Educate Me

DISCLAIMER: I do not own the characters or places in this story, duh.

A/N: This story is pure, raunchy smut with no substance or plot whatsoever. You have been warned.

"Fifty points from Slytherin, Mr. Malfoy," Headmistress McGonagall glared at the handsome, arrogant blond boy over the rim of her glasses.

Draco's mouth dropped open. He had merely turned the Gryffindor Quidditch team's robes pink, and caused an avalanche of books to nearly fall on the Mudblood Granger when she was studying in the library. In his opinion, this did not constitute the loss of fifty house points, and McGonagall was just biased because she was a Gryffindor. "But McGonagall, they were just harmless pranks-"

"-that's Headmistress McGonagall to you, Mr. Malfoy," the elderly woman snapped, her harsh features sternly warning him not to push her any further. "I don't care who your father is or who you think you are, young man. You will serve detention tomorrow night in the library. Seven o' clock sharp!"

Sheer terror filled Draco's face at the mention of doing time in the library; Madam Pince gave him the creeps, and would undoubtedly force him to alphabetically organize every bloody volume there. He opened his mouth to request an alternative detention spot, but McGonagall cut him off.

"You will serve detention under the supervision of the Head Girl. And if Miss Granger informs me of any funny business, so Merlin help me you will be serving detentions in the Forbidden Forest with Hagrid for a week! Do you understand me, Mr. Malfoy?"

After his meeting in McGonagall's office, Draco walked alone to the dungeons, sneering to himself at the thought of having to serve detention with Granger. That filthy Mudblood would have the authority to tell him what to do? "My father will be hearing about this," the blond Slytherin grumbled as he entered his common room and slammed the door shut behind him.

Never mind the fact that Granger was actually quite attractive and sexy - for a Mudblood, that is - it still wasn't right to expect someone of his caliber to take orders from someone so inferior to himself. It was an abomination and an embarrassment!
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"You like that, Mudblood?" Hermione and Malfoy were in her bedchamber, completely hidden by the red velvet curtains that surrounded her bed. The only light illuminated from the tips of their wands as their sweaty, wet bodies grinded against each other. Meanwhile, Malfoy was giving his other magic wand a workout, pumping in and out of Hermione's tight, moist cunt, their breathing heavy and jagged. Hermione's fingernails raked the Slytherin's back, her breasts shaking and bouncing as the mattress creaked beneath them.

"Oh, Malfoy--yes!!" Hermione whispered breathlessly. "Merlin, yes!"

As Malfoy shagged her with a vengeance, she could feel her sexual tension ready to reach its breaking point at any moment. "Fuck me, Malfoy!"

He banged her harder and rougher, and they were on the verge of climaxing...

Hermione woke with a start; hot, panting and alone in her bed. Ever since the start of her seventh year, she'd been having recurring dreams about Malfoy. In every dream, he shagged her senseless...and she loved it. She wanted it. But this didn't make any sense to the Gryffindor. She hated Malfoy. Why the hell did she keep having these dreams about him?

"Well, of course he's incredibly handsome, and I'd have to be blind not to notice", the bushy-haired girl rationally muttered as she dragged herself to the showers and prepared for another school day. "But that doesn't necessarily mean that I think of him in that way. Of course not!" She laughed at herself for ever thinking those dreams of hers had any significance, then disrobed and stepped into a shower stall.

As she turned on the warm water and allowed it to rain down on her hot, naked flesh, she remembered that tonight was her night to supervise Malfoy's detention in the library. She groaned softly at the thought of having to spend several hours alone with the Slytherin; partly because he was such a bloody prat, and partly because...well, she wasn't so sure she could trust herself around him. Her dreams of Malfoy were so real; she could feel his slick, sweaty skin, see those frightening yet entrancing grey eyes that pierced her soul as he robbed her of her virginity again and again. When she had to sit near him in class, she could hardly concentrate because he looked and smelled so damn good. She wanted him, wanted to devour him with both mouths...

