Fulfilling Requirements

A/N : Am a bit tired of reading the same things over and over again. Every time a person has consensual sex the same story structure happens. I want to see what type of sex happens in the world of Harry Potter. I'm sure its more than what we typically get. Let your imaginations go crazy.


Prologue


Hermione Granger slipped the silky Invisibility Cloak off of her lightly, sweat covered body. She was laying on her back on the top of the Hogwarts Observatory. Distant stars reflected off of the chilled cobblestone castle and onto her bare white skin. There were constellations forming in the sky every second. Ones that she would have never seen had she not been asked to attend the world's top school of Witchcraft. Despite the solar beauty, the naked student's mind was on something more complex.

She was tired of masterbating.

Since her early pubescent years, the extremely intelligent witch, had consumed her sexual desires with a candid mixture of naughty spells (sold to her by the Weasley Twins) and even forbidden potions.

The more stress she endured, the more trips she found herself making to the rooftops, Room of Requirement, or hidden alleys in the local library. Her best friend, Harry Potter, was completely unaware of her true usage of his secret Invisibility Cloak. All of the times she kindly handed it back to him, he merely thought she had read more about the lavashingly boring history of ancient wizards.

As the stress of the Dark Lord began to affect her and her friends, the more trips she was making borrowing the paper thin cloak for her personal usage.

Finding ways to have an orgasm had never been hard. Of their many talents, Witches and Wizard's were able to prolong and intensify the feel of a 'muggle orgasm'. Hermione remembered hearing the sleepover stories about her fellow classmates having day long masterbation sessions with certain Joke Shop toys. Had she had the time, Hermione would have died to try.

Yet, the tight-assed (both physically and socially) student, was out of luck from replicating the greatest sensation her bare pussy had ever felt. One that everything she gave herself couldn't recreate. It came to her in a dream.

Like many witches, Hermione's first fantasies were of Wizard celebrities. Sometimes she would collage her mind facing back and forth between the attractive men that gave her goosebumps to look and listen to. But those years slowly faded into darker regions. The more risk involved in her daydreams, the more powerful the orgasm to be.

Seducing wizard's like Sirius Black began the phase. Even the not-so-conventionally handsome Professor Snape, negotiating terms of dentention were able to help her achieve pleasures that she couldn't imagine. In those moments Hermione Granger wanted to be a bad little girl with naughty intentions. She wanted control. She wanted to be control. She enjoyed the idea of getting off on the cock of something so wrong. Feeling it explode in her pussy.

That is why the night before her toughest exam of her 6th year, the dream that came to her was not as much of a shock one would think. She was wearing the sexy pink baby doll and matching stockings she had seen in one of the porno mags she accidently found under Harry's bed one evening. She felt wet just looking at herself in the mirror.

Her location was in the Gryfindor Commons, where she and her best friends spent many hours. Only the entire room was to herself. Walking over to the lit fireplace she felt a presence in the room. It was four feet away from her. Sitting in the couch, looking at the burning flames.

Walking over, she saw the face of her newest seduction.

"Granger. What the bloody hell are you doing?"

It was Draco Malfoy. Wearing his regular school robes. Hands on his knees. His eyes, engaging the gliter covered incline of her round tits.

"You're in a room for Gryfindors only, Draco. And I'm the Head Girl."

"Really think you can do anything about it in your pajammas, filthy mudblood."

"You always use that name. Filthy. Filthy. Filthy. But you haven't seen me do anything filthy Draco."

She slowly lifted up her lingerie, to the tip of her belly. There she gave him a view of her cleanly shaven pussy. And rubbed it for him. Letting him know that she got off to his arrogance. His ignorance. Everything dark about him.

"Why don't the Drago and Lion mingle for once, Draco" She said, lifting her leg above him. Riding his thigh with her tight, virgin pussy. Giving a gulp, Draco watched her take his hand and slide it over her stocking and onto her smooth, bare ass.

Wasting no time, she avoided unfastening his belt and went straight to his long hard cock. Like a slight hiccup, the feel of getting Draco Malfoy hard, juiced her vagina so fast that foreplay was not necessary - but could not be tolerated.

The feel of him licking her tits. Squeezing her ass. Feeling the detail of his balls slap against the lower edges of her womb. The flashes of them, mortal enemies, becoming one single entity - claiming each other as their own, not out of love but pure lust. All of it caused her to wake up, alone, in her bed begging for that feeling.

That night - Unsure of how to re-act, Hermione's mind was no longer rational. She slipped into the only lingerie she had (a thin baby blue bra and thong that Ginny Weasley gave her has almost a gag gift) and put together a halter top and her favorite pair of jeans.

Despite it being 3 AM. She was going to re-live the dream. Draco Malfoy was going to deflower her innocence once and for all. The thoughts of her having to act akward around one of her darkest, most wonderful fantasy for the rest of the school year would be unbareable for the most strong willed Wizard.

