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Hermione snuck through the kitchens and headed for the back area where the House Elves worked. The poor little guys seemed to work all the time, and it was bloody unfair in her opinion. However, it was true that they had an obscene amount of poor for supposedly helpless creatures. Their magic was some of the most complex, powerful magic in the world, for example. Sadly, it was used primarily to feed, clothe and care for wizards who mistreated them.

“Psst!!! Dobby!” called out Hermione, shuffling nervously, as the other House Elves stared witheringly at her. They will still sore about S.P.E.W.

“Dobby is here. Dobby likes serving Ms. Granger.” The little House Elf appeared with a blink, his wide eyes enormously round, on his pasty sunken in features.

“Dobby, Ronald wants more treacle tarts. Can you possibly?”

“Yes, of course, Dobby will make the tarts himself!” declared Dobby exaggerated. His skinny arm flailed and she nodded, her head bobbing slightly in relief.

Ron could be very nasty when he did not get his way immediately. Ronald was so dear to her, she did not mind. She was his girlfriend and some day, his wife. Harry was less demanding and strangely, it was a let down. All Hermione had ever wanted was to be useful to him, but it seemed he was more interested in fighting with Umbridge.

Dobby blinked back in and handed her a carefully wrapped bundle. “Dobby is hoping Master Weasley finds this the most delicious!” The Elf said empathetically, and Hermione smiled warmly. “I am sure he will.”


Hermione scurried out of the kitchen and stumbled down the hall towards the Gryffindor common rooms, before slamming into a hard, male body. Hermione gasped as one of the treacle tarts smashed flat into the broad chest of Draco Malfoy,

Pale, silvery blond hair fell into Draco’s eyes as he sneered down at his shirt. “Clumsy mudblood. Watch where you are going.”

His hand grabbed the treacle tart and brushed it off his robes, before he tossed it to the floor. He stared at his fingers covered in the sticky, honey crumbles and he held his fingers out to her. “Lick it off,” he whispered commandingly, his silver eyes searing into her amber brown ones.

At those words, Hermione felt a pulse in her pelvic area and she could feel heat rushing to her face. Draco smiled slightly. “Come on Granger, we both know you want too.”

Hermione opened her mouth to rebuke him and he slid his fingers inside her mouth. Hermione convulsively licked and sucked at his fingertips until they were clean. He held the sticky palm up and with a deftness that surprised her, he had inserted his palm between her legs.

Draco pushed her back into the alcove, and pulled up her robes. Hermione gasped feeling the sweet stickiness between her legs and she moaned as his fingers caressed her folds there.

“No knickers, dare I say you are going to see the Weasel,” purred Draco, and Hermione squirmed, closing her legs but her nipples had hardened and the ache was becoming unbearable.

“Well, how clumsy of me to get you all sticky down there. I guess I will have to clean you up for him.” Draco bent down and pushed her legs apart, his tongue diving into her folds, licking and suckling her clit, where his palm had rested only moments before.

Hermione trembled and held onto the bundle as tightly as she could, not wishing to drop anymore, but her legs were buckling from the pleasure rolling through her at Draco’s intimate exploration. Draco’s tongue dove inside and he could hear breathy cries of pleasure erupting from Hermione’s throat in strangled sound. She was fighting the pleasure but Draco knew it felt the best then. He vigorously began to lap hard at the juices, which were now freely flowing from her pretty, little Gryffindor cunt.

“Gods, who knew that Mudblood tasted like honey,” whispered Draco, and he exhaled hot breath on her now sensitive clit. He flicked his tongue viscously there, until finally Hermione exploded. Shuddering she fell backwards against the wall, the treacle tarts spilling to the floor, crumbling to dust besides her feet.

Hermione cried out in dismay, and Draco straightened, unbuckling his pants, and he pushed her further back against the wall. “You want me don’t you,” his icy eyes slide over her coldly as he spoke.

“Yes,” stammered Hermione, and she gasped hard, as Draco suddenly shoved inside of her, pushing her hard up into the wall, burying his cock inside her pussy to the hilt.

“Say my name, mudblood,” whispered Draco in her ear, tonguing the shell of her ear as he pumped steadily inside her, driving her into the wall.

“SAY it,” he purred softer, as Hermione began to sob his name, each time in thrust in deeper and deeper until she felt her cunt exploding.

“Draco! Gods, Draco!!!” she whispered brokenly, feeling as though she was betraying something with Ron, but it was for him that she did this. To save him and Harry. They would never understand though.

“Do you cum like this for the moron twins?” hissed Draco, as he pistoned inside her. He drew out of her entirely and then he slammed back inside, stabbing her hot, moist center until she was nearly cross-eyed. Her words were broken pleas for him to continue, praying his name. It was a mantra and she moaned heavily, after a particular violent thrust hit her cervix, and she felt sure she was dying.

“No, they don’t, nobody does this to me Draco, not like you,” purrs Hermione, and she whimpers as she climaxes again, Draco cursed under his breath and slammed inside of her expelling his seed, filling her up.

…..


A pair of angry eyes watched them from the corner, hidden there, watching the exchange with a vicious jealousy raging in his heart. Hermione Granger was going to pay, and luckily for her, Ronald Weasley, knew just how that little Mudblood Tart liked it. Ron took off back to his room, not bothering to stick around. He had things to set into motion.

….

Draco leaned against her panting hard, still inside her. Hermione’s lips had parted softly, and her breath came out in soft huffs against his neck. Gods, she was like heaven every time he was inside her. If anyone had told him that he would willingly be inside the filthy Ms. Granger, he would have hexed their bits off.

As it was, he was growing attached to her. Malfoy smoothed her hair off her neck, and stared at the lily-white patch of skin, pressing a hot kiss against it. “Do you have any idea how good you feel inside?” murmured Draco, and he stared into her hot, smoking amber eyes, dazed with passion still.

“You make me want you all over again, when you look at me so innocent like that. We both know you aren’t. You are playing those two fools, anyone could see that,” sneered Draco, and he bit down on the pulse of her neck. Hermione cried out and Draco shoved deeper inside her, holding her in place against the wall. Hermione breathed hard, her eyes flashing with something akin to anger. “I don’t know what you are talking about Malfoy,” she hissed softly.

Malfoy laughed as she tried to get free from him. “You get off on them using you. Hell, you probably get off on me, using you. I bet that is how you keep two hormonal teenagers in line. You do not want to lose your best friends. Your only friends here, Mudblood. You are damned devious and at first I thought it was just abusive Gryffindor shit, but now I realize that you are just a slut, and you are using it to your advantage.”

“I’m not a slut,” whispered Hermione, and she closed her eyes.

Malfoy jerked one last time inside of her, and pulled out of her. Hermione’s stumbled to her knees on the ground, staring up at him.

Draco stared hard at her. “Then why do you let me treat you like one? If you were mine, I would treat you like a queen, not a fucking merry-go-round.”

With that cryptic statement, Draco turned on his heel, dropping his robes, his boots crushing into the treacle tart on the floor, grinding it to dust.

Hermione watched Draco walk away and she sighed at the broken pastries. Ron would be furious with her. Hermione slowly got to her feet and walked gingerly towards the dorm rooms..



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