Punishment for Gryffindor

I don’t own any of the characters and I don’t make money off of any of them.

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Hermione woke up and was surprise to see Draco laying next to her.
She almost yelled but to remember the events that took over before they went to sleep.
Her underwear that was pulled off was still on the ground, but Hermione couldn’t bother picking it up since she really needed to go to the bath room.

Draco’s bath room was covered in gold, a little bit much done for a faculty room. But Hermione enjoyed her relief as she urinated, and stood up to wash her hands.

After she did, she noticed something really weird about her self. There seem to be something missing, and she tried to find out what is was by looking in the mirror.

She looked perfectly fine as she saw her self looking back. But thought to feel that the difference was coming from between her legs.

Draco woke up as he heard a scream coming from his bath room. He had a dream about shagging Hermione and the Slytherin girl, and was a little irritated with the disturbance.

“Draco Malfoy!” Hermione said, coming out of the bath room with a tomato coloured face.
“How could you do this to me!?”

She said, pulling her skirt up to show the reason for her anger.

Draco laughed as he got out of his bed.

“I thought you would like it! It was just a joke, don’t get mad.” He said, leaning forward trying to kiss her.

“A joke? A JOKE? You think shaving a girls’ pubic hair in a form of s ‘D’ is a JOKE?”
She said as she pushed him away.

Draco held her waist as he put his lips to her neck.

“I promise I will make it up to you. Don’t get mad Mione...” He said in his little boy voice.

Before Hermione could hit Malfoy across the head, there was a big bang on the door.

Malfoy rolled his eyes, feeling that he was interrupted. When he opened it, there was a house elf looking up with beady eyes.

“What do you want?” Grumped Draco, not even looking at the elf.

“Sir Draco. You two are late for the Great Hall dinner for the special naming of the prefects.”
The elf said, eyeing Hermione with disapproving eyes.
“It already started a minute ago, and Dumbledore said he wasn’t going to start the naming until you two attended.”

“Oh, SHIT!” Hermione said, picking up a new shirt for Draco to wear. “We also forgot to go to the noon class to teach!”

Draco went white as he heard what Hermione said. Forget about being late for the Great Hall, but imagine skipping one of your teacher’s assistant duties with Snape.

“God Granger. I hope we don’t have to sit near him.”

Draco said as he took the shirt as he shoved it on.

Hermione felt the same, hoping that Snape forgot about their absence during noon.

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The two ran in breathless as they entered the Great Hall. All the students were eyeing them to make sure that they knew it was there fault that the naming was delayed.

Malfoy had three of his top buttons of his shirt still opened, and the Slytherin girl reacted to that as she opened her legs towards him to show her underwear, licking her lips.
She move her hands signaling a sign language, ‘I want you’ towards Draco. And he responded to that with a grin.

And to top everything off, the potions teacher sat with his assistant teacher’s during huge events like this. Which mean a whole awkward hour for Draco and Hermione with their potions professor.

He glared at them and shook his head as they sat them selves. In the order of Snape, Hermione and Draco.

Hermione felt uncomfortable sitting between the two men that she had interest in. One of them she loved, which is clearly Snape.

“You two. Where were you today during noon. I managed with out you but I don’t let people get paid while they skip coming to work.” He said, with out looking at them.

“We... we were just working professor. And lost track of time....”
Hermione said, trying her best not to seem suspicious.

Snape looked away to start a conversation with Dumbledore.

‘Well. I guess he doesn’t care who I spend time with...’ Hermione thought to her self as she looked at her mashed potato’s and beef pie.

After the naming of the prefects, Snape kept on talking to Dumbledore through out the whole dinner.

Snape wanted to tell how much he wanted Hermione to get the hell away from Draco. Or vice versa. But he felt that she actually enjoyed spending time with the woman-hungry horny bastard.
They did got along well, and even skipped their duties together that day.
But Snape wasn’t going to give up. He was going to try to get Hermione back, even if it took a long long time.

Draco noticed that Hermione was occupied with staring at Snape, and he knew Snape was concerned about his and Hermione’s relationship. So Draco put Snape in to a test.

As Hermione sat at her table eating her mash potatoes, she felt a cold hand touch her thigh.
She gasped, wondering if Snape was starting to give her a ‘punishment’ again, but soon found out that it was Draco’s.

The hand eventually slide between her thighs, and soon, on her clit.
Under the table it was dark, so no body could see what was going on. But Hermione felt the hand with every move it made, and it gave her pleasure.

“What..What the hell are you doing Draco?”

Hermione said, whispering, trying to move off his hands with out making it look obvious to the faculties and pupils in the room. She shut her legs with a hard ‘bang’, but he still manage to ram in his fingers between her.

“I told you I will make it up to you, and thank God you forgot your underwear.” Draco purred, “Now, go back eating your meal so people don’t notice.”

It was a dirty thing Draco did, but Hermione found the excitement wondering if any body would catch them on the act. The students couldn’t see under the table for there was a board that hid the legs of the faculty table. But still, Hermione tried not to whimper too much.

Snape noticed, being the one sitting next to Hermione. He could see the spasms that Hermione made when she was eating her beef pie.
He was worried that she wasn’t feeling well, and almost asked her if she was ok.

Soon, he heard the heavy breathing she made, and a whimper that resembled the sound when she got her ‘punishment.’
He noticed how it brought back memories, and a boner was formed between his legs.

It was when Hermione dropped her fork on the table, when Snape decided to investigate what was going on. But Dumbledore kept on talking to him the whole time, which made it harder to speculate.

“Draco... please.... some one might....” Hermione said, cutting her sentence short.

“Oh come on Granger. I know you like it.” Draco said, increasing the speed of the thrusting on the clitoris.

Snape heard their conversation, and soon noticed that Draco had a hand up her skirt.
His face got paler than ever, and anger rushed through him.

He opened his mouth to tell them to stop, trying not to make it obvious to the whole room.
But Dumbledore interrupted, talking to him about the new prefects and how they all seem to be meaner each year.

Snape could see the aroused Hermione, hot and flushed. He couldn’t stop being pissed and he wanted to tell them to stop, but Dumbledore kept on talking and talking and talking....

“I like how your bush is shaped, Granger.” Draco said, pulling on her clit this time, pinching it a little.

Hermione noticed that she was about cum, and couldn’t hold it in any more.
“Oh...oh..oh....oh....”
She couldn’t help the small moaning slip out of her mouth. And soon, it got faster and she came to the part where she yelled and spilled her pumpkin juice.

“YOU TWO. THAT IS FUCKING ENOUGH.” Snape yelled, before her last moan could be heard by any one.

The room went silent, and Snape noticed the young students and all of the faculty staring at him with big eyes.

Snape coughed awkwardly, and resumed eating his dinner like nothing had happen. The students saw his coolness and went back to their meal as well. But the other teachers looked down at their plates, not knowing what to say.

“Miss Granger, Mr. Malfoy,” Snape said in a lethal voice. “Meet me right at my dungeons tonight at 11. Don’t you dare think about being late.”

Hermione and Draco nodded, but couldn’t touch their food for the fear of their life.