Desperate Measures

Hermione closed her eyes. She could feel the tears starting to form behind
her dark eyelashes.
"Can you please just tell me what was wrong with my paper?"
Professor Snape carelessly tossed her essay across his desk in her
direction. "Aside from it being absolute filth, I asked for 700 words, not eight
pages."
The witch's pink pouty lips parted as her jaw dropped. "That's it? I got a
failing mark because it was too long?!"
Severus opened his mouth to speak, but was interrupted.
"Professor!" Draco Malfoy ran into the classroom carrying his potions
book. "I have my paper right here. I'm sorry it's so late." Hermione's heart sank.
Could this get any worse? "Malfoy..." She started.
"Oh, I'm sorry, did I interrupt something?" Draco's lips curled into a grin as
he set down his textbook. He turned to Snape and held out a couple stapled
sheets. "So sorry I'm late, sir, I just wanted to make sure it was quality work
before I handed it in." Hermione rolled her eyes. "Malfoy, that paper was due a
week ago."
"Thank you, Mr. Malfoy, this looks excellent." Snape said as he skimmed
over the report. Again, Hermione's jaw dropped. Her slender fingers clenched
into tight fists, resisting the urge to tear her hair out. "What?!" She cried. "You're
accepting it? How is that fair?!"
Draco frowned, but his silver eyes were alight with a smile at Hermione's
frustration. "What? What is she talking about, Professor?" Hermione snapped,
"That's none of your business!"
"Miss Granger is trying to talk her way out of a poor mark she rightfully
received. Be aware, Miss Granger, that this means you have an unsatisfactory
mark in my class. Also, that'll be ten points from Gryffindor for talking back to a
professor and disrespecting a classmate. Each." The corners of Snape's mouth
twitched as if trying to suppress a grin.
Draco laughed. "Wait until everyone finds out that Granger isn't perfect
after all. I knew you'd slip up sooner or later - a mudblood can't compare to real
wizards." He turned and walked proudly out of the room. Hermione felt a tear roll
down one cheek. She looked at Snape hopefully. "Extra credit?"
Snape scoffed. "You'll just have to wait until the next assignment."
Hermione slowly walked towards the door. "Wait." Snape called. She spun
around quickly, hope written all over her face. "It appears Mr. Malfoy has left his
book here. I'd hate for him not to have it study tonight. Make sure it gets to him;
take it up to his dorm." Without the energy or motivation to argue, she picked up
the textbook and left.
***
The door to Draco's room wasn't shut, but pulled to. Hermione knocked on
the doorjamb. "What?" a voice called from within. She pushed the door open
gently. Draco was lying on his bed, his chest bare. He sat up when he saw
Hermione. "Oh, what are you doing here, mudblood? Come to try and get me to
keep your secret?"
She glared, shut the door behind her, and thrust the book into his hands.
"You left this."
"Oh, how sweet, you came all the way here to return it yourself?" He
grinned and carelessly tossed the book aside, onto the floor. Hermione grimaced
at the mistreatment of the book. "Not by choice," she replied. A few seconds of
silence passed.
"Are you really going to tell everyone about that?" She asked softly, and bit
her lip.
Draco smiled. "Of course! Not only did you fail the paper, but you're failing
the class! No one will ask you for help anymore, because they'll have realized
that you don't know everything and you aren't as smart as you'd like them to
think." He stood up and stepped forward, inches from her face. "And they'll all
know why: you're a filthy mudblood. Even Longbottom is a better wizard than
you." Hermione flinched at his last word, unable to look him in the eyes. Her lip
quivering, she started to leave.
Draco waited until her hand rested on the doorknob to say, softly, "You
know... I don't have to tell." Suddenly, he was inches from her face again.
"What?" She asked, annoyed. "What do you want?" That awful grin spread
across his perfect lips again. He backed her towards the door, reaching out to
turn the lock. He saw the uneasiness in her eyes when she heard it click. "M-
Malfoy?" She stammered. His eyes were locked onto hers, like a wolf eyeing a
piece of meat.
"Maybe I'll keep your secret, if you do what I want. Let's face it, Granger.
Underneath your robes, you have one nice body. Tiny waist..." He put his
fingertips on her waist, easily visible under her fitted tee. "Nice hips..." He trailed
down to her hips, and gave them a squeeze, making her gasp. "A great ass..."
He suddenly grabbed her butt and tried to pull her closer.
"Stop!" Hermione cried, trying to sound more confident than she felt. She
pushed his chest with both hands. He let go of her hips and gave her a push,
sending her backwards against the door and smacking her head into the hard
wood. "Ow..." She closed her eyes, and could taste blood; she had bitten her
tongue.
