Dramione

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::Fiery OneShot::



Draco
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I sighed as I finally decided to get out of bed. It should be late enough now that I could begin getting ready for class. It was the first day back at Hogwarts and I was finally Head Boy. I was overwhelmed with the prospects being Head Boy would offer me. I had always been ambitious, no matter whom I had to step on. However, Dumbledore trusting me with the Head Boy appointment was the best reward I could have received for switching sides and helping them win the war. But all of this had nothing to do with why I had been so restless my first night back at Hogwarts.

The very minute the elation from the letter wore off, I realized that with Head Boy… would come a Head Girl. There was no doubt in my mind who that would be, and even though Hermione Granger and I had worked together to bring down the Dark Lord, we hadn’t really struck up a friendship either. We were socially genial with each other… to say the most. And to make matters worse, as of last year, the Head Boy and Girl would share their own dormitory to promote inter-house unity. They even held the prefect meetings in their shared common room. Somehow we would have to learn to coexist with each other.

I dragged myself out of bed, wincing slightly as my bare feet hit the cold wooden floor. An involuntary shiver later and I was yawning my way into the large bathroom the Head’s shared. It was empty and I was relieved to find it so. I sighed again and splashed some water on my face. I was just about to slide my drawstring pants off and hop into the shower when I heard an all too familiar scream come from the other room. I hadn’t fought alongside Granger for long in the battle, but I recognized her scream like it came from my best friend. I quickly crossed the tile in three long strides to her rescue, haphazardly throwing her bedroom door open. At that very moment, I blushed fiercely and then all of the blood drained from my face completely. I immediately realized I was the one that needed to be rescued.

There she lay on her bed, completely alone and completely oblivious to the fact that I had just burst in her room. Her eyes were shut, her chest heaving and flushed under the thin white tank top that failed to conceal her taut red nipples. Her right hand wasn’t visible beneath the sheets but I could see her fingers were frantic between her legs. Before the shock wore off she was gasping and screaming, her back arched with the orgasm that rocked her body.

I barely managed to gather myself and quietly shut the door before she realized I was there. On the other side of the door, I leaned against the bathroom wall and gasped for breath myself. I think I forgot to breathe from the moment I burst through Granger’s door. I was utterly surprised. When had the know-it-all bookworm suddenly become such a sexual vixen? She didn’t look new to the concept.

Still in shock, I went to get in the shower. What wasn’t shocking, however, was that I had a raging hard-on to take care of. I considered just taking a cold shower, but I left the water warm and wrapped my hand around my hard cock. What the hell. It might help with the tension that would be even thicker between us… at least on my part. I came within a minute with the picture of Granger masturbating fresh in my mind.

Even after dinner, on my way to the library, my brain couldn’t let go of that image. And even worse, I had a million questions burning to be answered. But essentially, they all added up to me questioning Granger’s innocence… which in turn questioned my sanity. Why the hell was I so preoccupied with this? I’ve been with girls before. Probably more girls than any other guy in the school. What was so different about Granger? I finally managed to convince myself that I was being ridiculous and proceeded to push all thoughts of Granger out of my head as I entered the quiet library. I walked towards the back, even though it was deserted except a couple eager first years, and sat at a slightly hidden table.

Not five minutes later did all hope of keeping her out of my head die as Granger walked past me and sat at a table diagonally across the room, but with her back to me. (I don’t think she noticed me in this dark corner). Just seeing her in that flared, little skirt had my cock stirring in my pants. Think, Draco. Think… mountains… snow… snow-cone… ice cream… chocolate… chocolate sauce spread all over her body for me to lick— god! No! Snow… ice… frigid, cold showers…

I had no idea why I was reacting to her so. She was Hermione Granger! Friend of Harry Potter, know-it-all extraordinaire, completely insufferable Granger!
I was thrown from my thoughts however, as Granger wiggled a bit in her seat. My eyes roamed over her body. She had blossomed magnificently over the summer. It seemed she had even learned a hair relaxer charm, for her hair laid smoothly down over her shoulders in a cascade of soft honey brown curls. Her face no longer showed any signs of baby fat and clearly showed off her wonderful cheekbones and eyes. Her eyes! Holy fuck. When she had smiled and greeted me last night, I couldn’t actually speak for a moment. Her eyes twinkled with purity and innocence, but there was something more… something I couldn’t quite place… until now.

Ever since this morning, I had begun to see what I’d missed in her eyes, an inner temptress. Something I doubted anyone but I knew about. My eyes slid down her slender frame, hesitating briefly on her well-endowed breasts, and continued down to her legs. If ever I had seen thighs look more tempting, I must’ve been dreaming.
She wiggled in her chair again and I was thrown back into reality. Wait, did she just moan? Oh my god! She’s masturbating in the library! This can’t be happening to me twice in one day…

Hermione
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I wiggled in my seat and bit down on my lip, holding back the sounds I so wanted to make. I had been antsy to get off all day, ever since Draco Malfoy had caught me masturbating that morning. I had heard the door open and close but I was so close to orgasm I couldn’t stop. The thought of his eyes on me while I invaded my body with my own hand was disturbingly hot and pushed me over the edge.

When he left the room and got into the shower, I opened the bathroom door to hear his small grunts and finally his climax. I knew it was because of me and my pussy was flooded at the thought.

I walked around all day like that. Do you know how frustrating that is? I hadn’t any time to go relieve myself until after dinner. I ate quickly and left for the library. It was dangerous to walk around all day with a dripping cunt. At least I had have privacy in the library; no one went there the first day back. When I reached the library, it appeared empty so, I made a beeline for the back and took a seat. I pulled out my books and notes and leaned over them to make it seem as though I were working, just in case Madam Pince decided to make a late night round. Slyly, I quickly slid my hand underneath the right side of my skirt, giving into one of my greatest pleasures: masturbating in public.
I circled the sensitive nub over and over before lightly brushing over it with my middle finger. I bucked lightly and ground into my hand.

After gaining control again, I started to rub, roll and flick the tender little bud. Briefly glancing around in front of me, I didn’t see anyone… and decided to take the plunge. I slid two of my extremely well-coated fingers down to delve into the pit of my sex, letting out a light moan…


Draco
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I couldn’t believe my eyes. Twice in one day I was like a deer caught in the headlights. Hermione Granger was in front of me, once more, masturbating. In the library of all places! (Mind you, I was the only one in sight).

However, after the initial shock wore off, I found myself leaning back in my chair roughly groping my hard (again) cock through my trousers. I looked around to make sure I could not be seen either and swiftly unzipped my pants. The extent of my manhood quickly in my hands, I continued to watch Granger finger herself, my arousal almost unbearable…


Hermione
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I was so close. I wanted to be able to buck wildly and scream when my orgasm came, so I quickly looked all around me to be sure I was alone. I turned around and found a surprising but most arousing sight. Draco Malfoy sat at a table not too far from me, fisting his penis furiously with his eyes scrunched up in ecstasy. Watching Malfoy come threw me into my own orgasm, bucking my hips forward and letting out a few muffled, but loud moans. The orgasm racked through me and it was like none I had experienced before. My hand was soaked...

Once I had reclaimed my breath and a steady heartbeat, I turned around in my seat to find myself alone in the library...


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