"Stop it, Hermione! Stop it now!, " she hissed to herself scoldingly. Hermione turned the water as cold as she could possibly get it in an attempt to rid herself of the disturbing, immoral thoughts she was having about the Ferret Prince of Slytherin. But as she shivered under the subarctic shower, she realized that the cold water did nothing to appease her curiosity or her hungry libido. Nothing could tame these...urges.

Upon returning to her bedchamber and fishing through her wardrobe, she found a red and gold, plaid miniskirt. Ginny had convinced her to buy it - as it did show off her legs - but she'd always been too shy to wear such a short, revealing skirt. Plus, she reminded herself, as Head Girl she would be setting a bad example for the younger girls.

And then the vivid images from last night's dream flashed before her eyes, and she thought about the fact that she would be supervising Draco's detention later. She felt the sudden urge to make him desire her; make him regret ever calling her Mudblood or nearly burying her under a pile of books in the library. Looking down at the ultra-short skirt in her grasp, a devious smirk crossed her face. Now was the perfect time to wear her new garment!

Meanwhile, Draco was dealing with some urges of his own that day. He'd been fighting his immense sexual attraction to Hermione for the longest time, but now the desires came back full force. As he sat in Potions class, he tried to will himself not to look at Granger, constantly reminding himself that he shouldn't lust after a Mudblood. However, his disobedient eyes refused to look away from those perfectly shaped legs peeking out from under her school robes and that shorter-than-usual skirt...and that long, bushy hair that fell in sexily touseled strands over her shoulders and down her back...and the roundness of her perky breasts under her school robes. Her skirt was so short, he could've sworn he caught a glimpse of lacy white knickers underneath. His erect cock obviously didn't care who or what Granger was, as it overzealously poked at the front of his robes. Quickly grabbing a book and placing it in his lap to disguise the effect the Mudblood had on him, Draco found himself thinking, Maybe tonight's detention won't be so bad after all...

But Draco wouldn't give Granger the satisfaction of knowing what was running through his head, as he pasted a sneer onto his face just before entering the quiet, empty library that night. She would never have an inkling of what the sight of her in that skirt was doing to him.

Following the sounds of pacing footsteps towards the back of the library, Draco found Granger waiting impatiently for him, the pile of books he toppled sitting in a heap behind the pacing girl. Upon seeing him, she stopped in her tracks, glaring haughtily at him with her arms crossed over her chest. Damn, she was cute when she was angry!

"You're thirty seconds late, Malfoy," Granger huffed. "For your detention, you will take all of these books you toppled, alphabetize them and put them back in their rightful places. I'll be in the back, but remember, I'm watching you."

Draco sneered at her, ready to retort when he remembered what McGonagall had said the other day: ...if Miss Granger informs me of any funny business, so Merlin help me you will be serving detentions in the Forbidden Forest with Hagrid for a week! He just glared silently at Hermione as he walked over to the pile of books.

He started by picking up a couple of books off the top of the pile as Granger turned and walked away, her school robes flying behind her. Draco could see the lovely Gryffindor through the open bookshelves as he began to put the books back on their shelves. He salivated a bit as he watched her remove her robe, so that she now wore only her miniskirt, dress shirt and Gryffindor tie. As she bent down to set her robes on the floor, he caught a full view of her white lace knickers, which were stretched enticingly over her impossibly firm and shapely bum. He tried to remind himself that she was a Mudblood--and convince himself that he didn't want to dirty himself by touching her, let alone going anywhere near her. And yet he couldn't resist abandoning his detention duties and slowly, silently making his way over to where she stood, several meters away. He wanted to touch her, wanted to dirty himself with the Mudblood...and Malfoys always get what they want.
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Hermione pretended to be busy flipping through a book as she grinned from ear to ear. Malfoy was putty in her hands. He could sneer all he wanted, but she noticed a significant swelling in his crotch area as he undressed her with his eyes. It was quite gratifying to have the Slytherin Prince look at her like that. Slowly and nonchalantly, she took off her school robe and set it on the floor, knowing full well that Draco was watching. She could feel his eyes on her, as if he had x-ray vision and could see through her clothes. She loved teasing him, but she sure as hell wasn't expecting what happened next!

