Care to Play?

Hermione had rounds a week later, but the partnerships were now over. She did however know that Draco had rounds at the same time as her, although in a different section. She knew what to do though.



She made sure to pass a hallway where he would spot her. She looked up and saw him watching her from a higher staircase. She gave him the same smile she did in the library then took off running toward the lower levels that they had patrolled earlier.



She looked back once during the chase and just as she thought, she saw him following her. She sped up and jumped behind a statue, concealing herself in darkness. She knew he would follow if she ran, men loved a good chase, even she knew that.



He came up to the hall and stopped close to her, looking from one end to the other. She couldn’t see his face but she knew he was confused about her disappearance. She looked around the niche and judged the room in the pitch black hiding place.



Smiling to herself she moved out without making a sound. Slipping an arm around his waist and under his arm to grip his shoulder she pulled him back into the niche with her. Just as she suspected, he didn’t struggle at all.



Pulling him into the darkness she stood on the step against the wall, lifting her but several inches. Reaching up she grabbed a handful of silken white blonde hair and pulled his head back against her shoulder.



“Hello Draco,” she said into his ear, “lovely evening isn’t it.” While she spoke she worked his robes open and slid her hand under his jumper feeling his skin, he was warm from running to catch her.



“Yes, I suppose it is.” He said, not pulling his hair from her grasp, and letting his head roll where she guided it. She was reaching down with her other hand, now out of his jumper and down his trousers, feeling for his cock through the fabric.



“Uh Granger, I don’t think…..” He felt for her hand with one of his, but she pushed him away, stroking his erection again.



“Don’t think Draco.” She breathed into his ear. She released his hair and reached around with both hands this time and worked his trousers open. “Move and countermove, remember.” She whispered. She slipped a hand inside and wrapped her fingers around him. He was thicker then Viktor, longer too.



Taking his shoulder, she moved from behind him and threw him against the wall. He let out a grunt as his body hit the stone. Before he had time to react she dropped on her knees and pulled out his cock.



“Granger,” he took her wrist, “you don’t have to…..” He sucked in a sharp breathe as he pulled him out and covered his head with her lips. The grip on her hand eased but as she slid her lips up and down his shaft she couldn’t ignore his gasping and the tension in his body. She looked up and the shock in his eyes was a thrilling result.



Rolling her wrist she stroked his shaft while she continued to slide her lips up and down. She paused, gave him a wink, and slid down as far as she could until she gagged slightly from his probe at the back of her throat. Viktor always like noises and she found herself exaggerating them most of the time. With Draco however the gags she let out were very much genuine and she delighted in seeing him react in the manner he did. Draco fought to control his breathing. His hand was still on her wrist but at this point Hermione thought it might be to help steady himself.



She continued on with her own form of torture and felt his body tense even more. She knew what was coming, Viktor had reacted in the same manner and that was the only experience she had to draw on. Viktor always pulled her away when this time approached having some need to finish himself off while shagging.



“Granger……you really……you should stop…….you really should stop.” He gasped trying to control his breathing and failing miserable.



She ignored his warning and moved faster until his hand began twitching. She pulled her lips off and stroked him harder tightening her grip. In record time Draco let out a grunt and spewed forth. The semen hit his wrist and the arm of her robes in a three bursts.



She looked up at Draco and saw his head resting against the wall, his chest rising and falling with his breathes. She rose up on her knees and took out her wand. Lifting his wrist she flicked her wand and cleaned his skin. He closed his fingers and looked at his hand after the spell, then caught sight of her robes. “I’m sorry….I didn’t….” He was embarrassed at having spilled on her robes.



“It’s alright, don’t worry about it.” She quickly cleaned up her robes and smiled at him. With a gentleness that drove Draco mad, she put him back into his trousers and zipped him up, even smoothing his jumper and straightening his tie. “Have a good night Draco.” She leaned in and kissed his cheek, then knowing that he wouldn’t be able to run after her, took off skipping down the corridor.



Draco stayed where he was for a few moments, then slowly made his way back to Slytherin house. He didn’t stop to think until he had changed and slid into bed. Closing the bed curtains he stared into the darkness and thought about what just happened to him. He had never had a blow job before, and he had received it first from Granger.



He had to admit that when Granger first started this little game he was amused, now he wondered at her intentions. Why on earth had she done that? It seemed to be a bit unusual that an act as intimate as that would be her move.



She said she didn’t expect anything from him, and that all she was doing was playing chess. Was that how she saw him, as a game? For some reason the thought saddened him, but then he thought about her actions tonight. Move, countermove she had told him. Well he could move and countermove with the best of them.



Giving himself a grin worth of Salazar Slytherin himself, he laced his fingers and brought them behind his head.







Hermione had waited a week for Malfoy’s next move. Considering what her last move had been and how aggressive she was with him, she had no doubt that he was concocting something worthy enough to be called a countermove at all.



As she was leaving Transfiguration, engulfed in a mass of students moving out the door, she saw Malfoy move past her. She felt something slip into her hand, and when she was safe in the library she read it.



