CHAPTER 1
She groaned as he pushed her against the wall, pushing her hips into his, she wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him passionately. Leaning back as he kissed her neck while unbuttoning her blouse, she blessed the cold rock for not being as judgmental as her friends would be, if they found out what she was doing. Moaning as he slid his hand down her top resting it on her hips, she rushed to unbutton his shirt, and then she heard it. It sounded like voices; he didn't seem to notice and kept kissing her collarbone. She was definite that they were voices are they drew closer; she pushed against his now bare chest to get him to stop.
"Draco, people are coming," she whispered,
"They wont use this passage," he whispered back,
"Lets use the passage behind the maiden" they heard one of the voices say.
Draco now raised his head from her neck, they stood there for a second before hearing footsteps,
"Run" said Draco, grabbing her hand and pulling her through the winding passage,
They ran for what felt like ages before stopping to catch their breath and tidy their selves up before making their separate ways.
"Well, that's what I call excitement" he breathed heavily,
"Though very unexpected, yeh that was fun" she laughed,
"Well, so no second thoughts on what were doing?" asked Draco,
"No, why would there be?" she asked back,
"Well, your kind of a good two shoes" Draco said earnestly,
"Things change" she replied,
"I've changed," she added quietly,
"Ill call" he said suddenly,
"You always do" she smiled
"See you later," he whispered as he lent over and kissed her cheek, before walking out of the passageway,
"For sure" she whispered before stepping out of the portrait herself.
As she made her way down the corridor, someone called out to her, startling her,
"Hermione, Hermione, slow up"
"It wasn't me, I didn't do it, just ask Draco" she babbled,
"You didn't do what and why ask Malfoy?" asked Ginny, walking up to her, red hair and robes soaked from what looked like rain,
"Oh, hi, its you, Ginny, why are you soaked?" she asked, ignoring Ginny's question,
"Its raining, and you're avoiding my question" she said,
"What question?" asked Hermione, faking innocence,
"Oh, don't use that on me, I know you know what my question was" said Ginny, cocking her eyebrow at Hermione,
"No, seriously gin, what question?" asked Hermione
"Oh, so you seriously don't remember?" asked Ginny,
"No" said Hermione,
"Ok, I asked you why you said to ask Malfoy," said Ginny,
"Ask Malfoy about what?" asked Hermione, looking away from Ginny a little too fast,
"Hermione" said Ginny,
"Oh that, I was just thinking, and it just came out, you startled me" said Hermione, covering up the mistake,
"Ok, you sure?" asked Ginny,
"Yeh, positive, im starved, let's go to dinner" grinned Hermione, looping her and Ginny's arms and dragging her down to the great hall.
Ginny eyed Hermione on their way to the great hall. Hermione glanced at Ginny and caught her staring,
"What's with that look, Gin?"
"Just thinking…" Ginny said before looking into the great hall, scanning for Harry and Ron.
Hermione glanced over at the Slytherin table as Ginny led the way to Harry and Ron, once she had spotted them.
Blonde hair glimmering in the full moon shining from the magiked hall roof, smile plastered on his face as Pansy pointed to Hermione's glance. The Slytherin table erupted with laughter as Hermione dropped her gaze and sat down. She sighed as she though back to how this all started in the first place.
She was lying to her friends about everything. Ever since Draco had come into the picture. And for what? a couple of hours of fooling around, she was just another lay to him…
Oh but what a lay she was. Her bushy brown hair glistened as she looked over at him. Pansy Parkinson, the most annoying slutty Slytherin to ever walk the halls of hogwarts, elbowed his ribs lightly.
"Granger is checking you out, Draco" She giggled,
"Obviously sad at what she's missing out on"
"Sad? You all know she's desperate for a lil' bit of this Malfoy's baby gravy" He scoffed,
The table all burst out in laughter, sending the rest of the great hall silent. Hermione dropped her head as she took her seat next to the red headed weasel.
He didn't like humiliating her, but he had to keep seeing her, and this was the only way to ensure it. His mind drifted back to when it first started, as he stared at the back of her head, covered in those luscious brown locks.
