Get Too Close

Hermione dressed quickly and rushed out of the portrait door clutching her books. The empty hallways just added to her anxiety and once she was in front of the Potions master’s door she thought about completely skipping the class. His voice boomed as he instructed the class inside and her stomach dropped. It was now or never, she thought. Her hand moved by itself, forming into a small fist and knocking on the wooden door. She heard Professor Snape’s voice stop and she took the silence as an OK to enter the room.

Every face turned away from the bubbling cauldrons in front of them to stare at Hermione. She glanced over at Ron and Harry who were sitting in the far corner together, she gave them a weak stiff smile. Ron’s face paled and Harry was staring at her like he was studying something. And then she finally looked at Professor Snape whose face was expressionless under his greasy and lank black hair. She knew he was waiting for a horrible excuse so he could further besmirch her character in front of the class.

“I’m sorry sir,” she started quietly. “I woke up late because I was in charge of prefect duties from last night. I didn’t realize how tired I was.”

“I have a feeling this has nothing to do with “prefect duties”, Miss Granger,” he said, his voice dripping with contempt.

Hermione cleared her throat and listened to it echo faintly in the cold classroom. “Excuse me, Professor?”

Professor Snape frowned and walked around his desk towards Hermione who stood in the middle of the aisle. She held her breath as she stared at the pale face that was getting closer, so close she could have counted every eyelash he had if she wanted to.

“Well, Miss Granger,” he hissed. “I never imagined you would ever walk into my classroom late, much less looking like a harlot.”

Hermione didn’t say anything and she looked away from him to find her friends.

“Out of words, Miss Granger? Where is the Gryffindor courage they speak of?”

Harry looked like he was about to bolt up and bash Snape’s head in. Ron just looked sick to his stomach as he looked down at the floor.

“You dare walk into my classroom looking like a common wench? Your neck, your hair, and even your face say it all,” he spat. “Fifty points from Gryffindor for your vile appearance and one hundred for being late. Now get out before I assign a months worth of detentions.”

Hermione’s face was red and her throat tight. She could feel her eyes starting to water, but she managed to blink back the tears as she pressed her books into her chest. She saw Harry stand up and she tried to shake her head as a warning. It was too late.

“Sit down, Potter,” he snarled. “Or you can join this friend of yours.”

“Don’t speak to her like that!” Harry yelled, pointing at Professor Snape. “You-”

“Another hundred points from Gryffindor. You can have Miss Granger’s detentions. Get out.”

Harry groaned and grabbed onto Hermione’s arm pulling her out of the class with him. He slammed the door shut.

“Hermione, what the hell are you playing at?”

“Harry, it’s not what you think,” she said softly.

“What exactly should I be thinking?” Harry asked, moving his hands to rest on her shoulders. His emerald green eyes studied her. “You were late to class, 'Mione. You were late and you showed up to Snape’s class with marks on your neck and completely barmy hair. What should I be thinking?”

“Harry, I’m not a baby,” she snapped, shrugging his hands off of her shoulders. “I do one thing and it’s like it’s the end of the world.”

“It’s not the end of the bloody world. I just want to know what’s going on,” he said.

“Nothing is going on. I had one shag and that was it,” she replied. “I’m going to the library until it’s time for bloody transfiguration.”

“Am I allowed to ask who it was?”

Hermione could feel her cheeks about to redden. She didn’t know how to tell Harry it was Malfoy, one of their longtime enemies, without earning disapproval and disgust all at once.

“Harry, I don’t think I should tell you,” she said, lowering her eyes.

“Fine. Let’s go to the library then,” Harry sighed, holding his arm out so Hermione could loop hers around his. Hermione smiled, grateful that Harry didn’t push her for an answer.

“Thanks, Harry,” she said softly, pecking him on the cheek.

***

After a few minutes of Hermione helping Harry with his homework the bell boomed. Hermione felt relieved that Harry didn’t ask her anymore questions about her mystery shag. Harry even helped to hide the love bites on her neck with a glamour. Hermione managed to de-frizz her hair a considerable amount so she could tie it back into a loose ponytail.

They walked down the corridor and Hermione heard giggles and whispers. She saw groups of girls stopping to stare at her. Oddly enough, the guys were staring too.

“Harry,” she whispered, nudging his side. “You said I looked decent.”

Harry wasn’t stupid but it was easy for him to block other people out. His first year at Hogwarts had been hell with all the curious stares and whispers. By the time the second year came around he had learnt to block other people out completely. He looked around the corridor noticing the familiar looks of curiosity, except this time they weren’t for him, they were for Hermione. He listened closely to a group of girls they passed by.

“Didn’t you hear?” the girl sniggered. “That Gryffindor bookworm dosed some people from the Hufflepuff house with a lust potion and they had a threesome in one of Snape’s potions stores.”

“Merlin,” her friend replied in a high pitched voice. “It’s always the quiet ones that are the randiest and sluttiest, isn’t it?”

Harry hoped Hermione didn’t hear them, but as her looked at her face he knew she did.

“We both know it’s not true,” Harry said.

“How can you be so sure?” she asked. “I haven’t told you what happened.”

“Hermione, it’s in your face and I trust you. Don’t bother with this lot, it’s going to blow over by tomorrow,” he said reassuringly.

She could only nod. She wasn’t used to receiving stares or being under scrutiny from the student body minus the Slytherins. This was something that happened to Harry or an attention whore and she was neither. She was supposed to be a respectable person, a role model.

