Revenge Is Sweet

For once in her life, Hermione was sitting at the table laughing and talking with the girls of her level, gossiping about boys and romance. She had been ignoring the fuzzy feelings inside her for too long and all of a sudden on this spring day it all seemed to go to her head. She had tried to study and failed miserably; horror of horrors, she was even bored with reading! Disgusted and she’d been lured to the Great Hall by laughter and giggles from the other girls her age. She’d sat down at the table with them and watched the boys walk by. Together they commiserated on how the school robes hid much more than they should.

Mostly they strolled about in groups. There were the Slytherins over in the corner, looking deliciously malevolent as they watched the gaggle of girls gawking at them. Draco Malfoy was at the fore, preening as he was wont to do, sucking up the attention to feed his overweening ego. His minions, Crabbe and Goyle, were too busy stuffing their faces to notice any female attention, but on his other side was Blaise Zabini, the ‘Italian stallion’ of the Slytherin dungeons. He too was basking in the adoration of the female student population, having finally grown into his looks after many years of being completely invisible and off the feminine radar.

A group of Ravenclaw boys sauntered through the Hall and roused a fresh spate of tittering as the gossip flew from ear to ear. Justin Finch-Fletchley overheard his name and threw them a frown, which did nothing to halt the bantering of names and places and dates. He turned with a swish of his robes and headed toward a secluded spot, accompanied by his three male housemates as they settled in to quiz each other for the next History of Magic test.

The Great Hall was overly warm with all the meandering student bodies and Hermione shed her robes, draping them neatly over the bench next to her. A hunch of Hufflepuff males walked behind her and she threw them a surreptitious look over her shoulder, sighing deeply. Since Voldemort had ruthlessly killed Cedric Diggory, there were really no contenders in that House for best looking.

She was leaning forward to whisper into Susan Bones’ eager ear when she felt a presence behind her at her shoulder. As the laughter ceased slowly, she realized Harry stood behind her, waiting patiently for her attention.

“Hermione, should you really be doing this? I mean, what about Ron?” Harry's voice carried a tinge of disapproval that didn’t set well with her and she rolled her eyes.

“Yes, what about Ron? Isn’t he busy with Lavender about now?” she hissed, staring at Harry's furrowed eyebrows and disapproving glances.

“Hermione, you know that’s just his way of making you jealous. He really doesn’t mean it. After all, he’s made plans for after we leave school…” his voice trailed off to nothing when he saw the anger rising from the depths of Hermione's broken heart.

“Made plans, has he? For me? Wanker. I’ll show him.” She climbed to her feet and paused long enough to push a finger into Harry's chest. “Inform Mr. Weasley that any plans that he has already made aren’t worth the thought they took to make.”

The girls watched along with Harry as she stomped over to the Slytherin contingent that lined the far wall of the Great Hall. She paused before the group, sizing them up mentally, then grabbed Malfoy by his tie and began dragging him toward the doors. Faint traces of her tirade drifted through the air as she nearly choked the stunned Slytherin with his school tie. She would show Ron Weasley.

He had told her that he and Lav-Lav were quits. He had kissed her sweetly and asked her to come to the Burrow for the summer so they could explore their burgeoning feelings toward one another. That was the day before she caught them shagging in the Astronomy Tower when she did her prefects’ rounds. He was constantly playing with her emotions and toying with her heart and she was tired of it; that had simply been the straw to break the camel’s back. Perhaps if he saw her going off with his greatest enemy he would quit the waffling and leave her alone instead of stringing her along as he had been.

Determination filled her face as she dragged Malfoy through the entrance hall, past Ron and Lavender who stared in horror, Ginny and Michael Corner who were just talking. Ginny smirked at her brother’s expression as Hermione passed, muttering under her breath and dragging Malfoy like a toy behind her.


Draco Malfoy was in shock. Not only did the Gryffindor golden girl grab him by the tie and drag him out of the Great Hall, she was muttering under her breath about fucking and sex and the like.

He had never heard such language from her pristine mouth and it was turning him on. He was hard before they ever reached the dungeons, hard before they had made it completely out of the entrance hall, in fact. Weasley's face only made him harder—the blood red tint that rivaled the orange of his hair lingered in his mind long after they passed him on their way to wherever the Mudblood was taking him.

