SLYTHERIN PARTIES

Den of Sin


To All Seventh Years
It’s time for our annual ‘Den of Sin’ Party!
Halloween Night
Where you can let your inhibitions go
What goes on in the dungeons, stay in the dungeons
Dress appropriately
(Sorry no virgins allowed)
- Slytherin

Harry read over the notice that was pinned up on the Gryffindor bulletin board. He grinned to himself, then went to find Ron and Hermione. He found Ron playing Exploding Snap with Ginny and they in turn went to Hermione’s room.... the Head Girl’s domain.

They opened the door to almost be blasted out by the loud music of Sinergy, but stepped in anyway to turn down the music down as they watched her do her daily workout. She was presently jumping rope in a pair of brief shorts and tank top, the muscles in her arms and legs flexing with each bounce, her skin glistening with sweat as she pushed herself harder.

She finally finished with the rope, then went to the inclined bench. “What brings you guys here?” she asked using a towel to wipe the sweat from her face and neck.

“Have you read the notice about Slytherins party?” Ron asked.

She sat at the bench and hooked her feet at the levitated end, then sat with her arms resting over her raised knees. “Yeah...I saw it first thing this morning,” she said.

“Do you want to go?” Harry asked.

“I’d have to go home to get the appropriate clothing,” she said grinning.

“It will be fun to see the others reaction to the real Head Girl,” Harry said smirking.

Harry and Ron were the only two that knew of Hermione’s secret life, the way she was during the summer months. The three of them started clubbing a few years back and shared quite a few experiences in some of the racier clubs. Needless to say, the guys knew where every piercing and tattoo was that she had on her body. It was a rare and close friendship the three of them shared. Even though they had been intimate with each other, they still remained friends.

The three of them talked as she did her sit ups, with the guys suggesting what she should wear to the Slytherin party for the next weekend. After she was finished, she showered and went to meet them in the library to do some research for a roll of parchment needed for Transfiguration.

Hermione took her time in getting to the library while she thought of the reactions she would receive with people finding out how and who she really was. Visually, she was still Hermione, the Head Girl....a look of innocence about her in her baggy jeans, Gryffindor sweatshirt, and her hair in a ponytail that hung down her back. Underneath the baggy clothes, the raunchier side of Hermione resides.....black leather and lace thong panties and bra. Naughty and nice all in one package.


Later in the week Dumbledore let Hermione floo home for a couple of hours to gather a few things that she would need and to have a nice dinner with her parents. After dinner, with promises to write, she slung her backpack over her one shoulder to make her way back to Hogwarts, smiling to herself about what clothes she had decided on. Harry and Ron had not even see this particular outfit.

The night of the party quickly approached with the seventh years talking enthusiastically about going, while the fifth and sixth years grumbled about not being able to go. It was also known that a few people that used to attend Hogwarts would be going, like Oliver Wood, and Fred, and George Weasley.

Hermione soaked in the tub for about a half hour before coming out to start getting ready. First she put the gold hoop in her navel piercing, then used her wand to reveal the tongue stud and the tattoos. A dragon on her upper hip and a black jaguar on her back shoulder, smiling to herself as she felt it purr on her back.

She slipped on her pants and her barely-there top then worked on her face and hair. Once she was satisfied with the results, she slipped on her three inch black pumps with the gold metal heels. She grasped her long leather jacket to place it over her one arm then made her way to the Gryffindor common room.

She purposely came down a bit later to avoid some of the younger students, but was not really surprised to see the reaction from the sixth and seventh years on her appearance.

Harry and Ron were sitting on the couch talking to Oliver Wood (who had came for the party) about quidditch, when Oliver stopped talking to look past their shoulders. Harry turned to see what had gotten his attention (along with everyone else in the room), and smirked before walking up to Hermione to kiss her cheek.

“Wow,” he exclaimed looking her up and down. “Who are you wearing that for?” he asked grinning wickedly.