“This is the last time I’m ever going to be late for class,” she muttered and Harry laughed.

“You might want to leave the love bites out too,” he said making Hermione smile.

Once they stepped foot into the Transfiguration classroom Hermione caught the back of Malfoy’s blonde head. It was like he knew that she was there because he turned to smirk and wink knowingly at her before resuming his conversation with Crabbe and Goyle.

“Bloody prat,” she said under her breath.

“What was that?” Harry didn’t catch what she had said.

“Nothing,” she sighed, feeling her palms begin to sweat.

She could feel his lips along her neck and his hands doing delicious things to her tits. Her stomach started tightening. She didn’t realize that she was sitting down until Harry poked her side quite hard.

“You’re sitting on my robes,” he said, pulling the material from under her bottom.

“S-sorry,” she stuttered. “I wasn’t looking.”

Hermione suddenly noticed that Ron didn’t turn around to greet them like he usually did and he wasn’t even having a chat with Seamus who sat right beside him. Hermione wasn’t completely oblivious to why he hadn’t acknowledged her presence. She knew that Ron was either mad or jealous about her appearance, wondering who her latest shag had been and frankly she didn’t care because it wasn’t like she was dating Ron anyways. She had told him last year that she just wanted to be friends. After being subjected to awkward gropes and less than arousing make out sessions, she couldn’t handle it anymore. She wanted to make Ron happy, but she wanted to be happy too and Ron wasn’t making her happy. Ron didn’t talk to her for weeks until the final battle against Voldemort and his Death Eaters was over.

The class silenced immediately when Professor McGonagall appeared. Hermione was nervous trying to make sure the Head of House didn’t hear of her shenanigans. Professor McGonagall didn’t seem to because she started the class off normally. Hermione breathed out a sigh of relief. By the time Arithmancy and Charms came around Hermione was starving, regretting the fact that she had chosen sex over food when her stomach rumbled embarrassingly.

The only time Harry had ever seen Hermione fill her plate completely was back in their fourth year when she had started S.P.E.W. and refused to eat. Hermione was shoving a sandwich into her mouth like a mad woman. She could’ve almost given Ron a run for his money. Almost.

“Maybe you should slow down before you choke,” Harry spoke up as Hermione coughed, swallowing down a big bite of her chicken sandwich.

“I’m fine,” she said, taking another bite. “I’m just completely famished right now.”

He didn’t bother arguing with her. Hermione looked at Ron who was picking and prodding at his roasted potatoes with a fork. Harry sighed loudly.

“You and 'Mione have switched appetites today,” Harry stated, expecting Ron to say something back. He didn’t.

Hermione frowned. “Ronald, if you have a problem, why don’t you take it up with me instead of your poor potatoes?”

Ron looked up glaring at Harry and then Hermione, his blue eyes were hard. He looked like he hated them.

“I don’t have anything to say to you Hermione.”

“This whole day you’ve been avoiding me,” she said as she set her sandwich down onto her plate.

“And so?” he questioned gruffly.

“Which means you have something to say, Ronald Weasley. You’re bottling it up like a wanker,” Hermione stated calmly.

“Bollocks! I’m not bottling anything up,” Ron spat. “Until today I wasn’t aware that I was friends with a whore.”

Hermione heard Ginny gasp beside Harry and Harry was spluttering as he choked on his pumpkin juice. Her heart stopped beating and her hand was inching its way down the side of her robes to grab her wand. She held onto it feeling her mouth open and shut as she rose to stand up.

“How dare you,” she said icily. “My sex life has nothing to do with you, Ronald Weasley, and there’s a reason for that. I’m sorry if you’re jealous that I’m shagging someone who isn’t you. I’d rather die than have you shag me once in my life. If your slobbery kissing skills are a preview as to what your shagging skills are like, I’m utterly sorry for any girl who chooses to sleep with you, you fucking ginger git.”

Ron’s face and ears were turning red, his lips turned white as they formed into a thin line. Hermione noticed that the Great Hall was completely silent and her gaze landed on the Slytherin table. Draco Malfoy was grinning like a child on Christmas Day and she immediately scowled once his hands came together and he started to clap.

“Bugger all of this,” she muttered, grabbing her things. She stopped to look at Harry and Ginny apologetically, they both nodded in understanding. Hermione left the Great Hall in a hurry and she walked down the hall looking for the familiar alcove she used to hide in around her first year when she had had no friends. She needed to hide, clear her mind and calm down.

Draco was impressed. If he had known earlier on that shagging Hermione Granger would cause such a ruckus between the sacred Golden Trio he would’ve fucked her sooner. When he saw her stand up with her hand by her side holding her wand and her voice started to rise, he knew Weasley was in for it. It really was an amazing speech, he had to hand it to the Mudblood for having such a quick tongue. Impulsively he started some applause and it scattered throughout the Slytherin table. Hermione had caught his face and he was even more pleased to see her face darken with irritation. He watched her run off exiting the Great Hall while everyone stared after her wondering what Ron Weasley had done to set her off.

Malfoy turned to look at the staff table. It was typical that Snape would smirk after a scene like that. Professor McGonagall looked like someone had killed her entire family in front of her, she was completely scandalized. And the Headmaster? Well, Malfoy couldn’t read the old bat, his face was blank except for a small twinkle in his eyes. Malfoy had had enough entertainment sitting in the Great Hall. He wanted to follow Hermione. As he stood up he felt a hand tug at his robes, he looked down to see Pansy’s pug like face pouting.