Hermione dragged him into an out-of-the-way alcove that was dark and foreboding. Turning, she dropped his tie and grabbed his hair, bringing his face close to hers in the dark. “Malfoy,” she growled, her voice lower and huskier than he remembered.

“Granger,” he replied, trying to suppress the automatic wince from his hair being pulled in such a manner. He could see her eyes bright in the darkness from the lit hallway behind him. Her teeth were gritted in an angry grimace.

“Malfoy, this means nothing. I still hate you.”

“And I you. What means nothing?” he asked, confused by her remark.

“This.” She slammed her mouth against his with a fury, her lips bruising his full bottom lip. She dragged the tip of her tongue across the lip to ease the sting and he started to say something in reply. She took advantage of his open mouth and raked her tongue over the roof, massaging the inner heat with the tip and teasing him until he began to respond, reluctantly at first then with more enthusiasm as they continued to assault one another’s mouths.

She released him when he was panting and breathless, nipping her way over to his ear. “Fuck me, Malfoy. Fuck me like you mean it.” When she wrapped her legs around his waist and rubbed seductively against him, all thoughts of blood purity flew out of his head as the blood pooled in his groin. Her lips tugged on his earlobe as her fingers teased the hard nipples beneath his school shirt and he was too mindless in his excitement to tell her no.

His hands went to the front of her shirt and jerked it open, buttons flying and pinging as they landed helter-skelter in the hallway and the alcove. Her breasts were tightly bound in a white bra that easily gave way beneath his practiced hand and he marveled at the sight of them when they were released. They glowed pearlescent and perfect in the dim light, the nipples already tightly furled in arousal as he raked them with his eyes.

His fingers trembled imperceptibly but he knew that they did; Hermione was so caught up in sensation that she had no idea. He reached for one soft globe and ran his fingertips lightly over soft skin, feeling the ridges of flesh ringing the erect nipple before plucking at it with thumb and forefinger.

A tug on his hair raised his face to hers, their eyes clashing in the dark. “Malfoy, did you miss something there? I said fuck me, not memorize me.”

Somehow the anger that filled him helped him focus. “Fine, Granger, if you want fucking then that’s all you’ll get.” He reached down and unbuttoned and unzipped his trousers, yanking his cock out of the opening and feeling its hardness with his hand. He couldn’t remember a time when he had been this hard before; Pansy always had to work him a little to get him this excited.

He twisted his hand to feel the damp panties covering her crotch. Pulling them aside, he felt the wetness seeping out of her pussy and onto her thighs. He ran his finger up the slit to the knot of nerves at its peak and watched her eyes close and head fall back, a gasp whispering through her barely parted lips.

He paused, suspicion dampening his arousal for only a moment. “You aren’t a virgin, are you?”

She gave him a scathing look. “Do you think that I would be doing this if I were? With you?”

He had to accede that small point; her first time with him like this would not have been pleasant for either one of them.

“God, now—fuck me now.” Her hand joined his between them and she gripped the head of his cock in her fist, barely able to encircle it with her slender fingers. Flexing her thighs, she brought him closer to her until she nudged his hand aside, then she locked her ankles behind his hips and arched her hips to impale herself on his erection.

His eyes flew open wide as he felt the burning heat of her body. She was fire and flame, molten with heated desire that surrounded him, enflamed him. His hips moved of their own accord, pumping in and out of her, pistoning deep inside her.

He found his hands full of moaning, squirming girl; one hand hard on her ass, supporting her and keeping her hips tilted toward him and one hand squeezing and rubbing her breast with a frantic motion that belied his usual calm, cool exterior. Her hands gripped the wall and his shoulder, her nails biting into the fabric of his shirt to the flesh beneath. He could feel the sting as her nails tore into skin but it only seemed to inflame his already oversensitive nerves, driving his hips even faster.

A wet, slapping sound filled the alcove to accompany their moans and heavy breathing. Hermione grabbed his head and pulled his forehead away from her shoulder, wanting to see into the eyes of her enemy. “God, I hate you but this feels…so…fucking…good,” she gasped.

“I…hate…you…too…Granger.” He punctuated each word with a thrust deep inside her, hitting bottom with every push. He saw her features twist into a pleasurable pain and smirked as he kept up the pace.

