The Education of Miss Granger

A/ N: see bottom





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Learning The Difference


Hermione’s eyes hurt.



It seemed that as the night flew by, the light in the Common Room was becoming dimmer, forcing her to strain to be able to read the words of her textbook. She knew that was not possible, seeing as how the lights could only be dimmed by spells and no one had done that. But still, her eyes hurt from squinting at the page. She was bent so far over the desk so that she could read the textbook she looked like a vulture.



If anything, her back should be hurting. Her eyes should be used to straining in order to read the smallest of texts in the dimmest of lights.



Gods, she could not get over what those damn Slytherins had done.



She straightened up with a sigh, popping her back and closing her eyes. She rolled her head to one side, and then the other, her mind flashing back to that cold corridor. Those snakes had used her, completely and utterly defiled and humiliated her. At the time, she had been thoroughly terrified, having no idea of what they were going to do to her. She had been humiliated when Pansy sat on her, then beyond ashamed as she ran back to the Common Room.



Looking back on it, she found herself aroused and confused.



Had she wanted to be treated that way? Did having them use her like some piece of meat really get her off?



It must, because just thinking about it was making her wet.



She groaned and leaned her head back. Merlin she was horny! She racked her brain, trying to think of how she could solve this problem. She knew for a fact that Ron was asleep upstairs. There was no way she was going to go upstairs and bother him. Waking Ron to fuck was not a good idea. Harry was probably hiding somewhere in the castle, brooding over the fact that his life was horrible. And as for Dean and Seamus . . . well she hadn’t seen them all night which led her believe that they were fucking somewhere in a dark corridor of the castle.



Just like she had done.



Fuck! She needed to do something.



Breathing in deeply, she opened her eyes and looked around the Common Room. Well, she was alone down here. She glanced over her shoulder at the entrance to the Room and smiled when she saw the door was firmly shut. She swung her head back around, shutting her eyes and sliding down in her seat. Her fingers went to her zipper and she slowly slid it down, allowing herself enough room to slip her hand inside her knickers.



Not surprisingly, she found herself already wet. Still, she gasped as her fingers ran over herself, the wetness slicking itself against her palm. She plucked at her clit once or twice, rubbing her moisture over the throbbing piece of flesh.



Her moans drowned out the sound of the Common Room’s Portrait opening. Even if Hermione had heard it, however, she would have seen nothing when she looked over her shoulder. The room was empty, or so it seemed.



Harry stood stock still under his Invisibility Cloak, eyes widening. This was the most delicious form of déjà vu ever. He smirked at the memory of the last time he had walked in on Hermione moaning, the way his other best friend and himself had fucked her roughly on the couch that all the other Gryffindors, unknowingly, used to relax on.



One thing was different from the last time, though. This time she was at her usual desk in the corner, her back to him, slumped down in her seat and blatantly masturbating where anyone could find her. Last time had been an accident, pure and simple. This was something she was doing on purpose. The thought of her purposely wanking herself off to all the guys in their year as they watched in the Common Room caused his dick to stiffen near painfully.



“Mm. Gods,” she whispered her breath hitching as she began to rub a little faster. Harry slowly drew the Cloak off himself, knowing she wasn’t paying attention to anything other then her pulsating, wet pussy. He smirked as he unbuttoned his jeans and slowly unzipped them, waiting for another one of her moans to cover the noise. He began to stroke himself in time to her moans, knowing that she was getter closer due to the fact that her breath was catching more frequently and her head was lolling from side to side.



That and her arm was moving more frantically now.



“Oh, Malfoy. Fuck me,” she moaned so softly that Harry barely heard her. He frowned when she came, knowing that it was Malfoy’s cock, and not his own or one of his fellow Gryffindors’, that pounded her in her fantasies and made her moan.



Well, this would not do.



“Alright, Hermione?”



Hermione’s eyes snapped open as she heard Harry’s voice from behind her. She knew, she just knew, that he had seen and heard the entire thing. Which meant, oh fuck, he had heard her call out Malfoy’s name when she came. She couldn’t bring herself to say anything and she couldn’t even move, keeping her hand buried in her cunt.



“Well with a wank like that, I bet you would be,” she heard movement from behind her and suddenly felt his presence there. “Thinking of that slimy Slytherin again, were you? It looks like Ron and I didn’t do our job in erasing him from your mind. Well since it’s just me here, I guess I’ll have to do. Look at me,” he commanded and Hermione couldn’t do anything except obey. She slowly turned her head, to only come into contact with his hard, throbbing cock. The tip was already leaking, the vein that ran along the top of his dick pulsating.