Hermione had just stormed out of the Gryffindor Common Room. The celebrations of the Quidditch House Cup seemed all too much for her. And then there was her, Lavender Brown, draping herself all over Ronald. They way they were acting was making her sick. People seemed to think she was jealous of Ron and Lavender, that she had a crush on Ron. But she knew differently. Ronald had never in his life had a romantic interest, but as soon as he did, he treated everyone like he was king-shit. Better then they all were, having experienced His FIRST girlfriend. It was like he thought he knew everything there was on how to nab a girl and keep her, but what was more infuriating to her was he had ABSOLUTELY no clue. Lavender had been flirting for months with him, while he just went along like nothing was happening, until she actually kissed him, AND the fact that when they kiss, its like two fish out of water… Disgusting.
Draco was in an empty classroom, sulking in the corner. They'd lost the Quidditch House Cup to those revolting Gryffindors. All because of Weasley. Draco had told his team to do what ever it took for them to get rid of him. As stupid and troll like as he was, he wasn't as bad at Quidditch as he made out on the Pitch. It was a ploy, Draco knew it, but nobody else would listen. He hated how Potter and his little Weasley/Granger posse acted. Like they owned the school. Praised by the teachers, Potter adored by the pathetic worm of a headmaster Dumbledore. This school literally made him sick. Being a 6th year, you'd think you'd get more respect, but no. Even Snape was on his back about Voldemort's orders. He didn't care anymore, Snape was to take the blame, and Draco had the plan. Now he just needed a release. Anything to get his mind off it, anything that he really wanted to do, anything. Throwing a chair at the door, it slowly opened.
Hermione opened the classroom door slowly, Peeves must have been loose again, and she could only wonder why. Pushing her bushy hair through the gap, she spotted Draco standing there, breathing heavily.
"What the fuck do you want, Granger?" He spat,
"Just checking who's wrecking school property is all" She whispered, as she retreated from the classroom,
"Why? So you can become known as even more of a goody two shoes… Maybe if you could get your head further up these teachers arses, then ur hair could be used as a colon cleaner" He yelled at her as she left,
Suddenly the door swung right open, and Hermione marched right up to Draco's face. Finger jobbing him straight in the chest, Hermione's voice lowered,
"What? Like you are with Snape? You know what Malfoy, You're the reason his hair is so greasy, your the far up his arse that that grease from your face is seeping up though his scalp…"
Draco looked at Hermione, shocked. He had no idea that she was so feisty, this stirred something in him, he was proud at her bite, that was actually a knowledgeable comeback from the Mudblood.
"… And also, you're the reason why the walls as moldy as in your common room, your so much of a slime ball, that its transferred to the walls" She spat,
"You know what… That was pretty good Granger" Said Draco, smirking at her,
"Well, you know what you can do with your wand Malfoy? Wait! What did you just say?" She said shocked,
"They were both good comebacks"
"Well.. umm.." Hermione stood there speechless, as He smirked at her,
It wasn't the same nasty smirk he had whenever he insulted her, it was a genuine, smile, some would say, from Malfoy anyway.
His icy gray eyes seemed to melt as her honey brown looked into them. Draco stood there, looking at Hermione. Something in her eyes, the way she stood, authority driven, he wanted to teach her some boundaries, her wild hair, seemed to make his want to run his fingers through it. Hermione seemed to being having the same thought pattern, Draco's features, his icy gray eyes sent shivers down her spine, her blonde hair seemed to just make her want to run her fingers through it, his body, she could see his abs faintly through his school shirt, which was slightly unbuttoned, she wanted his body pressed against hers. Draco's pureblood then seemed to kick in, tearing his eyes away from hers seemed to be the hardest thing he could do, but he had too. Looking away, Draco button the remainder of his shirt up, and walked out the door. Hermione felt empty as she tore his eyes away. Her shoulders slumped forward as she casually walked past her like nothing had happened.
Draco turned around at the door to look at her. She cant believe that something was going to happen, she should of known, I should of known, I… I should of done something. He looked at her downtrodden figure, wanting to say something,
"You know nothing can happen. That's just the way it is" He said suddenly, unable to catch himself.