She returned his grin, “don’t know yet,” she said before slipping on the jacket to cover her revealing outfit. “Ready to go?”

The group of them walked down the many stairs to the dungeons, Hermione’s metal heels clicking on the stone floor as they made their way. The Slytherin portrait was partially open for them to enter.

Hermione, Ron, and Harry stood near the entrance to the Slytherin common room, looking around the changed room. The theme seemed to be some kind of an erotic hell. The room was larger that Harry remembered from his second year when Ron and himself took some polyjuice potion to find out who was the Slytherin heir. One area had couches and chairs with deep looking cushions placed around a large coffee table, already littered with empty liquor bottles and glasses, where presently there were some people making out heavily, not paying no mind to the other people around them. Off to the side of that area, steps went down to a sunken dance floor with thick grey fog swirling around the dancing couples feet. Couples could barely be seen on the dimmed dance floor, where occasionally a glimpse of naked flesh could be observed in the flashing lights. In each corner of the room there was a large bar set up where people gathered around talking to one another or kissing each other. This ‘Den of Sin’ party looked like it was a virtual snog fest.

Hermione stepped down farther into the room as she looked around more to see a lot of scantily clad girls, and guys wearing little or tight clothing that left nothing to the imagination. She looked to the bar in the one corner and was mildly surprised to see Professor Snape tending bar, smirking to the students as they sampled his concoctions.

The music was loud and very much to her liking as she tapped her one foot and nodded her head to the sound of Rob Zombie that could be felt below her feet. She then smiled to Blaise as he approached and licked her lips at the way his leather pants clung to his hips.

“Hey guys, glad you could make it. You can leave your cloaks or coats in the small room by Professor Snape there, and help yourself to anything that you may like....and I mean anything,” Blaise said grinning to the trio.

On the way to the room, she smirked at the surprised Snape. She blew him a kiss smartly, then sauntered behind Harry and Ron, her black leather jacket billowing behind her.

Draco was standing at the bar talking to the professor when the golden trio walked by. To say he was surprised was an understatement. Harry and Ron actually were dressed appropriately in leather pants and tight t-shirts. Of Hermione, all he was able to see was a bit of bare skin at her waist with the long leather jacket covering her body. What got his attention though was the squeaky clean look about her that was not there. Instead of the long ponytail she usually wore, her hair was loose and flowing around her face and shoulders in a dark auburn color. Her face was made up to make her look exotic, sexy, and very alluring. He waited for her to come out to see what else she was hiding.

Blaise had come up to Draco at the bar seeing him look to the room where the Gryffindors went. “Granger looks good, huh?” he asked smirking.

“I guess....yeah,” Draco replied, shrugging his one naked shoulder.

“You know I’ve heard some things about her that you would find hard to believe,” Blaise said mysteriously.

“Like what?” Draco asked as he noticed Harry and Ron walking out with Oliver Wood.

“Can’t say. We might find out later with a game we’ll play though,” Blaise smirked.

“Really...Draco. Why the interest?” Snape asked.

“Not interest. Just curious.”

He then watched as she made her entrance and almost spit out his firewhiskey that he had just taken a sip of. She wore long snug fitting black sheer pants with slits on the outside of the leg up to her knees. They were held up at her lower hips by strips of black leather, the sides of the pants scalloped to show quite a bit of naked hip. Her black thong panties were clearly visible under the sheer material of the pants. The pants hung low on her hips where you could see her firm stomach and the gold ring in her navel. Her top was a halter style with a plunging neckline that just stopped under her breasts. The halter had thin strips of leather that connected her barely-there top to a leather choker around her slim throat, leaving her arms and shoulders bare.

She walked towards Draco and Blaise confidently, enjoying their surprised expressions. “Hey Blaise....Malfoy,” she said turning her back to face an equally shocked Potions Professor. She smirked, then looked to the board behind the bar. “What’s that for?” she asked pointing her long red painted fingernail to the board.

