Fiction or Reality? Completed!

Response to Ryder challenge.





Voldemort was destroyed and the world was safe again. Unfortunately there was a leak in the presses. The Ministry could not prevent Rita Skeeter from making Muggle headlines with the story. Shortly thereafter chaos reigned. The Muggles were in love with Harry Potter.

In a weak attempt to put a skew on the whole fiasco, Arthur Weasley created a persona of a Muggle Writer. J.K. Rowling was the name they finally chose for her. A children’s book writer from the United Kingdom.

The books were instantaneously famous; rumors that it was real began to fuel the madness. Harry couldn’t go anywhere undisguised and Muggle fans began to write about the series, creating their own spin on the tales of Harry Potter.

Hermione rubbed her forehead, her fingers caressing the line between her brows. Everyday she was responsible for monitoring the Muggle knowledge of magic. It had been a long day at work, and finally it was time to relax. Hermione clicked on her laptop. A muggle device that makes libraries look inefficient. So she cheated once in a while. She WAS Muggleborn after all.

Typing in her name gave her a small thrill. Everyday it seemed more and more hits came up. Nobody had ever noticed her before and now it seemed that everyone loved her! Well, they loved Mione Granier. Her fictional name was strikingly close in her opinion.

Hermione took a sip of the Pinot Noir that she had poured earlier that evening and she clicked on a website image to see the actress that was playing her in the movies. Pretty good. Hermione smirked at the picture of Draco Malfoy’s actor. Cute kid. The real thing was positively devastating though. The mangy prick.

Before long she had downed her wine and began to surf the ‘internet’ for couplings of herself and Malfoy. The Fans LOVED putting them together. Hermione sighed and rubbed the back of her neck. Not that she blamed them. It was a romantic idea but hardly realistic. She was actually rather plain and Malfoy was an insufferable ferret that was too beautiful to stand.

Seeing the adult fan fiction site title, Hermione grinned and clicked on a steamy scene with her and Draco in the bathtub. Hermione casually dropped her hand down to her panties and felt the outside of the silk that rested over her.

Hermione closed her eyes, imagining the silver eyes piercing her as he drove inside her. The author’s words were burning her cheeks and she felt flushed. Muggles were VERY descriptive. Hermione felt her nipples hardening as she read on. Draco had a Ten INCH pen……???? Is that true?!?! Oh Gods….Hermione started to breath hard and she felt blurry eyed as she feverishly scanned the screen.

Hermione wet her lips and a sound of a POP, came from behind her as the object of her desire appeared.

Hermione squeaked as she fled the chair and went for her robe. “Just because you’re my boss, it doesn’t mean you can just APPARATE whenever you like into my apartment!”

“ What’s got your panties in a twist, Granger?” Malfoy stalked towards the computer screen and squinted.

“Is that bloody Tom Felton?? Your sick Granger. I had no idea you wanted me so bad you would wank off to my counterpart.” Draco smirked and swaggered towards her with a smug look on her perfect face.

Hermione’s face burned with humiliation and she wrapped her robe around her panties and Weird Sisters T-shirt.

“Shove off. I’ll be ready in a minute. I just forgot you were coming.” Hermione moaned, slapping her forehead.

Malfoy grinned evilly. “ I bet… No, I think I have some work here that needs doing.”

Hermione stilled as he stalked towards her.

Hermione fled to the bathroom. “Give me a minute!” Her face flaming as she sped to the bathroom and slammed the door shut.

Draco inched forward and inspected the screen and clicked on the muted screen. He recognized this contraption. Arthur Weasley had one that showed fish. Who cared?

Draco gasped as the words came up on the screen. “Draco Malfoy had a huge wand. His cock was so enormous that Hermione thought she would suffocate from the sheer weight of it. Hermione could feel her walls clen..….” The screen stopped and hit the end of the box.

Draco read it aloud and then he looked nonplussed. Suffocate from the sheer weight of it. That little minx. Draco felt the item in question come to attention at the image of him pounding into the infuriating know-it-all.

Draco grew frustrated and he tapped his wand on the screen once. “Move damn you. What happens next?”

The screen sat irritatingly still and an annoying black cat blinked at him. Blink. Blink. Blink.