“You’re not leaving already? We have loads more time for lunch.”

Malfoy shook his robes, loosening her grip. “As far as I’m concerned Pans, I’m done.”

He strolled out of the Great Hall and saw Hermione rush down the hall turning at a corner. He followed before he lost sight of her, but once he turned the corner she was gone.

“Damn it,” he growled, looking around.

Then he heard some sniffling several steps away from him. He walked forward, listening to the noise and stopped in front of a small depression in the wall he had never noticed before.

“Lumos,” he whispered and pointed his wand out.

Hermione’s face was in her hands and small tendrils of her hair were falling out of her ponytail. Malfoy didn’t care, her feelings weren’t his problem and apparently she hadn’t noticed the sudden ray of light that was beaming onto her during her pity party. He got rid of the light immediately before she finally did notice. He stepped forward and he let his eyes adjust to the darkness.

“Need some help feeling better, Granger?” he drawled.

Hermione jumped and sucked in a breath, rubbing the wetness off of her cheeks. This couldn’t be happening right now.

“Malfoy?”

“Who else would it be?” he asked as his hand whipped out to hold both of her wrists together. “It seems the Golden Trio has broken up. How sad.”

“God, Malfoy. If I had known I was going to be assaulted in this fucking alcove I would’ve gone to the library instead,” she said trying to gain control of her hands.

“I would’ve followed you to the library. This was too good to pass up,” he breathed into her ear as she squirmed against him. “Anyways, this isn’t assault if you want it.”

Hermione stopped struggling. Malfoy had a point.

“I love how fast that big brain of yours is,” he said. “It really has its advantages sometimes.”

Hermione stayed silent.

“For example, when you realize that I’m right,” he whispered and his tongue flicked out to graze her earlobe. “Or when you decide to just give in and indulge.”

She shivered and he smiled.

“What do you want?” Hermione managed to ask.

“I really don’t want anything, Granger. It’s about what I need,” he told her, moving closer to her so he could press his body into hers.

“What do you ‘need’ then?” she asked, trying to ignore his body heat.

“You know full well what I need. I showed you this morning. Don’t tell me you’ve already forgotten.”

His hand was on her hip, trailing up and down her side. His touch was electric, despite the fact that her robes were in the way.

“I’m not shagging you in here,” she whispered, trying to get her hands back again.

“I didn’t know the Gryffindor princess had any restrictions. I thought this was my game.”

Her struggling just made blood rush into his dick, hardening quickly when she pushed her soft chest into his.

“I suggest you stop thrashing around,” he growled into her neck, breathing in vanilla. “Before you have no choice but to fuck me in here.”

He knew she could feel his hardness when she stopped moving around. Hermione tried to control every inhale and exhale before he noticed that she was reacting to him at all.

“You’re fucking me tonight, Granger. I left my room unlocked and unwarded because you’re going to wait for me to get back from my rounds tonight. I’ll know if you’ve been snooping around in my room though, there’s a significant amount of Dark magic protecting items that I consider valuable.”

Hermione’s pulse was racing as she digested his words. “I’m not some kind of cum receptacle ready for you whenever you need me.”

“Oh? You aren’t?” Malfoy asked sarcastically. “Because that is exactly what you are. The best part is that you love it, Mudblood.”

Her lower stomach felt like it was burning and Malfoy’s hair was tickling the left side of her face as he leaned into her. Her heart was going completely mad.

“We shouldn’t be in here together. I need to go,” Hermione said, breathing loudly.

“You can go as long as you remember this chat and my demands,” Malfoy purred, grinding himself into her.

“F-fine,” she breathed. “Just let go of me.”

Her wrists were free, she was fighting the urge not to wrap her fingers around his silky blonde locks. Malfoy moved his hands along her body one last time before stopped at her ass to squeeze it. He groaned.

“You’re luck you’re in those robes. Otherwise you’d be on the cold, dirty floor.”

He was gone. Hermione leaned against the cool wall trying to compose herself before she left to go to another class. She couldn’t even remember what class she had next. Her head was so muddled.

“This is what I get for fancying a Slytherin,” Hermione said to herself as she bent down to grab her books.

***

The rest of the day was a blur because Hermione could hardly focus. She didn’t raise her hand to answer questions. She forgot about the whispers and stares she received from several classmates. She couldn’t go to dinner because she felt so nervous. Harry wasn’t surprised when Hermione didn’t show up at the Great Hall, he had attributed her absence to her row with Ron, as did everyone else, except for Malfoy. Dinner just tasted even more satisfying knowing that Hermione wasn’t there because of him.

After dinner Malfoy didn’t bother to go back to the common room he shared with Hermione. She had been tortured enough today and she was going to get even more tonight. He walked through the dungeons with Blaise and entered the Slytherin common room to kill some time before his rounds. Truthfully, he hated doing rounds with a passion. He was sick of walking around the castle at night seeking out pathetic rule breakers who didn’t know the first thing about getting away with breaking the rules. Granted, he never docked points from his own house. That would just be criminal. Blaise and Malfoy were both enveloped in their current conversation about Quidditch until Blaise was interrupted.

“Let’s go up to my room, Draco,” Pansy whined behind the green couch he was sitting on with Blaise.