Blaise walked closer after enjoying the view of Hermione’s backside. “Oh...that. That is a little contest that is being held tonight.”

“What do you need to do?” She asked as she saw the list of names with stars beside them.

“Well, who ever has kissed the most people by the end of the night, gets the title of Hogwarts stud...or studette, I guess,” he said grinning. “Interested?”

Hermione looked to Harry and Ron before nodding her head. “Sure, why not,” she smirked.

“Great. The rules are that it has to be a consensual kiss and can be marked only once for each person,” Blaise said taking out his wand.

“Does it have to be opposite sex?” Hermione asked, not seeing Draco look at her more for that remark.

“No. A kiss is a kiss,” Blaise said smirking. “Now, I need to put you on the list before you can begin,” he said as he touched the list with his wand and said their names where they soon appeared at the bottom of the list. “Okay then, all set.”

Hermione smirked to Blaise. “May I?” she asked. He nodded answering her smirk with one of his own.

Blaise was surprised when she put her hand behind his neck to pull him closer. He watched her lick her lips then felt her lips glide over his, then the tip of her tongue slide along the crease of his lips to delve inside to meet his tongue. At his slight moan, she pulled back smirking as she looked to him, then went to mingle with the others by the dance floor.

Draco watched her retreating backside, then turned to Blaise who was looking at the list to see a star appear beside Hermione’s name. “Shit,” Blaise said running his fingers through his hair.

“What?” Snape asked.

“Not what I expected,” Blaise said.

“Why?” Draco asked.

“Her tongue in pierced,” he smirked to his fellow Slytherins. The three of them saw another star appear beside her name then turned to see her finish a kiss with Harry.

After Hermione let Harry’s lips go, she grinned, then looked around the room. “See anyone you may be interested in ‘Mione?” Harry asked.

Her eyes scanned the room, then fell on Draco who was in the process of kissing a red head Slytherin by the name of Jamie. They were on the dance floor, his hands on her hips, grinding away to the music. He was wearing faded blue jeans that hung low on his hips. His muscled torso, naked as Jamie’s hands went to his ass to bring him closer against her. He then looked up as if he felt her gaze, his eyes glazed with lust.

Harry waved his hand in front of Hermione’s face. “Hermione.....earth to Hermione,” he said smirking.

“Uh....what?” she asked as she turned her head towards Harry.

“I said, do you see anyone you might be interested in tonight?”

“Yeah....I do,” she said grinning, thinking of how that naked chest would feel under her fingertips.

“Who?” Ron asked.

“You’ll have to wait and see,” she replied mysteriously as she walked away from them to join in the dancing, on the other side of where Draco was currently finding out if Jamie was indeed wearing underwear under that short skirt of hers.

Draco watched throughout the night as Hermione made her rounds, kissing almost every guy there....except him. Of course who would refuse with the way she looks tonight. She even kissed Crabbe and Goyle, although it was a quick peck on the lips before she moved on to the next set of lips.

Hermione knew Draco was watching her and grinned as she made her way to Pansy who was leaning against the bar. “Good party Pansy,” she said getting another drink from Snape.

“Yeah, it turned out pretty good,” Pansy replied. “You surprised a lot of people here tonight Granger,” she added smirking.

Hermione shrugged her one shoulder. “I expected it,” she said.

“So, tell me....is the bad girl image all an act?” Pansy asked.

“You tell me,” Hermione said smirking, “or I can show you.”

“How?”

“Let me kiss you,” she said coming closer to Pansy.

Snape stopped pouring a drink when he heard the request and waited to see what Pansy would say, and was surprised when it was accepted.

Hermione placed both her hands on either side of Pansy on the bar as she leaned closer, pushing her one leg in between Pansy\'s. She glided her tongue along Pansy’s bottom lip until she was allowed entry. Her tongue probed in her mouth until she heard Pansy moan and swirl her tongue around Hermione’s, as she raised her leg a bit higher against Pansy.

