feeling this way? All thought left him as she slipped his length into her mouth as she messaged his balls. She ran her mouth up and down with slight pressure. Her tongue danced along the under side of his penis.

He could feel the pressure building, but all he could do was groan. Just before he thought he was going to burst, she pulled back.

He hissed at her in slight anger for stopping. This only made her smile. She reached over again to the bedside table a drew a lit candle from it’s holder. First she poured a small amount on her breasts. She gasped in pain but kept her hand steady. She leaned forward to allow him to sooth the burns.

After a moment, that Draco didn’t want to stop, she drew back. She poured some wax onto his chest. Biting his lip to keep from screaming.

How could something that hurt so much, turn him on so much?

She peeled the wax of his chest and brushed her hair over the burns. His body convulsed under the strange mixture of pain and pleasure.

She has not had her way with him yet, but she knew that if she were not careful he would be spent before she had her pleasure.

She reached down to her own warmth. Parting her lips to expose herself. She ran her fingers inside herself to move the moisture around. Well moistened she leaned forward and pressed her lips to his.

Hermione arced her back and drove herself onto him. They called out together as she drove herself down his length nearly to the base. She raised herself up only to plunge deeper.

Her nails dug into his chest where the burns from the wax were. He didn’t know if he screamed out in pleasure or pain. It didn’t matter to him anymore. Nothing mattered. He arced his back driving his head into his pillows in ecstasy.

“Shit” he screamed as he let go. He could fell her take her release almost at the same moment.

She collapsed beside him, panting. He pulled at his bindings. He just wanted to hold the creature who had driven him farther then he thought was possible. She was a goddess.

Then like a ton of bricks his sense, which she had so thoroughly thrown out for him, came crashed back into his skull. This was Granger. A mudblood. The embodiment of everything his family wanted to exterminate.

He cried out at the injustice. What had he just done? How could she have done this to him?

Hermione was started by his wild calls. She pulled back to watch him thrash at the bindings she had placed on him. She couldn’t figure out what was wrong. He had been willing in almost everything. Could it be that he was more muddled than she had presumed? She knew he had enjoyed it. He had called out in his pleasure. She didn’t know what to do so she slipped over to the door. Picking up her robes as she went. Just before she went out she drew her wand and said a spell to take the bindings off of Draco. Hermione turned and left before he could say or do anything.

A knock came from the door as she walked toward the other end of the dorm. She started to go to the door but realized she was very under dressed for company.

“Who is there?” She called out to whomever was at the door.

“Hermione?” A small voice answered from the other side.

“Yes, I’m Hermione,” she answered.

“May I come in? I think I have a problem.” This person wasn’t the only one.

“Hold on a second,” She called back. She ran for the bathroom. Quickly she put her robes back on and ran her fingers through her hair. She couldn’t do much for the stench she could smell on herself, but she did use a cleaning spell. She somehow felt dirty.

Running back to the door she opened it to find Ginny in tears.

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