Help Me Draco

Hermione had spent the next two days thinking over what Draco had said, trying to find some illogic in his implication. Seeing Ron and Pansy become closer seemed to prove his words though. They seemed so suited and were more then comfortable. Rumors were floating around that they were now dating and neither seemed to be doing anything to counter it.



She thought about how Ron had been with her, but it didn’t make sense. Did Pansy like a man she had to direct? It would seem possible after her rape, but to want a man who had to be told was going a little too far. It would make things worse in her estimation and Pansy would never heal properly. That’s what she had tried to tell them, but neither would listen. Ron and Pansy would have to figure it out on their own since they refused her advice.



She shook her head and left the library, having returned the two books that were due. She had just moved through the lower levels, the hairs on the back of her neck standing up when she passed the closet. She gave it a wide clearance practically climbing the other wall as she moved along.



Just as she approached the huge tapestry a door appeared between the largest of the hangings. She knew it was the room of requirement, but she didn’t summon it. Why did it…….



A hand thrust out and grabbed her arm, dragging her inside, while another yanked her wand from her hand. She didn’t have time to breathe, let alone scream when a hand covered her mouth, and an arm clamped around her waist. She grabbed for the hand at her mouth but just as she pulled, he spoke. “Don’t panic, you know who I am.” Draco said into her ear.



The fear of an unknown assailant fled, but the fear of what Draco was going to do to her emerged. “Stop struggling Granger, I am not going to hurt you.” He said into her ear. She had stilled now, but was still shaking. “Now, I’m going to talk to you and you are going to listen.” He pulled his hand from her mouth, but the moment she drew a breathe to speak he covered it again. “I said I am going to speak and you are going to listen. No talking from you, unless I ask a question. Do you understand?” She managed to tilt her head and look at him, letting him see the anger in her eyes. He only smiled back at her. “I am not letting you go until you agree.”



She knew he meant it, so she had no choice. She nodded and he released his hand from her face. She lifted her finger to rub away his skin from her, but all it did was make him chuckle. “Now Granger, we are going to relax a little, you have been so uptight lately.” He took her hand and she finally saw the layout of the room. It was a bedroom, and he was leading her to a bed.



“Mal…..” Her cry was cut off by a hand on her mouth again, and her body crushed against his. She felt her breasts up against his chest and her nipples betrayed her by puckering.



“I….am…..not….going…..to …..shag….you.” He said slowly bringing his face close to hers and looking intently into her eyes. “We are just going to relax and have a bit of a snog, if anyone needs to remove the broomstick from her arse it’s you.” Her eyes flashed at him, but he just smiled. “I know you like what I did to you in the broom closet. I saw you look at the door when you passed it.”



She tried to avert her eyes but it only make him laugh again. He released his hand and covered her mouth with his. He was kissing her just as aggressively as he had in the closet and Hermione again felt her body respond. She gave in and kissed him back. She had no idea why, but his kiss was all too intoxicating to refuse.



He had the softest lips, and his tongue was a master at searching out her own tongue, forcing it to come out of hiding and play with him. He reached for her arms and wrapped them around her neck, she didn’t give a thought to resisting, his kiss had taken her over like the imperious.



She was lifted off the ground, with two strong hands around her waist. She knew she was being carried to the bed, but she didn’t know if she could break away from his mouth. He was just delicious and she found herself taking more and more. When she was eased onto the bed, she began having second thoughts. She tried shifting away from him but he covered his body with hers and kissed her with more bravado.



Draco wrapped her arms around his shoulders and opened his mouth wide, plunging his tongue eagerly. His hands held her face and turned her back and forth as his kiss moved from one side to the other. His body was completely covering hers, and she was getting high on the hardness she felt. He seemed to be the same size as Ron but would he be skilled or would she be disappointed again? From his kiss she didn’t she would be, but she didn’t think Ron would be a disappointment.



Draco had turned her head to the side and was attacking her neck, licking and sucking at her skin, from down near her collar bone up to her ear. He gave her earlobe a gentle suck. “I’m going to eat your pussy Granger.” He whispered.



“No!” Hermione pushed at him, but he grabbed her hands, lacing her fingers in his and pinning them above her head.



“Why not?” He asked, planting kissed all over her face. He was targeting her lips but she was turning her head this way and that, but it didn’t matter, he still had her pinned down.



