Fresh

Hermione Granger was a fresh faced freak.

She said things that irked Draco Malfoy. Often what she said was not only correct, but earned her house way too many points.

He decided that fresh mouth of hers needed to be full of something else other than correct answers and snotty know-it-all like quips.

Little did she know she'd find herself in the broom closet giving head to the biggest prick in Hogwarts.

He'd polyjuiced himself to look like the redheaded-freak she was engaged to and his nefarious plot went along smoothly if not deliciously.

As she slurped hungrily, he threw his head back and sighed a little self-satisfied sigh.

She'd even eaten the "special" chocolate without any questions.

She'd gagged a little at first, but as he eased her into it, he soon enjoyed the benefits of an over-eager and adept learner.

She'd said she'd never tried this before.

By the time he was through, she'd would know as much as one of those witches in books he liked to read with the moving pictures.

At some point he'd positioned her on her hand and knees. His cock slick with her lusty attentions, he told her to relax, because he wanted to try something new. She would have protested, but the tip of his cock had been stroking and rubbing wonderfully between her labia.

Still she tried to relax, but it hadn't been enough. As she yelped with pain, he nearly lost his load as her virgin muscles clenched around him in tight cascades. He hadn't even needed to move to enjoy himself.

Eventually Granger settled down, and that's when he began thrusting. Soon she was into the rhythm and before long he was reaching between her legs to move things along - what he had in mind would go much more smoothly if she came a few times first.

It surprised him when she came not once but twice. It wasn't even the multiple orgasm that caught him off guard, what had been in the chocolate had pretty much assured him that she would loosen up enough to given into anything and everything. No, it was the gushing liquid of her second orgasm that caused him to loose it.

He snickered to himself. He'd never pegged her as a gusher. He was bemused to see she thought they'd finished. She struggled to get up, but he informed her that they'd only just begun.

He intended this to go on until the polyjuice wore off just at the right time.

And it wasn't the right time.

Covered in slick ecstasy, he convinced her to stand up and face the wall. She tried to protest but he cut her off with a kiss. Thrusting his hand between her legs again, he began to maneuver her to do his bidding. Soon she was gasping and leaning her forehead against the bricks.

He spread her cheeks and whispered something incoherent.

He let a finger slip in to the mudblood's mudhole. Tight, hot, and pliant - then she moaned and wiggled towards him.

He'd expected far more protest.

And he whispered into her ear, "I want to be your first everywhere you'll let me."

She huffed a breathy "yes" repeatedly and he took that as his cue to do as he pleased.

And he did as he pleased.

At first she did squeal, but soon she was demanding that he go faster. He slid his hands all over the front of her body.

Soon one hand was tweaking a nipple and the other was slipping around her swollen lips.

Then he found the spot.

That magical spot.

And it wasn't long after that they both saw spots.

He pulled out after a few more thrusts.

She'd managed to exhaust him, but he wasn't finished yet.

Under the influence of the magic chocolate, he directed her to suck him off. She hesitated and squirmed, but then complied. It didn't matter where he'd been fucking her, she took him into her mouth and went so far down her nose nested into his pubic hair.

Silently he thanked the Gods and Merlin and whatever Hogwarts ghosts might be floating around that he was 17 and capable of going a few rounds. Soon he coming right into her mouth, which was right about the time the polyjuice was wearing off.

She hadn't even stopped until she'd swallowed the last of it.

Then he witnessed her look of furious surprise when her eyes met his.

"Guess you're mouth's not so fresh now, Granger." He laughed.

Her expression had been priceless.

And that was saying something considering how much money he still had in Gringotts.

He watched her quickly dress. She was so furious she hadn't even words. Soon she was crying. And then she was leaving and she looked an awful mess. Anyone who saw her in this state would immediately know what she'd been up to, but he didn't care. He knew she'd run right to her room. Which was probably right about the time he'd arranged for Weasley to show up. When it came to manipulating fools in love didn't take much to trick these Gryffindors.

He was leisurely and cleaned himself off to look decent enough. Not that he wanted to look immaculate, for as soon as got to Slytherin there would be some boasting of his misdeeds done.