Interschool Relations - Wicked Games

Interschool Relations - Wicked Games





Chapter Five: Hermione Blows It





Draco stormed into the Slytherin common room, still hot and bothered from watching the girls kiss. He needed to find Pansy or wank before attempting to finish his Potions essay. His plans changed, however, when he saw Anna crossing the common room, heading toward the exit.



“Where do you think you’re going?” Draco demanded.



“To the library,” Anna replied frostily.



Draco lunged forward, grabbed Anna’s arm, and pulled her toward the stairs that led down to the Slytherin bedrooms. “No you’re not,” he retorted, his voice thick with anticipation. “You have some explaining to do.”



He dragged Anna into his bedroom. The Slytherin dormitories provided each student with his or her own private room. Draco’s was a typical specimen – king-sized bed with a green and silver comforter, silk sheets, and green velvet draperies. An ornate chandelier and full-length mirror proudly displayed a serpent theme in their molded silverwork.



Draco forcefully propelled Anna into the room and locked the door. He blocked it with his body.



“Why were you kissing that Mudblood?” he asked.



“You wouldn’t understand, Draco,” Anna replied. “She’s been driving me crazy since first year. Her grades are as good as mine. She flagrantly disregards her filthy lowborn status and her proper place in the wizarding world. I don’t know…” She looked directly at Draco, her eyes blazing. “It was erotic and…thrilling…to kiss something so dirty and so forbidden.”



Draco unclasped his belt. His gray eyes gleamed with lust. “Such indiscretion must be punished,” he said. “You need to clean your mouth out with a large dose of pureblood cock. Otherwise, your so-called father won’t be pleased when I tell him you’ve been snogging a Mudblood.”



Anna froze. “He wouldn’t believe you,” she said.



“He’ll believe anything I say,” Draco smirked victoriously. “He’d beat you and throw you out of his crumbling old excuse of a castle if he found out.”



Anna reluctantly dropped her bag, accepting the truth of his statement.



Draco pulled his expensive, dragonskin belt through the loops of his pants and tossed it onto the floor. “You really ought to be pleasuring me of your own accord, you know. We all know old Ghorier’s fortune is gone, which makes you poor. Of course, I can’t marry you; father would never allow it. The Malfoys like to know their family tree in great detail. But maybe, in the future, I’ll make you my mistress and throw you a few galleons here and there -- if you show that you can please me.” He sat on the edge of the bed. “Come here,” Draco ordered.



Anna sat on the edge of the bed, next to Draco. Draco’s heart pounded. He’d half expected she wouldn’t comply. If he’d asked to fuck her, she would have said no. Anna had an annoying self-righteous streak, and would rather take a beating from her father than give herself completely to Draco. But a blow job, on the other hand, was something she’d given him before. Once. This past summer. The price she had to pay for looking at a book in Malfoy Manor. Draco loved having the upper hand, watching her suck his cock while she was angry and humiliated for having to do it. He was glad she wasn’t a total slut like Pansy. Conquest was sweeter this way.



He wiped her lips with his thumb, pressing roughly, leaving her lips tantalizingly swollen. “That’s to get rid of Mudblood germs,” he said. “Now take off your shirt.”



“Draco…” Anna protested.



“Every time you do a forbidden thing, we’re going to take this one step further,” Draco told her, his voice hoarse with desire, “so you’d better start being a good girl.”



Anna removed her tie and unbuttoned her shirt, revealing a slender, firm abdomen and a white lace bra that squeezed her breasts together. Draco felt his body responding. Anna nervously slid her shirt off and placed it on the bed. The dungeons were cold. She tried not to laugh. Draco wanted to feel he was dominating her, which required a demure act on her part. Anna was not shy, but things had to play out in a certain way.



“Take off your bra,” Draco commanded.



“But you said my shirt-” Anna objected.



“Take it off or I will,” Draco threatened. The skimpy white bra barely concealed her high, round breasts.





Hermione and Ron returned to their Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom, where they found Dumbledore informing the class that they should study chapter eight of their textbooks for the next lesson. The rest of the class filed out of the room. Harry and Dumbledore remained behind.



“Where have you been?” Harry inquired, spotting Ron and Hermione. “You won’t believe what happened. Moody wasn’t really Lupin – he was Crouch and he got away during the night!”



This information didn’t affect Ron. Nothing could shock him more than seeing Hermione kiss Anna. He had been eyeing her as though she was an alien from Alpha Centauri on the walk back to the classroom. He really had no idea what Harry had just said. All he could think about was girls kissing each other.



Hermione, on the other hand, understood perfectly. “Are you sure Crouch really left?” she asked anxiously, her mind whirring.



“You think he might still be in the castle?” Dumbledore asked, looking at her curiously from behind his spectacles.