“Do you know what the definition of ‘no’ is, Pans? Or are you too thick to figure it out yourself?” Malfoy asked, looking at her with disgust.

“You haven’t slept with me for weeks,” she hissed.

Blaise stood up and got off of the couch, he didn’t want to listen to Pansy bitch again. Draco nodded and watched his friend walk away.

“Why do you insist on repelling people with your repugnant presence?”

“I just miss you,” Pansy said as she sat on the cushion next to Malfoy, trying to get closer to him. She placed her less that delicate hand on his thigh. “I miss you a lot.”

He brushed her hand off. “Is that supposed to mean something to me? I thought it was understood that I will never be your boyfriend and you will never be my girlfriend. You’ve always just been another pussy.”

Pansy looked at her hands like his touch had burnt her, his words certainly did.

“And I’m sure I’ve always just been another dick, so please don’t start with the sobbing. I know for a fact that you get enough cock daily to last you a fucking lifetime, so find someone else you can beg for a fuck.” Malfoy stood up. “I’m leaving. Have fun tonight, Pans. I know I will.”

He didn’t care enough to look back at her after seeing her chin quiver when he told her she meant nothing to him. Once again, it wasn’t his fucking problem.

Hermione was stuck in her room sitting at her oak desk. Her back was starting to ache because of the chair she was sitting in. There were books piled messily to her left as she tried to concentrate on her Charms homework. It was due in a few days, two weeks actually, but what was the harm in being prepared and finished before the due date? Her mind kept drifting off to think about Malfoy, his lips and his eyes, the things he could do to her, how she could almost faint at the thought. There was a huge clang as she moved her hand across her parchment.

“Oh, damn it,” she exclaimed as her bottle of ink began to saturate the parchment.

The spilt ink could be spelled away quickly except she was more appalled at what she had written. ‘Draco Malfoy’ was written several times over on the parchment, she could feel her mouth drop. Hermione was never this unfocused. Never.

“I can’t believe Malfoy is doing my head in,” she groaned as she stood up and flopped onto her bed, messing up her cotton sheets. She buried her face into her scarlet pillow and screamed into it.

She felt better after her screaming session, it was a good de-stresser. Another good de-stresser was food and after missing dinner she really needed a plate of food. She didn’t want to abuse her Head Girl privileges, but this was kind of an emergency right? She had a rough day. She summoned a house elf quietly and she was pleasantly surprised when Dobby appeared.

“Hermione Granger! What is your emergency miss?”

Hermione grinned. “Er…Dobby…It’s not a very big emergency, but can you do me a favour?”

Dobby nodded eagerly, his ears flapping around. “Of course miss, any friend of Harry Potter’s deserves the best service.”

“Can I have some fish and chips with a glass of pumpkin juice and maybe some trifle?”

Dobby popped away and Hermione jumped at his urgency. Then he was back, setting her fish and chips, pumpkin juice, and trifle down at her desk. Hermione kneeled to give Dobby a hug, he smiled sheepishly.

“Thank you so much for the food, Dobby. You didn’t have to get me a whole bowl of trifle tough,” she said.

“It really wasn’t anything miss. It’s Dobby's job,” Dobby said before he disappeared.

Hermione started nibbling on some chips and savoured the perfect balance of fried potato and salt. She ate her meal quite slowly, she couldn’t even finish the trifle. She felt like she had had enough to possibly last a few years. She burped as her eyes shifted to the clock. Malfoy was going to be back in at least an hour, she didn’t want him touching her if she had a days worth of sweat clinging to her body and fish breath because of her dinner. She needed a shower and a toothbrush in her mouth.

Hermione spelled her hair dry quickly after brushing her teeth. Instead of the frizzy mess from this morning, her hair flowed with manageable and acceptable waves. She smiled at her reflection before moving in a fast pace to her bedroom to get changed. She pulled out a drawer from her wardrobe and picked up a worn shirt with the English flag on it. She smirked, she could just see Malfoy slamming his head into a wall before touching her with this mess of a shirt on.
“No,” she whispered, placing the shirt back. “As much as I would love to see Malfoy off himself, I still want to shag.”

Next up was a pajama set with reindeers splattered on every centimeter of the dark red material. There was a Mickey Mouse shirt, several plain tank tops in various colours, and finally she found the silk black nightgown that was pushed towards the bottom of the drawer. She had only used it once in her life to try to impress Ron, but Hermione was highly unimpressed by his snogging. She shuddered at the memory. This time she was going to try impressing Malfoy, she really wanted to and at least his snogging skills were more than exceptional. She pulled the nightgown on and put on the matching panties. Her thighs felt fat and jiggly because the nightgown was quite short. It was just barely covering her ass and if she added a few inches to her height, it could probably serve as a sexy tank top.

Hermione stepped into the common room, pulling uncomfortably at the nightgown. She stood in front of Malfoy’s door holding onto the doorknob with her wand out just in case Malfoy had lied about his room being unlocked and unwarded. It was better to be safe than sorry. The doorknob turned easily, the door opened and Hermione was blasted with sandalwood just like she had been in the morning. This is really weird, she thought, really weird because I can get used to it. Her eyes were focused on the blue card that she had noticed previously on one of the bedside tables. She walked towards it and reached out before Malfoy’s voice rang in her head. ‘There’s a significant amount of Dark magic protecting items that I consider valuable.’ She didn’t want to be unknowingly cursed. It wasn’t because she didn’t know whether or not she’d be able to help herself, but because she didn’t exactly want Malfoy to help her. He would definitely rub in the fact that his pureblooded arse was superior.

