The Untold Story of Hermione Granger

A new week had started and the victory of the last Quidditch match was depressingly short lived thanks to the ever surmounting piles of homework the teachers were assigning. Hermione, not realizing how many rolls of parchment paper she would be using her first year, had already written to the ink and parchment store in Diagon Alley to send her more rolls - twice - and the school year was only half over!



Hermione diligently continued her studies and was often found sitting at a table in a corner of the common room with books spread out all around her, or studying in the library. A few days after the incident with Oliver, Hermione was to be found in the library, feverishly looking through a rather large pile of thick and weathered books. One of the books emitted an odd odor while another gave a small whirling noise every time a page was turned. She opted to sit at the same table she sat at when she had her first “experience”, simply because it was the quietest area of the library.



But tonight, Hermione wasn’t furiously writing on any scrolls or studying for a class. The books she had brought to the table were all on topics about enchantments and charms like, Common Enchanted Household Items, Enchanted Gags and Gimmicks, How to Charm the Latest Fashions, and Simple Steps to Getting What You Want. Spread out on the table, amongst all of the books, was the choker.



Hermione wasn’t completely convinced the chocker had anything to do with her actions this year, but she still didn’t want to leave anything to chance. She picked up the silken jewelry and examined the stitching. She began flipping through the books looking for the picture of the ankh or the unique flowers on any of the books pages, or for anything that may explain her intense desires every time she wore it. It seemed like hours had passed since she first began to look. The sun began to set and candles were being lit all around the large room. Hermione was beginning to lose hope on finding any answers and contemplated how to get into the restricted section when she heard a voice that made the hairs on the back of her neck stand up.



“Well, well, well. What do we have here?” The voice rounded the table and came to stand in front of Hermione’s exuberant stack of books.



Hermione sighed. “What do you want, Malfoy?”



Draco picked up a few books and read the titles. “Magical Talismans, Amulets of an Exotic Nature, Excitable Charms. What kind of extracurricular assignments are you doing? You know, sucking up to teachers will get you no where, Granger,” Draco scoffed, and tossed the books back on the table.



“It’s none of your concern.” She looked around expecting to see Crabbe and Goyle with him, but there was no one around. “I don’t see you’re usual goons. I’m surprised to see you’re still able to walk without them.”



“Shut-up,” he snapped and made a grab for the choker. Hermione reached out for it, but was too late. Draco scooped it up before she could touch it. “What’s this?”



“Give it back, Malfoy.”



“Are you trying to enchant this?” he said examining the jewelry. “What are you going to do? Put a charm on it to make you prettier when you wear it? I don’t think it’ll work, but you could always use an improvement.”



“You’re such a foul right git, you know that?”



“Words, Granger. Just words,” he scoffed while giving her a smug look. “You know if you are enchanting this, I’m going to have to turn you in for misuse of magical enchantments.”



“I am not, for your information, enchanting it,” she firmly stated, glaring at him.



“Oh yeah?” He tossed the choker at her. “Prove it. Put it on and show me that nothing happens.” Hermione hesitated. “No? Well, then I’m sure Professor Snape would be very interested in seeing what you’ve done.” He picked the silk back up and took a step away.



“Wait.” Draco turned around and had a self-satisfied smile dancing on his lips.



“Go ahead then. Show me it’s not enchanted,” he told her as he tossed it back on the table in front of her. Hermione picked up the choker and breathed deeply. The thought of what might come and doing it with Draco made her uneasy. But the last thing she wanted was to get in trouble with a teacher. She may not know much about the choker, but she certainly was not interested in having to explain herself if she was caught with it.



Cautiously, Hermione fastened the silken choker around her neck with every intention of immediately taking it off. But just as she was about to do so, Draco touched her hair and smoothed it back away from her neck, causing her to stop.



Then, Draco muttered the last thing she thought she would ever hear. “I have never noticed how deep your eyes are,” he whispered, his eyes becoming glazy.



Hermione’s jaw dropped in shock. “What?” Part of her wanted to laugh at the ridiculous thing Draco had said, but she was distracted by his hand stroking her cheek. At the contact of his skin on her skin, a familiar yet invading sensation invaded her sanity. The pleasurable feeling spread rapidly towards her pussy, sending a shiver throughout her body.



“I don’t know what’s happening to me,” Draco stammered, “but something about you is seriously turning me on, Granger.” Almost absentmindedly, Draco began to stroke the front of his pants with his left hand. Hermione could see the outline of his penis, which was rapidly inflating.



This subtle swelling made Hermione very curious about what was harboring inside of Draco’s pants. Losing all common sense, she reached up in front of her and replaced his hand with her own, touching him confidently through the cotton of his trousers. “Oh, yeah, rub my cock. You’re such a slut, Granger,” he exclaimed none too silently. “You’ve wanted to touch my cock for a long time, I’ll bet.” Draco’s eyes were closed and his head was hanging back with his mouth a gape.



Noticing that his voice was not exactly quiet, Hermione stood up and began packing her things. This shook Draco out of his trance. “What are you doing?”



“Do you want this?” Hermione asked, no caring either way if he did or not, just so she didn’t get in trouble. She placed the library’s books on a nearby cart and gathered everything of hers into her arms.



“Hell yes.” She could see that he was quite hard in his pants and probably was to a point where he didn’t care who would take care of his problem, just as long as it was taken care of.



