The Education of Miss Granger

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Hermione had been watching him for weeks, observing his patterns and his habits. He would sometimes catch her eyeing him. He would stare back and, instead of looking away in disgust or shame, she would blatantly continue watching him, daring him to look away first. At first, he had stared back, trying to unnerve her with salacious winks and smirks. As the days progressed, and as her facial expression continued to remain a blank look of difference, Malfoy began to become unsettled. Soon he found himself purposely avoiding her gaze, those amber eyes of hers that desired to suck out his soul. He felt as if he would lose himself in them if he stared to long. A slow, triumph smile was beginning to form on Hermione’s lips; a mysteriously sly grin that most of the boys in her year began to fear. Most of the boys in her year had seen a completely different side of Hermione Granger, a side that was startling to say the least.

Now everyone was beginning to notice the little quirk to her lips, the confident bounce in her step.
Only one person seemed to gather what it meant, and it meant trouble.

Malfoy found himself pacing in front of a window in an unused corridor one evening. Dinner had just let out and he had escaped, no longer able to handle the looks. Granger was looking at him oddly, as if he were a rare, bloody steak that she hoped to devour. There was a feral tint to her eyes that scared him.

There, he admitted it. Granger scared him.
She had always made him slightly nervous before. She could do magic that was far beyond the things they learned at school. She also had a fierce will, a strong determination tore down any obstacle in her path.

She was also sexy as hell when he was pounding into her, begging him to fuck her harder.

Not that he would ever admit these things to her.

Growling, he slammed his fists down on the windowsill. Gods damn her and her damn bushy hair! She wasn’t even worth his time. She was just a filthy, dirty little slag –

A filthy, dirty little slag that got him hotter and harder then anything he had ever had before.

It had all been just a game to him in the beginning. Seeing her so vulnerable in the library that night, knowing she was untouchable, had made him want her so badly. Then she had surrendered so beautifully to his wishes, laying down and opening herself up, letting him do what he wanted to her.

His cock hardened at the memory of taking her virginity from her. Stolen was more like it, the way her back arched off the old, wooden table, the way her wet pussy had clenched around him.

This was getting him nowhere. He stared out into the dark night from his place above the school grounds. These thoughts were getting him absolutely nowhere. He wanted her terribly. She had infected him, infecting him with her dirty blood. She was under his skin. He was beginning to lose his control.

It was amazing what a week of her looking at him like that was doing to him.

He had controlled her and passions up until this point. He had made her fuck Blaise, and Theodore, and Pansy, and he was pretty sure he could have gotten her to fuck anyone else if he had wanted her too. She had once been under his thumb, not able to breath for fear of pissing him off, of having their trysts ripped away from her.

Now he was maddened by her. He wanted, needed, to feel her hot sleeve clutching around him tightly. His hand no longer satisfied him, Pansy no longer satisfied him, every other Gods damn slag in this fucking place didn’t satisfy him!

“Evening, Malfoy.”

His jaw clenched tightly, his back tensing at the sound of her voice. His hands clawed into fists as he continued to stare out the window, determined to ignore her.

“Not going to say hello? Surely your mother taught you better manners than that.” He heard her tsk behind him, her robes rustling as she no doubt took one step forward. “I mean, even I know that you’re supposed to reply when someone greets you and I’m just a dirty Mudblood. I wasn’t brought up in a decent, refined, pureblood house like yours.” Malfoy could hear the smile in her voice and all it did was annoy him, setting him on edge and fraying his nerves that much more. He felt her hands on his upper arms and his body shook, disbelieving her audacity. “Not going to say hello? I’m saddened by this Draco,” she whispered his name, blowing hot air into his ear before capturing his ear lobe in between her teeth, nipping the flesh just enough to send the beginning of a chill down his spine. His closed his eyes, his fists shaking.

“Get your filthy hands off me, Mudblood. I know what you’re playing at and it won’t work,” he growled the lie out, his shame overwhelming him as he felt his pants tighten even more. She chuckled, sending rumbling vibrations through his back.

“Won’t it, love?” She asked caustically, running the fingertips of one hand down his arm, down his side, and creeping around in front of him to feel his bulge. He hissed as her fingertips lightly danced over his straining erection. “Oh dear, I think it has.” She chuckled again, grabbing him and squeezing ever so slightly.

Hissing he turned around, grabbing her arms tightly and pushing her across the hall, slamming her back against the wall opposite the window. Heat and desire flashed in her eyes as she watched him breathing deep and hard, his chest rising and falling in irritation.