He moved closer, all but brushing his body against hers. "Merlin, it turns
me on when you're afraid and flustered." When she opened her eyes, she saw
the evidence; his perfect, creamy chest was covered in harsh goosebumps, his
nipples hard and protruding. "I'm not going to be your whore." Hermione spat.
Draco laughed. "Oh no, no, no. Not a whore, Granger. Desperate times
call for desperate measures, and you are desperate to keep your reputation,
aren't you?" He curled his index finger under her chin and turned her face
upwards. She looked into his eyes. To her horror, she was considering his deal.
She didn't want to succumb to his fantasies just to keep her grades a secret,
but... She couldn't deny that Malfoy was sexy. His steel blue eyes, creamy pale
skin, and the platinum locks that fell into his face were enough to drive a girl to do
crazy things. Besides, she thought, I'd have something on him, too. And I am
lonely, there's no denying that, either. "I don't know..." She trailed off.
Draco took her hand, surprising her with his gentleness. He leaned
forward and nuzzled the soft skin of her neck, smelling her brunette waves.
"Come on, Granger." He said. His hand tightened on hers, and shot down, forcing
her to grasp the hard bulge in his pants. Hermione gasped, surprised that she did
not notice his hard-on before. Draco whispered, his hot breath in her ear, "I want
you." That was all she needed. She reached up, put her arms around his neck,
and planted her soft lips on his. Immediately his warm tongue darted into her
mouth, and as she shyly returned the action, he moaned into the kiss from the
taste of her blood. With ease, he lifted her by her hips, and she reflexively tried to
wrap her legs around him for balance. Draco smiled, pleased that she reacted
just how he wanted her to, and slammed her against the wall, grinding his bulge
between her legs. "Oh!" She gasped. She had never been this close to a boy.
Sure, she had kissed, and Krum had even made it to second base, but this was
completely new. The sensation of his hard member against her clitoris gave her a
newfound confidence, and she now ravaged his mouth with her own tongue.
Goosebumps broke out over her skin as his long, slender fingers grasped her
thighs, pushing her skirt up. Again she moaned, releasing a gush of wetness
from her lower lips. The damp heat Draco could feel against his jeans was
maddening, and he pulled away from her, gasping. "Stop."
Hermione looked at him, confused, and a little hurt. He put her down, not
bothering to be gentle, and collapsed onto his bed, panting. When he sat up, he
looked her in the eyes lustfully. "Get on your knees, mudblood." Her eyes grew
large, but she approached him, slowly. "I never... I mean, I don't know how to..."
"Well you'll learn. You like learning new things, don't you? Now get on your
knees." Draco unzipped and unbuttoned his jeans, slid them off, and tossed them
aside. Hermione instinctively looked away, embarrassed. "Come here," he
ordered. She obeyed, and knelt down in front of the bed. Sneaking a look, she
saw that his stiff member was sticking straight out of the slit in his boxers, and
she couldn't look away. "Well?" Draco said impatiently. "Surely you've read things
in girly magazines, just do what you think you should."
Hands trembling, she reached out and took his penis in both hands. The
feeling immediately sent another rush of sensation down to her vulva. It was
warmer than she expected, almost hot. The skin was softer than anything she'd
felt before, and she could feel it throbbing in her hands. Taking a deep breath,
she put just the head in her mouth, swirling her tongue around the tip. Draco
moaned. Her mouth was hot, and it was as if he could feel every bump on her
tongue as she licked him.
His sounds of pleasure thrilled Hermione, and she began to lick his shaft
from base to tip, slowly, as if licking the drips from an ice cream. Finally, she took
half of his length in her mouth and sucked, massaging his shaft with her tongue
simultaneously. Draco felt his cock throb every time she went down, but it still
wasn't enough. He buried his fingers in Hermione's silky brown hair, and forced
himself deeper into her mouth. Hermione whimpered, and the sound sent
vibrations from her throat up Draco's shaft. "Oh, dammit, Hermione..." Draco
whispered, and began thrusting his hips to meet her sucking as he forced her up
and down. Hermione started to gag from the depth of Draco's penis, but hearing
him say her first name, she gained control of her reflexes, and sucked harder.
The thrusts of his hips became more frequent, and his breaths became short and
labored. "Mm... Stop," Draco whimpered, releasing his grip on Hermione's hair.
She looked up at him with questioning eyes. "I don't... Want to cum yet..." She
sucked him one last time, sending shivers down his spine.