“Yeah, right,” she scoffed.

“Yeah, right what?” asked a voice behind her.

Hermione jolted, turned around and looked up at the pale face in front of her as she smiled nervously. “N-nothing?”

Malfoy’s eyes were moving across the front of her body wrapped in the silk nightgown. She crossed her legs feeling uncomfortable. She wondered how long he had stood behind her before he finally spoke up. Hopefully not long because she had some cellulite on the back of her thighs. Malfoy didn’t notice and even if he did he probably wouldn’t care.

“Um…How were your rounds?” she asked softly, playing with the hem of her nightdress.

Malfoy raised an eyebrow.

“Who cares? Where did you get this dress?” Malfoy asked changing the subject.

Hermione looked down at her feet. “A Muggle shop in London.”
“Do you have anymore items from this Muggle shop?”

“Well-”

“Intriguing items?” Malfoy pressed.

“No, I wouldn’t exactly call the rest of my items ‘intriguing’, unless you find matching bra and underwear sets intriguing,” Hermione said, still playing with the hem of her nightgown.

“God, Granger, can you stop fidgeting around for just one second,” Malfoy hissed, running a hand through his straight hair.

“Sorry,” she mumbled as she let her arms relax by her side.

“Just turn around once for me,” he smirked. “If you don’t mind.”

Hermione glared at the stupid smirk on his face. “Obviously I do mind, you prick. I don’t really have a choice do I?”

“That’s the point. Although you did have a choice in your clothing. Did you really expect me to let it go over my head like you were wearing those shapeless school robes? Now turn around.”

Hermione did as he said. She tried not to move around, she knew where his eyes were. It was really disconcerting even though they had shagged in the morning. Malfoy was taking in the swell of her hips and the small of her back where her ass started to curve out.

“What are you wearing underneath?”

His voice sounded strained to her.

“Matching knickers,” she replied.

“Show me.”

Hermione’s hands held onto the delicate material and she slowly lifted the back of the dress off of her ass. She shifted as the cool air hit her backside, she could feel goosebumps rise on her arms. Malfoy was breathing heavily behind her and she held her breath. He had just been privy to one of the most erotic sights in his life. The silk underwear she had on was hugging her ass perfectly. He could feel himself harden in his trousers.

“That’s enough. You can turn back around.”

Hermione turned around quickly. Her face was flushed as she smoothed her nightgown back into place. She watched Malfoy unclasp his robes and let it fall to the ground. Her eyes darted to the familiar form pressing against his trousers, begging to be released. She flushed again and looked away when her stomach tightened.

“You’re not wearing a bra,” Malfoy stated, loosening his tie.

Hermione shook her head. “You’re not supposed to wear bras with these are you? Unless you are and-”

“What size do you wear?”

She frowned. Was he really asking her what her cup size was? His grey eyes were completely serious, she hoped that maybe he was just pissing around.

“I don’t see how that’s relevant,” she said loudly.

Malfoy chuckled. “We’re here to fuck and you’re more concerned about keeping your bra size a secret. I really thought I’d heard it all.”

Malfoy needed to stop making valid points, it was starting to become a redeeming quality.

“34C,” she muttered, watching Malfoy unbutton the last button on his crisp white shirt. He let it fall off his strong shoulders, over his arms, and onto the floor to join his robes.

“I can’t believe you manage to hide all of that under your robes,” he said, shaking his head.

Hermione was silent because he started to unbuckle his black leather belt. Malfoy could see the lust in her eyes. Her eyes were like magnets, following every movement of his hand. The eager look on her face as he unbuttoned his trousers and unzipped his fly was making it even harder for him not to just fuck her right there. His tented boxers were exposed now and Hermione felt a small gush in her knickers. Malfoy took a few steps towards her, she searched his eyes as his head lowered and his hands held onto her hips. She shut her eyes, feeling lightheaded, and he caught her lips. The warmth and movement of his mouth was sensational. She didn’t want to breathe if kissing felt this good. She could live without breathing if she could kiss him instead for the rest of her life. She moaned when his fingers brushed against her nipples and she started to kiss him harder. This time she was seeking entrance into his mouth and Malfoy was stunned, but he complied. Their tongues were both fighting for control, Hermione stopped fighting when she felt Malfoy press his erection against her stomach. He massaged her tongue with his and then he felt her small hand move across his chest and over his stomach, reaching the waistband of his boxers. She dipped her hand in and grasped his boner. He groaned, breaking the kiss as she started to pump her hand up and down, slowly wanking him off. His eyes were shut, but he could see her hand holding onto this length. A small delicate hand doing such naughty things. She kissed his jaw and trailed kisses down the side of his neck. If she didn’t stop he was going to explode into her hand.

“Stop,” Malfoy finally gasped.

Hermione’s hand froze and she relaxed her grip on him. She looked up at him. His eyes were half open and there were small splashes of pink starting to stain his cheeks. His lips were still glistening as he breathed out through his mouth. He was almost breathing as hard as she was.

“Maybe we should get into the bed,” Hermione said.

“Let’s,” he said, opening up his eyes waiting for her to get in.