A pair of strong arms wrapped around her from behind, something hard poking her from behind as the sexy blond's hot breath on her ear made her pussy wet with longing. Her logic told her to stop Malfoy as his hands roamed all over her uniform-clad curves, but her body refused to respond to anything but the sexy Slytherin's hands.

His hands were groping her breasts over her shirt as he whispered in her ear, "You want me, don't you Mudblood?"

The bushy-haired girl was too weak with desire to resist as his hands slowly slid up her thighs and under her skirt. This was even better than her dreams because it was real. She gasped with lustful surprise as Draco's hand slid down into her knickers, manually teasing her sopping wet clit. A disappointed groan escaped her lips as he withdrew his hand.

"You want it, and you want me to give it to you," Draco's breath was hot against her neck, giving her goose bumps as he hiked up her dress shirt to reveal her soft, lace-clad breasts. "You'd like that, wouldn't you, Mudblood?"

The Slytherin's rough yet gentle fingers reached inside the thin, lacy cups and stroked her breasts, expertly pinching and fondling her nipples, sending surges of electricity through her with every touch. Hermione felt a very intense tingling sensation in her incredibly wet cunt as Draco's warm, soft lips seduced her neck.

"I can teach you things you'll never learn in the Hogwarts curriculum. Just say the word, Granger, and I'll give you a lesson you'll never forget."

Dizzy with lust, Hermione nearly lost her balance as she turned to face the incredibly handsome young man. Merlin, he was gorgeous up close! Draco's intoxicating scent was like alcohol, loosening her inhibitions and giving her the courage to do and say things she otherwise could never do. She looked him squarely in the eyes, smirked and purred, "Educate me, Malfoy."

Draco was taken aback by the Mudblood's aggressiveness as she grabbed him by the tie and crushed her sensuous lips against his, shoving her tongue in his mouth. She devoured him like he was her last meal as her delicate little fingers entwined in his silky blond hair, holding him captive. Clearly, she'd wanted to do this for a long time...and he couldn't say that he blamed her.

As Malfoy took this opportunity to remove her tie and unbutton her white shirt, the bushy-haired girl felt a cool draft on her chest and flat stomach. With a naughty gleam in her eyes, Hermione pulled back just enough to discard her shirt onto the floor. She liked the way he gazed longingly at her hourglass curves, and she noticed the way his hungry shaft attempted to escape his trousers as he removed his school robes and tie.

Then, looking very much like a hungry wolf who'd spotted her prey, Hermione forcefully ripped the sexy Slytherin's shirt open, allowing the buttons to pop off and fly every which way, both of her mouths watering at the sight of that perfectly muscled, alabaster skin.

Draco grinned from ear to ear as she practically ripped the shirt off his back. He'd never seen this side of Granger before...and he liked it! Who would've thought the uptight little mudblood could be such a wild sex kitten? This was going to be fun!

The gorgeous blond wrapped his strong, well-built arms around Granger's petite form and once again relished the way her tongue engaged his in a sensually aggressive power struggle. He moaned into Hermione's velvety mouth as those deliciously curvy hips playfully shimmied against his iron-hard trouser snake, those soft little hands running up and down the skin on his athletic back. Suddenly, the little minx stopped what she was doing and wiggled out of his grasp.

"Hey, where are you going?" Draco's voice was demanding as he watched the half-naked Gryffindor retreat further into the back of the library. He began to follow her as he protested, "You can't just make me want you and then leave me here! Come back here and finish what you started, you filthy..."

Draco's voice trailed off as he watched Granger open the door to the Restricted Section, where she paused inside the doorway and beckoned him with the crook of her finger.

Hermione was quite pleased with herself as she heard Draco enter the Restricted Section behind her. Instead of waiting for the Slytherin, she kept walking, all the while grinning like the cat that ate the canary. She was making him want her; making him chase after her...and it felt good. Knowing the Restricted Section like the back of her hand, she purposely led Draco to a dead end, where the wall and the dusty bookshelf intersected. It was there that she allowed the sexy Slytherin to pin her against the wall from behind.

"No turning back, Mudblood," Draco's husky voice and hot breath covering her with goose bumps. "You belong to me now."

