The Ultimatum

He watched her. His cold, grey eyes steady on the back of her curly, brown head. She hadn’t noticed his intense gaze, her mind fully on the small, dusty tome in front of her. He smirked. Typical Granger, he thought to himself. Suddenly her gaze was removed from the book and rested on the parchment sitting to her left. She picked up her quill, dipped it into a pot of ink and began to scribble away across the page, taking note after note on…something. He couldn’t tell from his vantage point at the small, partially hidden nook to the side of the library.

Another hour rolled by. During this time, Draco had gotten bored of watching her and picked a random book off the nearest shelf and indulged his thought process. Wizards of the Seventeenth Century was not very entertaining, but, as luck would have it, his yawn was stifled as Hermione gathered her notes together, closed her book, and headed towards the library door.

Draco took his chance. He sauntered up to the studious little witch and blocked her path with his frame. “Hey Mudblood. Studying again, I see? You really should stop, you know. Too many books could make your brain leak from your ears, and I would have to spend a small fortune to get my shoes free of your mudblood germs.”

Hermione glared daggers at the blond Slytherin. She had to look up to him now, as he was almost a full foot taller, a position in which he knew she loathed. “Malfoy. What do you want? Just to insult me? Well, now that you’ve done that, please go away and leave me alone.” She moved to go around him, but stepped in time with her, blocking the exit once again. She moved once more and once more, Draco moved to block her. She sighed impatiently.

“Malfoy, go away!” she seethed. He chuckled at how easily she got angered. “Temper, temper, Miss Granger.” He waggled a long, pale finger at her. He glanced down at the load she was carrying. The topmost being the book she had been diligently taking notes from just moment before. He picked it off the top and held it at eye-level, smirking as he read the title.

“Give it back, Malfoy!” Hermione was red in the face as she commanded him. He noticed her embarrassment and used it to his full advantage. “Granger, you naughty minx. A book on sex charms? Is the Weasel finally going to get some?” Hermione’s face grew hotter as he teased her and he loved every minute of it.

“Malfoy…please.” Her voice was strained; her bright, brown eyes pleading with his icy grey ones. He knew she was weak. He could feel it emanating off her tiny figure. He smirked and held the little book over his head and way out of Hermione’s reach. Hermione huffed in an aggravated way and jumped up to try and reach the desired object. Her robes flounced around Draco’s legs and her hair whisked across his face like the feathers of a bird. He held the book further out of reach as Hermione’s jumps got her closer to her prize. His arm and back were strained from keeping the book out of poor Hermione’s small hands. She can jump surprisingly high for someone so short, he mused in his mind. Hermione’s jumps, while getting her closer to her book, were also getting her closer to Draco’s strained chest. The inevitable happened and Hermione’s breasts collided with Draco’s tall frame. The friction gave him a jolt. What was that? He looked at Hermione, an eyebrow raised in shock. She’s actually got something under those formless robes. Draco smirked once again at the tired, but furious girl in front of him, the idea now fully formed.

“You know what, Granger?” he brought the book down from its height and carelessly flipped through its pages, not reading, but just doing something to keep his hands occupied while he mulled. “I’m going to break you a deal.” Hermione eyed him, distrust in every inch of her face and her arms crossed in front of her chest, but she remained quiet nonetheless. Draco stopped flipping the pages and stared into her menacing eyes.

“I’ll give this back to you…” Hermione lunged for the book, but Draco’s Quidditch reflexes kicked in and he put the book out of her reach once again. “Patience, Granger. If you’re not going to listen to my idea, then we can just forget it. I’m sure the rest of the school would find this an interesting read.” His smirk grew as he saw the look of horror on her face.

“You wouldn’t.”
“Believe me, Miss Granger…I would.” His eyes were staring at her, frosty and dark. He meant what he said; Malfoys never go back on their word.

Hermione seemed to be sizing him up for a second before sighing audibly. “Fine. What were you saying?”

