Staring Problem

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"I shouldn't be doing this. What am I thinking? Oh, Merlin, if Harry and Ron only knew what I really went to the library for. Of course, Ronald is so thick that he barely notices me at all, except when he needs answers to his homework," Hermione Granger muttered to herself as she walked swiftly down the corridors of Hogwarts, her signature bushy mane flying behind her. She glanced down at her watch and quickened her pace, her plain Mary Janes creating a tapping sound on the stone.


Five minutes later, she arrived at her destination. Breathing rather heavily, she placed a hand on her flushed cheek and ran her free hand through her defiant mane. Her eyes assessed the room, searching the tables for the one face who would not leave her mind. Finding it, she narrowed her eyes and looked him up and down, trying to figure out just what it was that made him so irresistable to her. Well, Hermione, think logically. He has beautiful eyes, not quite grey, yet not blue. His platimum hair should look utterly ridiculous but somehow he makes it work, especially when it falls ever so gracefully into his eyes. And those lips. Sweet Merlin, those lips. Full and pink, hiding even, white teeth and that tongue, she thought to herself.

It really was that tongue that started this whole ordeal. That and her staring problem. It was about three weeks ago and Hermione had been sitting in Advanced Potions, comfortably lounging after finishing a surprise quiz on the effects of boomslang mixed with various substances, when her golden eyes fell upon Malfoy. Her nose wrinkled in disgust and she wondered how he lived with himself, after trying to kill Dumbledore and being such a prat all the time. Just when she was really getting into the tirade going on in her mind, she saw it. The bubblegum pink tongue swipe slowly across his full bottom lip before retreating back into his mouth. Her breath quickened and she unconciously leaned forward slightly to get a better view. He then brought his quill up to his mouth and licked the end, teasing it and ever so slightly flicking it. The end found its way into his mouth and he began to suckle on it gently, before gently withdrawing it with a final swirl of his tongue around the edge. How in the world did he manage to sneek a sugar quill into Snape's class? Oh, yeah, he's Snape's favorite. Stupid git. By this time, Hermione knew she was aroused, her breasts heaving as she panted silently, her face flushed, and her legs rubbing together trying to create some friction to ease the ache in her groin. Draco yet again licked his lips, this time gliding over the top and bottom and Hermione let out a small moan before she could stop herself. She glanced around, hoping no one had heard and sighed when nobody looked at her. Turning back towards Malfoy, she returned her eyes to his lips only to notice that they were curled up in a smirk. Closing her eyes, she opened them only to discover him staring directly into them. She flushed and paused, embarressed, no, mortified, at being caught. Please, please don't let him know that I was watching, please, she prayed to herself. He stared for a minute, silently appraising her appearance before raising an eyebrow and turning his attention back to his parchment.


From that moment, she could not escape from the sight of that oh so appealing tongue. Everytime she saw him, he was doing something incredibly simple yet erotic with it. In the Great Hall, licking chocolate off his fingers or in the corridors licking his lips to keep them from chafing. Or in class, when he concentrated and just the tip stuck out one corner of his mouth. I'm going crazy, he's the enemy! I cannot fantasize about the enemy. But these thoughts did not stop Hermione. In fact, they made Malfoy that much more desirable. That's when she began to watch him in the library. Every night, Hermione Granger would retreat to the library at approximately eight o'clock, when Draco Malfoy was there. The library closed at nine and being a prefect Malfoy and she were allowed to stay. She chose the same table, one directly across from his and spread out her many books, so nobody would notice her staring at something far more enticing. Tonight was no exception. Hermione spread out her books and quickly commenced in staring at Draco, most especially his mouth, waiting for that tongue to make an appearance. She was not disappointed. Soon, the pink tip was sticking slighty out the side of his mouth, sometimes running slowly along his bottom lip. Or he nibbled slightly on the end of his quill, his perfect teeth making her think dirty thoughts of where else that tongue and those teeth could be. Dreamily, she sighed before glancing up only to meet Draco's silver eyes for a second time. Shit, what do I do? Act natural. Breathe, say something!

"Staring problem, Malfoy?" she inquired.
"I could say the same for you, Granger, seeing as you are the one who has taken to watching me," he replied haughtily, narrowing his eyes and smirking when she flushed slightly. "Come now, don't deny it, Granger. I'm not blind."
"I-I-I don't know what you're talking about!" she spat, avoiding eye contact. When she was not granted with a reply, she looked up at a rustle of movement, only to find that Draco had moved into the seat at her table, directly across from hers.