“You’re crossing a line you don’t want to cross, Mudblood,” he slammed her into the wall again for good measure, then watched in annoyance as that bloody smile spread across her lips again. “Why do you keep smiling like that, you crazy bitch?”

“Because,” she leaned into him, running her plump lips across his jaw line. “I know something you don’t know.”

She planted her lips on his, pushing her body completely flush against his. He didn’t respond to her kisses and so she kissed harder, lifting one leg and wrapping it around his waist. She nibbled on his bottom lip, licking over the spot with her tongue. She smiled against his lips at his snarl, knowing that she was infuriating him.

“What’s wrong, Draco, don’t you want to fuck?” She thrust her pelvis into his, smiling at the dark look that crossed his face. “I mean, you’re the one who’s been reminding me that I belong to you, and that all I’m good for is a hard fuck in a dark classroom, or dungeon corridor. So what’s wrong, love? Here I am.”

Malfoy was looking at her, wondering what was wrong with him. He was hard, ready to go, and she was willing.

Realization dawned on him. She was willing. She wanted this and that’s why he didn’t want it. She was throwing himself in his hands. He realized that he didn’t like this side of her. He liked to keep her guessing, keep her on her toes. He liked to be the one calling the shots.

The one in control.

In all their encounters and interactions, he had been the one telling her what to do. And now, all of a sudden, she wanted to control him. Something was up with her. She was trying to teach him a lesson, and he would have none of that. She belonged to him, not the other way around.

His eyes narrowed and he saw her swallow. Hermione was smart, and she knew that he was smart as well. How could she even fathom that he wouldn’t catch on eventually? As a slow grin spread across his face, Hermione tried to keep her face neutral. She was not going to let on that she knew that he knew what her game was. She was going to fight for control in this situation. She had to, or else everything he said about her would be true.

“You’re right, Granger. I couldn’t have said the words better myself,” he rubbed himself against her, watching in amusement as color spread itself against her cheeks. “You really are just a warm body for me to use. Look at the way you’re throwing yourself at me. I’ve taught you well.” He sucked her neck into his mouth, biting on the flesh and then running his tongue over the sore spot.
Hermione groaned against him, fighting to push him off her.

He would not win!

“What’s wrong? I thought you wanted it,” Draco breathed against her heated skin, his breath swirling her curls against hr ears. She could fully feel his erection now, straining against her stomach. It was now going to become a battle between their wills, a battle to see who was going to give into who.

Hermione raised her head ever so slightly, so that her eyes were locked with Draco’s. Passion, lust, and anger swirled in her eyes, nearly intoxicating Draco. She wanted him, and that was a look he had always wanted to see from her. Even if she had annoyed him the entire time they had known each other, he had always wanted her.

And he could admit that somewhere inside of him, he had always wanted her to want him back.
Suddenly, the air rushed out of him as he felt his back strike the wall. She had gained the upper hand, using what little strength she had to her advantage. He was shocked to see her wand in her hand, looking down the piece of wood into her eyes were it pressed into his neck. He slowly leaned his head back, eyes wide.

“I’m not an idiot. I know your stronger then me. So I guess I’ll have to do this the only way you purebloods understand,” Malfoy unconsciously flinched, feeling a hex coming his way. He was shocked, then, when she whispered a spell he didn’t recognize, not understanding why his legs were spreading themselves. He tried to move them back into position, but suddenly found himself immobile. He looked down and saw metal shackles clutching his ankles. He looked up with wide eyed anger and went to grab her, only to feel his arms lift of their own accord and hit the wall behind him. He looked up with a sickened feeling and saw matching shackles encircling his wrists.

“Damn you, Granger! Let me go! What in fucking hell do you think you’re playing at, you bloody demented cunt!” She didn’t flinch at his anger, or answer him, and just took a step back to admire her handiwork. He continued to struggle and thrash, painting her name red with ever slander and curse he could think of. Finally, after he had finished struggling, she flicked her wand one more time.

Cold air immediately rushed across his flushed skin, his cock shrinking slightly in chilly air. A fine shiver ran down his spine, only to be replaced with a seething, boiling anger.

She was dead.

There was silence in the stone hallway. Hermione was just watching, enjoying the fact that for once it was Malfoy that was stripped and defenseless. She could see everything, laid out so nicely for her. His pale pink nipples were hard, the tips looking extremely lickable. His stomach muscles were pulled taut and tight due to the way his arms lay above his head. The cords of muscles popped in his straining legs and arms. And then there was the main show.