“Granger, You are going to show me how to work this little box, blast it!” Draco strode to the door and pushed it open.

Hermione shrieked and pulled up her dress hurriedly catching the zipper in her hair. “Owww… What little box?”

“The one that has you suffocating under my huge member.” Draco whispered smugly.

Hermione ripped her hair from the zipper and turned to face him her face mottled with rage. “You went on my computer?!?”

Draco looked blank for a moment.

“My little box?”

“I have never been in your little box, Granger.” Draco grinned, showing even white teeth.

“OH you…” Hermione brandished her wand at him.

Draco slowly backed out of the bathroom with his hands up. “I just want to know why you are reading about it, instead of doing it.” He smirked.

Hermione looked confused and then she hissed. “ Because Tom Felton is sexy and you are a little ferret!”

“I am sexy!” Draco spat outraged, feeling unreasonably jealous of this kid who was supposed to be him.

Hermione laughed. “And arrogant enough to tell me. Besides, the fantasy is always better then the reality.”

“The fantasy knows how I like it.” Hermione grabbed a brush through her hair and slipped on a robe over the dress.

Draco looked very put out. “TOM Felton is an AUDITOR.”

“An actor… Malfoy. Not Auditor.” Hermione replied scathingly.

“That’s what I said!” Draco said heatedly. “And if you want to sleep with him, you better sleep with me first! I do everything first. HE’s me, get it?”

Hermione saw something burning in his silver eyes and she faltered backwards with a taunting laugh. “In the fan fiction, your also gay, and sleeping with Ginny and a million other things. Did you do those things first?”

“I am poof? That makes no sense! What is this actor doing to my reputation??” Draco demanded and grabbed her arm. “Show me this fan fiction!!!!!!!! Or you’re fired.” He glared at her and pushed her towards the little box.

Hermione sighed and took a seat at the computer. “ Pull up a chair. This is going to be a long night.”

Draco waved his wand and a chair slid across to him and he lounged in it. Hermione stole a look at the real Draco. Pale hair slid to his shoulders, silky gorgeous straight hair that she would never possess. Perfectly delicate features, pale skin and icy silver eyes made up the ridiculously handsome man next to her. His body was carved from Quidditch, long and lean. Hermione felt a flutter in her heart and she squashed it. His lips were sensuous, cruel and pursed in anger as he watched the computer.

“SHOW me what happens next witch.” Draco replied silkily, but he obviously badly wanted to know.

Hermione could feel the heat between her legs from her five-second masturbatory session that was interrupted.

“It’s really boring.” Hermione tried to persuade him to drop it.

“I AM never boring.” Draco snarled, and his beautiful long fingers dug into the arms of her chair.

Hermione couldn’t help shuddering as she imagined them digging into her back in the throes of passion. Draco eyed the witch as she shuddered and he leaned closer to her. His thigh brushed up against hers. The heat from that touch made her skittish and Draco smiled inwardly. This was like taking candy from a baby.

“Maybe this fictional Draco knew what you tasted like. Maybe he dragged his tongue against you so many times that your taste became like ambrosia and he just had to keep licking you repeatedly just to survive.” Draco whispered in her ear, his breath tickling out.

Hermione tried not to respond to his seductive words and she opted for a dry tone. “No, but your not a half bad writer. Maybe you should submit something.”

Draco scowled at her nonchalance. “I like to do some research first.”

Hermione exhaled slowly, her breasts heaving at his suggestive tone. Trying hard to focus on the task on hand she typed Draco’s name into the adult fan fiction website.

“Here are your pairings. Draco and Harry, 3002 stories.”

“WHAT! As if Potter could get me up,” exclaimed Draco with a drawl of disgust. “Hmm, are those threesomes?… Oooooo I like that.” Draco grinned.

Hermione snorted. “Not with Lestrange and Voldemort, you don’t. Do you?”

Draco dry heaved.

“He doesn’t have a nose.” Draco said hoarsely. Her second words registered, and Draco nodded, a glimmer of malice glittered in his silver gaze.

“That’s it! Take off your clothes witch,”growled Draco

Hermione blinked at him. “What?”