“It’s just…Anna…” Hermione began. “Professor Dumbledore, I know it sounds loony, but I swear Anna Ghorier didn’t exist until this morning. Everyone seems to know her except for me. I’ve never seen her in my life. Don’t you think Crouch could have done a spell to transform himself into this girl and make everyone believe she’s been a student here? That way he’s still in the castle. He can still carry out his plan.”



“You mean you kissed Barty Crouch?” Ron roared.



“What?” Harry asked, looking quizzically at Hermione.



“Nothing…Anna kissed me a few minutes ago in the hall,” Hermione said, turning red. Yuck. What if she’d been kissed by a horny Barty Crouch disguised as Anna? “That’s not important now. Professor Dumbledore, what do you think? Could Anna be Crouch?”



“It hardly seems likely,” Dumbledore mused. “For one thing, I was away from the castle all night, so the spell would not have affected me. I remember Anna. For another,” he smiled, “is it not more likely that you have been put under a spell to forget Anna, rather than a thousand people falsely remembering her?”



“Or you’ve gone mad,” Harry interjected, trying to be helpful. “You’re always saying you wish Anna didn’t exist. Maybe you just went mental and decided she didn’t. Stress of O.W.L.s or something.”



“Check your map, Harry,” Hermione urged. “If Anna is really Crouch, the map should show his true name. Then we’ll know.”



“Er…map?” Harry asked loudly. He didn’t want Dumbledore to know about it.



“I believe she is referring to the Marauder’s Map,” Dumbledore said helpfully.



Harry took the map out of his robe pocket and unrolled it. “You knew I had this?” he asked.



Dumbledore nodded, his blue eyes twinkling. “I have a similar document in my office. I believe that’s where your father and his friends got the idea for their map. Quite useful for running a school…though I can’t imagine why a student would want such an item.”



Ron stabbed his index finger at the map. “There. Annajen Mereg Ghorier. She’s in the dungeons…oh…”



They all saw that Anna was in a dungeon bedroom with Draco Malfoy.



Harry blushed. “Not Barty Crouch,” he said.



Hermione wanted to bang her fist into a table. She was sure there was a sinister secret surrounding Anna. Maybe Crouch had been able to change the name on the map. If he’d done a spell to make everyone believe in Anna, why not. And there was something so odd about that name. Annajen Mereg Ghorier. Thanks to Hermione’s experience with runes and word puzzles, she quickly saw that Anna’s full name was an anagram of ‘Hermione Jane Granger.’ That was extremely weird. Anna, who are you, what are you doing here…Hermione wondered. If only I could get inside your mind, I’d know-



Suddenly, Hermione was standing in a cold, drafty dungeon room, holding a brassiere. She looked down at her exposed breasts. They weren’t hers. Her skin was more golden. Flawless. Her breasts were high, full, and delectable. She dropped the brassiere and cupped her breasts in her hands. They felt amazing. Her stomach was flat and sexy, her waist slender. A cool breeze blew across her body.



“Fuck. You’re fucking gorgeous,” Draco’s voice said.



Hermione looked up, startled. She blushed furiously and stopped fondling her new body. Why am I in a dungeon room with Draco? Am I Anna? she wondered. She turned her head and glanced at her reflection in Draco’s ornate silver wall mirror. Oh my god, I am Anna! She was stunning. Her silky black hair cascaded down her back and shoulders. There was a feline grace to her body. Her dark eyes blazed sensuously. Her lips were full and kissable. She couldn’t believe she was standing here, nude from the waist up, with Draco Malfoy on the bed in front of her.



Suddenly, Draco pulled her onto the bed and flipped her onto her back. Her breasts jiggled as he lay her down on the cool sheets. Draco ripped his white school shirt off, leaving him in an undershirt. His biceps had gotten bigger since last year, strong and bulging.



Hermione’s knickers were drenched as Draco caressed her breast with his pale hand. With his lips and tongue, he traced circles around her nipple, finally closing his mouth over it. Hermione’s body twitched. His mouth was hot and felt exquisite. He raked his thumb over her other nipple. Hermione gasped. She felt his erection, like an iron rod, grind against her skirt. She loved the feel of his hard body against her.



His mouth covered hers in a passionate kiss. This was Hermione’s second kiss and it was happening only a few minutes after her first! It was different than kissing Anna, Hermione noted. Draco was kissing harder, desperate with need. His lips were full and sweet, though…those lips that had been so cruel, that called her horrible names…



“I want to have sex with you, Anna,” Draco whispered, thick with need, against her neck.



Hermione realized she was in a vulnerable position, prone on her back, her legs spread enough that Draco’s erect organ was right where it needed to be. His hand moved under her skirt, lifting her hips. She was immensely turned on, but fearful, knowing it hurt the first time. And this was Draco Malfoy, who hated her and Ron and Harry – she couldn’t lose her virginity to their enemy! Wait – but she wasn’t Hermione, she was Anna, technically. Was Anna a virgin? Oh lord, was Anna going to kill her for taking over her body?