“No,” she said. “You get in first.”

Hermione had expected him to stand there mocking her about his game and his rules, but he got into the bed without saying anything. She smiled as she bounced onto the bed and stayed on her knees looking down at him.

“What do you want to do?” she whispered.

Malfoy looked at her in disbelief. “You already know I want to fuck you.”

Hermione felt the heat rising in her stomach. “I already know that, Malfoy. What else do you want to do?”

He looked at her.

She sighed. “Maybe I should phrase that differently. What do you want me to do?”

“Fuck me?”

“Is that really all you think about? Fucking? I’m trying to suggest a…”

Hermione stopped talking. The word was stuck in her throat. ‘Blowjob’ shouldn’t be such a hard word to say out loud. Malfoy was interested now as he leaned up on an elbow to try and level their faces.

“Suggest what exactly, Granger?”

She groaned. She should’ve just gone along with the fucking instead.

“Let’s just shag, you like to shag,” she said, reaching out to him.

“No. Now we’re not doing anything until you tell me why you’re having so much trouble finishing that sentence of yours.”

His eyes were too intense for her to handle, even in the dim light it was like he could see through her.

She cleared her throat. “I was just going to say that maybe I could suck you off, before we, you know…”

“Maybe you could what?” he said smiling.

“Suck you off,” she repeated.

“Granger, we both know there are other words that you can use,” Malfoy said, watching her fidget. “Can I just hear one proper term for the act in which you are suggesting?”

“I’d hardly call it proper,” she said, frowning at him.

“What I did to you this morning wasn’t proper in the least,” he started. “But you seem to have no qualms saying the words ‘fuck’ and ‘shag’.”

“Ugh. You really have to stop being reasonable, you know, because it’s starting to make you tolerable.”

Hermione stopped herself quickly before she could continue. Malfoy was staring at her and she flushed.

“I didn’t mean that.”

“I never knew Slytherin cock would have so many advantages. First the Golden Trio break up and now I don’t have to force you to fuck me. I knew I was going to have a field day with you, Granger.”

“You didn’t really ‘force’ me.”

“Do you really believe that you would’ve shagged me if I didn’t push myself onto you?” he questioned and she shrugged. “That’s exactly what I thought.”

“Bugger it,” she mumbled.

“Whatever you say,” Malfoy replied.

Hermione shifted to lie down on her stomach. She rested her head in her hands.

“So do you want a blowjob or not?”

Malfoy coughed and his dick twitched. “Excuse me?”

“Do you want the blowjob I’m offering you, Draco Malfoy, fine Prince of Slytherin?”

It was all a blur when she was flipped over onto her back with his hands pinned down beside her. Malfoy’s hard, firm form pressing into her because he was on top of her soft body. Her heart was pounding. Malfoy looked like he was going to bite out a chunk of her throat, but he leaned in to kiss her instead. It felt like he was sucking the bottom half of her face off in the best way possible. He was sloppy, but it was so sexy. And then he was off of her and in between her legs, his hands reaching out to tear her underwear off of her. She squealed when he succeeded.

“No, Malfoy, wait,” she said, putting her hands up motioning for him to stop.

He was still moving, except he wasn’t moving to remove his boxers. Instead he was spreading her legs and hooking them onto his shoulders. She looked at him wide eyed. No, he wasn’t going to.

“Has anyone ever done this?” Malfoy asked, his voice rasping as he eyed her wet pink core. He could smell her. The short hair covering her pussy was glistening. He licked his lips.

“Yes,” she whispered. “Only a few times.”

“You have a pretty pussy, it should be more than a few times.”

Her cheeks were burning. His face was so close.

“Don’t move too much,” he said huskily, looking up at her to smirk.

Malfoy delved in. He was gentle at first, nipping at her folds, licking everywhere, purposely avoiding her clit. She tasted musky, but she was still faintly sweet. At least she didn’t tamper with her cunt using strange products to make herself taste like a strawberry. If he wanted fruit, he’d eat fruit. Pansy was obsessed with tasting like fruit. Why was he thinking about Pansy?

Hermione moaned, arching her back. It was one of the most exquisite things in the world. Malfoy’s tongue and lips were making her lower stomach ache for more and she could feel herself getting wetter. The warmth in between her legs was making it hard for her to control her breaths. Malfoy was nibbling on her clit now and her hips wouldn’t stop jerking upwards into Malfoy’s face, constantly bumping his nose. Hermione tried to watch him eat her out and after a couple of seconds she was grabbing his bed sheets and looking up at the drapings of his bed. She had the get the image of his blonde hair in between her legs out of her head.

“Malfoy,” she breathed out loudly. “Please. Stop.”
Apparently ‘stop’ meant ‘more’ to Malfoy as he sucked harder and stopped to thrust his tongue into her. Hermione could feel the small twitches begin and she shuddered, she shut her eyes and started whispering to herself. Malfoy smiled as he heard her mantra of ‘Control yourself, control yourself’. He wanted to burst out laughing at the fact that she’d urge herself not to have an orgasm. He stuck two fingers into her and started fingering her as he continued to lick madly. The rhythm of her breathing pattern changed and her legs started to tremble on his shoulders.

“Oh my God your tongue,” Hermione moaned.