"Only because you're too proud" She whispered, as she turned to face him, shoulders held back, head high, Hermione was the one to walk away from Malfoy. She got the upper hand. And she knew that would drive him crazy. She was confident about that. And she was right. It did drive him crazy.
Potions the next day was her confirmation. She could feel his glare on the back of her head, as she and Harry worked on a potion, glancing over her shoulder, she grinned. He was glaring at her. She knew exactly why. Pansy was joyful, she thought it was pure hate. But, oh was she wrong.
Visiting the girl's bathroom before lunch, Hermione fixed herself up. She knew exactly what she was going to do to Draco. She was enjoying every moment of watching him squirm and she planned to make to worse for him.
Skirt dangerously high, Blouse unbuttoned just enough, tie loose and swaying along in the same rhythm as her hips, she made her way into the great hall. She could feel more then Draco's eyes on her, Harry and Ron's mouths both open and gapping at her, there eyes amongst the several hundred of the male students in the great hall on her, as she made her way to her seat. Pansy's mouth was open too, as Hermione swept her magickly-straightened hair over her left shoulder.
Defense against the Dark Arts was the most fun Hermione had ever had. Draco was desperate, and she knew it. He wanted her. And she had him by the balls.
The day went quickly, her next class as away from Draco, but she kept up the act for in the halls. Passing him several times before and after dinner.
Ginny coughed, waking Hermione from her day dream.
"Huh? What?"
Looking up, Ginny stood beside her, as the rest of the hall filed out.
"Is dinner over already, wow that went quick" Hermione muttered to herself, standing up beside Ginny.
Ginny looked at Hermione worried,
"Hermione? Have you paid attention all night at all?"
"What do you mean Gin?"
"Dumbledore's speech, do you remember it?"
"Dumbledore spoke?"
Hermione looked shocked. This was the first time she had ever gotten lost in her own world so badly. He was always on her mind, everything about him excited her. Even her own fantasies left her breathless.
Ginny looked really worried, as Hermione looked at her best friend.
"Ginny? Are you ok?"
"I was about to ask you the same thing 'Mione. Are you sure your ok?"
"Im peachy" She smiled, but she knew Ginny wasn't buying, walking away slowly, she knew Ginny would drop it for now, but she needed an alibi for the next ambush for sure.
He crossed her mind again on the walk back to the Common room with Ginny. Her heart jumped gleefully every time he did, a smile flashed across her face, and she was happy. This always happened when he was on her mind. Even more so when he was with her. She dreamt about him, and wished that they could have more time together. Just to talk. Half the time they were just getting heated, but when they got a decide amount of time together then she really felt at home. Getting to know him. He was intelligent. Could hold a conversation too. He was sweet, his harsh exterior was more of a act then most thought, his father created such a persona for him, he no longer had his own. This made her sad. If people knew who he was, they'd love him just like she does. It made sense for Hermione to use that word, it'd been on her mind for a while now. For weeks, slowly making more and more sense. She loved Him.
Pansy elbowed Draco as she caught up with him on the way back to the Common room.
"Draco? Are you ok?"
"I would be if you left me alone, Parkinson!" He spat,
He was thinking about her again. He always did, she ran through his mind constantly. Sometimes her had to remind himself to insult her in public. His stomach sank at that thought. He wished he didn't have too. It hurt her, and him.
Pansy was still beside him, and was making herself known too.
"Hehe, oh Draco, you're so funny. You act so solitary and tough, but deep down I know you have sometime that melts you" She giggles, wrapping her arm around his and battering her eyes.
She was right, in one sense, he did have a melting point. It was just not Pansy.
His father always pushed for him to get closer to Pansy. And sure, he'd slept with her a couple of times, just so she'd brag to her mother. His father would find on soon enough, on his weekly romp in the sheets with Lady Parkinson. But, Pansy wasn't what he classed as his own equal.
Hermione was, she was smart, had attitude, would hold her own in an argument, wouldn't let another push her down, she'd knock them down a peg instead. That's what he loved about her.