“You challenged my manhood. I must prove to you that I don’t like doing the nasty with V…” Draco shudders, with the words.

Hermione stood up and backed away from Draco. “Listen Malfoy. This was not my idea.”

“Who bloody cares? You want to fuck me, witch. I can smell it on you.” Draco stalked towards her, and he grabbed the front of her robes, ripping them down the front.

Hermione felt a little afraid, and she hesitated.

“Well then?” Draco challenged her.

“You are not going to rape me Malfoy.” Hermione raised her wand threateningly.

“I would never need to resort to rape, despite what those trite bits of fiction say. You want me, and you want me bad, Granger. Guess what, I want you too. Lets toss Tom Felton's bloody picture out the window, and give it a go.” Draco leered at her.

“The problem is that this is real life, Malfoy. You hate me, remember?” Hermione tried one last attempt at sanity.

Draco paused and he ran a hand to the back of her dress and unzipped it slowly. His hands burned into her flesh, as he spoke.Hermione felt a pulse of pleasure touch between her legs, she shuddered.

“I don’t hate you Granger. How could I hate anyone that I want as much as I want you?” Draco whispered and he pressed his mouth onto her lips.


Hermione could feel the wine going to her head and she responded to his mouth eagerly. Her hands began to methodically shed his clothes. Draco was leaner then he was in school. His body seemed hard and muscled to the touch. His skin was like pale silk and Hermione could feel her knickers soaking through just from her brief exploration of him.

Draco breathed harshly as he saw Hermione’s eyes dilate in pleasure. Gods, this was unexpected. He had been waiting years for the witch to acknowledge him as a man, but it took a Muggle Actor to get him in the door. Shesh. Muggleborn, who could understand them?

Draco pushed against her, letting her feel his arousal. Hermione whispered as she stared at his painfully hard cock.

“Oh gods, its true, your ten inches!?” Hermione gasped with pleasure.

Draco stared lustfully down at her excited face. Ten inches, was she having a laugh?

“I can make it bloody feel like ten inches… if you like.” Draco growled and pushed her through the door to her bedroom.

Draco noted the feminine setting of her bedroom. The pink fluffy comforter and white lace pillows screamed virginal. He got nervous.

“Um, Hermione. You’re not a virgin are you?”

Hermione laughed. “No. Why?”

Draco exhaled. The thought of him being the first one to pop Granger’s cherry had been an excruciatingly, arousing one.

“No reason. Spread your legs.”

“What?” Hermione exclaimed at his sudden command.

“Because if I don’t get inside you right now, I am going to bloody explode on your lovely pink comforter.” Draco gritted through his teeth as his erection throbbed hard.

Draco had a sudden image of burying himself up to the hilt inside of her surrounding by all the girly things and making her scream, like a Cornish pixie.

“Oh gods Granger…I swear if this is some sort of revenge for that teeth thing, I am going to strangle you.” Draco hissed as he watched her struggle out of the dress.

“I’ll buy you another dozen of these ugly dresses if you like.”

Draco ripped the front of the dress and revealed Hermione’s curvy figure beneath. A Slytherin green bra and silk panties set emphasized the fullness of her gorgeous breasts, her narrow flat waist, and round buttocks.

Draco sucked in a breath and whispered hoarsely. “You…little minx.”

Hermione looked uncertainly at him, as Draco stared at her.

His cock was throbbing and pushing out as she lowered her eyes to it. Hermione wet her lips looked dazed and Draco’s eyes almost rolled back into his head. WHAT was she trying to do to him?

“In the fan fiction I was reading, I got to taste you first.” Hermione stammered but her eyes seemed frozen on his middle section.

Draco groaned and nodded. “It’s a reasonable place to start, Granger.”

Hermione moved towards him and dropped to her knees. Her pert ass was up in the air while she bent her head and her breath tickled out to his cock. Draco shuddered and his pale hair fell down about his face as his knees almost buckled from that sensation.

“Suck it…”

Draco commanded hoarsely and his strong fingers gripped her curly hair, guiding her face closer. Hermione could smell soap and something distinctly male. She gripped his swollen cock in her hands and she lapped at the tip. Draco shuddered, all his muscles tensing.

