Hermione Granger, Masturbator

Title: Hermione Granger, Masturbator
Author: Shag_me_Draco
Rated: NC-17
Pairing: Draco/Hermione + surprise pairing
Story Word Count: 3,330
Author Notes The beginning of this just popped in my head one day, so I had to write it out. As always, to my beta reetinkerbell, for…being a great beta and friend. It was fate I tell you
Disclaimer: Don\'t own a thing.

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Hermione Granger, Masturbator

In the four months since they’d been named Head Boy and Head Girl and moved into the Head Tower, Draco had learned quite a few private facts about Hermione Granger. There was one thing in particular that drove him, and his hormones, absolutely wild. Little Miss Goody, Goody Gryffindor liked to touch herself as she studied.

He often followed her to the library and hid between the bookshelves so that he could watch her study. From time to time as she was reading her textbook, her hand would drift up one of her legs and in under her skirt. She would let out a quiet moan before turning her attention back to her work. Usually, by the time she was finished studying, she’d have her fingers in her cunt, bringing herself to orgasm.

Draco remembered the first time he witnessed her in the act. About a month into their 7th year, Draco came back to their common room and exhausted from the Quidditch practice earlier that day, he’d fallen asleep in one of the armchairs standing in a shadowed corner of the room. When Hermione came back from dinner to study, she hadn’t notice him there.

Draco woke to her first moan and his mouth fell open when he saw the Head Girl reclined against their worktable with her head thrown back in ecstasy; one hand in her knickers, the other cupping the breast that spilled from her half unbuttoned blouse.

He tried to turn away, -really, he did-, but she was too captivating. His breathing turned ragged and he felt his cock jump in his slacks. His eyes were glued to her form and it was that moment in his mind that Hermione Granger turned from a prudish bookworm know-it-all to a gorgeous sexy goddess.

He’d watched as she pumped her fingers into her opening slowly, her thumb gently running circles over her clit. Her chest was heaving and her mouth opened in a silent scream. Draco began to rub himself through his pants as she started rocking her hips against her hand. The hand that was holding her breast came up to her mouth, and she bit down on a finger lightly as she started to tremble.

“Draco.” She whispered.

She was absolutely beautiful. Draco watched her come apart, watched her juices spill out onto her hand and only then realized that it had been his own name that had spilled from her lips as she came.

After that night, Draco couldn’t look at Hermione without getting an erection. Everything she did seemed sexy to him, from eating in the Great Hall to chopping up ingredients in Potions.

He caught her several more times in the common room before he found her favorite place to study. The library. When she thought she was alone, Hermione would finger fuck herself amongst the dusty stacks of her sanctuary, moaning Draco’s name each time she climaxed.

Presently, Draco found himself staring at her in Ancient Runes, watching her as she sucked on the end of a Sugar Quill, absorbed in the professors’ lecture and completely unaware of the havoc she was reeking inside his pants every time her tongue darted out to lick the candy off her lips. He was glad that it was the last class of the day and when it was finally over he all but ran back to his room.

As soon as the door closed behind him he collapsed on his bed and in an instant, his trousers were off and he held his cock in his hand. The tip was already leaking his pre-cum and he smeared it across his palm before he grasped his shaft and started pumping his fist. Draco closed his eyes and pictured Hermione watching him, dressed in her school uniform, perched on the desk across from his bed with her legs spread and her fingers rubbing furiously at her swollen nub.

Draco’s hand moved up and down his shaft in time with her imaginary fingers and soon he felt his balls tighten. Desk Hermione flung her head back and screamed his name and Draco stiffened on the bed and grunted as he came all over himself. After catching his breath for a few moments, he grabbed his wand and with a simple spell, he cleaned himself up again.

Seconds later, he wondered what color knickers Hermione was wearing today.