His hand cupped her arse. Any second now he could pull down her knickers. She wanted Draco inside her, badly. To feel the forbidden pleasure of this egotistical, disgustingly wealthy Slytherin prince join his body to hers. Draco didn’t want her, though. He’d be horrifed to find out she was Hermione.



He sensed her hesitation. Embarrassed, realizing he’d been begging, Draco rolled off her and lay on his back, his head on the pillows. “Fine,” he growled. He unzipped his fly and pulled out his rigid cock. “Take your punishment then,” he said angrily.



Hermione knew she ought to try to leave Anna’s body. Draco stroked his cock. When would she ever be in this position again, in Draco’s bed, his eyes nearly scorching her with lust? But clearly she was supposed to give Draco a blow job, and Hermione had never done that before. Anna was probably good at it. She stared at Draco’s cock, uncertain.



At least now Hermione finally understood why all the girls had been giggling in Potions that day they’d had to slice up a Spearhead mushroom as an ingredient (and why the boys had been wincing). The mushroom was long, thick, and looked exactly like a penis. Hermione had always imagined a cock looked like a pale sausage, but it didn’t.



“Well? Suck it!” Draco said impatiently.



Hermione felt disoriented, confused, and extremely nervous. “Er, you have your own room,” she said.



“Of course I do,” Draco snapped. “What’s the matter with you?”



“It’s just…Gryffindors share a room,” Hermione stammered.



“Well, that figures. Gryffindor is mostly Weasleys and they can’t afford their own rooms,” Draco said. “Now put your mouth where it belongs, woman!”



Hermione’s instinct was to slap him, but he looked so fucking gorgeous lying on the bed with his ivory skin, cruel, lustful expression and molten silver eyes, that she was mesmerized. She knelt between Draco’s spread thighs and leaned toward his erect cock, curious. A drop of clear liquid glistened on the tip. Hermione hesitantly touched the mushroom-like top of Draco’s shaft. Though stiff, the penis swayed. Hermione grabbed the base with her hand to hold it steady, like a microphone. Experimentally, she licked the underside of the cock, running her tongue up the smooth shaft and over the flared bit.



“Mmm…” Draco murmured.



Then Hermione remembered a tidbit of information. Was it Lavender or Parvati who’d said it, or was she accessing a memory from Anna’s brain? At any rate, she knew where the male sweet spot was, and she had an idea. Again, she extended her tongue and licked the sensitive nerve cluster, then blew on it. She engulfed the tip with her hot mouth and began sucking, sliding her mouth up and down while squeezing the base with her hand.



“Oh god, that’s good,” Draco groaned.



Draco’s groans of pleasure sent electric throbs to Hermione’s sex. She continued sucking, and swirled her tongue along his hard shaft. Draco reached down and cupped her breast. His hand was searing hot against her nipple. Another electric jolt ran through Hermione’s body and she squeezed Draco’s cock gently with her teeth. She raked her teeth up his shaft, causing Draco to moan. Her juices were flowing now, and she felt moisture between her thighs, whether it was sweat or lubrication she didn’t know. She desperately wanted to grind against something. Excited and frustrated, she became more aggressive with Draco’s cock, increasing her pressure and speed, her tongue darting like a wild creature, both her hands massaging the base of his cock.



There was a bang on Draco’s door. Hermione panicked, forgetting she was Anna at the moment. They can’t find me – Hermione Granger, a Gryffindor - in here with Draco, she thought wildly. And, abruptly, Draco’s room disappeared.



She found herself stumbling in a corridor elsewhere in the castle. Harry, with quick reflexes, grabbed her around the waist as she nearly toppled over, and held her tightly for a few seconds. “You okay?” he asked with concern.



Hermione was still incredibly horny, and pressed against Harry’s body in a more-than-friends way, until she realized what she was doing and pulled away, horrified. She still felt the sensation of Draco’s firm cock in her mouth, and in her confusion she reached up to make sure it wasn’t there. She touched her chest, confirming she had a shirt on. The memory of Draco’s hot hand on her breast lingered. She touched her hair. Frizzy. Yes, she was Hermione again.



Harry and Ron were staring at her strangely. Oh god, what had she been doing for the past few minutes? Hopefully not sucking the air, giving an imaginary blowjob.



“What have I been doing?” she asked.



“Er, walking,” Harry said, flustered from the few seconds Hermione had ground her backside against his thigh.



“Have I been acting weird?” Hermione inquired.



“You mean besides kissing Anna Ghorier and claiming she doesn’t exist?” Ron asked sarcastically.



Hermione thought hard about the last few minutes, and, to her surprise, she remembered what had happened. Dumbledore had given Harry a portkey detector ring so he couldn’t be whisked away to Voldemort unexpectedly. Then she, Harry, and Ron had left the classroom and walked down the hall. Had she really just been Anna, in Draco’s room, giving him a blow job? Maybe Harry was right and she was going mad because of O.W.L.s this year.



“Anyhow, as I was saying before, are you guys going to the party tonight?” Ron asked, changing the subject.