"Hmm, what exactly were you looking at, I wonder?" His eyes glinted mischeiviously, and Hermione vaguely wondered if he had purposely teased her the entire time.
"I was wondering if it was hard to keep up with being such a ponce, and if you really take two hours to get ready in the mornings, like I've heard," snapped Hermione, trying and failing to regain control. Draco merely appraised her, his eyes moving searchingly over her face. Her face was still somewhat flushed and her eyes glinted, with...desire? Lust? Draco hardly knew but he fully intended to find out. With that thought, he ever so slowly slid is his tongue accross his bottom lip. His smirk grew almost too large for his face when he watched Hermione glance down at the action, and look back up at him with dilated pupils. So, the Mudblood isn't as innocent as everyone thinks. She looks pretty enticing, if only her hair wasn't so fucking big. I suppose it does bring a certain appeal to her. Draco broke away from his thoughts when he realized the direction they were heading and turned his attention back to Hermione.

Hermione didn't know what to do with herself. Should I run? Slap him? Wait, he hasn't really done anything, I can't slap him. Run? Yeah, run. Just when she decided on a choice of action, there was a pressure on her left ankle. The action was repeated, moving higher and higher up her leg and it wasn't until it reached nearly mid thigh that she figured out what it was. Startled, she stared at Malfoy, who was smirking at her evilly. Then, it happened. The toe of his shoe met her underwear and gently pushed. Without realizing it, her hips bucked into the touch and a small moan escaped from her parted lips.
"Malfoy..." she gasped, shaking her head a little to clear it.
"Granger, I was wondering if you could help me find a book. It has been alluding me for quite some time now, " Malfoy stated with a wink. He swiftly got up, and with one hungry glance of his shoulder he disappeared between the shelves. Did Draco Malfoy just come on to me and invite me to go fool around? He hates me. Well, I'm supposed to hate him too, aren't I? Hermione quickly glanced around and, when nobody proved to be looking, followed Malfoy deep into the library. She walked between shelves and tables, looking left and right.
"Malfoy," she hissed. "Where are you? Oh, I'm gonna kill you for this, you foul, loaths-Ah!" Hermione gasped and strong hands grasped her upper arms and pushed her rather forcefully into a bookshelf.
"Now, now Granger. No insulting the man who is about to ravish you." Malfoy sneered and before she could reply pushed his lips down onto hers. She wound her hands in his silky hair and pulled his head closer. In response, he slipped that tongue of his inside her mouth and she moaned loudly, pushing her breasts against his chest, trying to mold herself to him. He grasped her hips and pulled them to meet his, and she felt his straining erection against her stomach. His tongue was working wonders in her mouth, dominating hers and running along her teeth. Pulling back slightly, he bit her lip slightly hard before sucking and nibbling on it as if in apology. Before she could do more than gasp, he had moved on to her neck, his hand burried in her hair and pulling her head sharply to the side for better access. All Hermione could do was hold on and moan. She pushed her hips against his sharply when he suckled on the tender point behind her ear. He groaned into her ear, breathing heavily and causing shivers to run down her spine.
"I wouldn't do that, if I were you, Granger. Wouldn't want me to lose control and fuck you right here, would you?" he drawled. Hermione didn't answer for her mind was still on the word "fuck" and how it sounded so dirty and so hot coming out of his mouth.
"Say it again, Malfoy," she gasped out, bunching the bottom of his shirt in her small hands and pulling it up and over.
"Say it...please, " she repeated, her hands now mapping out the sleek muscles of Draco's torso.
"Say what, exactly?" he replied, goosebumps breaking out over his skin. "That you shouldn't do that?" He bit his lip when he felt her teeth drag across he collar bone and her tongue slid across his skin to his ear. Biting gently on the lobe, she breathed warm air into his ear.
"No, that you want to...you know.....me," she pulled back and looked at him, cocking her head to the side, hoping he understood. Draco stared back and then a slow smile spread across his face. So she likes dirty talk, eh? One of my many talents.
"Oh, you want me to say fuck again, don't you?" he grinned and pushed his taut body hard against hers. "You want me to tell you how much I want to bury my cock inside that tight pussy of yours and fuck you until you scream my name. The name of the enemy. Or would you rather have my tongue buried inside you, since you seem to be so interested in that? You want me to tongue fuck you so hard that you can't help but come in my mouth. Don't you? Tell me, Granger. Tell me what you want." It took all the willpower Hermione possessed to say yes, especially when he punctuated each "fuck" with a powerful thrust of his hips and his fingers had found her sensitive nipples and were pinching and twisting them.