He swore aloud. The fact that Hermione Granger was constantly in his head bothered him. Ever since he saw her that night in the common room all he could think about was the sound of his name coming from her lips. Every night he had fantasies where she lay beneath him in bed with his cock sunk deep in her pussy, her fingers digging into his back as she begged him for it. Harder. Deeper.

Draco shook himself from these thoughts as he felt the tingles of another erection coming on. He sighed then got up and gathered a fresh uniform from his closet. He needed a cold shower before he had to watch her eat dinner.
~*~

The first time Hermione’s hand drifted into her underpants had been toward the end of her 6th year at Hogwarts. One night, as she lay awake behind the curtains of her four-poster bed she heard a giggle followed by a moan coming from the next bed. Parvati’s bed to be exact.

Curious, Hermione had slid to the edge of her bed and peeked through a crack in the hangings, holding back a gasp at what she saw. Lavender Brown was crawling up the bed, half-heartedly closing the curtains behind her as she licked her way up Parvati’s thigh. The drapes were not fully closed when Lavender gave up that task and focused instead on lifting Parvati’s nightgown up past her belly, burying her head between the other girls’ legs.

Hermione had an instant reaction. A flush spread over her body, making her hot all over and she could feel the wetness begin to soak into her panties. She opened the curtains a bit more and then relaxed further up on her bed. Trembling, Hermione traced a line down the center of her stomach before her hand disappeared into her pajama bottoms.

At first, she didn’t know what to do so she looked to the other bed where Lavender had switched positions and was straddling Parvati’s face, her pussy sitting right on Parvati’s mouth. Lavender moaned softly as Parvati licked the area around her clit before pressing her tongue to it, then sucking it into her mouth. Hermione got the idea and ran her fingers over her own bud, quivering at the sensations she felt.

Holding back a moan, she let her fingers slide down and probe at her entrance. The wetness helped her finger slip inside easily and she pushed it as far in as it would go before pulling it out again and running her fingers back up her slit and to her clit once more, feeling it out and finding the good spots. It only took a few moments more of rubbing, and listening to the moans from the next bed, for Hermione to climax.

Her first orgasm. Hermione had never felt anything like it, and never wanted to be denied that feeling. She became a masturbator, and she didn’t care. The feeling was too wonderful not to do it.

She began touching herself, getting herself off at least once a day, and then twice a day. Over the summer she had actually walked into a Muggle porn shop and bought a vibrator. Later that night she took her own virginity with it, bringing herself to orgasm imagining that it was a faceless stranger doing it to her. The dildo only did so much for her though, and after only a few times using it, she hid it at the bottom of a drawer and forgot about it.

When school started she was overjoyed at being named Head Girl. She felt slightly ashamed when she realized that the happiness she felt didn’t come from knowing that she’d achieved the goals she had set back in 1st year. Instead, she was delighted at the fact that she’d get her own room, and could play with herself as she pleased.

Sharing a common room and having her room so close to the Head Boy, Draco Malfoy, didn’t really bother her. He had long stopped insulting her at every chance, and they barely saw each other anyway. She met with him only when they needed to plan Prefect meetings or for other, similar, Head business and during those meetings, he was pretty cordial with her.

One day though, sometime around the beginning of November, Hermione was in the common room reading when he came in from Quidditch practice. He didn’t see her sitting at their worktable and began pulling off his Quidditch gear as he walked into the room. She looked up at him and sucked in a breath when she saw his bare chest coming toward her, his head caught inside the shirt, struggling to get out.

“Malfoy.” She choked out, having a sudden impulse to reach out and run her hands over his chest.

He finally managed to get his head unstuck and he looked at her questioningly.

“Could you…put that back on?” she asked.

He smirked at her, “No, actually, it took a lot to get out of it in the first place.”

Hermione found that she couldn’t stop staring at him and she forced herself to look back to her book, trying to focus on the story.

“Well then, please go change or something.”

He laughed and plopped himself on the couch that sat in the center of the room, pulling off his boots and socks.

