Author's Note: Hi all! So this is my new story,hope you all like it! The story is betaed by rynstar15, who once again did a wonderful job! Thanks dear...So on with the story, please review.x0x0
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Midnight Snack

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Draco Malfoy, Head Boy of Hogwarts, was lying in his bed at 11 o’clock Friday night feeling like he might burst from waiting until 11:30. He did not know what else to do than to think. His day was flashing before his eyes.
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He woke up the morning like any other day. A glorious erection standing proudly in his boxers implied that he had had one wild dream. Draco pushed away the bed covers, stood up and stretched his stiff muscles. Draco walked to the bathroom adjoined to his bedroom. He opened the white door, marked with a silver snake symbol, showing the Slytherin pride. Closing the door behind him, he thought: Being Head Boy do have its benefits He smirked inwardly and he walked further in the room, still marveling at the beautiful white and blue bathroom that he shared with the Head Girl. The light streamed through the windows, showing what a sunny day was awaiting him.


He went to start the shower, changing the faucets to the temperature he preferred. Shoving his black boxer shorts down from his hips, he stepped out of them. Picking up the boxers, Draco tossed them into the laundry basket behind the door. Stepping inside the shower, Draco experienced what heaven must feel like; water beating down on him, making his stressed muscles relax. While he savored the water, he still had a ‘small’ problem to take care of.


Taking his aroused cock in his hand, he started to stroke himself in a lazy rhythm. His mind wandered to his favorite masturbation material….


Hermione Granger, the Head Girl.


Giving Granger the Head Girl title against his own was the best damn thing that Headmaster Dumbledore ever did thought Draco not for the first time, his hand lazily stroking his cock.


Hermione Granger had grown into a very sexy young woman. Although short and petite, Hermione had strength and honor that would make any tall and confident man question his own sex. Her wild mane of hair had transformed into luscious curls of golden brown. Her eyes had a chocolate color, light brown and twinkling when she smiled. Her body had grown too. Plump breasts, wide hips and a small tummy made Draco moan at the thought. Living with Granger gave him an opportunity to see her body in various Muggle clothing and sometimes when they collided, he felt her delicious curves against him, fitting against his like a perfect puzzle piece.


Stroking his cock a bit harder Draco’s thoughts flashed behind his closed eyes. Oh how he desired to see how her mouth would devour his cock. Stroking himself harder and faster, he thought of bending her over, licking her pussy from behind. He thought how he would die a happy man by sticking his hand up a skirt in the middle of Potions, fingering her tight pussy. Making her scream his name. The thought of seeing her come apart from the ministrations of his fingers and tongue, sent Draco to orgasm. His cock twitched, semen shooting out onto the titles in front of him.


Feeling the strain after that powerful orgasm, Draco leaned forward on his arms against the tiles, relaxed after he had experienced his orgasm. Taking the soap from the hatchet before him, he started washing his rock hard body that had developed into fragments of muscle. Soaping up his body, his thoughts flashed again through conversations he had with himself before.


If someone told him a year ago that he would be masturbating at the thought of Granger, he would have laughed the person off and sent him to the mental ward at St. Mungo’s. However, people change Draco reminded him. Wars change your outlook on life.


After that fateful night on the Astronomy Tower, Draco took Dumbledore’s offer for protection for himself and his family. Having stayed at the Order of the Phoenix’s headquarters, in close living quarters with Potter, the Weasleys and Granger made Draco change his outlook on life. Draco and the Golden Trio had to endure the presence of each other, so that gave them a lot of time to sort out their feelings and hate towards each other. After many hexes and Voldermort’s death, they all became friends much to the surprised faces of their peers when they came back to Hogwarts. They all have at least one thing in common: pain and sadness, and that was how their friendship with each other were built. Going through a war, seeing friends and family die right before your eyes, makes you change those petty things in life like rivalry.


Draco and Hermione became so fast friends that it made Head duties so much easier at Hogwarts. They could live in peace in their own dormitory and share study dates. They had more in common with each other than Draco had with Harry and Ron. Both of them had talked out their problems and hate that had built after the past 6 years, making a new start with each other. One day Draco started to flirt with Hermione, although they were friends. After the shock that Hermione did not hex him for it, the flirting became more frequent between them


Finishing his shower, Draco went back into his room and got dressed into his school clothes.
At least it is Friday he thought, he thought, smiling, feeling glad that the week went by quickly.


After he was done, he went down the stairs to the common room. The common room was one of the coziest places Draco ever had been in. The room was decorated in light yellows and greens, giving the room an aura of calm. Stepping down the landing with his satchel in his hand, Draco put it down softly on the carpet. Seeing Hermione bending over, before him, to reach something on the floor, reminded Draco of what just transpired in the bathroom earlier.


