Accosted

Accosted

Hermione hated to patrol the Slytherin corridors worse than anything in the world, but it was her duty as a prefect and there was nothing she valued more than duty. Duty kept her the top student at Hogwarts, duty kept her friends satisfied and her Housemates happy, and duty would gain her the Head Girl position…eventually. But right now, duty was scaring the daylights out of her.

The torches anchored to the wall flickered in the unseen drafts of the dungeons, casting unnamable shadows on the wall. Skittering noises echoed on the stone floors and bounced off the rock walls and her heart skipped beats when a pebble skipped across the floor. She had already seen the Bloody Baron and flashed her prefect’s badge at him to prevent him from siccing Peeves on her. All she had to do was traverse the end of this corridor and turn around to be home free and hurrying back to her common room and the comfort of the Gryffindor fires and camaraderie.

She was close to the end of the hall when a hand reached out from nowhere and grabbed her, dragging her into a darkened alcove that seemed to refute the light. Her mouth covered by a hand, she tried to kick and struggle, but long arms pinned her and pushed her hard against the stone wall.

She froze when a lazy voice drawled in her ear. “Ah, the Gryffindor princess out for a stroll—but the lioness never expects the snake to reach out from the grasses of the plains and nip her, does she?” Her mouth was released and her hair pushed to the side as a warm mouth nipped the side of her neck, gripping teeth sinking gently into the soft skin behind her ear and stilling her cries as effectively as the hand only a moment before.

She knew by the voice that it was Malfoy; why he was doing this, she hadn’t a clue. He hated her, so why would he do that…nipping her neck? His long, lithe body pressed her into the wall and she turned her head to look at him from the corner of her eye. “Why are you doing this, Malfoy? You know that I could—”

“You could scream, but you haven’t, have you now? You could struggle, but you stopped. You want this…attention from someone, don’t you Hermione?”

She froze once again and felt her panties grow damp at the way that he had whispered her name. She couldn’t remember him ever saying her name before, but it lingered in the air, palpable and throbbing with heat. He made it sound intimate and sexual the way that he drew out the syllables and lingered over the ‘my’ sound—like he was marking her as his. Like his mouth had marked her moments before.

She gasped when she felt his hand traverse the zip of her robe, drawing it slowly downward. “You want to be touched—want to be noticed—want someone to see that you’re a girl and not a walking encyclopedia. I’ve seen you, Hermione.”

His fingers thumbed a button through the opening of her robe and his hand slipped into the space between the plackets of her shirt. His palm slipped over the satin of her bra and she could feel the nipple beneath it rise to his warmth. A second caress elicited a chuckle from him as he heard her soft groan. “See? Even your body knows what it wants, why I’m here right now. Your body knows, even if you don’t.”

His other hand skimmed over her bare leg, lingering behind her knee then traversing the soft skin of the back of her thigh up under her skirt. Her breathing was becoming erratic and jerky as she tried to still her mind and stop the wanton thoughts racing through her brain. He brought his mouth to the spot under her ear once again and everything flew out of her mind, erased by sensations unknown to her before tonight.

His fingers ghosted over her bra then found their way beneath it to encircle the hard nub that begged for his attention. “Hermione, don’t think. Just feel,” he said, tugging lightly on her nipple.

She groaned, her forehead pressed against the cool stone. “I can’t, Malfoy.”

His other hand slid higher and slipped into the side of her panties, drawing a gasp from her as he touched her intimately. “You can, Hermione. Pretend that I’m someone else.”

“I don’t want to.” She immediately cursed herself for her honesty and her brain that went into high gear before her mouth was ready. He snickered into the thick hair at the nape of her neck, then pressed his hips into her soft bottom. She could feel his hardness against her, even through the thickness of his robes and hers, and it throbbed with a life of its own.

“Good.” He cupped her with his hand, teasing her curls with his fingertips. “Remember it’s me then, if that’s what you want. I can’t forget that it’s you.”