“Malfoy, I need—touch me—touch my clit,” she gasped. Obediently he reached down and brushed his fingers over the hard nub that seemed to swell under his touch. She threw her head back and hit it on the wall behind her, stars exploding behind her eyelids. She dragged his head down with both hands and pressed his mouth to her nipple and felt him draw it between his lips, pressing the taut flesh with his teeth.

She felt her release building from deep inside and bit the inside of her cheek to keep herself from screaming aloud. Malfoy noticed her attempt at control and pinched her clit between his fingers once then again, wanting to drive the bint insane.

Oh, two can play that game, she thought. She nuzzled her way up his neck and below his ear then gripped the soft lobe between her teeth, raking it gently. She had noticed something a few minutes before and used it to her advantage now.

She started talking. “You like this, don’t you, Malfoy? You like fucking this Gryffindor pussy, don’t you? Feels good wrapped around your cock, doesn’t it? Tight, huh?” She flexed muscles inside her that she had found last year and watched his face for a reaction.

He clenched his jaw, trying to maintain control and finding it extremely difficult. Her hand snaked down between them and grasped his swinging sac in her palm, rolling the tender skin with her fingers. “Come on, Malfoy, I know that you like this. Say something.”

“Granger—gonna come,” he gasped out. Her hand tightened around his balls and tugged them down, halting his come in its tracks.

“Not yet. So close,” she said. She tilted her pelvis down and the shaft of his cock raked over her clit with every movement of his hips. “There—right there. Now fuck me harder.”

His hair was sticking to his forehead, sweat dripping down his face and the crack of his arse. “Fuck, Granger, what more do you want?”

“I want to come hard. I want to rip your dick off with my pussy when I come, Malfoy. Don’t disappoint me.”

He raised his head to look her in the eye and she grabbed his ears and pulled his mouth down to fuck it with her tongue. Suddenly she stiffened against him and her head slammed forward onto his shoulder, her breath erratic and uneven, as her whole body seemed to spasm around him.

Malfoy realized that she wasn’t kidding when she said she wanted to rip his cock off. Her pussy clenched around him like a vise, nearly halting any movement as she came violently. Her teeth sunk into the side of his neck to keep the screams from erupting from her throat and he winced from the pain but it didn’t seem to detract from the sensations building in his groin.

He slowed down to prolong her climax, then began striving for his own. Her breath was hot on his throat and he felt her shuddering with the aftershocks in his grasp. She began talking again, whispering against the notch of his throat. “God, Malfoy, so good…so good…keep fucking me…harder, please, I’m going to come again…”

He could feel her hands wandering down to cup the cheeks of his arse, her nails scoring his skin the closer she came to coming again. His sac drew up tight against his body and he could feel the come churning in his gut, teetering on the cusp of eruption when he felt her climax again, her pussy throbbing around him like a living thing with a mind of its own.

It wasn’t the pulsations that sent him over the edge, though; it was her gasping his name, his first name, into his ear that pushed him over the peak and down into the blinding light. His eyes went blind and there was a dull roar in his ears as his thrusts became as ragged as his breathing.

He slowed to a halt, still supporting her against the wall as he rested his head against her shoulder. Her hands stroked his lower back under his shirt. She unlocked her ankles and slipped down his body, rearranging her skirt and panties while she looked everywhere but directly at him.

She pulled her wand out of her pocket and cast a reparo charm on her shirt, fastening her bra before she did up the buttons. He leaned against the wall and watched her with hooded eyes as she tidied herself dispassionately, belying the passionate witch that he had just had sex with.

“So what now, Granger?” he finally said to break the silence that had come between them and filled the corridor with heavy tension.

She turned to look at him with calm eyes. “I told you before it happened, Malfoy. This changes nothing.”

She took one step then another, then turned around and stood in front of him. “But I’m not rude. Thank you, Draco, for a very pleasurable experience.”

He reached out and yanked her by her tie to her tiptoes. The front of her pristine skirt brushed against his still-exposed cock and sent a shiver down his spine that he ignored. Instead of speaking he crushed his mouth to those full red lips, ignoring her squirming and attempts to get away. “This will happen again, Granger,” he said, his tone more than a little threatening.

He let go of her tie and she stepped back away from him. “Not if I have any say.” With a brisk turn that spun out to show him her plain white knickers, she was gone.

As he tucked his spent cock away and zipped up, he said, “It will happen again, Granger—but next time it will be on my terms, not yours.”

Hands in pockets and a saunter to his step, he made his way back to the Great Hall.