“Only whores let men do that.” She said, still avoiding his kisses, although he had managed to plant a few on her lips.



“I don’t know where you get your information Granger, but you couldn’t be farther from the truth if you tried.” He looked down at her. “Men do that with women they want to be closer to. A whore is someone you fuck and don’t care about.” He leaned down and kissed her. “To taste a women, however, there is nothing more intimate then that.” He flicked his tongue over her lips.



“I can’t…..” She said but was cut off.



“Granger, you are going to have to relax at some point,” he stretched her arms above her head, “let someone else take over,” he kissed her lips, “and teach you a few things.” She felt something grab her wrists and looked up.



Her wrists were tied with two Slytherin neck ties, securing her to the bed frame. She tugged but they didn’t give. “Let me go.” She demanded, but his only response was to kiss her again.



She tried to refuse but he just moved to her neck. He reached down with both hands and cupped her ass through her jeans. No matter how many times she told her body to behave, it wouldn’t. She was on fire and no matter what she did she couldn’t stop it.



Draco rose up and straddles her thighs, pulling apart her button and zipper. “Draco, don’t.” She said.



“You want this. I know you do.” He told her, and yanked her jeans and knickers down her hips. “Stop denying yourself. You won’t feel anything unless you let yourself go once in a while.” He pulled her pants off her legs, dislodging her sandals in the process.



“I don’t want….” she tried to pull on the ties again but they were secure.



“Yes, you do. I can smell you from here.” He stripped off his shirt and for a moment Hermione was spellbound at the image. He was more slender then Ron and not as muscular but he was tone and defined. His chest was smooth and from the looks of it, soft to the touch, most likely warm too.



He reached for her legs and she pulled them to the side, but it was pointless. Slipping the fingers of both hands between her knees, he parted her legs with ease and dropped his body between them.



Hermione felt her face burn with embarrassment. She pulled again, but again, nothing. “Draco, don’t do this.” She said, but his answer was a long slow lick from the bottom of her pussy to the top.



She let out a gasp and her thighs twitched. She had never felt anything like that before. Draco dropped his head again and gave her another lick. She felt oddly enough like she was being cleaned, but she felt anything but clean.



Draco pulled away and brushed his fingers over her slit, petting her like a pet. “I told you, didn’t I? Just relax and enjoy it.” He said, still caressing her, but this time parting her lips with each stroke.



“Why are you doing this?” She asked, having closed her eyes at this point.



“Because Granger, we both need this.” He said. “You need someone to teach you that this isn’t dirty, and I need to taste you. I have to taste you. I’ve already tasted your juice and its not enough.” He spread her lips open and dove in for a drink.



Hermione gasped out. She could feel his tongue plunging in and out of her. He was licking her everywhere and she couldn’t dislodge him. He had her legs firmly parted, and she couldn’t move.



“I new you would taste good.” He said, giving her lips several kisses. “Now, where is that hot spot.” She felt her lips being spread again but higher, then she felt a cool draft of air and she trembled.



Draco found her clit, hard and swollen, begging for warmth and stimulation. He blew gently on the little bud and saw her body shake slightly. He should have stripped off her shirt too. He knew her nipples were peaked.



He dropped down and flicked his tongue over her clit. She began panting out and after a few minutes her legs parted wider. Draco had a feeling she wasn’t aware of it though. He drove his face into her, caressing her thighs and giving her ass a squeeze. She was a banquet and he was fast rethinking his decision not to fuck her, but he knew he couldn’t. He had a plan and he was going to enact it.



He pulled his lips away and slipped two fingers inside her. “How do you feel Granger?” He asked. She was panting, as he slid his fingers in and out. She was close to cumming when he pulled away, but he didn’t want her to orgasm just yet. “Granger I asked you a question.”



“I don’t know.” She said, tossing her head from one side to the other.



“Yes, you do.” He said, thrusting his fingers deeper. “You want to cum don’t you?” He rolled his thumb over her clit.



Hermione shook with need, her body was hot and she began thrusting her hips against his fingers. It was the same feeling she felt in the room, stronger this time because he had stopped. She was close to the edge again and the build up was strong. He was moaning and arching upward then all of a sudden Draco pulled his hands from her and it ebbed away.



She looked down at him. “What are you doing?”