She felt the bubble inside of her burst. It felt like a party sparkler going off deep inside of her, flaming brighter and brighter until she could hardly take the heat anymore. The clenching of her pussy was making it hard to breathe as she spasmed around Malfoy’s fingers. He stopped to watch her as she came. Her back was still arched and her breasts were jutting out, he could see her hardened nipples poking through the material of her dress. As always, her face was flushed to hell with her mouth open and her eyes were squeezed shut. He could take advantage of the current position she was in, but he wouldn’t. He wanted that blowjob.

Hermione laid there for a few minutes before he slapped her thigh to get her attention, she shrieked out in pain. Hermione’s entire body felt like jelly, she didn’t want to open her eyes, let alone get up to tend to Malfoy.

“Get up, Granger,” Malfoy said, sitting cross legged. “It’s time for your part of the deal.”

Hermione groaned out. “You give me a mind blowing orgasm and then you expect me to be in top form physically, ready to perform.”

“Be glad you can have multiple orgasms,” he grunted, pulling her arm.

“This wasn’t part of the deal. I was going to suck you off,” she started. “Eating me out wasn’t part of the deal.”

Draco shrugged. “You shouldn’t have said my name.”

Hermione sat up. “I always say your name.”

“My given name?” he said as he raised an eyebrow. “I’ve never heard you say ‘Draco’ before.”

“That’s still no reason to-”

“Granger, I’ve wanted to fuck you all day. It took every ounce of control in my body to stop myself from thrusting into either your pussy or mouth.”

Hermione had nothing to say.
“God, for a Mudblood Gryffindor, as much as it pains me to admit this, you are one hot little piece. Hotter than I expected, really. I wouldn’t mind fucking you for the rest of the school year.”

She sucked in a breath feeling pleased. “Are you ready?”

“Painfully ready.”

She got Malfoy to sit on the edge of the bed as she pulled his boxers off. His cock sprang out. Malfoy laughed as Hermione jerked back because it almost hit her in the face. They could both see the pre-cum collecting on the tip of his cock. Hermione wanted to lick it off but she smeared it across with her thumb instead, kneeling in front of Malfoy. His body was tense as she held onto the middle of his shaft, pulling the foreskin back gently. Her red tongue darted out to lick the head and he groaned out tilting his head back. Her licks were painfully slow as her tongue laved the underside of his cock all the way up to the tip and back down again. It felt so good, her tongue was so moist. She finally took all of him into her mouth and sucked on his length, moving up and down, always swirling her tongue along the head whenever she came up. Malfoy’s eyes snapped open as he felt Hermione use her hand to massage his balls. He stared at the girl in front of him. Her brown hair was falling across her face, he pushed it back and held onto her head when her lips came into view. His cock was disappearing into her mouth and reappearing each time with a new coat of saliva. Suddenly her caramel eyes looked up at him and he had to thrust into her mouth, holding her head down as she gagged. He groaned loudly, he could feel the familiar jerk in his balls and he pulled her head back. His dick popped out of her mouth, a few strings of saliva attached to him from her mouth as she pulled away. She blushed and wiped her mouth with the back of her hand.

“That was what you wanted,” Hermione said, still looking up at him and resting her hands on his thighs.

“If I didn’t stop you, I would’ve busted one in your face,” he growled. “Get in the bed.”

Malfoy scooted backwards placing himself in the middle of the bed. Hermione crawled towards him and she smiled when she noticed that his eyes were watching the sudden peek of cleavage because she was bent over. He grabbed her arms and settled her on top of him so she could straddle him. The hem of her dress was riding up as she sat down gently on his hardness. Her wet core was rubbing against him and his hands automatically gripped onto her soft ass as she started to grind into her. She moaned. Malfoy watched her face colour significantly, his eyes were burning into her as she stared back. Her eyes were full of need.

“Malfoy,” she whimpered softly. “Please.”

“Take off your dress.”

Hermione straightened up as she pulled the dress off, her hair got caught in one of the thin straps. Malfoy untangled it for her quickly and she threw the bundle of material behind her. Malfoy’s hands were immediately on her breasts, manipulating them whichever way he pleased. Her nipples were already hard as he pinched them. Hermione shuddered.

“What size did you say you were?” Malfoy asked, reveling at the fullness and weight in his palms.

“A 34C, Malfoy.”

“And you’re sure you’re not bigger? They look bigger than that.”

Hermione sighed in disbelief. “Just be glad I have tits at all.”

He caught her eyes. “Trust me, I’m glad.”

His hand reached in between them as he placed himself at her opening, his other hand held onto her waist and he pushed her down onto him as he thrust upwards.

“Yesss,” he groaned. “I’m very glad, Granger.”

Hermione was biting her lip because of the sudden intrusion into her body. She placed her hands onto his chest to balance herself.

“Do you always have to be a prat?”

Malfoy ignored her, he was drowning in her tight heat. He smacked her ass, the noise echoed in the room. He wished he could see her ass ripple.

“Just move.”

