The Education of Miss Granger

A/N: Welcome back?

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Chapter Eight: By The Lake
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The cold wind blew of the lake, wrapping around Hermione as she sat near the bank, her Gryffindor scarf blowing behind her in the breeze. She stared off into the water, watching the sun slowly sink below the sky line. She had her knees pressed tightly to her chest, her chin resting securely on them, her fingers locked together.

She felt like she was trying to hold herself in, hold in all her organs from exploding out of her.

She wasn’t sure if this was what she had wanted when she started on this journey.

She had wanted to feel desired, to feel powerful, and to feel wanted by the men around her. She had wanted them to go crazy with desire when they saw her. She had wanted them to trip over themselves to get to her, to be unable to control their lust for her.

It seems she had gotten her wish, but she wasn’t sure at what price.

She couldn’t look at Ron and Harry now because every time she caught their eye, they had dark, possessive looks in them that men sometimes got when they wanted to grab a woman, throw her to the ground, and pound into her until she screamed and lost all thought; until they owned her. It was that look that said that they knew exactly what she was hiding under her clothes and just how much of a whore she really was.

Surprisingly, the Slytherins hadn’t approached her like she thought they would. It seemed that they were more subtle, more cunning then to stare at her from across a room with heat in their eyes. Whenever she had fucked a Slytherin, it had seemed like the perfect accident. It was like she just happened to be there and they were going to amuse themselves with her body for a moment or two. The Gryffindor boys just took. That’s not to say that the Slytherins didn’t take what they wanted; they just seemed to have a different way of doing it.

“Shouldn’t you be getting fucked to hell somewhere right now, Granger?”

Hermione startled at the voice and turned the last person she thought to be behind her standing just a few yards at her back.

“Nott. I didn’t think you would be so interested.”

He stood there looking at her, his dark blond hair ruffled by the slight breeze. He was dressed in just his robe, his silver and green scarf left somewhere else. His pale green eyes bore into hers, his straight jaw and eyebrows painting a picture of severe masculinity.

“I’m very interested. More interested then you know.” The temperature was dropping as the sun almost finished its descent and Hermione shivered, partly from the temperature and partly from the look in Nott’s eyes. “Don’t you ever tire of it?”

“Tire of what?”

“All the little children here, running around and wagging their cocks at you. I mean, you have built a name and reputation for yourself amongst those you’ve fucked.”

Hermione didn’t say anything; or rather she found that she couldn’t say anything. She was dumbstruck, staring at Nott as he stood above her, his raw masculinity pouring over her. She could feel his desire rushing over her in waves, hitting her in the pit of her stomach. Her pulse sped up as he walked towards her, her heart racing as his figure loomed over her.

She stood up slowly, her legs weak underneath her. “How dare you?” She whispered into the growing darkness. He raised an eyebrow at her, questioning her defense of herself. In his mind, she had no ground to stand on, having personally seen her in action.

The memory of that night and the fire in her eyes as he called her out on it was making him hot.

He nodded once and then reached out, shoving her back down onto the ground. In one shift, violent movement he was on top of her, his limbs forcibly holding her down. His hands gripped her wrists together as his legs captured hers. He rolled his pelvis against her so that she could feel his erection straining against the front of his trousers.

“You’re not fooling any of us. You can act indignantly and even protest our advancements, but we all know that under that prissy exterior is the real you. The whore that begs to be fucked by multiple cocks; the little Gryffindor slut that loves it when she’s choking down cock. That’s who you really are,” he snarled into her face, his hair falling down into his eyes. “So you can act indignant all you want, but we all know who you really are; a dirty slut that loves to be fucked raw and hard.”

He kissed her forcibly, his tongue lashing out into her mouth. She tried to fight against his body, to prove to him that his words weren’t true, but she found that just couldn’t struggle against him. The truth was that she really was all those things he accused her of being, she really was a slut that loved to be pounded and abused. And she loved being described that way, hearing those words from a man that wanted her, needed to bury himself in her.

Her feeble attempts at struggling against him quickly became something else entirely. She found herself rubbing against his body, her hips rising up to met his as her back arched and her body bucked upwards. The change in her caused him to react positively, grinding himself harder and firmer into her so that she could feel the entire length of his hard cock rubbing against her.

“I love it when I’m right, Granger,” he said against her lips. He slid his mouth down to her neck and began to suck on the sweaty skin there, the taste of her hitting his mouth in a rush. “You feel so good under me.”

One hand came off her wrist while the other tightly grasped her two wrists together. His fingers pulled down the zip on her heavy wool jumper, her white Oxford coming into view. He continued to hold her wrists together as he started unbuttoning her shirt, slipping the button through its hole with his nimble fingers. He dipped his mouth down to her collarbone and started to suck on the bone there, occasionally running his tongue over a rough spot the suction created. Hermione was so lost in the feeling of him sucking her skin into his mouth that she didn’t even realize her shirt was open all the way until he took his mouth off of her to look at her breasts.

“Gods, Granger. They are perfect.” He looked at her, lust turning his eyes a darker green, and then he bent his head forward to suck on the mound of her breast, keeping his gaze locked with hers as he dipped his tongue into the cup of her bra. She tried to fight against his hands so that she could hold on to something, and then settled for digging her nails into his hand. He hissed at the pain, pulling down one side of her bra and then the other, exposing her to the cold air.

She gasped sharply as her nipples tightened in the chill air, then moaned when Nott captured one nipple with his mouth, working it over with his teeth as his free hand found her other breast and squeezed. He rolled her breast around in his hand, and then pinched the nipple as his teeth bit down hard. Her back arched at the sudden pleasure.