“Tell me what you want.” He said, sliding his fingers in deeply then pulling them out all the way. “Tell me you want to cum Granger.



The teasing of his fingers was making the ache worse. The didn’t move, they didn’t feel her, they just slid in then out, and there was too much time between each plunge for her to get what she needed. “Draco…..”



“That’s it.” He thrust his fingers deeper, this time waiting a few minutes before removing them. “Tell me you want to cum and I’ll make it happen.”



Hermione was beyond all reasonable doubt, all she knew was that he body was hungry and he was the only one who could help her. She didn’t know if she could say it thought, she didn’t………



Draco rose up and covered her body with his, kissing her with something akin to angry, but it only stoked the flames she was bathing in at the moment. “Dammit Granger, listen to your body for once.” He ground into her mouth as he kissed her. His fingers were thrusting into her again, plunging deep. She could hear her own fluid being manipulated. “Tell me you want to cum, you know you do. Your pussy is aching for it.”



He was right, there was no denying it. She had been denied orgasm twice and now she was suffering for it. Her body need it, she needed him to fix it. “I want to cum.” She whispered.



“Its about fucking time.” He dropped down and locked his lips onto her clit, sucking her, while he twisted his fingers and began crooking them in tandem against her g spot.



Hermione saw starts and explosions behind her eyes. Her body tightened up and in no time, she was hurled into oblivion. She let out a loud shriek and thrust her hips into his face while she came hard.



Draco held her tight, never stopping what he was doing and eagerly swallowing down her juice. She was fucking his face as she came, not caring what it made her look like, but Draco loved it.



When she was coming down to earth, he licked her clean making sure to get everything before climbing over her body again and kissing her lips. Her face was flushed and she was panting.



“I knew you have it in you Granger.” He kissed her again, sucking her bottom lip gently. “You have no idea how wonderful you taste.” She turned her head. “No, don’t turn from me. After what you gave me, its too late to be shy.” He continued giving light kisses on her face, but she deserved it. Her whole body was limp now. Her legs were on either side of him, but laying on the bed without moving. He reached up and untied her wrists, but they just laid there. He took her hands and brought them to his lips, giving her wrists a kiss. “I charmed the ties so they wouldn’t hurt or leave marks.”



She opened her eyes and held up her wrist. There was not a single mark there, and she had been pulling pretty hard. He had thought of everything. Her eyes moved to his and looked at him. He seemed passive now, gentle and he was holding her face in his hands, brushing away locks with his fingers. “Did you enjoy that? Be honest.”



She nodded her head. It would be pointless to lie. He would see right through her. “Beyond words are you?” He asked. Again she nodded. She had nothing to say, although she wasn’t angry, just confused. His body on hers felt unusually nice. Ron was heavy and she had to tell him to lift up on his elbows so she could breathe. Draco was different and his weight felt good.



They stayed looking at each other for several moments, then Draco leaned down and kissed her. He lifted from her body and helped her sit up, then he dressed her again. Having him put her knickers on and then her jeans as a comfort, but she couldn’t explain how.



When she was dressed they walked to the door. Draco turned her in his arms and gave her a long slow deep kiss. Her body was still warm from her orgasm, but this kiss wasn’t meant to stir anything. “I’ll see you soon.” He kissed her temple and let her leave the room.



On her way back to Gryffindor Tower she thought about what had just happened. Draco said men did that with women that they wanted to feel closer to. Did that mean he wanted to feel closer to her? She was more confused then ever. It seemed like such a dirty act, but she didn’t feel dirty now.



“Hermione?” Her name brought her attention to the side and she looked at Pansy and Ron who were standing hand in hand at the foot of a passing staircase. “Are you alright?” Ron asked. They both looked at her with concern.



“Yes, I’m fine.” She continued walking, leaving them standing there still looking confused.





Ron watched her leave with a thoughtful, but dazed look on her face. “I wonder what happened to her?” He asked Pansy.



Pansy smiled looking past him. “You think that has something to do with it?” He followed her gaze to find Draco coming out of a door, then watching as it vanished. He turned and saw them, gave them a wink and walked down the hall.



Ron and Pansy shared a smile. “Ohhhhhhhhh.” They said simultaneously, and arm in arm, left for the grounds.









A/N: WilliamSpike, you left a review with just a question mark, what did you mean?