‘Same place tonight, midnight’



He had to mean the dark niche in the lower levels. What was he going to do? She smiled to herself as she sat at her desk. It had to be something big this time. Kisses and touches were now pointless after what she had done to him.



She didn’t think he would go too far, but just to be safe she took a contraceptive potion a few days ago. It would last her for the next month. She doubted Malfoy would have sex in mind, well at least full on intercourse. Considering the extent that she herself had gone to during their last meeting she had no doubt that he had used the past week to come up with something equally as nefarious.



That night she again too care with her appearance, showering with her favorite gel, and using a spell to straighten her hair. She wore her black pleated skirt and red jumper under her robes. Whatever Malfoy had in mind she was ready.



She crept along the hallways, making sure she wasn’t seen. She wasn’t forbidden to move around the castle after curfew, she was a prefect after all, but she just didn’t want to have to explain herself to anyone.



She quickly made it to the hallway and found her niche, backing into it slowly. She froze when she backed into a body then somewhat relaxed when a familiar arm came around her waist.



He had beaten her here, and she had arrived twenty minutes early. He leaned down and she let her head fall to the side as his lips came down to her ear.



“Why did you do it?” He asked.



So he wanted to know why she did it. Of all the questions he could ask why that one? “Why do you ask, didn’t you enjoy it?” She whispered.



“Yes, I did. I never imagined it would feel like that.” He told her, bringing his other arm around her waist and lacing his fingers.



Shock flew through her body. “Was that the first time you had that?” She asked.



“Yes,” he admitted without shame or embarrassment, “now why did you do it.?” He didn’t caress her, he didn’t push her, he just held her. She brought her hands up and rested them over his. He unlaced his hand and wove his fingers with hers. “Why?” He whispered again.



“To be completely honest Draco, I thought it would be fun. We would enjoy this little game we played, making move for move with each other and there would be no strings attached, no demands of each other, no need for false promises or displays of affection that isn’t there. Just what we want, just this.” She said caressing his hands.



“But why me?” He leaned closely letting his lips brush over her ear. “You could do this with anyone. Why me?” She felt her heart race at his genuine curiosity. Why on earth did he need this reassurance? Was he that insecure? Time to come somewhat clean she supposed. Telling him a little something would do any harm.



“I guess I was thinking about what you said at the bookstore.” She leaned her body closer to his and he curved his body into hers. “When you mentioned that the couple on the cover looked like me and you and that …well,…maybe I bought it to fantasize, I couldn’t help but imagine me and you in the story I read.”



“Really?” He said, lifting his head up and down so his cheek brushed against her up to her temple and jaw. “So you decided to do something about it?”



“Yes, I suppose I just couldn’t help myself. You have turned into an attractive man Draco.” She spoke with confidence and knew she had to make her place known. She had to maintain some form of control. She tilted her head to mirror his images and as their faces caressed each other she continued. “You are quite handsome you know Draco, when you aren’t insulting me or scowling. I enjoy seeing that. I enjoy the image. Very becoming and very alluring.”



She tilted her head and kissed his jaw. “But I am curious as to why you responded. I was expecting to hear the word mudb….”



“I don’t use that word anymore.” He said give her a squeeze. “Not anymore.” He went still and she hands moved to her hips. “In fact I do think it is my move isn’t it.”



“Yes it is.” She said. She moved with him as he took several steps back. She was eased into a stone bench and watched as Malfoy kneeled down in front of her. Her eyes widened.



“You don’t have to Draco.” She told him. “Don’t think that you ….”



“Shhh.” He said giving her shoulders a push back into the wall. “Just relax.” Holding her eyes with his, he reached under her skirt and pulled her knickers down her legs. She lifted up just a little to assist.



“Draco have you done this before?” She asked.



“No, but I have a good idea about what to do.” He said. “I’ve been reading too.” He said wagging his eyebrows. She relaxed against the stone wall at her back. Draco lifted her legs over his shoulder and buried his face deep.



His movements were simple, long slow licks, as he ran his hands along her thighs. She spread her thighs wide and tilted her hips directing him in the right direction. He seemed to take the hint and was soon licking higher, hitting her clit with sharp flicks.



She felt his fingers part her lips and two digits slipped inside her. She let her head roll back as Draco worked on her, his fingers moved in and out, his tongue rapidly flicked over her.



She knew what she wanted but she just need a way to direct Draco there. When his tongue flicked up near her clit, she let out a shriek, every time her hot button was touched. Eventually he stayed there and as she cried out more, he locked his lips on it and sucked.



Hermione’s legs widened as far as they could and her body twitched as she convulsed in a racking orgasm. She gave in to every urge to cry out, only controlling the volume that she cried out in. When she calmed down she realized that Draco was holding her firmly, her ass cradled in his hands. How comforting she felt that he was holding her.



He eased her back in the seat and straightened her skirt. “Did you enjoy that?” He asked.



“Yes, I did.” She sat up straight and looked at him. “That was very nice.” She said biting her lip, still feeling the euphoria in her body.



“Good, then it’s your move.” He stood and with his hands behind his back left her sitting in the niche while he left the hall whistling.