“Then follow me to the fourth floor, but not too closely.” She hurried out of the library and found her way up the Grand Staircase to the fourth corridor. She knew that at this time of evening, most students were finishing up in the library or in their common rooms. Checking to make sure no one else was lingering around, she set her books down and waited to see if Malfoy really would follow her. Sure enough, as soon as she thought it, Draco rounded the corner and headed straight for her. “You actually followed,” she said almost disbelieving.



“What the fuck do you expect, Granger?” he sneered, moving close to her. “No one in their right mind would turn down a blow job.”



Hermione thought his statement to be unusual, and wondered how much of a “right state of mind” he was really in. But in the next moment, Draco unzipped his pants, pulled his 11 year old cock out of his pants, and began to stroke it. It was paler than Ron’s and shaped a little differently, but the sight of it still got her excited. Hermione was eager to find out what it tasted like. She squatted right in the middle of the fourth floor corridor and replaced Draco’s hand with her own, matching his strokes. She hesitantly touched her tongue to the pale purplish head of his throbbing cock.



Draco immediately tilted his head back, closed his eyes, and moaned out loud his pleasure. “Oh, that feels so nice. Fuck, yeah, keep doing that.” He placed his hands on the back of his head and guided her head to take him further into her mouth. She opened up her mouth and stuffed his preteen cock into her mouth. It was much like sucking on a Popsicle and she didn’t have that big of a problem taking all of him at once.



While one of her hands continued to stroke his penis or cup his balls (which she found out got a bigger reaction out of him), her other hand slipped under her skirt and began rubbing her clit. Her panties had completely soaked through and she found the contact of the slick juices to be extra stimulating. She pushed aside the moist material and inserted two fingers into her eager cunt.



Hermione was determined to enjoy herself, despite the fact that it was Malfoy. She heavily thrusted her fingers into her sopping snatch while her movements mimicked her other hand and lips around Draco’s cock. Draco couldn’t seem to contain himself. “Oh, shit, Granger. You sure know how to suck a cock,” he exclaimed impressively. “You mouth is like a vice. You’re going to suck my cock dry, you little slut.”



For some reason, having him call her a slut made her even hornier than before. While she certainly didn’t want to literally become one, the sexual innuendo was exciting nonetheless. She continued to pound away at her pussy, bringing herself closer to a wanted release even as she sucked furiously on Draco’s dick. It wasn’t much longer before Draco was ready to explode.



“I’m going to cum in your mouth, you bloody whore.” Draco took over pumping his cock while her hand moved to join her other to work on bring her to her own climax. “Ooo, I’m going to cum.” With a few more grunts, Draco pumped his jizz into Hermione’s open and waiting mouth. The sticky cum simply leaked out of the tip and pooled into her mouth where she eagerly swallowed the salty mess. It was a small amount that came out, and she was able to get everything Draco had to offer. The excitement of tasting cum sent Hermione over the edge. The intensity of her climax caused her to fall forward on her knees as the wave of pleasure hit her with a force then slowly subsided.



Draco quickly stuffed his flaccid cock back into his pants. “Thanks for the blow job, Granger,” he uttered, fixing his attire. “I don’t know what the bloody hell you’ve done to me, but you might actually be good for something other than being a raging know-it-all. Oh, and don’t worry about anyone finding out. The last thing I want is to admit that I let a Muggle-born like you suck me off.” And with that he walked back towards the Grand Staircase and headed down towards the dungeons without so much as a glance back.



Hermione straightened her robes, gathered her books, and headed up the staircase in the opposite direction from Draco. On the next landing up, Hermione ran into Professor McGonagall.



“Miss Granger, what are you doing out this late?” she exclaimed sternly.



Hermione looked down, scared that she was about to get in trouble. Remembering all of the books she was carrying, she quickly replied, “I’m sorry Professor. I was in the library studying and I guess I lost track of time.” She shifted the heavy items in her arms in an effort to reinforce her words.



“Very well, Miss Granger, but I advise you not to be out walking this late again. Hurry on up to your room.” Hermione couldn\'t be sure, but it looked like Professor McGonagall\'s eyes had flickered to her throat where the choker rested comfortably. But before she could give it another thought, Professor McGonagall adjusted her glasses and walked away.



Hermione breathed a sigh of relief and hurried up to her room, not stopping until she closed her bedroom door. The other girls in the dorm looked at her as she entered, but being used to her studying all the time, ignored her as she got ready for bed. No one noticed as she slipped the choker off her throat and placed it back into her nightstand drawer. She closed the curtains around her four-poster bed and fell asleep.



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The weeks went by and the mystery of Nicholas Flammel and the Sorcerer’s Stone was solved. Harry, Ron, and Hermione became the best of friends. Ron, Oliver, and even Draco all acted as if nothing happened. She was too afraid to ask them if they remembered what had happened in the event that perhaps they actually did forget. The summer was drawing nearer as school officially ended and on the last night, Hermione was packing her things. She was nearly all set when she pulled the choker from the back of the drawer. After everything that had happened this year, she was still no closer to discovering where it came from or if it was enchanted. She decided that she would leave it behind, mostly because she was scared about keeping it any longer. Finishing her packing, Hermione placed the silk choker back into the drawer and left her room to say goodbye to all of her friends.