Quite a few people watched this kiss including Draco who came up beside Harry and Ron. “Christ.....what else is she hiding?” Draco asked as they watched Pansy’s hands go around Hermione’s back to bring her closer to her.

“That’s nothing,” Ron said smirking.

“So, she’s into girls then?” Draco asked a little disappointed.

Harry looked to Draco and smirked knowingly. “She’s done them, but prefers guys,” he said as they watched the two girls pull apart. Then even he was surprised when she bent over the bar to talk to Snape. ‘She wouldn’t,’ Harry thought to himself. And then, ‘she did,’ a short while later.


Hermione had pulled away from Pansy with a satisfied smile. “Well....what do you think. An act or not?”

Pansy touched her lips, her body still tingling from the kiss. “No, not an act,” she said grinning, then walked over to her stunned boyfriend Terry Boot who looked like he was about to cum in his pants.

Hermione then looked to Snape behind the bar who was looking at her in shock. She grinned as she raised her one leg to kneel on the bar stool and lean over the bar. “Anything I can do for you Professor?” she asked as she pulled him closer by his shirt.

“No, you may not Miss Granger,” he said stepping back from her.

“Tell me professor, did you like watching two girls kissing?”

He glared at her then looked to her lips, her tongue darting out to lick their fullness. “Yes,” he said quietly, leaning closer to her as if he was in a trance.

“So professor......” she said huskily as she pulled him closer to the edge of the bar. She skimmed her tongue across his cheek, the stud pressing into the skin. Her lips were a breath away from his, “....can I kiss you,” she finished asking.

He could only nod as her lips descended on his. His fingers went to the back of her head as he crushed her lips to his. She pulled away slowly, hearing a quiet moan come from the professor. She then looked to the board where yet another star appeared, then looked back to Snape who was looking at her lips again. She leaned back over to whisper in his ear, feeling him nod against her cheek. She kissed his cheek, then got off the stool and then made her way to Harry.

She walked to the couches and sat between Harry and Draco. “That was ballsy Hermione,” Harry said smirking.

She shrugged her shoulders. “Actually it wasn’t that bad,” she said looking as people started to gather on the couches.

“Okay guys, got your drinks full?” Blaise started. “Time to play a little drinking game called, ‘Have you Ever,’ It’s not a thinking game...just answer by drinking. Each of us will ask a question, and whoever has done the deed questioned....drinks.”

“Maybe you should get a second drink Hermione,” Harry said quietly. Hermione laughed then shushed him as Blaise was to start with the first question.

Blaise grinned at the twenty or so people and figured he should start with a simple one. “Have you ever given oral sex to the opposite sex?” Everyone grinned and sipped their drinks.

Pansy was next. “Have you ever given oral sex to the same sex?” She asked looking to Hermione. About sixty percent of the girls and thirty percent of the guys drank. Hermione drank and smirked across to Pansy licking her lips.

Dean from Gryffindor was next. “Have you ever had sex in a classroom?” Most of the group drank, the golden trio of Gryffindor included.

Steffie from Slytherin was next. “Have you ever had sex while people watched?”

Draco watched as Hermione looked to Harry before she sipped her drink, as did Harry. “Maybe you should have the whole bottle Granger,” he smirked.

She put down her empty glass as she turned to Draco, neither noticing that a few people had left the circle to get a new drink. “Does that bother you Malfoy?” She asked placing her hand on his upper thigh, feeling it twitch under fingers.

He could feel the heat from her hand and he looked at it then back to her face. “No. Why should it,” he said.

“Does it bother you that I haven’t asked for a kiss yet?” She asked, her hand sliding up higher on his thigh.

“No,” he replied as he watched her lick her lips. “Why haven’t you though?”

She leaned closer, pressing her breasts to his side, her tongue darting out to lick up his neck to his ear. “Because...” she started as her hand went higher to palm the bulge in his pants. “...I’m saving the best for last,” she said huskily into his ear. He moaned and placed his hand over hers as he pushed into her hand.