A thrill went through and she felt herself growing incredibly hot and wet at the thought that Draco was at her mercy right now. Hermione deep throated his cock, swallowing it until her throat convulsed, gagging.

Draco moaned and his hand caressed her hair. “Please Granger…” His tone sounded almost pleading.

Hermione shuddered and began to suck, her tongue rolling to tease all sides of him, lashing out as she pulled him deeper inside her mouth. After a few minutes Draco looked like he was going to die. His beautiful face was a mask of agony as he tried to hold back. He pushed her off him.

Hermione stood up as Draco sat on the edge of the bed. Draco captured one of her nipples, tugging it into his mouth to suckle. His other fingers moved to the hot center between her legs and he slid his index finger inside her wet, soft curls. “You have the sweetest pussy, Granger.” Draco mumbled against her nipple and he withdrew his sticky fingers, licking them as his eyes bore into her own.

Hermione’s breath caught as she watched him mesmerized by his fingertips. “Gods, I have wanted to do this to you since I first got knocked sideways by you.” Dracos arms reached out and grabbed her hips, pulling her on his lap. He lifted her up, his cock bobbed and rubbed at her clit.

“Beg for it Granger.” Draco hissed and Hermione arched trying to get more pressure on her clit. She began to wiggle and Draco slid his hands down to part her legs further and she wrapped them around his back.

Bending her over, he pressed his cock halfway in to her moist center. Draco stopped. His muscled tensed as he froze, refusing to enter her more.

Hermione felt the ache and her wetness was dripping from her hot, pink hole.


“OH gods, Malfoy.. PLEASE!!! Now…… Anything, I would do anything.” Hermione rasped, her nails piercing his back and scratching as she tried to buck.

Suddenly,he slammed up inside her with a roughness that made her howl in pleasure.

“Oh Draco…..” Hermione whimpered as she felt his length stretch inside her as her walls clenched down around his cock.

Draco heard her say his first name and he groaned. “Do you know how long I have been waiting to fuck you like this witch?”

Draco breathed into her neck, as he hands lifted her hips, to slam her down on him repeatedly.

Hermione barely heard his words as suddenly she arched, Draco yelled and he flipped her over. Draco began to pummel her into the mattress. Her hair bounced wildly around her flushed face as she worked her pussy hard, punishingly, almost demandingly.

“Say my name… Say it!”Draco demanded.

“Draco…” Hermione whispered, with each breathy moan. Draco began to piston inside the witch, feeling her walls tightening as she almost reached her peak. Draco howled and bit her neck, slamming into her hard as he exploded with her.

Hermione screamed his name, her nails grasping his buttocks, holding him inside her, buried to the hilt, shuddering as she rode out her pleasure.

Draco licked her sweaty neck and snuggled down, staying inside of her. He used his weight to pin her on the bed.

“Now, time for questions.” Draco panted, but he had barely broken a sweat. His hair fell into his silver eyes, which were half-mast with satisfaction.

“Huh?” murmured Hermione and she suddenly bucked as he adjusted himself and another orgasm rolled mindlessly through her.

Draco watched the pleasure grip her face as she bucked and writhed beneath him. She was a tremendous lay and the breathy way she said his name mid coitus, was mind-blowing.

“How long have you been wanking off to my Muggle counterpart?” Draco pushed into her deeper and Hermione gasped.

“Two years…”Hermione groaned at the feeling of fullness between her legs as Draco possessed her.

Draco stared down at her incredulously. “TWO years??? Wasted on Tom BLOODY Felton?? They make me act ridiculous in those movies.”

Hermione squirmed under him. “Well you were the villain. It is important for children to see villains as unattractive.”

Draco smirked evilly. “But it didn’t work on you...So your knickers get wet for villains, huh?”

Hermione sighed in pleasure as she constricted around him, squeezing him out.

“Hey, Granger. I didn’t say I was finished yet.” Draco whispered in her ear, licking the bottom lobe. “Was I better then your bloody fantasy?”

Hermione smiled slightly. “Yes, but in my fantasy you sometimes share me.”

Draco blinked. “You are a dirty bird, Granger. With who?”

Hermione smiled smugly and shook her head. “I am not telling you.”

