All the Right Moves

The next day, Hermione took care to be as quiet as possible as she left her room. She was hoping to sneak out without having to see Draco. As she got to the bottom of the stairs, she saw Draco coming out of the bathroom wearing only a green towel. Beads of water were glistening against his skin as she took in his chest. He was beautiful and those lusty bad thoughts crept into her head again.

Draco smirked at her, and said, “Good morning Granger. I know you are enjoying the view, but do you mind? I need to go and put on some clothes…unless you have other plans in mind?”

She looked embarrassed, and then angry, and said, “I wouldn’t touch you if you were the last man on Earth. I hope you enjoyed last night, because that is the only time you will ever get to kiss me. I hate you.”

And she turned and marched away and left their common room. She stormed down to the Great Hall to go to breakfast. She was so lost in her thoughts that she ran right into Harry.

“Hey Hermione, are you all right?” he asked.

“Sorry Harry,” she replied, “I guess I had a long night.”

Harry asked, “Do you want to talk about it?”

She replied, “No, but thanks Harry, you are such a good friend.”

She was happy that she had people that cared about her, but she was still very confused about the feelings she had toward Draco. She always thought she was above those stupid lustful feelings.

She was Hermione Granger, head girl, always practical and she didn’t need a man to make her complete. Although a little seed of doubt was lingering in her mind. Maybe she did need to have those pleasant feelings of release. She thought about all of her friends and the other girls that were her age. They were always talking about sex, and how wonderful it felt, but she had always thought herself above having to succumb to those hormonal desires. However, after last night, she wasn’t so sure of herself anymore.

The only thing stopping her was the satisfaction that Malfoy would win; that he would be right. That was the last thing that she wanted. She was determined to make him wrong. Maybe she could find another way to quell these awakened desires that she had. Maybe with someone else, and then she could forget all about Draco.

As she was thinking about who she would like to sleep with she locked eyes with someone entering the Great Hall.

Ron had come downstairs to get some breakfast before his first class. He looked toward his usual table for Harry and Hermione. He was still feeling uncertain because of his declaration in Potions class yesterday. He didn’t want to ruin his friendship with Hermione, but he couldn’t help the feelings that he had been having.

He kept imagining what she would look like, underneath him, calling out his name in pleasure. He could imagine her full breasts bouncing up and down as she rode him to their completion. As he looked over in that direction, he locked eyes with Hermione. She had a peculiar expression on her face, and he wasn’t sure whether he should go over there or not.

While he was deciding, Malfoy had walked in and looked over at her. Seeing the smirk on his face made her decision for her. She got up and walked over to Ron. He looked startled and unsure, but she just took his hand and led him out of the Great Hall. Ron didn’t notice, but she looked over at Draco with a smug expression on her face. She was taking charge of the situation, and she was making a statement to him.

Draco was unhappy with this new development. The last thing he wanted was Hermione to fall for the Weasel. He was pretty sure that she did not have those feelings for him; rather, she was trying to spite him. He was not going to tolerate that. He had his own agenda, and he did not want her to be used goods by the time he completed it. He quickly got up and made his way back to their common room, as that was the most likely location that she would have taken him.

Meanwhile, Hermione had led Ron upstairs back to her common room.

“Ron, I think we need to talk about what you said yesterday,” she said.

Ron gulped; he didn’t know what she was going to say about it. Once she said the password to enter the head dormitory, she pulled him into the common room.

She looked at him and then pushed him down onto the red couch.

Ron opened his mouth to start to explain, but then Hermione climbed onto his lap and covered his mouth with hers. She kissed him intensely. She grinded herself against his growing errection. Ron was confused, but incredibly turned on. He didn’t know what he did to get this beautiful woman to attack him with her body, but he hoped she wouldn’t stop.

She pulled his robes over his head, and then pulled hers as well. She sat wearing a red bra and matching panties. Ron took in the sight of this sexy lioness. He was unsure of what to do, as he had never had sex before, but he was so turned on, he was ready to burst. He only hoped that he didn’t come too quickly.

She unclasped her bra and threw it to the floor. There she sat on his lap, topless and only wearing red lace panties. He looked at her perfect, hard nipples. He reached out to touch a breast, experimentally, and was surprised at how it felt.