They were interrupted by Harry who sat beside her again, who nudged her leg to hand her a fresh drink. She gripped Draco’s cock one last time. “Later,” she said in his ear as she pulled back.

“Malfoy, Huh?” Harry said quietly by her ear. She nodded. He shrugged his shoulders. “You could do worse I guess,” he smirked.

“Alright, on with the game,” Blaise said. “I believe it’s Jamie’s turn.”

Jamie, a red head with blond streaks from Slytherin grinned at Draco’s obvious discomfort, then voiced her question. “Have you ever had sex with Hermione Granger?”

Hermione smirked at the red-head and looked around. Four guys drank. “I may appear to be easy.....but I’m not. I’m quite picky who I decide to fuck with,” she said grinning.

It was then Seamus’s turn to ask after he got over the shock of the Head Girls behavior. “Have you ever had sex on the beach?” About half of them drank.

Draco leaned over to Hermione. “What.....not thirsty there Granger?” He smirked.

“Haven’t tried that yet,” she said smiling. “I’ll have to put that on my to-do list.”

Susan from Hufflepuff was next. “Have you ever skinny dipped?” Hermione smiled and took a sip of her drink as about eighty percent of the others did also.

Cho, a previous Ravenclaw, who also had been Harry’s first kiss a few years ago, was next. “Have you ever did a striptease for someone?”

Draco looked to Hermione, picturing her stripping those clothes slowly off her body. He noticed that she did not drink, but a few others did in the group.

Padma from Ravenclaw was next. “Have you ever gotten sick in the middle of a club or bar?” Hermione held her drink (not thirsty) as five or six people drank, Ron included. She looked to Ron and laughed as his cheeks turned red, as she remembered when he did get sick in a club last summer.

Fred Weasley, one of the Gryffindor’s drop outs and part owner of Weasleys Wizarding Wheezies looked around before asking. “Have you ever used sex toys....on yourself or others?” Hermione drank thinking of the locked chest at the bottom of her trunk upstairs. About three quarters of the group drank.

Millicent from Slytherin was next. “Have you ever had anal sex?” Around six girls and four guys drank.

Draco watched as Hermione drank as he held his drink. It was his turn. “Have you ever had erotic fantasies about a known enemy?” he asked, then drank as he was gazing into Hermione’s eyes when she looked to him taking a drink also.

She licked her lips, still looking at him, lifting the corner of her mouth in a seductive smile. It was her turn. “Have you ever had bondage sex?” She asked then took a drink, while imaging Draco tied to her bed, completely naked, his cock hard and ready, his chest....... Her fantasy was interrupted by Harry’s question.

“Have you ever had sex on a broom?” Harry asked grinning as he drank. Only about five people drank. Not surprisingly all quidditch players. Draco was not one of them.

Lavender from Gryffindor was next. “Have you ever given head in a car?” Only about three girls and one guy drank......Hermione drank.

Oliver Wood was next. “Have you ever participated in a threesome?” About fifteen people drank. Hermione, Harry, and Ron also.

Ron was next. “Hmmm....all the good ones have been asked already,” he said trying to think of a question.

“Well, after your turn, maybe we’ll switch to a different game or something,” Blaise suggested.

Ron nodded his head, then grinned. “Have you ever made out with a professor?” he asked smirking to Hermione. She looked to Snape who sat on an arm of a chair and drank. Six other girls drank.

Quite a few of them looked to Snape. “What? I’m not the only professor,” he said defensively smirking to the students around him. As there have been a few not bad looking professors that taught Defense Against the Dark Arts in the last few years. Sirius Black (Harry’s godfather), was the present professor for that class, and was often in a few girls wet filled dreams.

A few people wandered over to the dance floor where the music was turned up. Bodies were bumping and grinding against each other, their heated bodies rubbing against the sweaty bodies.