Not wearing her robes, Hermione’s school skirt had clung to her curvy body, the skirt dangerously high up on her thighs. Her legs were covered in grey school socks, giving a peak of the soft skin behind her knees. Feeling his cock twitch again, Draco smiled and walked silently over to where Hermione stood, knowing that she could not hear his silent steps. Putting his hands on her waist from behind, he leaned forward and whispered hotly in her ear “Giving me a view of your knickers, Granger?”


Hermione jumped at his voice and his touch, cursing herself for not paying enough attention and letting her hyperactive senses down for even a few minutes.


“Who is said I was wearing any knickers at all Malfoy?” Said Hermione cockily, smiling at Draco’s reaction in the mirror before her. Draco stared back at her.


“You shouldn’t have said that Hermione” growled Draco, spinning her around so that Hermione was facing him, locked in his arms. Looking down at the short witch before him, Draco saw that her white school shirt was clinging tightly to her breasts, giving a peak of her cleavage, her red and gold tie smugly in between the valley of her breasts. Subconsciously his tongue darted out to wet his lips.


Hermione looked at the tall blonde-haired man who was holding her in his arms. Draco Malfoy is some hot candy . Tall and muscular with pouty lips; he was the definition of the male species. Hair falling in his eyes gave him a mysterious look that many witches tried to uncover but no avail. Hermione looked into his grey-blue eyes that changed into dark pools, desire written clearly on his face. Hermione dared herself to do something that she had been dreaming about for a long time.


She put her arms around his neck, leaned forward and pressed her lips against his. Slowly she moved her lips against his, feeling his tongue dart out to trace the seams of her lips, begging for entrance. She opened her mouth wider, letting him through. Her tongue darted into his mouth, and they started to tongue each other’s mouths, feeding off each other. Her hands went up into his silky blond hair, tugging him down forcefully.


Draco slowly nibbled Hermione’s mouth, slightly sucking on her tongue. The kiss itself started to become hot and out of control. Feeling Draco’s erection against her stomach, Hermione moaned into his mouth. Draco, feeling like he might explode, loosened her arms around him and pressed Hermione’s back against the nearest black couch. Taking her thighs in his hands, he lifted her up against the couch; pushed open her legs and went to stand between them. Her legs locked around his waist of their own accord. Her arms were still around his neck; she pressed her breasts against his chest, his breath coming out more rugged and labored than ever. Draco felt Hermione’s nipples harden through her school shirt and bra, her hard and aroused nipples brushing against him. His hand went from the position on her thigh to the hem of her shirt, his hand going up the shirt with excitement. Feeling the soft skin of her body nearly had him undone.


Suddenly the school bell rang, signaling that breakfast was over and that the first class of the day would be starting soon. Draco and Hermione broke away, surprised, panting hard. Slowly a smile spread across Hermione’s face.


“You better go take care of that erection before class. I have to go, Professor Flitwick is expecting me for first period with the Hufflepuffs” said Hermione with sparkling eyes, staring at Draco.


“Sure Granger, but later tonight we are finishing what we started” Draco replied, knowing that Hermione would not want to skive off Charms. Letting her thighs go, Draco helped Hermione to her feet again. Both straightening their clothes, Hermione kissed Draco one last time, winking at him and went out of the portrait hole. Draco leaned against the couch, sighing.


Well I cannot go to Herbology now, looking and feeling like this thought Draco walking back up the stairs to take a second shower. A cold one preferably .


The whole day, Draco thought of the make-out session with Hermione. Every time he saw her between classes, squeezing her hand as she passed him, he felt her lips on his. He could still hear her moan. He could not wait for tonight. She had better not forget he thought, smiling at the thoughts of all the naughty things he was going to do to her.


After dinner and a long day of school, he came back to the Head’s dormitory. Coming through the portrait hole, Draco expected to see Hermione waiting for him. Putting down his satchel, Draco saw a note stuck on the wall by the stairs leading to their private rooms. Walking over to the note, he paused for a second. Grasping the note in his hand, he pulled it off. Hermione’s small and neat handwriting sprang up from the parchment.


Draco, sorry can we catch up another night? I am tired after a long day and went to bed. Sweet dreams, Hermione.


Draco could not believe what he saw. He felt she was rejecting him, afraid that she thought she made a mistake. Feeling angry and sad, Draco started to do his homework at the coffee table in the common room. The old Draco would have gone up to confront her, but the new Draco the one who was her friend and that had a crush on her, would give her space. Wait for the right opportunity.


After a few hours, he went up to his room to put his books away. He still had not heard any sounds coming from Hermione’s room, indicating that she might come down to join him.