Hermione raised herself up on her knees, Malfoy’s eyes were glued to the pink pucker of her pussy as she moved upwards, streaks of wetness left behind on his pale cock. She lowered herself back down, sighing at his cock filling her. He let her ride him without interfering with her pace. She had quickened the pace herself, her boobs bouncing with every slight movement she made. There were splotches of light red spreading across her body as she constantly stopped to grind her clit onto him. He couldn’t take the bouncing anymore as he pulled her towards him, holding onto the fleshy mounds of her breasts. Hermione leaned into him and started to kiss his throat. Malfoy held onto her waist and thrust into her forcefully, enjoying the sound of her sweaty thighs and ass slapping against him. She could feel the pressure inside of her begging to be released as she accepted his harsh thrusts. He felt her tightening around him and then the clenching began. Hermione was moaning softly into his ear, her hands pulling at his hair. He stopped moving, he wanted to feel her burst around him. The heat and the pulses of her pussy were egging him on, he had to pull out. He shuffled to the side moving out from under her. She flopped onto her stomach, her head buried in his pillows and enveloped in his sandalwood scent. She was trying to catch her breath when she felt Malfoy lifting her up so she was resting on her hands and knees, he nudged her legs apart.

“Malfoy,” she started, twisting her head back to look at what he was doing. “I need a minute.”

Malfoy laughed and he ran a hand down her smooth ass cheek. He rubbed the head of his cock across her pussy and pushed himself back in, pressing his hand down onto her back, forcing Hermione to lower her head into some pillows with her ass up.

“You don’t need a minute,” his thrusts were deep and slow. “You love this don’t you, Granger?”

There was a muffled moan and Malfoy felt a gush of wetness coat his cock as he thrust back in. Her ass jiggled every time he slammed into her, jerking her into the pillows even more. He slapped her ass, smiling as she twitched under him. Hermione had lost all sense of thought. The only thing she could do was feel Malfoy moving in and out of her, hitting a soft spot inside of her that made the pressure begin to build intensely. She wanted to cry out because it felt so good to be pummeled into his bed by his cock. She could hear his lovely moans and the squish of her own wetness. She was heating up again. Soon the pillows could no longer muffle her moans and she was shrieking loudly. Malfoy pulled her up, wrapping her damp hair around his hand. His other hand snaked underneath him to hold onto a breast, he massaged it roughly, mashing her nipple in between his fingertips.

“I can’t believe you were only asking for a break a couple of minutes ago,” he snarled thrusting faster, her body jerking as the mattress bounced. “And now you just can’t wait to be fucked into oblivion.”

Hermione started to tremble as Malfoy massaged her clit with his finger.

“You’re going to cum one more time before I do,” Malfoy said, waiting for her to tighten. “I want to feel your incredible pussy wrap its heat entirely around me.”

And that was it. Before Hermione knew it she was milking Malfoy’s cock. He was groaning loudly, his balls pressing into her as he came. The grip of her pussy was holding him into place as his cock continued to pulse. Hermione was trying to breathe as her heart felt like it was going to explode from all the activity she had just gone through. Malfoy fell over and laid on his back completely spent. Hermione toppled over as well, landing on her side with her arse facing him. He could see his handprint bruised onto her skin. Hermione just wanted to sleep now. Every muscle in her body was screaming out because they felt so strained. She could feel muscles in her leg that she had never felt before. She felt Malfoy tapping her ass, she shuffled away. He tapped again except harder.

“What?” she hissed.

Malfoy smirked before getting up and reaching over her. “Your wand.”

He dropped it into her hand. Hermione turned around to face him. Their foreheads were almost touching. She could see small beads of sweat on his forehead. His hair looked stringy.

She raised both eyebrows, her forehead creasing. “You’re bothering me to give me my wand?”

“I’m trying to help you out here, Granger,” he scoffed. “To be frank, I don’t want our combined fluids leaking out of you and messing up the sheets. Really, they didn’t cost two Knuts.”

Hermione blushed. She had forgotten. She cast a quick scourgify on herself and sat up. Malfoy looked up at her in confusion.

“Erm…” she started uncomfortably, playing with her fingers. “Is it okay if I stay tonight?”

Malfoy stared at her, she couldn’t read his eyes.

“Yes.”

Hermione froze. She had expected him to kick her out. Unless he was up to something.

“What’s the deal this time?” she asked suspiciously.

“I’m merely trying to be an upstanding citizen,” he said, placing a hand on his chest as if he was appalled by her accusation.

“God, you’re insufferable,” she mumbled, searching for her nightgown.

“Yet you’re still here,” Malfoy pointed out.

Hermione glared and she finally found her nightgown, but Malfoy grabbed it away and threw it onto the floor.

“Sorry, you’re only allowed to sleep in the nude if you’re in this room.”

She couldn’t believe him.

“Fine,” she said, pulling his sheets over herself as she lay down. “Happy?”

Malfoy did the same and made sure there was enough space for him to move around. The last thing he needed was Hermione cuddling up to him at night. He didn’t cuddle.

“No cuddling,” Malfoy said as he viewed her profile.

He studied the small slope of her nose, her plump motionless lips, and her long lashes brushing against her face when she shut her eyes. She nodded and brushed a strand of hair out of her face. Malfoy turned away from her. He was facing the framed picture of his mother in their garden giggling excitedly. His heart jumped out of his chest and he knocked the picture over, letting it fall. Now he couldn’t see his mother’s smiling face. He could sleep peacefully now.


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A/N: I know this took awhile so hopefully this long chapter makes up for it.

RogueMudblood: Thank you so so much. I ended up editing the things you pointed out. I did have some writer's block because of some issues I was dealing with. To answer your question, Malfoy usually attends Snape's classes but he can get out of it by helping his godfather brew some potions for extra credit. Such a far fetched excuse I know. And ugh, I wish I had come up with the little scenario you wrote for Hermione being late. So hilarious.

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