Hermione stood on the outskirts of the dance floor as she saw Harry bump and grind against Jamie, his lips nibbling on her neck as he held her hips against his.

Quite a few people didn’t have partners, just moved around within, lots of body contact. Hermione’s arm was pulled in as she merged into the writhing bodies. She found herself rubbing bodies with Fred and George, sandwiched between them as they kissed on the dance floor.

She looked to the couple next to her to see Angela, a dark haired Slytherin wearing loose low rider cargo pants and a hardly-there halter tube top, grinding against Oliver Wood, her hand sliding up his shirt as his hands were on her lower back, their lips locked in a frenzied kiss.

Hermione was then pulled against Pansy as her mouth was then ravaged by the Slytherin. Their hands were on their hips, their legs entangled as they grinded together. Hermione then saw Padma had joined and was behind Pansy. She brought her hand to the back of Padma’s neck to pull her in a kiss a Pansy licked Hermione’s neck, their moans barely heard over the music.

The kiss was interrupted when Hermione felt a hard male, very male body press against her back. She backed up against him as she ground her bottom into his hips. She felt his hands on her hips then felt them moving up to her stomach, pulling her closer to his naked chest. Her head went back on his shoulder as he licked the side of her neck. She reached behind her to palm his cock through his pants and was rewarded with a low growl as he bit into the tender skin of her neck.

She grinned as she leaned her head to the side. She knew who the guy was and thought it was about time he made his move. Her arm came up to wrap around the back of his neck, tangling her fingers into the long blonde hair, to hold him to her neck.

They continued to grind against each other, his hand sliding up her stomach to cup her breast. She moaned out loud when his fingers slipped inside the top to pinch her nipple. Her hand went over his on her stomach and guided it lower down her body, where his hand went to the gap of the pants at her hip and slipped inside. They both groaned as his finger slid between her legs under the panties, gliding over the wet slit.

His fingers slid along her clit. “Cum for me Hermione,” Draco said huskily into her ear, his breath sending waves of pleasure down her body.

The two of them oblivious to the bodies dancing around them, were breathing heavily as his fingers danced against her clit, slowly at first then he quickened the movement as he tugged on her nipple.

“Oh...gods,” she moaned as she put her hand over his between her legs. She pressed harder against his body as she felt her body giving in, her body shuddering as she came.

He felt her body tense, then the throbbing of her clit against his fingers. He slowly slid his hand out from her panties as she turned to face him. He brought his fingers up to lick them as he gazed heatedly into her eyes. “So Granger....can I kiss you?” he asked placing his hands on her hips and looking at her mouth.

She grinned as she put her arms around his neck. “Yes...if I can kiss you after,” she smirked, thinking of the stars beside her name.

His one arm went around her waist to pull her close, the other slid up her back to the back of her neck as his mouth met hers. The kiss was gentle and soft until her tongue came out to lick along his bottom lip. He then opened for her, his tongue meeting hers. His tongue played with the stud on her tongue and he wondered how that would feel on another part of his body. The kiss deepened, their chests heaving against one another as they tried to breathe and devour each other at the same time.

She slid her hand down his chest, between their bodies to grasp his erection through his pants. He moaned into her mouth as he pushed into her hand, before pulling away from her mouth, his breathing erratic. He closed his eyes as she gripped him, her tongue going to his neck, licking, biting and sucking on the skin. She started to move lower on his chest when he gripped her arms to stop her descent. “Not here,” he said huskily. She nodded to him then her hand was held in his as they squeezed their way through the people, off the dance floor.

They were heading up the deserted stairs to his rooms when she tugged for him to stop. She had a perfect view of his naked back and ass as she followed him up the stairs. He turned around, a questioning looked on his face. She leaned over, her hands at his waist as her tongue licked along his stomach above the waistband of his jeans. His hands went to the back of her neck as she delved her tongue into his navel.