Draco stopped in his tracks as soon as that thought crossed his mind. His heart skipped a beat as he repeated it again. Love? Was he really? With Granger?
Months ago, he would a cursed the people that said that so fast, they'd be a slug before they even thought about their wand. But, he didn't. He knew it was true. And he didn't hate the idea. He liked it. Loved it even. He was happy with her, in love, and happy with a mudblood. Never thought he'd ever think that either.
Both at on the warmest couch, they imagined being held by each other as they watched the fire crackle, their minds drifting back to that first night.
As everyone settled down to chill or do homework, Hermione casually walked out of the Portrait, to even more eyes following her behind. She walked even slower towards the classroom, where she knew Draco would be waiting. Slowly she opened the door to see him pacing.
Draco dropped his eyes, looking her up and down slowly. Her short skirt, showing off her soft, supple thighs. Her blouse unbuttoned, showing Draco her gorgeous cleavage. Tie, sat delicately between her breasts.
Stepping forward, Draco closed the door behind her, stepping close, he breathed in her soft sweet perfume. This drove him over the edge. Grasping her wrist, he pushed her up against the door, hands above her head, pressed softly to the wood, whispering to her, "Do you know how much I have wanted you today, you little slut!"
"Why do you think I did it" She bit back,
Arching her back, he slid his hand to sit at the base of her back. As she did so, her breast brushed Draco's chest. Draco pushed himself closer to her, still holding her arms above her head against the door.
His breathe on her neck; she could smell his cologne, something so sweet, like he was something of hers to nibble on.
Hermione took the first step. Running her nose softly along his jaw, she breathed in his scent, nipping softly on his earlobe. She could feel his breath on her neck, heavier, quicker then before.
"Do you want me Draco Malfoy?" She whispered,
"Yes!" He sighed,
"What do you want to do to me?"
"Everything!"
Running her hands down his chest, slowly unbuttoning his shirt, she whispered, "Do tell".
"I want to feel your body against mine, skin against skin, the warmth of your skin, your even warmer pussy, tight around my fingers, and my cock, that pulses and grows for you" He whispered in her ear, sending shivers down her spine. Hermione could feel her heartbeat in her pussy, beating faster and faster as she grew hotter.
Biting on his bottom lip, he grew even more tempting for her, as she fought to stop herself from just taking him, she was making him wait, and he hated it.
Draco grew more and more frustrated as Hermione bit on his bottom lip, tugging it softly, she refused to kiss him. He pressed himself closer to her body; his now unbuttoned shirt was open to relieve his toned body. He could feel her warmth through the piece of thin material she called a school blouse. Moving his hands, he slowly unbuttoned her top, her slim figure excited him, her breasts the perfect shape and size on the lacy bra she had adorned. He could feel himself growing as he slipped even more items of clothing off. Soon his belt, shirt, and tie were mixed in with her tie, and blouse. His pants hung loosely around his hips as she slid her skirt higher up her thighs. Every time he got closer to kissing her, she'd pull him away by his hair. His made it even more tempting to him. Tracing her cleavage with his tongue, Draco unclasped her bra, and it soon joined the pile of clothing. He felt himself get rock hard as he saw her perky 'c' cup breasts. Pressing his erection between her legs, he hitched her up on to his hips. Holding her up against the wooden door. Never once did they lock it, an extra excitement the pair never mentioned to each other. Yet, just the thrill of getting caught. Perfect. Taking each nipple into his mouth her he sucked softly, finally sneaking a kiss on her collarbone, as he traced his way up her body. He could feel her the heat from her pussy even through his school shorts. Carrying her over to one of the bigger desks, he sat her on the edge.