"Yes, please, I need...I need...Oh Merlin!" she gasped out and she took matters into her own hands by taking off her shirt and bra. Reaching around to unzip her skirt, she was stopped by Malfoy's hands pushing hers away.
"Leave it on, I like it," he smirked at her before dropping to his knees before her.Hermione's heart pounded in her chest as his fingers lightly tickled her legs, reaching up to pull her lacy white panties down.
"Lace, Granger? Very nice, I pictured you more as a cotton girl, but of course they are still white." he smirked. "Now, pull that skirt of yours up and hold it, so I can show you how talented my tongue really is. You'll be dreaming of my tongue inside you after this; you'll be desperate for my face buried between your thighs." With that said, he spread her lips with his thumb and forefinger and inhaled. Gently, he ran his tongue up her slit in one smooth lick. "You're so fucking wet, Granger. So ready for me. And you smell so fucking good. I can't wait to taste you." Draco started lapping at her, long strokes of his tongue before focusing on her clit. He pulled the tiny bud into his mouth and sucked. Hermione nearly screamed, and wound her fingers into his hair, pulling his face hard into her pussy. His tongue slid down to her entrance and pushed in, testing her reaction. Her back arched and her nails dug into his scalp.
"Please, oh Malfoy, please!" she whispered and ground herself into his face. He chuckled, which sent pleasant vibrations through her and she moaned again. She felt his tongue slide into her hole, deeper this time and start to move, pumping wildly in and out of her until she was bucking against his face. He then pushed three fingers into her and moved his mouth back to her clit, nibbling lightly and flicking his tongue across it. With his fingers pumping hard and fast, he pulled his mouth away and looked up at her, smirking when he saw her panting wildly and gazing down at him with near black eyes.
"This is what you wanted, what you needed, isn't it, Granger? Me finger fucking you, my mouth on your pussy, making you cum. That's it, Granger, you're close. Cum for me." He attached his lips around her clit again, flicking his tongue as fast as he could across it and at the same time, curled his fingers and rubbed that spot inside her. She exploded, her back arching off the bookshelf, her head thrown back as she screamed.
"Draco, fuck!" she gasped out, her fingers tugging his hair, alternately trying to pull him away and push him closer. He hungrily withdrew his fingers and lapped at her juices, only pulling away after he was sure she had come down from her orgasm. Standing, he took in her appearance. Her hair was wild, sticking to her neck in sweaty strands and flowing across her breasts. Swollen, red lips were parted and her eyes were lidded with completion. She's definitely not bad for a Mudblood. Hell, for any girl. Her dark eyes met his before glancing down at his lips again.
"You have a beautiful mouth, did you know that? Why do you think I stared so much? Your tongue was driving me crazy." she stated as she gently traced his lips with her fingertips. His tongue darted out to lick at her fingertips and he sucked one gently into his mouth, and bit down. Hard.
"Owwww! What the hell are you playing at, Malfoy?!" she exclaimed trying to push him away.
"Careful, Granger. Don't mess up a good thing by falling in love with me. Besides, I thought you were calling me Draco now, or is that just when I make you cum?" Grinning evilly, he kissed her, slipping his tongue in her mouth before she could protest. She tasted herself on him and couldn't help but be a little turned on by it.
"Will you...That is, would it be possible for you to...Well, what I'm trying to say is..." she sighed and looked at him trying to force herself to say the word.
"Go on, Granger, say it. It's too late for you to be shy," he joked, while lightly caressing her breasts again, pushing them together before moving on to her sensitive nipples. "Go on, I'm waiting, " he whispered into her neck while biting down slightly on her pulse point.
"Will you...fuck me?" she whispered, averting her gaze so she didn't have to see the triumphant smirk plastered across his face.
"That depends...Do you know how this works?" he asked, laughing a little when she narrowed her eyes and glared.
"Just because I'm not a slut like you, doesn't mean I don't know what I'm doing. If you must know, I'm not a virgin and no, I won't tell you who it was with so lets just move on, shall we?" she spat out before grabbing him and for once silencing him before he could speak. Draco wasted no time, grabbing under her thighs and lifting her up so she was aligned with his pelvis. He thrust against her bare pussy and was rewarded with a gasp. Struggling to hold her with one hand, he finally manage to get his pants undone and let them fall around his ankles. He gasped when Hermione stroked him through his boxers, teasingly running her fingertips up and down his shaft. She pushed herself out of his hold and grabbed him by the shoulders, somehow managing to spin them around so his back was against the shelf.