Her hands undid his jeans, gliding the zipper down slowly as her lips followed. She tugged the sides of the jeans a bit lower on his hips along with his boxers. Her one hand gripped the base of his cock as she ran her tongue around the leaking head. She felt him shudder beneath her hands as she licked around the head, letting the tongue stud graze the head it.

“Oh...Merlin,” he moaned as her lips wrapped around the head of his cock. His knees buckled as he sat back on the stair, Hermione following him down, her mouth still on his cock.

She withdrew from him to run her tongue up and down his hard length as he watched her. When her stud hit the spot on the underside and just below the head, he groaned out loud and leaned back on his one elbow as his other hand was gripping a handful of her hair. His head went back as she took him in her mouth again. He bent his one knee up as he bucked his hips up. “More.....please, Hermione,” he groaned.

She moaned, the vibration going through his cock as she plunged all the way down, her nose brushing his blond pubic hair. Her tongue ran along his length as she moved up and down on his cock, the stud scraping against the underside and head. She felt him grip her hair tighter in his fist as she plunged back down again, using her tongue as much as she could. Her hand skimmed up his stomach to his chest to flick her fingernail against the nipple....the same time she took him deeper, deep throating him.

He tried to hold back cumming. The feel of him in her mouth just felt so good. He felt as he hit the back of her throat, and her moaning as she took him deeper past her throat. The vibration running along his cock and the stud swirling on him, sent a rush of heat to his cock. “Hermione,” he groaned as he bucked his hips up, spilling his cum deep in her throat. He pulsed and continued to empty himself. He felt her mouth sucking him harder, milking him dry.

She slowly pulled up, kissing the head of his cock as she kneeled up between his legs. She leaned over him, kissing his chest then his neck, smiling to herself when she felt his chest heaving against her mouth. She moved up his neck to his lips as she lightly kissed his mouth.

He smirked up at her . “Couldn’t wait the few extra steps?” he asked hoarsely.

She kissed him again, letting her lips linger on his. “Wanted you to last longer when you actually fuck me Malfoy,” she said huskily.

“Is that right Granger,” he replied grinning pulling her down on top of him, his hands gripping her bottom. “Do you think we could make it the rest of the way?”

She smiled against his mouth. “Yeah,” she said kissing him. “I think so,” she said as she got up and stood back watching him tuck himself back in his pants, leaving the jeans partially undone.

Draco let Hermione go first up the stairs, his eyes roving over her backside. Once on the landing, he guided her to a door at the end of the hall. In the room, he put a silencing and locking charm on the door so they wouldn’t be disturbed. When he turned around it was to see that Hermione was unclasping her halter top and the choker, then for her to let it drop to the floor slowly. Her back was to him as her thumbs slid into the sides of the pants and panties, sliding them down her hips. She bent down as she stepped out of them, letting him see she was wet. His own pants were down his ankles as he kicked them away, stepping up behind her. His hand went to her lower back giving her a gentle push for her to stay leaning forward.

Her hands went to the edge of the bed as she braced her legs apart. He held his already hard cock in his hand as he slid the head against her folds and clit. He rubbed the head at her entrance, teasing her, then going back to rubbing the head against her clit. Her head went up as she tried to push back. “Draco....now,” she said raggedly.

He continued to tease her as his hand went to her hair, close to her scalp, to grasp a handful of it at the same time he plunged his cock inside of her, deep, hard, and fast.

Her back arched as he tugged her hair. He drove into her fast and hard, their panting breaths loud and heavy. She groaned out his name in a short amount of time as she came, came hard, clutching him tightly inside of her.

Draco gritted his teeth to hold back his climax, then pulled out of her tight heat to turn her around to pull her close, kissing her fiercely. Her leg came up to wrap around his upper thigh, wanting more of him.

His hands went to her bottom, lifting her up against him. Both her legs wrapped around his hips as her fingers tangled into his hair as they devoured each other’s mouths. He walked the few steps to the bed and lowered her down on it. Her legs let go of his hips to settle on the bed, her knees bent up as her hips writhed beneath him.

