Help Me Draco

Hermione was making her rounds a few evenings later. The halls were clear and she found her mind wondering. Was Draco right? Did she make a mistake in choosing Ron? She wanted to be with someone she trusted, so why not Ron?



It seemed to be a good idea, she trusted Ron, he wouldn’t treat her badly, or so she thought. She let out a sigh. It was pointless going over and over what had happened or what she thought she might feel.



She cleared the end of a dark corridor then turned to make her way back. Before she moved two feet, a strong arm grabbed her about the waist and yanked her into a nearby closet. It was an empty closet, but supplies weren’t needed in the corridor since the classrooms weren’t used.



Draco muttered a silencing charm and locked the door. He had her pinned against the wall in mere moments and one strong hand held her wrists in a fist behind her back. She pulled but his grip was firm. She had no idea how strong he was.



“Let me go.” She said. She tried to be firm but she knew her voice was shaking.



Draco’s answer was to cover her lips in a kiss, this one not as hard as the one before but Hermione felt her body ignite immediately. He opened his mouth and it made her own lips part. His tongue was just as powerful as it had been and she responded as he tasted her, thrusting his tongue again and again.



Hermione had never felt such a surge of lust before and she gasped as she felt his palm cover her pussy through her jeans. Her eyes flew open and she pulled on his hands again.



“No, no, don’t try to get away.” He said against her lips. “No more running away.” He reached up and unfastened her jeans, quickly pulling the zipper down. When he slipped his fingers into her knickers she shifted her hips, but he pressed his body against hers, holding her in place.



“Draco, stop.” She told him, trying in vain to move.



“My name sounds good on your lips.” He shoved his whole hand into her knickers and palmed her pussy.



“Draco.” She cried out, and froze at the contact. His fingers were smooth and while they were film, they were not hurting her.



“That’s two. I wonder how many times I can get you to say my name?” He asked, then let his fingers slide over her lips. “Already wet. Didn’t I tell you this was enjoyable?”



He parted his lips and eased a digit inside her. Hermione panted and looked at his eyes, as they drilled into hers. Her body filled with a new sensation, one that she was unfamiliar with. It suddenly in creased and she felt it flow through her veins and she fought to breathe.



“I doubt you let anyone try to find this before have you?” He asked in a seductive whisper. “You do know what I am touching down you?” He asked.



She knew. She had studied enough biology book to know that the rapid flicks he was giving were right on her clit. He was focused not on her lips but higher. She nodded but said nothing.



He moved away from her clit and slid two fingers inside her, thrusting in and out slowly. Hermione was reeling in the pleasure. She had expected this with Ron was didn’t get it. She led her head roll against the wall, and Draco took full advantage of it, driving in to taste her neck.



He felt her pulse throbbing rapidly under his tongue, as he planting open mouthed kisses and sucked her flesh. She was a hot one, when she had the right partner that is. Hermione had chosen another virgin for her first time, a virgin who didn’t like to cease control the way she needed. Draco was no virgin, and he knew just what Hermione needed. She needed a more debauched mind, someone who wouldn’t be pushed around by her controlling nature.



Hermione was moaning with a need, but it was a need she didn’t understand. She wanted something but she didn’t know how to get it. Her legs parted slightly, only she didn’t realize that they did. She was arching into his hands, thrusting against his fingers. She looked down her body and saw the muscles of his forearm flexing, the lacy band of her knickers covered his wrist.



Draco was rock hard but he wasn’t planning on fucking her. He just wanted her to have this teasing interlude to enjoy. He could tell from her reaction that she would want more. Her appetite would only be whetted but not sated, and that was the plan.



She was groaning loudly by this point but she wouldn’t be heard. He kissed her again and this time, she actively responded, dueling his tongue with her. Her whimpers and cried fill his throat. He let go of her wrists and hugged her waist close to him. She wrapped her arms around his shoulders and felt wave after wave of glorious pleasure wash over her.



Draco smiled with an arrogant, but well earned pride as he listened to her shrieks and cries. A new wetness coated his fingers, and her pussy tightened down on him. She would feel just delicious squeezing down on his cock. He wondered if she knew she had fucked his fingers on her own, if she knew her body functions on instinct alone and let her feel this.



He kept an arm around her and eased his hand from her knickers, as much as it pained him to do so. He refastened her jeans and while her eyes were still closed, brought his fingers up to his lips. He sniffed and was pleased at the natural aroma he knew he would find. He gave him fingers a lick, and smiled. Not too sweet but not musky. A nice clean taste was more his cup of tea.



She had opened her eyes just as he cleaned up his fingers. “How are you my jewel?” He asked, and Hermione couldn’t have found a sexier voice to save her life. “I assume from all of your reading that you know what that was?”



She nodded. “I had an orgasm.” She said simply, but her throat was dry from panting.



“You most certainly did.” He leaned down and kissed her lips, and whispered to her. “You see what you get when you have the right partner.



Hermione had no response. What could she say to that? She let him steady her then unlock the closet. He stuck his head out and made sure the halls were still deserted. She walked by his side to the end of the corridor then left toward her own tower without saying anything to him.



Draco let her go. She would think about what happened no doubt and most likely consult a book or two about it. He would let her feel this for awhile then give her something else. Whistling a little tune, he walked to Slytherin house.



Hermione did think, while she lay in bed. Why hadn’t she felt anything like that with Ron. She trusted him, she didn’t trust Malfoy. Well Draco, now. Given what they did tonight, she was entitled to use his name, and she would.



He had such control and knew exactly what to do. She didn’t have to direct him or tell him what pace to keep. All she had to do was enjoy it. This was how it should have been with Ron. He was the one she was closer with. It made more sense. Why did she feel this with Draco? She went to sleep more confused then she had ever been.







The next day she had a study period early, and as she was getting a book from an aisle in the library she saw Draco walking toward her from the other end. She locked eyes with him as he came toward her. He was walking with a grin, but her face was anything but happy. She hadn’t answered any of her own questions and was still just as confused by him.



“Have a good morning so far?” He asked, leaning on his hip against the built in desks.



“Why did you do it?” She asked without preamble.



“You mean last night in the closet?” He asked innocently, then chuckled at her expression. “I thought you enjoyed it. Or did my ears deceive me?”



“Whethr I enjoyed it has nothing to do with why you did it.” She told him.



He took a step closer and brought body close to hers. “Actually, it has a lot to do with it. I did it because I wanted you to enjoy it, and for no other reason. You needed to feel that.”



“I didn’t need that at all.” She countered.



“I disagree. Its obvious Weasley wasn’t able to give you that. Or the case was probably that you didn’t let him give it to you.” Draco said. “You need to let go and let someone else take charge, you can feel the most wonderful things. Last night was only a sample of what is possible when you trust someone enough.”



“I trusted Ron and it backfired.” She said, with blaring eyes.



“Sure you trust Ron, but not enough to give up control. Ron was a virgin too, and didn’t know how to be aggressive with you. You can’t have sex thinking that it’s a series of things that happen. It’s an experience, not a task and you chose the wrong person to fuck.”



“Are you telling me that you are the right person?” She asked.



“I just might be.” He leaned closer. “You reaction last night was proof enough that you enjoy what I can do for you. All you have to do it let it happen.” He gave her a kiss and then left.



He was sitting at his desk for several minutes when she came out of the aisle and gather her back. She would be thinking hard over what he said, he would bet galleons on it.