You are becoming a bloody Ravenclaw, doing homework on a Friday evening he thought. You are just spooked up at what happened with Granger, wanting more, but not getting any .


He went to the bathroom to brush his teeth and got dressed in a new pair of green boxer shorts in his room. Climbing in bed at 10:45, he felt like such a social outcast to go to sleep at this hour.

Fifteen minutes passed, and Draco could not get to sleep. 11’o clock came and went. Draco could not sleep, thinking about Granger and the amazing kiss that they shared.


If I am not asleep by 11:30, I am going over to her room and beg her to let me kiss her he thought wildly. Now that I kissed her, I want more . Draco knew that he was becoming
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His clock next to his bed rang out the hour. 11:30 and still he was not asleep. Getting out of his bed, he crossed his room and opened the door silently. He crossed the hallway to Hermione’s room. Her white door had a small golden lion symbol on, showing her Gryffindor house pride.


Silently he opened the door, stepping in and closing it again behind him. Draco decided then and there that one small kiss on her lips would surely get him asleep.


Before him, Hermione laid in her bed. With the moonlight streaming through the window, she looked like Artemis, Goddess of the Hunt. He walked over to the side where Hermione was sleeping. Bending slightly Draco brushed his lips against hers. He heard Hermione sigh when his lips touched hers. He stood up straight again and he walked back to the door, but stopped. You are Draco Malfoy for fuck’s sake he thought. Daringly he went back to her bed…


And made a decision.


Slowly at the foot of the bed, he picked up the sheet that was covering her body. Sliding it up a bit, he got underneath, curious of what her pussy would look like. Just a peak , he thought, a small spark of revenge flaring inside him of what she did earlier to him, making him ache for her.
He crawled up to her body, lying between her legs. Hermione was dressed in silver PJ’s with small hearts in pink on them. Sliding his hands up her thighs, he controlled his breathing, afraid she might wake up. When he leaned forward towards her clad pussy, he was surprised at what he saw.


Hermione’s hand was inside her silver pajama bottoms, and from the angle that he saw, not wearing any panties. From his vision, it looked like her fingers where inside her pussy. Smiling Draco thought she was a real minx and realized that she was also shook up at the kiss that they shared.
Draco made a decision then and there, his curiosity getting the better of him. He wanted to see her fingers inside her pussy. His cock twitched at the thought, coming alive for the treat that he wanted to see and hopefully eat.


Slowly his hands went up to the sides of the bottoms, tugging them down , until they were at her ankles, slowly throwing them down next to him. Draco gasped at the sight. Hermione’s fingers were deep inside her pussy, they were wet showing her aroused state. Leaning forward, he smelled her sweet juices that dripped onto her fingers.


He took her fingers out, smelling them more thoroughly. Groaning at the aroma, he licked the fingers softly, eating her juices up. Hermione moaned, and Draco almost thought he woke her up. Going stiff with fear, he waited for the screams but she did not make a sound.


Looks like she is a heavy sleeper…maybe I can taste her for myself. She will not wake up , thought Draco knowing he was taking a huge risk. However, it is a risk worth taking .


Draco’s fingers went to her pussy lips, spreading them gently. He growled softly at the sight that greeted him. Hermione’s juices were leaking from her sweet pussy. His finger flicked her clit gently, Hermione moaned a bit at the touch, still sleeping. Before he went ahead, his other hand went down to his aroused cock, which was very hard. Freeing himself, he pumped himself in his hand, loving the feel of grasping himself. He let his cock go, vowing to take care of himself later.
His one hand went to spread her lips, his lips descending on the feast before him. Slowly he licked from the bottom to the top of her slit. Sucking at her clit, his other hand’s finger went to penetrate her gently. Feeling that Hermione might start to wake up soon, Draco sucked harder and his finger pumping in. He put another finger in, still licking at her clit gently.


Hermione suddenly woke up. Her hands went to the head between her legs, feeling the hair that she was grasping. Draco went stiff with fear at her touch, but went back to lapping up Hermione.
“Oh God Draco!’’ Hermione screamed out as he sucked at her clit harder. Draco, surprised, slowly took the sheet completely off Hermione. When he looked up from between her legs, Hermione grinned at him, panting out her passion.


“Please Draco, go on with what you have been doing” Hermione panted out, giving him a wink. Draco, a man never to say no to a demanding woman, complied. He placed a third finger inside Hermione, loving the tightness that grasped his fingers and the velvety feeling. Draco pumped into Hermione, making her reach her peak of her building orgasm.


“Fuck YESS!” screamed Hermione loudly, grasping Draco’s hair between her legs, pushing him down. Draco, happy and satisfied that he got Hermione off, just lapped up her juices like a thirsty man in the midst of summer.