Her face flushed red as she realized he must have been jerking off as she was enjoying herself.

“I think you know what I want, Hermione. And I think you will enjoy it,” Harry positioned his cock so that his head brushed against her lips. He began to run the head over her mouth, his pre-come spreading itself across her plump, pink lips. He smiled down at her and then thrust sharply at her mouth. “Open up for me.”



Her eyes widened further as she looked at him. He looked different to her. There seemed to be a confidence that he had lacked in their last encounter. Also something darker was lurking behind his eyes, as if he wanted to punish her. She swallowed, looking from his eyes to his cock.

Harry’s smile faulted as he noticed that, like that first time, there was a twinge of fear in her eyes.



“You know that I won’t make you do what you don’t want to, right?” Suddenly, his voice was so soft that it startled her. She hadn’t heard, or felt, that softness from one of her lovers in a while. She wasn’t sure if she had ever felt it. Granted, she loved to be treated like some kind of object and she craved that degradation, but she found as time went on that she also craved some kind of connection.



She looked back up at him, seeing the concern in his green eyes bleed away to emerald fire as she closed her lips around his hard flesh. His breath stilled as her mouth slowly descended all the way down. He stroked his hand over her hair, grabbing the silken curls as she pulled her mouth off his staff, dragging her teeth over the hard flesh. His eyes narrowed to slits as she swirled her tongue around his sensitive head, a low hissing emitting from the back of his throat.



“So you were just playing me then?” Hermione grinned coyly, than leaned back in the chair. He raked his eyes over her, noticing her hand was still under her skirt. He watched as her fingers started moving again under her skirt, images of his previous encounter fluttering through his mind.



He reached a hand down and flipped her skirt up, watching her shiver as the air in the Common Room hit her soaked knickers.



“Gods damn it, Hermione.” He grabbed his cock again and began to stroke himself. He rubbed his pre come over the head of his prick, throwing his head back at the sensation and shutting his eyes tightly. Biting her lip, Hermione shifted so that she could pull her skirt off, slowly easing it down her legs and allowing the garment to pool at her feet. As she leaned back again the chair creaked, causing Harry’s eyes to snap back open and then widen at her exposure.



Her tongue flicked out, licking her lips. She began to moan, rocking back and forth on her hand, her juices spilling down onto the rough wood of her chair. She bit her lip as her face flushed, her unoccupied hand grabbing her breast and squeezing as pleasure rolled through her body. Throwing her head back, she came with a roar, her back arched and her shirt clinging to her.



Harry felt as if he was going to come right there from watching her reach her peak. He stopped stroking himself, pushing his pants down and stepping out of them. She slowly opened her eyes, lust dancing through the golden orbs, panting as she watched Harry take his shirt off as well.



Hermione sat upright in the chair, and started to unbutton her shirt slowly. Harry stopped to watch her strip for him; her eyes teasing as she slowly slipped each button through its hole. When her shirt was opened she tried to peel it off, but Harry stopped her, grabbing her hair and pulling himself down to her mouth, planting his lips against hers. He kissed her passionately, an edge of love to the kiss. She couldn’t remember the last time she had been kissed like this, someone she completely and wholly trusted possessing her mouth and her body. She loved Harry and, besides Ron, he was the one boy she knew who loved her back.



His hands reached around to her back and, with a small flourish, sprung open her bra. She gasped as he pulled her under garment off, her nipples puckering as the air hit them. He stepped back to look at her heaving chest, admiring the soft flush of arousal and orgasm that peppered her breasts.



“Stand up and bend over the desk.” She just looked at him, her skirt still hanging around her lips. “Now, bitch.” She slowly unfolded herself from the chair, looking him in the eye. A dark haze of lust and power clouded his eyes, his skin gleaming in the firelight. She stepped in front of him, running a hand down his chest. Before she could reach his weeping organ, he firmly grabbed her wrist and turned her around, slamming her body down on top of the table, her skirt flying up in the process. Her vulva stared up at him, dewy with arousal. “That is the most delicious thing I have ever seen.”



He shifted her hips, then kicked her feet open wider with his foot. He lined himself up behind her, his cock twitching in anticipation. She closed her eyes, placing her hands palm open on the table. Harry bit his own lip, then slowly nudged his way inside her, hitting bottom abruptly and staying there, enjoying the heat and warmth of her wet, pulsating sleeve.



He didn’t move.