His mouth left hers to trail kisses to her neck. Her head went back as he nibbled onto her neck, leaving love bites along her neck and collar bone. His hands slid up her waist to her ribs as her legs went around his hips. His hand slid up to cup her breast, his fingers tugging on the nipple, as his mouth moved lower to her other breast. Her back arched to meet his mouth as his tongue swirled around the nipple, his teeth grazing the peak.

He took his time savoring the sounds of her impatient moans as he laved each nipple. Both of his hands went to her waist as he glided them downwards, his mouth leaving a wet trail down the center of her stomach. At her navel, he delved his tongue in, the gold hoop warm against his tongue.

Her hands went to his shoulders, nudging him down lower over her body. He smiled against her hip bone as his hands went to her hips to slide underneath her, lifting her hips up as his mouth descended on her glistening folds.

Her legs went to his shoulders as her lower body was raised up a bit. She felt his breath on her wet folds, then groaned out loud as his tongue swiped up and down her slit. Her hands grasped a handful of sheets at her sides as his lips wrapped around her clit, sucking it gently into his mouth while his tongue swirled against the over sensitized nub. Just when she thought her climax was going to explode through her body, he moved back to nibble on the inside of her thighs.

Draco smirked to himself as he continued to tease her. He would bring her to the brink of release, then pull back to nip at her inner thighs. He did this a few times until her body felt tight with tension. His hand gripped her bottom as his mouth went to her clit, flicking insistently against it. His thumb pressed against the tight entrance of her anus, and slid in slowly, already wet from her dripping slit.

She cried out in release when she felt his thumb slide into her, his tongue licking and sucking on her clit. Her body shuddered through her climax, her chest heaving, her breathing ragged.

He let go of her bottom as her legs slid down his arms to come back down onto he bed. He moved his body so he was kneeling between her legs. He lowered himself as his hand went to position his erection at her entrance. He groaned when he slid in until he was completely sheathed in her heat.

Her hands went up his forearms to his back as his mouth moved up her neck. He brushed his tongue along the shell of her ear. “You feel so good Hermione,” he rasped out raggedly, keeping his body still as she throbbed around him from her climax.

His arms went around her upper back as they gripped her shoulders, her breasts crushed against his chest as he held her close. He began to thrust slowly and deeply, grinding into her, the friction against her clit making her quiver beneath him. His mouth moved up to her waiting lips, gliding them across the swollen kissed lips. His tongue caressed her bottom lip before delving into her mouth, scraping against her teeth.

Their panting breaths and their moans filled the room as they kissed. His thrusts quickened as her hips lifted off the bed when he went deep. Her hands slid down his slick back to dig her nails into his hips. He groaned into her mouth as he ground his hips against her, his pulsing cock spilling his cum deep inside of her . She felt the warmth inside of her as he came and let her fourth climax of the night take her. Her arms went around his back to hug him close, her lips touching the side of his neck.

He slowly pulled away from her warm body to lay on his back, his one arm flung over his head. She lay on her side beside him, her upper body resting on her one elbow. She smiled down at him as her hand rested on his chest.

He smirked up at her and brought his hand up to brush some of her hair from the side of her face. “We’ll definitely have to do that again,” he said hoarsely.

She leaned down to place a kiss on his chest. “Yes.....definitely,” she said smirking.

His arm went around her back as she lay beside him, her head resting on his shoulder. He was hoping to be able to have a lot more of her, but realized he would have to share her....until she was ready to be a one-man-woman. He didn’t think she was ready for that yet.

The rest of the year Draco waited patiently for the Hogwart’s studette (Hermione) to settle down a bit. He had a lot of fun on the way though. He did share her with a few other people and even participated in a few interesting threesomes with the insatiable Gryffindor.

By the end of the year they were waking up in each others arms only. Hermione’s wild side only for him......for now.





End of ‘Den of Sin’

tbc (maybe)