Draco put on an air of nonchalance. “What I was saying before I was so rudely interrupted, is that I’ll give you your precious little book back and not tell anyone about it, but you’ll have to do something for me.”

She looked scared. He could definitely tell. Good…she should be. “What’s that?” She may look scared, but her voice was harsh and slightly annoyed.

“All you have to do is kiss me.” He enjoyed watching her mouth drop open in shock.

“What?” She practically screeched it out, and in the quiet of library, her screech reverberated off the walls and making Madame Pince stare at them disapprovingly.

“So…what’ll it be? Your precious little treasure or complete humiliation?”

Hermione’s breathing got a little heavier. She stood in silence pondering the options. Her quivering bottom lip gave away her answer before she had stated it verbally.

“All right.” She said, barely above a whisper. Draco showed no emotion, but simply stated a soft “Good” before grabbing her by the arm and pulling her to a more secluded area of the library, which happened to be the reading alcove Draco had been sitting in for the past hour as he had watched Hermione study the magic of sex.

He slipped the book into the back pocket of his trousers and pulled Hermione closer to him. Her breathing was fast and apprehension was pooling in her eyes. He held both her hands tightly in his own so that she could not escape their deal, and leaned towards her. He could feel her hot breath on his face as she tentatively leaned in as well. Her lips met his softly. There was a short pause and then she pulled back, wiping her mouth.

“There. Can I have my book back now?” He stared at her, a small frown forming on his barely grazed lips.

“You call that a kiss? That was pathetic. If you truly want this book back, then you’re going to have to try harder than that.” She huffed. He smirked.

“Now, are you going to do this the right way or do I have a secret to tell?” Hermione bit her bottom lip in thought. Suddenly, her hands found the back of his head. She dragged his lips towards her own and pressed her mouth firmly onto his. Draco was taken by surprise, but he quickly realized what was happening and grabbed her by the waist. Hermione pulled back, just as quickly as the first, but Draco held on tight and jammed her lips back onto his with great force. She struggled a bit, but finally relented when she realized his grip was too strong.

Draco gently slid his hands from her waist to her arms. Releasing one of her arms, he quickly grazed his free thumb across her nipple. Hermione’s mouth opened in shock and Draco took the opportunity to slip his tongue into the warm confines of her mouth. She had begun to struggle once again, but he held on tight, his tongue wrestling fiercely with hers. He felt her relax slightly against his body. Merlin, how’d she get so good at this?

They remained this way for some time before Draco decided to see how far he could push her. Taking his hand away from her arm once again he slowly brought it up to Hermione’s robes and slid them off her shoulders without much disagreement to the idea. She brought her hand up and began running her fingers through his silvery strands of hair. Granger’s really getting into this…

Draco, having removed his robes while waiting for Hermione to leave an hour before, began skillfully undoing the buttons on his shirt. He slid it off, revealing the milky skin and wiry muscles that good genes and a lot of Quidditch had given him. He started on Hermione’s blouse but her hand retracted from his hair and held his away from her.

“Don’t,” she whispered against his mouth. He replied with a disgruntled groan. Wait…why am I acting like this? I could have almost any girl in school and I’m disappointed in not getting stupid Mudblood Granger?

The thought was unnerving, but was quickly pulled to the back of his mind as Hermione slipped her tongue back into his mouth. Another few minutes passed. Two girls had passed by the alcove, but neither had noticed what was going on inside. Draco was getting antsy. He wasn’t used to getting this into snogging and not going further. His agitation was relieved, however, when Hermione’s hands somehow found their way to the button of his trousers, slowly undoing it and sliding the zipper down as her tongue explored the regions of his mouth. What? I thought I had reached the end with snogging...interesting this one is.

He let her undo his pants and slowly inch them down his legs. He groaned as her hand grazed the bulge in his pants and he felt Hermione grin into his mouth. You really are a saucy little minx, aren’t you?

