It Happened in the Library

It Happened in the Library or, Everyone Loves to Masturbate!

A/N: My first story from my sexy personal archive. I love horny teenagers, they're hilarious to write about.

Enjoy!

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It was late one Thursday night when Draco first heard it. He had been walking lazily among the books at the back of the library, absentmindedly running his finger along the titles of the various tomes that lined the shelves.

He did this often, wandering alone past curfew, his position of Head Boy keeping him from any consequences at being found in the corridors this late. He was deep inside his thoughts, mussing about this and that when he heard a sound from several shelves down. Curious of the sound, he snuck as stealthy as a cat around the edge of the book case.

There! It happened again, a low sound, almost a moan, but distinctly female. It was louder this time too, so he knew he was definitely close. Quickly, he tiptoed around the last book case where the library stretched out into a small area for studying.

He poked his head out from behind the wooden shelves and squinted against the darkness of the back of the library, looking amongst the tables for a form.
And as another small moan was uttered, he saw her.

Hermione Granger sat alone at her usual table at the back of the library, sunken down low in her chair, her legs spread and her skirt jacked up around her hips. She had her eyes closed and was rubbing one hand against her knickers, the other was reaching upwards, massaging her breast through her blouse as she moaned lightly at the sensations.

Draco's eyes widened in surprise. Who would have thought? Bookworm goody-two-shoes Granger was a secret masturbater. He had to stop himself from snickering at the thought, all kinds of terrible schemes to completely and utterly embarrass her with this new found knowledge running through his devious mind.

But as she moaned again, her small pink tongue darting out to wet her lips, his mouth went completely dry. With something like dread he realized that there was a familiar sensation of warmth in his pelvis and he was rapidly supporting a growing hard-on.

He cursed his body for betraying him; he was not supposed to be sexually attracted to the mudblood. She was dirty, stuck up, and not to mention the best friend of Potty and Weasel.

But as he watched her now, unable to remove his eyes, he couldn't deny it; with her cheeks flushed pink, her thick long eyelashes fluttering against her clear peachy cheeks and her long creamy legs spread out before her, she was the exact image of a young mans sexual fantasies.

Hermione continued to rub herself through her knickers, her movements rapidly becoming more frenzied, and Draco watched, transfixed, as he could see her knickers darken with her wetness. He couldn't help himself and he groaned quietly, running a hand over the bulge in the front of his pants.

He continued to grow more aroused as he watched her, and suddenly as he stared, she brought her hand up and finally snuck it underneath her knickers. His breath caught in his throat; no, she wouldn't. But she did, reaching inside her knickers with two fingers, she rapidly plunged them into her depths, pumping in and out, and arching her bum off the chair with her thrusts.

Unable to contain himself any longer, Draco fumbled with his belt buckle and unzipped his pants, plunging his hand inside his boxers to grasp his ragging hard-on. He groaned as he stroked himself roughly, pumping up and down, doing anything to relieve himself of the unbearable throbbing in his groin.

He was harder then he could ever remember, and he fell to his knees, never stopping his furious pumping, his legs unable to support him any longer. He was bent over from the exertion, breathing raggedly, but still unable to tear his eyes off Hermione.

She was still fingering herself with her eyes closed, moaning louder and louder as she reached her peak. Draco too was rapidly reaching his climax, and as Hermione arched off the chair for the final time, her mouth opened in a silent scream of ecstasy, Draco thrust into his hand on last time. He choked back a strangled cry, and shuddered, cumming violently all over his hands and the library rug.

And so it happened, Hermione studied late into the night almost every evening, and Draco fell into some what of a habit of watching her. And also waiting for that one moment when her hand would undoubtedly slip between her thighs.

He'd wanked off watching her finger herself every time, but soon the library wasn't the only time he got off on the thought of her. At night he'd started having dreams of her, waking up with a painfully tight erection.

All in all, he'd wanked off more in this week then he ever had in his entire life. From that first week on, he couldn't even look at her without getting an erection. Often, he stared at her in class, watching as she nibbled the end of her quill. By the end of the day, he would be walking bow-legged, trying to relieve some of the throbbing pain of a hard-on that had been tightening his pants all day.

But by far, his favorite place to watch her was the Great Hall. Presently, he sat watching her at dinner from the Slytherin table. She seemed completely oblivious to her own sex appeal, but Draco was positive that she was trying to drive him insane with the way she ate.

Every bite was scrapped of her fork with precision, her pearly white teeth barely showing. Then she'd swallow, working her long creamy throat before - here was the clincher - darting out her small pink tongue to lick her lips. She'd purse her wet, pouty lips in enjoyment before repeating the process over again.

Draco's eyes were glued to her every movement, his hard-on already alive and throbbing inside his robes. As she darted out her lovely tongue again, this time licking both the top and bottom of her luscious lips, Draco couldn't help himself for a second longer.

Casually, he reached a hand below the table and ran his palm over the bulge in his pants experimentally. He underestimated the power of his arousal and groaned before he could stop himself, acquiring an odd look from Pansy who was sitting across from him.

He gathered what was left of his self restraint and moved his hands to grasp his knees tightly, but he still couldn't take his eyes off Hermione. As she continued to eat, his imagination rapidly ran away with him.

Every time her small pink tongue darted out to wet her lips he could almost picture her running the same appendage down his already throbbing cock. He could see it now; she'd look at him with those large doe eyes, and lower her bushy head, kissing the tip of erection and then taking the entire thing into her pouty pink lips.