His finger slipped into the slick folds of her cunt and her hands came up to press against the wall for support. Her head flew back onto his shoulder as he circled the hard pearl of flesh at the top of her slit, then reached deeper to gather more moisture. “Oh, I do think that you like that, Hermione. The feeling of a hand besides your own. Has anyone ever touched you like this?”

She shook her head slightly. “I don’t…”

His voice carried the shock he felt. “You don’t even pleasure yourself? Never?”

Biting her lip, her face coloring in shame, she shook her head. “Never.”

“Well.” He was silent for a moment and she started to turn her head to look at him once again. He blocked her, pressing his cheek to the side of her head and keeping her forehead close to the wall. “Learn from this, then.”

She couldn’t think. His fingers moved delicately over her skin, one hand tugging and raking over her sensitive nipple and the other in a complex pattern over more sensitive flesh. Down, up, around in circles, he drew her desire from the depths of her gut until her thighs shook with it and her knees trembled and threatened to give out. Her hips began jerking to the time of his movements, back and forth uncontrollably, pressing against his hand in the front and his erection in the back.

Her mouth o’ed in a silent scream as she felt something unimaginable building; she knew in her heart that it would be life-changing but refused to call a halt to it. Her thirst for knowledge of any kind overwhelmed her fear and she relished the feelings that were growing in her—the low tightening of muscles and flesh she never realized she had, the prickles of desire that sensitized her entire body, making her feel electric and erotic and sexy.

Malfoy could feel her, ripe and ready as his hand sawed over her clit and feel her trembling beneath his hand. “You can feel it, can’t you Hermione? The tension building…the feelings overwhelming you…all you need to do is let yourself go. Let yourself go, let yourself fall—I’m right here to catch you. Let it go and come for me.”

She felt the whispered breath against the bell of her ear. She did as he commanded and let her mind splinter in the darkness, releasing the breath that she’d been holding as the tension overcame her inhibitions and she leaped off the precipice and into the blinding unknown. Her body jerked uncontrollably, his name spilling from her lips as tears seeped from beneath her eyelids and rolled unheeded down her cheeks, her mouth gibbering and teeth clenching as it continued on for what seemed like forever.

He held her convulsing body firmly with his hand still resting across her chest, his fingers pinching her nipple as he gentled his movements over her slick, hot flesh below. Her tremors eased and she shivered slightly at the feeling of his hot breath on the back of her neck when she rested her head against the wall, trying to regain her composure and come back to her normal self. Which, she thought, would never be normal again.

He released her finally, his hand dragging over her breast in a final caress and his fingers reaching downward to gather her juices on their tips before allowing her panties to cover her once again. She spun on him the second he let her go and she searched his face for malice as he sucked his glistening fingertips, tasting her orgasm with a satisfied smile.

“Why did you do that?” she demanded shakily, her voice betraying her bewilderment at his actions.

His eyes were glowing in the darkness, relishing in her disheveled appearance. “Teaching you a lesson, I suppose. Don’t wander the Slytherin dungeons alone anymore. Others might not be so…friendly.”

She pressed her hand to her chest and tried to slow her uneven breathing, feeling her pounding heartbeat beneath her palm. “I don’t believe you, Malfoy.”

He shrugged. “Believe what you will, Granger. I saw you and I took advantage of the situation. That’s what Slytherins do.”

She surprised him by leaning forward to breach the small space that separated them and pressing her mouth to his lightly. “Warning taken and understood. Will you be…watching me for further stupid behavior then?” she asked, a twinkle in her eye.

He grinned. “Well, maybe. You never know what you’ll find in the dark, Granger—will you?”

She adjusted her robes and inadvertently brushed against the erection straining in his trousers. “No, I suppose I won’t, Malfoy. Good night.”

“Good night, Granger.” As she slipped out of the alcove he undid his trousers and took care of his problem on his own. He listened hard and could hear her whistling as she left the corridor, bringing a small smile to his lips.