As his pants reached the hardwood floor of the alcove, Hermione broke their kiss with a deep sigh. Draco pulled away a little and cocked an eyebrow at her. She wasn’t the most beautiful person he had ever seen, but in the moment…she looked amazing. Her cheeks were flushed with heat, her hair even wilder than usual, her lips red and swollen from their intense snog session. Her eyes were bright and slightly misty and her breathing fast and irregular. It was intensely exciting for one, Draco Malfoy.

Suddenly, she dropped from his line of vision. He looked down just in time to see her analyze the ever-growing bulge in his underwear and then start to remove the offending article of clothing. She pulled down his boxers much quicker than she had his trousers and gasped as he stood there in all his glory before her.

“I’ve never seen one up close before,” she rasped out. Draco smirked. “Well, then I guess this will be grand treat for you.”

She looked up at him and smirked back. Smirking? Mudblood Granger smirking? Well, I guess odder things have happened…like this, for instance.

She didn’t say a word, but instead tentatively licked his protruding erection, sending a shudder of pleasure through his body. Deciding that the waters have been tested and deemed suitable, Hermione plunged right in. Her tongue slowly swept the head, becoming faster and faster. Draco’s heart was racing. He was having trouble keeping his groans under control in the silence of the library. He didn’t want anyone…especially vulture-like Madame Pince to stop this before he could finish.

Hermione’s tongue and lips expertly maneuvered around Draco’s erection causing muffled gasps and groans to escape his pursed lips. Hermione’s moves started taking on a new rhythm; Draco looked down to see what was different and saw Hermione kneeling on the ground, her mouth working Draco and one hand beneath her school skirt. He couldn’t see what exactly was happening, but he had a general idea and that idea got him even more aroused. A full blown moaned escaped and a loud ‘Shhhh” was heard from across the library, but it never slowed the two down.

Hermione’s grunts against Draco’s cock were creating vibrations along his shaft. His hair fell in his eyes as he thrust into the girl’s warm, wet mouth. He could feel his climax coming, and it was coming fast. Then it hit; wave after wave of excruciating pleasure ran throughout his body as he emptied his load into Hermione’s waiting mouth. He could hear her gasp as it entered her body, but she swallowed every last drop. His coming brought her to climax as he saw her shudder and shake in ecstasy. She swallowed the last of his come and licked the tip of his penis clean with her pink tongue, her used hand now hanging limp at her side as she breathed in air that she had been lacking during this whole ordeal. Draco reached down and lifted said hand to his lips and sucked on her fingers, tasting her pleasure.

He let her hand fall limp and bent down once more, only to pull up his boxers and trousers. Hermione was still panting heavily and she stood up shakily. Draco held her body still as she calmed down and noticed her juices still running down her leg. He got onto all fours and slowly lapped up the remaining liquid like a hungry dog, loving the way Hermione sighed and grabbed onto his now messy hair.

“More.” she pleaded. It was the first thing she had said in a while, and Draco was happy to obey. He lifted her rumpled skirt and slid her sopping wet panties down her legs. He didn’t even stop to look at Hermione’s brown curls, but dove right in, instantly sucking on Hermione’s swollen knob. She gasped and grabbed his hair tighter. Merlin, she tastes good.

He let his tongue sweep across her opening, thoroughly enjoying the effect he was having on her. Her panting and moaning increased to the point that Draco was afraid of being ‘Shhhhed’ again, but it never came. Only Hermione’s throaty groans reached his ears. He explored her with his adventurous tongue finally making her shudder with a mind-blowing orgasm. She fell limp onto Draco’s body, gasping like a fish out of water.

Draco gave her a final tongue bath before standing up, pulling the little book from his pocket and tossing it to her as she lay on the hardwood floors, sweat glistening off her body.

“Next week. Same time. Same place.” He smiled as he wandered out of the alcove. Not smirked but smiled.

“By the way, Granger…good job on studying something worth while for once.”