The musty, mildewy stench of centuries-old volumes seemed oddly erotic as the Gryffindor felt Draco slide her white knickers down her legs, where she willingly stepped out of them. She spread her legs expectantly, inviting Malfoy to have his way with her. The first thing she felt was his warm tongue on her inner thighs as he tasted the cream that dripped there. Every time his tongue touched her skin, jolts of electricity seemed to shoot through her, causing her to moan with longing. The closer he got to her clit, the randier she became, and the more time he spent seducing her inner thighs. "Come on, Malfoy! Stop teasing me and just eat me already!"

Malfoy chuckled softly, "You can dish it out but you can't take it, eh, Mudblood? I'll teach you not to torture a Malfoy!"

"Educate me, Ferret," the girl purred mischievously. Hermione felt the sexy blond's hand smack her ass--hard--and bit her lip from the heady mix of pleasure and pain. He proceeded to bite the sexy Gryffindor on the ass--not hard enough to draw blood, but hard enough to make Hermione tremble and groan. Then Malfoy kept the back of her skirt lifted as his teeth playfully nibbled her sopping wet clit, sucking hard on her love button and making her reel with heated ecstasy. The Slytherin was not gentle as he orally manipulated her, but she loved the pressure from his tongue combined with the intense sensation of his lips.

Granger's juices were pouring out faster than he could lap them up, but Draco didn't care. She tasted good, so sweet and tangy, like an exotic fruit--and all he wanted to do was sink his teeth into her...

"Malfoy!" Hermione's eyes widened at the sudden feeling of the handsome blond biting her clit, a little harder this time. The intensity his teeth evoked nearly brought her to orgasm, but the Slytherin stopped before she had a chance to climax. "Hey-"

She felt Malfoy's right hand close over her mouth before she could protest, then felt his other hand unhook her bra. Then he slowly uncovered her mouth to slide the lacy white bra off her shoulders. The bushy-haired girl felt shivers of delight as she watched her undergarment fall to the floor, and felt those soft yet masculine hands grope her bare breasts from behind. She playfully swayed her hips against Draco's raging hard-on once again, her cunt tingling and begging to be deflowered. Every cell within her body was screaming out for full-skin contact...just like in her dreams.

Within seconds, Hermione's lust object had unfastened her miniskirt as well, and allowed it to fall in a crumpled heap of red and gold around her feet. Malfoy's bare torso felt good and solid against her bare back as his hands roamed all over her flawlessly naked curves, straying down her flat tummy to the well-manicured triangle of pubic hair that was warm and wet with desire. The Gryffindor arched her back against the Slytherin and moaned in response to the long, supple fingers that strummed her love button, playing her like a musical instrument. Her knees weakening from the incredible pleasure, Hermione reached behind her to unfasten Malfoy's slacks.

"Not so fast, Granger," Malfoy chuckled in her ear as he grabbed her hands behind her, preventing her from undoing his trousers. Without letting go of the mudblood's hands, he swung her around, as if they were performing a complicated turn in some sort of exotic mating dance. It was then that Draco took a step back and admired the beautiful girl who stood completely nude before him, a hungry, pleading look on her face. He smirked, his quivering member struggling against his zipper as he lustfully memorized every square inch of her body. He wanted to remember her, just as she looked right now so that he could recreate her in his fantasies.

Hermione's sexual excitement multiplied under the uncivilized, appraising eyes of Draco Malfoy. She licked her lips at the sight of the hot Slytherin beginning to strip under the dim light of a nearby torch. First he unbuckled his trousers, then slowly, tantalizingly pulled them down along with his underwear as if he knew he was giving her a visual treat. And then there he stood, the most exquisite work of art she'd ever seen in her entire life. Her eyes drank in every detail of the sexy Slytherin, from his broad shoulders, to his perfectly toned upper body, to those strong, slender hips and the surprisingly large, erect cock that seemed to be reaching for her.

"Do you like what you see?" Malfoy's question sounded more like a statement as he smirked and came towards her, arrogantly breathtaking and deliciously forbidden.