Malfoy was known for staying up late in the Slytherin Commons. Usually drinking firewhisky with what few cronies he had with him. She entered the room and found it to be dark. Feeling partially denied, Hermione was going to make her way to the library to finger herself and go back to sleep. However, she heard a creak from above. There were voices. A girl's voice from the boy's floor. That was Draco's room.

She saw a body slide through the door. Hoping that it was Draco. She was shocked to see that it was of Cho Chang. Harry's old fling.

Cho's hair was nappy on the left side and she appeared to be sliding on a sexy boot back on when she made eye contact with Hermione. Granger was shocked that she didn't scream.
Trying to regain composure, Cho wrapped her silken robe over her pert naked tits.

"Hermione...I'm...sorry...I was just." It was impossible for her to not look like a whore in the situation.

An unexpected rush of jealousy flooded the chest of Hermione. Cho had been given a bad reputation by fellow classmates after she dated Harry after the death of her boyfriend, Cedric. Despite that, the most gossip of her and Harry's shaky relationship involved a quick blowjob after a bet Harry made involving the winner of Gryfindor and Ravenclaw. Word's about any sexual relationship with the Boy-Who-Lived would fly around the Wizarding World (not to mention Hogwarts) as fast as one could say Leviosa - so Hermione was sure that she was still a virgin as of last month.

Cho's eyes looked deeply into the distracted Hermione's. At the bottom of the staircase, Hermione read Cho's reaction. Some part of Cho was hoping that Hermione wouldn't tell her best friend in the world.

"Cho, how long have you been doing this?" the words escaped Hermione's mouth.

"Two months." Cho whispered, looking up at Draco's room.

"But you were with Harry then." Hermione snapped.

"I know, Hermione. I knew it was wrong. I still feel guilty."

"Why would you do such a thing? With Malfoy of all people."

"I had been wanting to ' lose it' with Harry for months. I was nervous about everything. Harry and I had only tried...well, I had only given Harry a blowjob and it really wasn't anything special. So then I go to the pub with Lavender and the Patil twins and it's revealed to everyone that they had lost theirs to Draco."

Hermione knew that Pansy Parkinson had dated Draco for some time. It would have been a shock if they hadn't fucked each others brains out since the first time they dated. But it was a bit shocking that he had mingled with non-slytherins.

"I can't even believe I'm telling you this. But I had only wanted to flirt and tease myself with the idea of being with him. But that night he invited me to his room after I sat by him during lunch. I won't lie, he was more than anyone ever described. I can't believe I'm even telling you this...but he fucked my brains out, Hermione. He made me feel like a woman. Harry would make out with me and all I could think about was how Draco did everything better. I know it doesn't make it right. But it's through now."

"I don't believe you, Cho." Hermione said with stern look.

"Don't believe it. But he told me its done."

"Why is that."

"He said he needs someone who can challenge every move he makes. That I was boring him in the bedroom."

Cho looked like she was on the verge of tears. Hermione could only think about how much longer she'd have to fake console Cho before marching up to Draco's bed and giving him the ride that she had been waiting for (and apparently him).

"I just wish..." Cho had continued to cry. "That I had the experience to give him what I love to get from him."

The words sank into Hermione's head. She wasn't the typical witch waiting to be fucked. She wanted to fuck Draco's brains out as much as she wanted hers to be countered. The only images of having sex with him that came to her mind were the boring positions that she read about in muggle sexual education.

After walking the disturbed Cho back to her room and only giving her "a warning" Hermione laid in bed constructing a plan.

She was going to have to get a crash coarse in sex. She had only snogged two boys in her life prior to that. Writing a mental list in her head she smiled.

1) She would have to get broken in. Knowing what makes her feel good would only help her get Draco off.
2) She would have to learn how to pleasure a man without using her tight cunt. Not just foreplay, but ways to make him want her multiple times in one setting
3) She would need to know what Draco's darkest fantasy was
4) She would need to get him alone, for one full night

Thinking back to the first, Hermione sighed. When she was little her virginity meant so much to her. It was something given out in almost fairy tale form. Now she just had to think of who she wanted to lose it to.

Ron Weasley popped into her head immediatley. But Ron was an inexperienced boy. She enjoyed their banter and his sweet heartedness romantics, but having Ron make her feel like a bad little girl seemed a bit weird. Ron had brothers, but they were goofier than he was. Boyfriend material, sure, but she didn't want to cuddle and laugh.

As if it were long forgotton, Hermione bit down on her lip. Viktor Krum. Krum was perfect. He had longed for the chance to fuck her since the Yule Ball. Fucking Krum was something any girl would be stupid not to do. He was built like a Roman God and would follow her every command. He even went on a rampage after their first stint at dating failed, fucking two Veelas at once. Viktor was just too nice on the interior and dumb as a rock. But he was loyal. She would give him the thing he wanted most in the world and he would return the favor by teaching her everything she wanted to learn.