Draco slowly slithered his body up against Hermione’s, lying between her spread legs. He looked up into her eyes as she put her arms around his waist. She looked like a real goddess after her release, a satisfied smile on her beautiful face.


“Been dreaming about me?” asked Draco as he leaned forward and kissed her lips lightly. His hand went to her curls, weaving them through his fingers.


“Yes Draco…” answered Hermione breathlessly, looking at the man before her. She leaned forward and kissed him hard, starting to get aroused at the sight of his lust-filled eyes and how he licked his lips at the sight of her clad breasts. Draco kissed her back harshly, wanting to feel her all over him. Draco’s hands went to the hem of her PJ, his hands grasping it between his fists. Slowly he lifted her shirt up, while they both crouched in a sitting pose. Draco, while on his knees, looked at Hermione while he bended down to slowly lick her nipple. Flicking the tip gently with his teeth, he sucked the nip into his mouth.


Hermione weaved her hand through his blond hair, while her other hand travelled past rock abs to the tent forming in the front of his green boxers. Her hand crept into the hem of his boxers as Draco sucked her nipple. Hermione’s hand grasped his cock in her small hand, slowly starting to stroke him in the same lazy rhythm as he sucked her nipple. Her hands went to his shoulders, pushing against them hard so that Draco was propped on his back. Smiling cockily, Hermione sat on his stomach, watching his face as she slowly and with agonizing care, grasped his boxers and pulled them down.
Draco’s hard cock sprang up, eager for what was about to happen next. Draco smiled as Hermione leaned forward and slowly licked his cock’s head, the smile starting to form a long drawn out moan. Hermione licked his cock, from the head down the base with her tender tongue. She placed small kisses at the sides, her hands cupping his balls and squeezing them gently.


Gently Hermione took his plump head between her lips and suckled him in. Like a vacuum, she grasped the base of his cock and slowly sucked him into her mouth, pumping him in. Draco moaned, loving the feel of Hermione’s mouth on the inside, sucking him in harder and faster. Her head bobbed up and down his cock, Draco grasped her hair and pushed her down harder. The more he moaned and groaned, the faster Hermione sucked him in her mouth, hoping that he would start to come soon.


Draco knew he was close, his orgasm closing in to its peak. “Baby I am so close!” he panted as his orgasm started to reach its climax. With a shout, Draco started to shoot semen into Hermione’s mouth. Hermione, loving the feel of cum in her mouth, swallowed down his release. Smiling Hermione leaned forward and kissed a surprised Draco on his lips. Kissing her back, Draco’s hands went to her waist, slowly spinning her around so that her back was facing him. He crept up behind her, sitting on his knees, his hand on her waist again.


“On your knees love, now!” ordered Draco harshly into Hermione’s ear. She complied, resting her body weight on her knees. Draco shifted her body, so that the head of his cock penetrate her pussy from behind. Draco’s hand crept down to his cock, grasping himself in his hands. Slowly she stroked the head up and down Hermione’s wet slit, wanting to sink in.


Leaning forward Draco whispered “Ready to party?” “Oh yeah” panted Hermione.


Draco’s head started to penetrate her pussy from behind, slowly sinking into her tight wetness. She fitted him snugly. His hands went to her hips, holding her as they started to move in sync at the rhythm that they preferred. Both of them on their knees, Draco started to fuck her harder from behind. Kissing her in her neck, hoping to form a hickey, Draco pumped harder into the girl before him.


Hermione moaned, loving and enjoying the feel of Draco’s cock inside her. His cock bumped into a sensitive spot, making her orgasm increase tenfold. Draco, feeling that Hermione was close, fucked into her harder, wanting to come with her.


With one hand holding her hip, Draco’s other hand crept up to her breasts, fondling them gently. After a quick fondle, his hand crept down to her pussy, gently flicking her clit in the progress. Panting into her ear, Draco nibbled on the lobe, knowing she was close.
With a cry, Hermione’s second orgasm came crashing down. Draco, feeling her clamp hard on his cock, came with her with a shout of endearment.

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After both of them came, satisfied at their passion, Draco still held Hermione’s hips between his hands. Holding her against him, he slowly placed a small kiss on her neck. Whispering a spell, a silver necklace appeared on her tanned neck. Hermione looked down and saw a dragon pendant on the silver chain. The eyes of the dragon were sapphire, almost like Draco’s eyes. She smiled, happy at the chosen jewelry.


Draco’s lips went to her ear, kissing the shell gently, smiling at no apparent thought.
“Happy sixth month anniversary sweetheart” whispered Draco, glad he could hold the love of his life.
“The best anniversary yet” sighed Hermione back, laying her head against his shoulder.


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