Hermione grew impatient, why didn’t he take initiative? She was unsure of how things were supposed to progress, and Ron didn’t know how to touch her like Draco did. She was mad at herself for even thinking about him. As she was thinking that very thought, Draco walked in, and cleared his throat. Hermione quickly got off Ron’s lap, and Ron grabbed his robes and ran out of there. He was embarrassed to be caught in such a position.

Draco said, “I guess we opened Pandora’s box last night, didn’t we.”

She just looked at him and was trying to cover herself with a pillow while looking to see where her bra had landed. “I don’t know why you are covering yourself; I already know what your tits look like. I felt them last night, I tasted them, don’t you remember,” he asked?

“I didn’t know you were that desperate to give it away though, otherwise I would have taken you last night,” he purred.

He walked closer to her, and leaned down to her ear, “I could make you scream again and again, much more than the Weasel ever could.”

She shuddered at his closeness. She then looked into his eyes and said, “then why don’t you? You were the one who left last night.”

He assessed her expression, she was full of lust, and seemed to be clearly thinking; therefore he had no problem with giving her what she asked for. He also figured that this weird attraction would also go away after giving in to it. He grabbed her, and picked her up.

He carried her into his room. She wasn’t sure what she was getting herself into; however, she thought she would die if she did not find out what she was missing. She had been craving his touch for longer than she cared to admit, and here it was. He threw her down onto his bed.

Her hair fanned out against the green satin comforter. Her breasts were already in view, and in his mind, looked absolutely perfect. She laid there clad only in her red lace panties, and he took her in.

He then removed his clothing. She gulped as he pulled down the green boxers and she saw his member for the first time. She had never seen a naked male before, and she stared in awe. He was large, about 9 inches.

She started to worry about how that was going to fit inside her. She knew that the first time was supposed to hurt, but she was also eager. She wanted to understand this mystery. She wanted to know what all the girls she knew were talking about.

He got on top of her. He took in her lips. He kissed her with the same intensity that he had last night, and she started to tingle. He kissed her neck, and then nibbled on her ear; at that sensation, she bucked her hip up against him.

He laughed and said, “Calm down Granger, there is plenty of time for that.”

He then lightly kissed his way to her breasts. He took the right nipple into his mouth while pinching the other one. She bucked her hips again at the sensations of pain and pleasure. He then made his way further down and kissed her stomach, and belly button. He then stroked his way down to her thighs. He made his way upward and stroked her right where she needed it the most, in between her legs.

He then entered one finger into her tight passage; she arched her back in pleasure. Her body felt like it was on fire, she just wanted him to consume her. He entered a second finger, and she started panting. He used his other hand to stroke her clit, and started to kiss her again. He entered a third finger, and continued his rapid stroking of her clit. He then brought his head down and started sucking on her clit, while pumping his fingers in and out of her quivering pussy.

He lightly nipped at it, and she screamed out, “Oh Draco.”

And then she came. She felt the tingle up and down her body. It was the single best moment of her life, and then he nibbled on her ear, and said, “It isn’t over yet, Granger.”

He then took his wand, which was on his nightstand. He said a simple incantation to prevent pregnancy, and positioned himself over her entrance. He knew it might hurt her, but he had readied her as much as he could, and she was so wet. She was dripping for him, and suddenly Draco couldn’t wait any longer.

He plunged into her virgin hole, and she cried out. He stopped and allowed her to adjust to him.

As soon as she started to move her hips, he started thrusting in and out of her. She was writhing underneath him, panting his name. He couldn’t believe it; it looked like she might come again. He had never bedded a virgin that had done that, but then Granger had always been an achiever. He was going to make her scream.

He quickened his pace, to his amazement, so did she. She didn’t just lay there, she was thrusting her hips on pace with him, squeezing his cock as he plummeted into her depths. He was nearly there, but he wanted her to come again as well.

He brought his hand down to her clit. He stroked her along with the thrusting, and her breathing increased again. She cried out his name again, and squeezed him as she came. That was all he needed.

Her pussy milked his cock and his seed spilled into her. He couldn’t remember the last time he had done that. Usually he would just pull out and make a mess, but he didn’t want to do that to her. She was too good for that. His breathing started to slow, and so did hers. He was exhausted. So was she apparently because she had fallen asleep, both of them not realizing that they were missing their classes.