His eyes fluttered close for a second as the pressure in his cock seemed to build up to an intolerable level. It was rock hard, throbbing terribly with its own pulse after each heartbeat. Draco was panting raggedly, his fingers digging into his thighs as he clutched them, trying to stop his hands from moving to his crotch. He wanted so badly to relieve himself, but he couldn't get up now, the large bulge in his pants would be undeniably obvious.

It was Hermione who finally made the decision for him. She was reaching for the syrup, bringing it back towards her plate, when one glistening drop escaped the edge and fell. He watched in almost slow motion as the golden drop hit her glass and she frowned in annoyance, raising it up to her little wet lips.

Why, oh why, did they have to make the glasses tall, long and smooth? Draco cursed in his mind as he watched her agonizingly slowly run her tongue all the way up the length of the glass, licking her lips when she'd successfully removed the syrup.

It was entirely to much for Draco, and his hands jumped from his knees to the uncontrollably painful bulge in his pants, rubbing his hand against it in an effort to relieve himself. But he was just too fucking hard, and the painful throbbing if anything increased.

He pressed his lips tightly together, stopping any groans from escaping. He was still at the table after all, surrounded by hundreds of his classmates; this small realization seemed to turn him on even more, it was so torrid.

Breathing raggedly but trying to hide it, he slowly unbuttoned his pants and unzipped his fly, pushing his boxers just low enough to free himself from the confines of his pants. His throbbing erection sprang free from underneath the table and the very tip hit the rough rood of its underside. His eyes rolled back in his head at the sensation and he had almost bucked upwards before he stopped himself; it wouldn't do good to be found out now with his wanker hanging from his pants.

Slowly but surely he reached down underneath the table and circled his hands around his cock. He groaned quietly at the first touch and started too stroke himself, relieving himself of the ungodly hardness.

He started off slow, wary of being caught, but as his gaze settled fully back on Hermione, he couldn't stop. He pumped his hand up and down furiously, rubbing the tip against the underside of the table, bringing a whole new sensation to his actions. He was panting now, but trying to hide it, yet he was sure he was getting some strange looks.

Suddenly, as if she had just realized he had been staring at her all night, Hermione's head turned and her eyes met his. It felt as if a lightening bolt had been shot through him, and he gasped quietly, his pumping becoming harder and faster at this new feeling her gaze literally aroused in him.

She looked at him oddly for a few moments, her brows creased in confusion, before she gasped lightly, her cheeks darkening in a deep blush.

Draco was confused for a moment before, with a sudden realization, he noticed that Pansy was no longer sitting in front of him; which meant that although she was a table away, she was one of the few people that would be able to see what he was doing under the table, and the only one that had actually noticed.

Somehow the fact that she could see him wanking turned him on even more, and even though she blushed, it seemed that Hermione was not going to look away. He smirked at her and continue to stroke himself with his hand, and she watched him wide eyed and red faced; she must of been aware that he had been staring at her and masturbating long before she had noticed.

The smirk fell from his face and was replaced by one of concentration as he worked himself to reach his peak, his eyes fluttering at the pleasurable sensations. His hands worked faster and faster, pumping furiously against his hard-on until with a inaudible moan, he slumped on the bench.

He felt the warm liquid empty from his cock as he came and his eyes locked on to Hermione's in some twisted kinky act as he released himself. At first she had stared at him wide eyed and embarrassed, but now as she had watched him cum, her gaze had darkened almost sensually, and if he wasn't mistaken that was desire in her eyes.

But it all must have been too much for her, for a second later she hurriedly stood from the table, sending a flustered apology to her friends before literally running from the hall.

As Draco's breathing slowed to normal and he came back to reality, his brows creased in curiosity as he watched her run from the hall. Where was she going? Perhaps she was just embarrassed and couldn't stand to be in the same room as him. But that didn't ring true to Draco. She'd watched him unabashedly- for the most part - from across the hall for at least several minutes, and held his gaze as he came.

With a wicked grin, another idea sprang to his mind. Perhaps she was ridiculously turned on, Draco thought pompously, and couldn't contain herself any longer. Maybe she had ran off to the library to finger herself at the thought of him. Draco's eyes lit up at the thought, though this too seemed like a rather wishful conclusion.

Yet, the delicious prospect of Hermione in the library was too good of an image to let go of, and Draco stood up from the table also. He made his way, much more leisurely, out of the hall, making sure it didn't look like he was following her.

As the heavy oak doors to the hall closed behind him, he turned the first corner leading to the library and suddenly, out of the shadows of an alcove, a hand grasped his sleeve.

He stumbled sideways, turning to his assailant and was met with a rather predatory grin. “I knew you would follow me.”

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Bwahahahah! I've had this sitting around for a rather long time and I decided to finish off the ending and add another chapter to the mix. Actually, the second chapter was supposed to be a continuation of this, but I got too excited to not post the first half, and too lazy to write the next bit quite yet. Sorry. I also use the words 'wanker' and 'throbbing' alot, lol.

Anyways, if the thought ever crossed your mind that Draco would be caught wanking in the Great Hall, think again. A rather crazy friend of mine used to jack himself off in the back of French class all the time, and nobody really noticed. Well I didn't, until I was told. And apparently he watched porn too, hahaha.

Anyways, till next time. R&R PLEASE!