“You look so good on your back like that. I’m going to fuck you so hard,” he murmured against her breast as he snaked his hand down to her skirt, flipping the fabric up. He took his hand off her wrist, trusting that she wouldn’t try to run. He looked at her claw marks, smirking as he watched the half moons flush with blood. He kissed and licked his way down her body, nibbling at the waistband to her skirt, and then placed his face right in front of her crotch. He dragged his hand down her body as he moved downward, and then placed both hands on her breasts, tugging at her nipples.

Hermione gasped as he grabbed the fabric of her thong between his teeth and moved it to the side, exposing her to the chill air. He blew hot air across her slick skin, causing her to shiver. Slowly, Nott unfolded his tongue and began to lap at her, his tongue making sure and even strokes across her aroused flesh. She went to grab at his hair, one hand latching on tightly to the sandy blond locks, and the other one digging into the ground below her. He rolled his eyes up to watch with satisfaction as she threw her head back at the pressure he was applying to her most sensitive area. He smirked in gratification, and then lowered his eyes back to the task at hand.

Hermione felt lost. There was no way that someone like Nott should be giving her as much pleasure as he was. She could feel her body warming in the crisp air, her skin tingling as Nott worked on her. Her breath sped up as her heart sped up and she knew she was going to be coming soon. She took in a deep breath and that’s when she felt Nott back away.

She watched him hurriedly fling his robe off and unzip his trousers, pushing them down just far enough that his raging erection and thighs were visible. She knew what he meant to do with his large cock and memories from the other night came back, causing her to become even more aroused.

She tried to raise herself up but was slammed back onto the ground as Nott forcibly pushed himself inside her. She gasped, all the wind knocking out of her, as he furiously began to thrust himself inside her. He lowered his head to tongue her nipple, pulling the skin between his teeth and biting down.

Hermione brought her legs up and wrapped then around his hips, noticing that he had managed to push her knickers down to her ankles. She flung off the flimsy garment using her feet, and then wrapped herself even more tightly around Nott. He groaned at the increased pressure, and how this made him go deeper inside of her. She moved her hands down to his ass and grabbed on, kneading the fleshy globes.

She felt his fingers moving down to her clit and she lost it. She came, screaming, all around him, her body flooding his as the pleasure rode her. Nott began to ride her faster and harder, bottoming out with every thrust as he rode her orgasm. She was left seeing stars and trying to breathe, the delicious pressure of Nott fucking her threatening to send her over the edge just one more time.

Nott brought his hand to her mouth and looked into her eyes. He held out one finger and smiled. “Open up.” Hermione dutifully opened her mouth and sucked down Nott’s finger, tasting herself on his flesh. He visibly shuddered when she began to suck at him harder, clamping her mouth down tight around his finger. Nott could feel his body trembling, the very first signs that he was going to lose it, and groaned, pulling out of Hermione unexpectedly.

He climbed up her body, straddling her chest. He gathered up some saliva and spit at the valley between her breasts.

“Nott, what -,”

Hermione was cut off when Nott, not bothering to answer her, grabbed her tits and pushed his cock between them, allowing her saliva to act as a lubricant. Hermione groaned at the rough treatment, and moved to replace his hands with her own. Nott watched wide eyed as Hermione played with her tits as he fucked them. He looked up into her eyes, lust and dominance shading his own, as he felt his body began to go. He quickly shoved his cock into her open mouth and came, shooting himself off down her throat, his come being easily swallowed as Hermione continued to play with her breasts. His breath exploded out of him as he finished and he fell to the side, closing his eyes and resting his hand on his chest.

The two students lay on the cold ground for what seemed like a long time, Hermione tracking Nott’s breathing as he tried to slow his racing heart. Finally, he got his breathing down to a normal pace. He opened his eyes to stare at the night sky, and then slowly turned his face towards hers.

A small smile creeped across his features as he looked into her eyes, still cloudy from the intense shag they had just had. He relished knowing that he had put that look there, and only he. No one else had been involved and for once, he had something that he could secretly gloat about when Malfoy talked about his latest escapade involving the Gryffindor.

As the minutes ticked by, Hermione became more disconcerted by Nott’s consideration of her, but she found that she couldn’t move. It was nice to have a guy look at her that way, even if it was only because of what she had done for him physically. A faint trembling started in her body as the cold air rushed over her, and she found herself visibly shaking. A frown creased Nott’s forward and he reached over her body, wrapping her cloak around her before standing up.

Hermione looked at him dumbfounded as he began dressing, huddling herself into her cloak. When he was finished dressed, her turned back to see her watching him intently. He leaned down and grabbed her, standing her up on her feet and handing her her clothes.

She dropped the cloak and began to get dressed, neither saying a word to the other.
When Hermione was fully clothed, and wrapped up in her cloak once more, they headed back towards to the castle, the silence stretching out in front of them. As they stepped into the courtyard, Nott looked at her sideways and grinned.

“See you around.” He turned from her and slinked off inside the castle, leaving her outside by herself in the chill wind.

Far above, in a warm corridor, a pair of silver eyes had watched the whole encounter.



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A/N: Sorry that it has taken forever to get this up. Life has been kicking my ass and I have been really unhappy with this chapter, but I wanted it in the story. Compromise, much? So I have decided that I am going to be making this story a lot longer then originally inteded because it is just too much fun and I can't let it go. So thank you everyone for you patience. For those who stuck around and are still reading this, thank you so much! To the disenchanted, I am sorry. To the newbies, yay and welcome!, thanks for stopping by!!

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