“Don’t like what you see?” he teased.

Hermione knew she was blushing but she looked him in the eye anyway.

“No. I don’t.”

“Liar.”

Hermione shook her head and turned back to her book. Truth was, she liked what she saw a bit too much. She was keenly aware of Draco sitting behind her on the couch, looking at her. He then sighed and got up to walk past her to his room, and she followed him with her eyes, watching the muscles in his back flex as he went.

That was the day that Hermione’s ‘faceless stranger’ suddenly developed a face, and a name. Draco.

It also happened to be the night that he first caught her in the act.

~

It was Friday night. Draco knew that while every other person at Hogwarts would be partying in their common rooms, on dates or just having fun, Hermione would be in the empty library. Studying.

Draco left the common room, excited to see her book bag still sitting on the couch, as it meant she hadn’t left yet. Hurriedly, he made his way down to the library and hid himself behind the bookcases to the left of Hermione’s usual study table. He only had to wait a few minutes before she came in, spreading her books about the table as if she owned the place. He slid down to the floor, making himself comfortable and waited for her to get bored of reading the tedious tomes.

He only had to wait an hour before the first moans were heard through the shelves.

~

After reading the same line for the twenty-third time, Hermione closed the book in a huff. Looking around the table for something else to read, her hand automatically ran up the length of her thigh. An image of Draco suddenly made its way into her mind. The image was from that morning, when he had been running late for classes. Hermione was on her way out of the common room when he came running down his stairs, pulling a shirt over his head as he went. His hair was still wet from his quick shower and she knew that if she didn’t turn away, there would soon be a puddle of drool on the floor. He had caught her staring and gave her a wink before moving past her and out the door.

She let out a soft sigh and began running her fingers lightly over her skin. Goosebumps formed and she shivered before bringing her hand up and squeezing a tit rather harshly. A moan escaped her lips and she spread her legs slightly, allowing her other hand to drift down to her panties.

~

Draco licked his suddenly dry lips as he stared at the woman who was now squirming around on her chair. His hand went to the bulge in his pants and he rubbed it once, sucking in a breath as his cock twitched with the motion. He began to unbutton his pants but stopped, deciding against it. Instead, he drew up all the courage he had in his body and walked around the bookshelf.

~

Hermione was achingly close to her climax when she felt someone’s breath on her cheek. Her eyes flew open and she was shocked to see the man of her fantasies kneeling in between her open legs, looking up at her with dark silver eyes. The hand that had previously been inside her knickers quickly came up to cover her mouth and her face burned with embarrassment.

“I-“

She didn’t get a chance to say anything. Draco moved her hand and crushed his mouth to hers, taking advantage of the open orifice and sliding his tongue in. He wasn’t all that surprised when, almost right away, she was eagerly kissing him back. His own hand traveled quickly down her skirt and tore off her panties. He stroked her clit softly before she could object and smiled against her mouth when she mewed in response.

Releasing her mouth, he nudged her head to the side and began sucking and licking on her neck, while petting her cunt. She began moaning louder, and soon, her juices covered Draco’s hand.

He pulled his hand back, stood up and looked at her with a grin. Her face was still flushed red, and she closed her legs and looked away from him, still embarrassed. He pulled her up to stand in front of him and leaned in next to her ear.

“I’ve been watching you do that for months.” He said softly.

She shivered.

“You are so sexy,” he continued whispering in her ear, taking her hand and guiding it down to rub against his rock hard cock through his slacks. “You see what you do to me? I’ve had to wank more times in these past few months then I have in my entire lifetime.”

Hermione couldn’t believe what she was hearing. At first she had thought this to be just a really good, -and very realistic-, fantasy, but when she felt his throbbing cock in her hand, she knew she was mistaken. Hermione gave him an experimental squeeze but pulled her hand back quickly when his cock twitched under her hand.

Draco gave a low chuckle and put his hand back up her skirt, running a finger up and down her slick folds.