Hermione lay there, wondering what he was doing. Her sensitive nipples brushed against the rough, old table. The room was completely silent as the two lovers stayed in that position, neither moving. Hermione sucked in a breath and then turned so she could look over her shoulder.



Harry’s eyes were closed, his lip bitten and his cheeks flushed. Both of his hands gripped her hips, and she saw that his knuckles were steadily turning white. Sweat glistened on his body, the muscles he had gained from Quidditch straining.



“Harry . . . what . . ?”



“Move.”



Hermione’s brow furrowed at his strained voice. “Excuse me?”



“I want you to bounce yourself off my cock. I want you to fuck yourself. I want you to move that amazing pussy over my hard flesh.” Harry lowered his head and looked her in the eye. He brought one hand back and slapped her on the ass, the hard stinging sensation threatening to bring tears to her eyes. “Now.”



She knew from experience that he could spank her for as long as he wanted without tiring and so she moved away from him, rocking onto her hands and then shoving herself back against him until her ass rested against his pelvis. He groaned at the impact, the sound of their flesh meeting echoing around the Common Room. She rocked forward onto her hands again and then slammed back like she had previously. Harry held himself still by digging his fingers even harder into her hips, wanting her to know what it felt like to have the control.



Hermione was reveling in the way it felt to have some control. Sure, Harry had forced her into the situation by telling her what to do, but as she pumped herself over him, she felt so sure of herself and confident in her ability to be more then just a sexual object.



She suddenly thought about Malfoy and the way they had interacted over the past months. She was sure there was no way that he would ever allow her to do something like this.



A sharp slap to her ass made her realize that she had slowed down her thrusting. Smiling to herself, she clenched her muscles around Harry tightly, slamming as hard as she could against him. She then began to circle her hips, his cock buried deep inside her.



“Fuck me, Mione. Come on, fuck me hard!” Harry groaned out through clenched teeth, taking one hand off her hip and fisting her curls. She yelled out when he pulled her hair, a grin splitting Harry’s face. She began to push back against him as hard as she could, sweat forming on her flushed skin. “Yeah, that’s it love.”



He took his other hand off her hip and reached down to pluck at her clit, sending shock waves through her system. She twisted her head just enough to look back at him, a feral look in her amber eyes. He pulled tightly on her hair as he slammed back into her for the first time that night, propelling her forward onto the table so that she collapsed against the table, her body flush with the hard surface.



“Come with my, Mione. “ He rubbed her clit harder as he thrust into her, the table shaking under them. Harry could feel himself about to explode at any moment, the clenching sleeve of her cunt trying to draw out his orgasm. Suddenly, with no warning, she came a third time, screaming and banging her head against the table at the powerful waves rushing through her system. She tightened painfully around Harry, who shouted out his own pleasure as he flooded her pussy with his seed, her cunt milking every drop out off him.



When he was finished, he slumped over her, kissing her neck to calm her down. She closed her eyes and sighed, her legs shaking as she tried to hold herself upright.



“Thank you,” he whispered in her ear, her curls shifting against her skin as his breath came out. She smiled slightly, his soft words such a contradiction to what he had just asked of her.



“You never have to thank me, Harry.”



“Does Malfoy ever thank you?” The question gave Hermione pause. She opened her eyes and looked back at him. Why would Malfoy ever thank her for anything? If anything he just took with no concern for what she felt, or what she wanted, or how she wanted it.



She was just a Mudblood slag. She was just a hole for him to dump his come into. He didn’t care if he hurt her and why should he? She had never shown him any reason to think of her beyond just being his own personal whore. The way Harry had given her the reins, yet also made it clear he was in charge, gave her a confidence to do something she hadn’t thought of yet.



She was going to go find Malfoy. And she was going to get the pleasure from him that she deserved.



It was time she put him in his place.









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A/N: Oh wow. Sorry it took so long. I can give you all kinds of excuses about school starting up and how insane my life has been, trying to get applications turned in to acting academies and everything else that's been going on, but I won't, because you guys are faithful readers and deserve mroe then that!



I hope this satisfied your hunger for another chapter in this story. I am running out of ideas on this thing, so I don't know how much longer this story will be. I have officially decided that Snape will not be in this fic. However, there will be a .... companion piece where all the adult men teach Hermione and give her her education, so he will be turning up there. SOTF and The Storm are giving me problems right now, but I will have something up soon.



Originally, this was going to be Neville.. but I decided against that. It seems my little PWP wanted to grow up and develope a plot... And so it has!



Please review if you are so inclined.