Hermione's virginal pussy was ready to explode from the anticipation as Malfoy pinned her against the wall. The blond magically bound her wrists together above her head before proceeding to give her a delectable tongue bath, which made her entire body tremble and sweat. He gave her perky breasts extra attention, licking every bit of skin there, then forcefully biting and sucking her hard, pink nipples. Malfoy licked his way down her abs and tasted her again, teasing her nether mouth with his tongue and lips. Then he stood up again and passionately kissed the bushy-haired seductress, so that she could taste herself.

"Do you want me to fuck you, Mudblood?"

"Yes," Hermione replied weakly as he seduced her neck and groped her ass, pulling her hips against his own.

Malfoy grinned into those honey-colored eyes and raised an eyebrow, clearly enjoying the effect he had on the Gryffindor. He reached down and stroked her sopping wet cunt, then traced her lips with his cream-drenched fingers as he huskily whispered, "Well then what do you say?"

A devious grin spread across Hermione's pretty face. "Pleeease?"

The wanton Slytherin rubbed the head of his fully erect cock against the opening of her vagina--but didn't penetrate her--then laughed at the sexually frustrated groan that escaped her lips. "Sorry, Granger. Not the answer I was looking for."

"Fuck me, Malfoy," the sexed up schoolgirl breathed.

"Nope. That's not it, either."

"Come on, Malfoy! I need it!"

The sexy blond whispered in her ear, "Think, Mudblood. What are the two magic words?"

After a brief moment of thought, inspiration struck Hermione, a playful glint in her eye as she whispered, "Educate me."

Malfoy put a hand to his ear, "Sorry, didn't quite catch that. What did you say?"

"I said, 'Educate me!'"

"Louder!"

"EDUCATE ME!" Hermione shouted with breathless urgency.

Draco grinned from ear to ear. "Ah, yes, that's my little Mudblood!"

Hermione's wrists still magically bound above her head, she watched with eager anticipation as the Slytherin grasped his shaft with one hand, using the tip to stimulate her clit before sliding it in. She experienced a brief shock of pain as the man of her fantasies took her virginity, slowly guiding it in until he broke past her hyman and hit the ceiling of her vagina. Once he was all the way in, he began to slowly work his way in and out of her tight snatch.

"Yes, Malfoy!" The Gryffindor lost herself in those turbulent grey eyes as he increased the pace, pounding her harder and faster. She could feel sweat droplets sliding down her body, relished the slick sensation of Malfoy's sweaty skin against hers as he fucked her brains out.

"How does it feel to be fucked by your superior, Mudblood?" Draco panted, smirking cockily. The Slytherin's pale blond tresses were all sweaty, the strands in front clinging adorably to his perspiring forehead.

"Shut up and fuck me, Ferret!," Hermione smirked back, moving her hips in unison with Draco's.
Malfoy may have been an aristocratic prat, but he sure was a good fuck. They shagged as though their lives depended on it, their breath jagged and heavy. Hermione's breasts shook and bounced with every mindblowing thrust. Malfoy kept thrusting rougher and harder into her, just to see them shake even more.

"Fuck me, Malfoy!" Hermione loved the way that incredibly hard shaft of his filled her and tantalizingly rubbed her G-spot...the way he heightened the sensations by rubbing her clit and sucking on her nipples...the way he slid a finger up inside her other entrance so that she had the feeling of two dicks furiously pounding in and out of her at once.

Draco kept fucking both of the horny Gryffindor's holes, and the naughty bookworm felt her sexual tension begin to build, and build, and build...then explode into her very first climax. A colossal tidal wave of orgasmic ecstasy overtook the bushy-haired minx.

"Draco!" She screamed Malfoy's first name to the rhythm of her orgasm as the Slytherin's enormous shaft unleashed a wad of man cream into her hungry, wet twat.

"Oh, Hermione..." Draco grunted over and over again as her love muscles pulsated around him, squeezing out every last drop of cum from his shaft.

Once their orgasm took the very last of their energy, Hermione's wrists instantly were unbound and she collapsed onto the cold stone floor with the sexy blond. As they lay together basking in afterglow, realization dawned on the two seventh years; for the first time ever, they'd called each other by their first names.

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