“Have you ever had sex Hermione?” He asked, as if it was an every day question.

His tongue snaked out of his mouth and he began to lick and nip at a sensitive spot near her collarbone.

Hermione shook her head, “Only with myself.” She moaned, distracted.

Draco groaned. He badly wanted to bend her over the stuffy table and fuck her tight virgin cunt all night. His cock was so hard that it could cut diamonds and it was throbbing almost painfully.

“Do you want to fuck me Draco?” Hermione breathed into his ear.

“Merlin, yes.” Draco answered before sticking his tongue into her ear.

Hermione had to clutch onto his shoulders so she wouldn’t fall when her knees buckled.

“Do you want me to fuck you?” he asked, looking her in the eyes and seeing how dark with lust they had become.

Her answer was to move her hands to his belt, quickly unclasping it and pulling his pants and boxers down in one clean sweep. Her eyes lingered on his erection, which stood at attention, proud and unwavering.

She’d never seen a real penis before. She had seen diagrams and pictures in books of course, but she’d always thought they were rather gross looking. Now however, with Draco Malfoy standing in front of her in all his glory, she was entranced. Never in her life had she seen something so extraordinary.

Hesitantly, she reached out and ran her pointer finger over the head. Draco let out a low hiss and Hermione looked up to see him with his eyes closed, his mouth half opened. Wrapping a hand around his shaft, she stroked him gently. Draco opened his eyes and pulled her hand away.

“No more.” He said, capturing her lips in a kiss once more.

He picked her up and set her down at the edge of the table, spreading her legs and standing between them. He pushed her down gently, so that she was laying with her legs hanging over the edge. Positioning himself at her entrance, he looked up at her.

“This may hurt a little.”

“Do it.”

With one quick thrust he was inside of her. Hermione moaned loudly and her back arched up off the table. The feel of having Draco inside of her almost made her cry. Her inner walls stretched to accommodate him and there was no pain, only the feeling of being completely filled, something the vibrator she bought that summer could never do for her.

Draco stood above her with his eyes clinched shut, not moving. He almost lost it when he was finally inside her. She was rather tight, her pussy squeezed his cock, welcoming it. After taking a few deep breaths to calm himself down, he opened his eyes and began moving, slowly withdrawing his member before thrusting into her once more.

Hermione moaned and started rocking her hips against him, meeting him in the middle, trying to get him deeper in then he already was. Draco reached up and grabbed a breast through the thin material of her school shirt. Wanting to feel his hands on her skin she ripped the blouse open and pulled down the cups of her bra. Draco’s breath quickened and he began pumping faster, rolling her nipple between two fingers.

Hermione could already feel the beginnings of another orgasm coming as she writhed on the table. She wrapped her legs around Draco’s waist, pulling him closer still. Draco grabbed her hands and moved her to sit up, halfway dragging her off the table. He put his hands under her bum and lifted her in his arms, turning quickly and sitting down, taking her place on the table.

She straddled him and instinctively began riding him, bouncing up and down on his cock like a pro. He put his hands in her hair and pulled her face to his, ravishing her mouth with kisses. With one hand on her hip and one in the tangled mass of hair, Draco had nothing else to hold onto when he suddenly exploded and his fingers dug into her flesh.

The pain of his fingers mixing with the intense feeling of his warm seed spilling into her caused Hermione to come right after him, calling out his name and wrapping her arms around his neck to hold her up as she rode out her orgasm.

When he pulled back slightly and lifted her chin to meet his gaze, she blushed profusely, as the reality of what they had just done came crashing down on her. She wasn’t ashamed, and she didn’t regret it, but she was still sort of embarrassed. After all, she had never expected Draco Malfoy to be the first guy she\'d sleep with. But when he smiled and kissed her gently, the embarrassment left her quickly.

“So,” he started, “When will you be studying next? And am I invited?”

The End.