Draco sulked, while he stroked her breasts slowly, idly. “Can I guess?”

“Well, that Alan Rickman bloke kind of does it for me.” Hermione admitted sheepishly.

Dracos fingers were rolling over her sensitive nipples and she shivered. The fingers stopped suddenly.

“Granger, have you been reading Snape fan-fiction?” Draco demanded jealously.

“Muggles think he is romantic. Dying for love and all that. Plus he is so intelligent.” Hermione sighed, closing her eyes.

“I’m intelligent.” Draco interjected.

“Yes, but I have more pairings with Snape, then you.” Hermione tensed as Draco exploded besides her.

“Professor Snape? You and Professor Snape is more romantic then me and you? Impossible! Obviously these Muggles don’t know what I look like.” Draco seethed.

Draco laid his face on her belly kissing it, and Hermione absently stroked his hair in an attempt to soothe his vanity.

“So you want to bang Snape too?” Draco murmured suspiciously. “Lucky for you he is still alive, otherwise that would be morbid.”

Hermione grinned slightly. “You should be comforted Draco. You have more hits, with you and Harry pairings then all of mine combined.”

“IT was ONE TIME. I was drunk; I kissed him, big deal. I thought he was Millicent Bulstrode. They both wear glasses and have dark hair, it was an accident!” Draco said without heat.

“Besides, I would rather explore our other fan fiction stories. Is it true that you were with Firenze once? You naughty bitch.” Draco smirked, lazily running his fingers over her swollen clit.

“Oh ewwww. Never.” Hermione squealed and she pulled back from Draco.

“Time to go.” Hermione whispered with a small smile as she rose up to put a robe on.

Draco looked way to comfortable in her bed. The image was playing havoc on her heartstrings.

The easy way they had been conversing was making it hard to imagine it going back to being co-workers, or worse enemies again.

“Why?” Draco propped himself up on one elbow, his hair spilling to the side.

He had a genuinely puzzled look on his beautiful face and Hermione almost began to cry. She turned swiftly around facing away from him.

Hermione walked to the window and hugged her arms.

Her tone was soft. “Because I don’t think this is a good idea. I do not want to start liking you. I barely have learned how to work next to you without committing murder.”

Hermione felt him behind her suddenly. Draco pressed a kiss to the back of her neck gently; his arm snaked out around her waist, pulling her against him.

“This is the cure to our problems Granger. You’re just angry because every night you go home to fan fiction Draco, when you could be getting the real thing.” Draco whispered in her ear.

Hermione choked up. His gentle words were stripping her raw. Draco frowned and turned her to face him.

“Is this a trick, some joke to get revenge on the Mudblood?” Hermione choked out angrily.

Draco shook his head. “No you daft girl. I have waited too long for you, to let you chicken out now. Some bloody Gryffindor you are.” Draco teased as he kissed the corners of her eyes.


Draco whispered. “This is my fantasy. Having you here… next to me. Always. DO YOU really think I like Muggle Relations? This is Draco Malfoy we are talking about. I just wanted to be close to you.”

Hermione sniffled, staring into Draco’s earnest beautiful eyes. “Why didn’t you just say so?”

“I’m a Slytherin luv, we never do anything straightforward. Now come back to bed and I will show you EXACTLY what Tom Felton is missing.”

Hermione forgot to tell him about UTube, ah well. There was plenty of time for that later.

Draco grinned evilly at her and swept her up into his arms, carrying her back to his bed.


And he did again and again.






FIN.






Oh. the Firenze /Hermione bit is from Ms. Figg.


I just needed a cute break from my angsty story. Ah well back to Hogwarts Maelstrom. *Dives in*

Please review, I might post a sequel, or a new thread to this challenge for other characters……

This was a response to a challenge I found intriguing.


Ryder:
Alright, here's the challenge. As we all know, Hermione is muggle-born. I challenge everyone to write a chapter of this story (as a write-round). The plot is simple(note:I said simple, not easy). Hermione goes home for break and finds one of the many fanfic sites where she is married to Harry, Ron, Snape, Draco or any other HP character. Write her reactions to any of the many situations we as fanfic writers/readers put her and her classmates in.