"Granger, what the fuck are you doing? You just asked me to fuck you and right when I'm about to, you pull this shit." Draco snarled, glaring at her through silver eyes. Raising an eyebrow, she ran her hands along his defined stomach, teasingly dipping her fingers under the waistband of his boxers, before pulling them down. His erection sprang free, precum glistening on the tip. Slowly, she sank down to her knees and smirked up at him before she grabbed him firmly and licked the head of his cock. Then, she sucked him into her mouth, bobbing her head up and down slowly and swirling her tongue around his shaft. He gritted his and continued watching her through narrowed eyes. Hermione looked up through her lashes and began to double her efforts, sucking harder than before and circling her tongue against the sensitive vein on the underside. Suddenly, he grabbed her by the hair and pulled her into a standing position. Kicking off his boxers he pushed her towards a table.
"Ow, Malfoy, let go! What are you doing?" she gasped out, pulling on the hands buried in her hair. He spun her around and pushed her over the table, forcing her to lie down, her legs still on the ground and her face turned sideways to look at him.
"Granger, I'm going to fuck you. Hard. You need to learn the consequences of your actions. I warned you I could lose control." With that said he pushed one knee between her legs, forcing them to open wider. "Now I'm going to show you what it really means to be fucked, something that other bloke knows absolutely nothing about. I'm going to ruin you for all other men, Granger. No one will fuck you like I do," Malfoy leaned over her to snarl in her ear, his breathing hot against her neck, making her shudder. Draco paused for a second to take in the once in a lifetime view of Hermione Granger. Her hang was curling wildly sticking slightly to the sweat on the back of her neck. Her golden eyes glittered in the dim light of the library and her plaid school skirt was flipped up exposing her curvy, plump behind.
"You'll compare everyone to me after this. No man will be able to make you cum like me." With that said, Malfoy teasingly ran his cock over her pussy lips, spreading the juices he found there. "Tell me you want this. Tell me you want me to fuck you so hard you won't be able to walk straight tomorrow. Say it, Granger!"
Hermione gasped, trying to push her hips back onto his cock, hoping it would slip inside her and make the ache go away. "Malfoy, please."
"And say my name too, Hermione, because you'll be screaming it soon enough," he drawled sliding his hands over her hips and around to gently stroke her clit.
"Fine, Draco...f-fuck me...please," she manage to get out and with that sentence, Malfoy shoved his cock in to the hilt, causing her to let out a low, drawn out moan. Slowly, he pulled himself almost all the way out before shoving himself right back in. His pace began to pick up and soon he was slamming into her pussy.
"Is this what you wanted, Granger? My cock balls deep inside you, hitting just the right spot?" He grabbed her hair and pulled her head back making Hermione squeak. Her pussy clenched tightly around his shaft. "You like it rough, don't you? Bet the Weasle doesn't know that. Bet he doesn't know you like your enemy fucking you until you can't move." He pulled her hair again before lifting one of her legs up to rest the knee on the table. Hermione whimpered loudly, the position causing Draco to go as deep as he could, hitting just the right spot. He grunted and pushed himself harder into her. Faster and faster he thrust his cock into her, hitting her cervix and bottoming out. Soon, he could feel her start to tighten around him and he reached around to slide his fingers through her sopping pussy and rub her clit. Hermione screamed and started pushing back against him, back arched, her hair still in his grasp.
"Cum for me, I want your pussy squeezing my cock," he moaned into her ear before roughly pushing his cock harder inside her, thrusting fast his hips slapping against her ass. "Oh, Merlin! Fuck, I'm coming!" she moaned out. Her back arched and she screamed when his fingers and cock and doubled their efforts. Malfoy felt her pussy convulsing around him and his thrusts became erratic. Growling low in his throat he grabbed her hips and pulled her back against his cock one, two, three times before moaning low in his throat and coming deep inside her. Pulling out, he muttered a cleaning charm for both of them before beginning to pull his clothes back over his sweaty skin. Hermione lay there in a daze, still panting. She sat up as Malfoy pulled his shirt on, leaving it unbottoned and exposing his defined abs.
"Hasn't anyone ever told you it's impolite to stare? Next time, you're getting punished." With his signature smirk and wink, Draco Malfoy walked away, leaving Hermione Granger completely satisfied and completely ruined. Damn, he was right. No other guy will be able to do that.
"Oh, Draco?" she called. Pausing, he looked over his shoulder at a shirtless Hermione sitting on the table they had just fucked on.
"Yes, Hermione?"
"I know it's impolite, but I really don't give a damn."