Although it had shrunk a little in the exposed air of the corridor, his hard cock still stood proud, thick, and hard from his pelvis. His eyes traced the movement of the tip of her tongue as it trailed across her lips. He drew in a sharp breath at the implications that tiny movement fed to his brain.

Images of her on her knees in front of him flitted through his mind and he looked across the hallway at her, feeling triumphant at the dark lust in her eyes.

She smiled rakishly at him, beginning to unbutton her shirt. A dark green velvet bra came into sight with silver piping and he groaned out loud. Who knew the Gryffindor princess looked so good in snakes’ colors? A grin crossed her face as she shed her top, letting it drop to the floor. Her breasts were pressed up high and close together. She ran her hands down over her chest, down her stomach, and to the zipper at her skirt. She undid the zipper and let the piece of fabric fall to the ground. Matching knickers clung to her hipbones, the velvet hipster shorts melding on her body like a second skin.

She stepped back into Malfoy and cocked her head to the side. She slowly ran a hand down his body, clawing her fingers and leaving red marks along his side. He hissed and flung his head back at the sensation. She encircled his cock with her slim hand and began to pump his shaft, tugging almost painfully on his hard flesh.

His body jerked, his hips bucking into the air. She grinned, taking her hand away and then slowly sinking to the ground in front of him.

He looked down at her, just as he wanted her, on her knees before him and about to take his cock in her mouth. She took one long swipe across his hardened flesh with her pink tongue before she continued moving. She eased herself down unto the floor in front of him, getting comfortable on the stones below her.

He watched her curiously, practically salivating as she ran her hands over her breasts, squeezing and rolling the malleable flesh. She closed her eyes, running her fingers up to the straps of her bra. She lowered the silver strings, bringing down the cups of her bra with them, her breasts popping out of their encasement deliciously. She gasped as cold air pricked her already hard nipples and then smiled. She rolled her nipples between her fingers, pinching and pulling at her red tips.

She lifted her back up and unhooked her bra, gently placing the garment beside her and then laying back down, arching her back just enough so that her breasts were thrust forward.

Hermione continued to run her hands down her body, dancing her fingertips over the velvet encasing her hips. She vaguely heard Malfoy groaning as he watched her, but she was interested in other things, mainly the throbbing clit between her legs.

Slowly, she pushed one hand into her knickers, letting the other one skim back up to pinch one of her nipples. She found her sensitive bundle and began to rub it, moving her fingertips in circles around her clit. She moaned and wiggled on the floor, biting her lip. She slowly opened her eyes, watching Malfoy through the haze of lust clouding her vision.

His eyes were hard and determined, almost as hard as his cock. It had dutifully recovered from being in the cold air and she could see his whitish fluid oozing from his tip. The head had turned dark red, almost purple and the veins along his cock were throbbing painfully.

She lifted her hips up and moved her hands so that she could push down her knickers. She took them off and placed them next to her bra, teasing Malfoy by keeping her legs closed tightly. She smiled, slowly opening her legs and setting the bottoms of her feet against the stone floor. She grasped at her nipple again and started to finger herself, groaning and withering against the floor.

Malfoy could feel her heat rolling of her and hitting him full force. He watched her dip her fingers into her opening and bring her wetness up and rub it around herself. He watched her body twist and turn as she moaned. He watched her chest flush and turn pink, the flush of orgasm sprinkling itself across her skin.

She came with a load groan, arching her back high off the ground and thrusting her chest into the air. Immense pleasure raced through her body and she squeezed her eyes tight, panting heavily as she slowly came back to earth.

She lay still for a second, her hands still in place and then she was suddenly in front of him, pushing his cock down her throat. He shouted out in the dim corridor, closing his eyes and then opening them again when he felt his tip hit the back of her throat. She was swallowing him down, working her throat muscles over his hard flesh.

She was literally hungry for his cock and it was making him crazy.

“Granger,” he choked out. She looked up at him through her eye lashes, keeping his prick firmly lodged in her throat. She stopped moving her mouth over him and just held him there, waiting for him to finish his thought. “If you don’t stop that . . .” his voice trailed off and Hermione knew what he was saying. With a loud, wet pop, she drew her mouth of his cock, standing up on shaking legs and leaning into him.

“I want you to fuck me now, Malfoy. I’m going to let you go, but you have to promise not to hurt me,” the words felt hollow even as she said them, because they both knew that as soon as she let him go, he was going to come at her and take what he thought was rightfully his. “Promise.”

He sighed. Right now he would say anything to fuck that hot, wet pussy of hers. Surely she had to know that. He would even have renounced his pureblood status, admitting that Muggles were surely the superior race.

“Malfoy?”

“Yes, fine, all right. I won’t hurt you.” She smiled that confident, crazy smile and backed up to where she had dropped her wand. She picked it up and turned around, placing her back to him. “Damn it Granger, what the fuck -,”

His words cut off as two things happened at once. She rested against the windowsill on the other side of the hallway, exposing her glistening folds to him as she bent over the ledge. He felt himself be released and he looked down and then up to confirm that he was free. With no preamble, he strodeto the other side of the hallway, thrusting all the way to the hilt inside her wet heat.

It was Hermione’s turn to scream as her body hit the windowsill, her hips colliding bruisingly with the ledge of the window. Malfoy stayed buried deep inside her, relishing in how her channel clenched involuntarily around him. When he felt her body start to recover, he harshly pulled out and thrust back in, setting a pace that was punishing and demanding.

He leaned his body over her, placing his hands underneath her and cupping her breasts, pulling down on them on his downward thrusts. She had no other recourse then to move with him, her ass slapping back against his body. The sound of their thrusting seemed to reverberate through the stone halls, and if she wasn’t so certain that no one used this particular part of the castle, she would almost be worried that they would have been heard. But as it was, no one used this part of the castle and they were safe.

She felt a hard sting hit her ass, and then another, and then another, and realized Malfoy was going to punish her. They both knew he had no intent to keep his promise of not hurting her. He was going to do what he wanted, but that was okay.

For a while, Hermione had controlled him and that was what she had come to get.

Now she was getting something else entirely, and she wasn’t going to complain about anything.

He suddenly pulled out of her, opening her ass cheeks so he could slide his wet cock between them. She groaned and flung her head back at the sheer debauchery of the situation, moving her ass in circles against him. They both knew what was coming and so it was no surprise when Malfoy put a hand on her lower back and stilled her movements, lining his cock up with her asshole.

In one, hard push he was inside her, burying himself deep inside her tightest channel. They both groaned in unison, adjusting to the feeling. He slowly circled his dick in her ass, widening it a little before thrusting tightly back inside. They began to move in tandem again, slowly at first. Hermione was surprised by his seeming concern, but then again he had always been careful with her ass. He started to pick his pace up, digging his fingers into her hips. He closed his eyes tightly as she moved back against him, Malfoy feeling his balls begin to tighten.

He pushed himself deep inside of her and came, filling her up with his seed. She groaned as she felt it squirt inside her and pool there. He sagged against her body as he came down, his heartbeat slowing down. He pulled out of her, stepping away and turning his back.

She slowly stood up, walked over to where her underwear was and slipped on her knickers. Malfoy looked at her then, watching her body twist as she put her bra on.

Had he somehow just let her dominate him?

Hermione stood to her full height and then looked at him, taking in his naked frame. He smirked at the bruises on her hips, and then shivered in the cold. She walked over to her pile of clothes, smirking to herself as he shivered in the cold. It would serve him right if she left him naked here and walked away.

She looked back at him and saw something in his eyes, something that she had never seen there before. It was almost a look of triumphant defeat, as if he knew that she had dominated and yet he had gotten the outcome he wanted.

Had she really dominated him? And had she gotten what she wanted, or were they now firmly on equal footing?

She pointed her wand at him, bringing back his clothes from wherever she had sent them. A look of questioning crossed his brow but he didn’t say anything. He just continued to look at her, watching her as she gave a small smile and then took off.

Her win seemed almost bittersweet. She knew in heart that she had managed to control him, even though no one would ever know. And the next time they ran into each other, he would be the one in control once again. And yet his eyes had revealed to her all she needed to know.

For one moment, he had marked her as his equal.

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Um... Sorry for the wait? Please don't hurt me?

I hope you enjoyed this chapter. I have the next one plotted out in my brain. Sadly, this story is coming to an end. But wait!! There's more!!! I'm writing a companion peice to this where Hermione goes though the Men of A Certain Age from Harry Potter. Hopefully that'll disquiet all those who wanted Snape to come out of no where and take her.

Please review if the mood strikes you. I hope the wait was worth it, as I really wanted to send out something nice.