Hermione slowly unzipped his fly, taking her time, she could see Draco fighting to stop himself from taking her hand and making her move faster. Hermione felt her heart race faster as she looked upon Draco's most impressive package, straining against the material of his underpants. Draco pushed Hermione back on the desk, and pulled her soaking panties away from her tender pussy. She watched as his rock hard cock strained even harder against the material, as he greedily eyed her whispering eye. Slipping her skirt off her hips, she was soon naked and dripping in front of Draco, getting hotter as he gazed. As she quickly pulled off his underpants, which were struggling under the pressure, she watched his pulsing cock, imagining just what he could do to her. Slowly he bent over her naked body, inching closer to her. Pressing his lips to her, they kissed passionately. Each begging for the others touch. Draco dragged his soft fingertips down her body, reaching for her pussy. Tempting her, he pulled his middle finger through the middle of her dripping wet pussy, feeling how hot and soaked she was, just begging for him. Adding pressure as he slowly began to rub her clit. Hermione gasped quietly, looking up at Draco, his gray eyes staring into hers. Draco knew he had her.
"What do you want?" he whispered,
"You"
"What part of me?"
"Your rock. Hard. Cock!" saying each word with emphasis,
"And where do you want it?"
"In my soaking wet pussy, that just for you!"
Draco smirked; Hermione was everything he could of imagined, his little slut. He wanted to play a game with her, but her set the rules. He needed to approach this slowly, but somehow he didn't think he could wait that long. He could feel himself pulsing powerfully, as Hermione's body quivered, her small moans exciting him even more. He wouldn't be able to hold off for much longer, he wanted her so much, needed her.
"Am I your master?"
"Will you do as I say?" He whispered,
Hermione knew that he was worried with her response, smirking, she whispered,
"Your wish is my command… Master"
"Grab me!" He commanded,
Hermione gripped his cock with her soft hand. She started jerking him off slowly as he slipped a finger inside her. In time, they moved faster, Draco slipping another finger into her tight wet pussy. Hermione arched her back on the large desk as she orgasmed around Draco's fingers.
Her breath caught in her throat, she began jerk Draco off even faster, before he whispered to her, "Stop, slut! I don't want to cum yet!"
Looking at him, her face blank, she kissed him passionately, wrapping her legs around him, pulling him closer.
Pulling out his wand, Draco applied a condom before conjuring a soft padded rug on the floor. Lifting Hermione off the desk, he laid her down softly on to the rug.
Hermione looked up at Draco's body, towering above her. His tight abs, his soft chest hair, she ran her fingers through as he looked her in the eyes. Kissing down her chest, Draco positioned himself between her legs.
"Hermione?" He asked
"Yeh?"
"Are you a virgin?"
Hermione shook her head at him.
"Haven't been since I was with Victor!" She said,
Draco grinned,
"Well prepare to be fucked one hundred times better then he ever would have"
"Then why are you still talking?" She whispered in his ear, wrapping her legs around him, pulling him closer.
Teasingly, Draco, slow as possible, pushed into her, just inside before pulling out again. Hermione moaned in frustration.
"What's wrong, little slut?!"
"Fuck me!"
Pushing his cock in forcefully, he wasted no time in getting Hermione to moan loudly. Thrusting in and out, Hermione moaned louder with every thrust of his cock inside her.
"Oh! Draco" She moaned loudly,
"Harder Master, harder!"
Draco started thrusting as hard and fast as possible, that Hermione was almost screaming in pleasure, her hands gripping the material of the rug to hold it in, so she wouldn't wake the rest of the castle.
Hermione grasped Draco's hair, pulling his head back. He pressed his body closer to hers, kissing her neck, moving down to her breasts which were rising and falling quickly with each breath. Hermione pulled him up to her face, their lips met forcefully. Draco buried his head into her neck, his body quivering in pleasure; his breathe catching in his throat. As Hermione began to climax, she bit Draco's neck hard, feeling the pleasure flow all through her body. Draco pounded her even harder relishing the amazing feeling of her tight pussy around his 7" cock.
"Oh God! Im coming! Oh Hermione!"
Draco pounded her as hard as he could, cuming inside her pussy, feeling Hermione squirt from the intense orgasm she had also.
Rolling onto the rug beside Hermione, Draco tried to catch his breath, and slow his heart rate. Hermione propped herself up on her elbow, and looked to be absolutely glowing, as she watched Draco. Rolling over, he kissed her on the lips softly, then on the forehead. Tapping his shoulder, Hermione rested her head on his warm skin.
"Wow" he whispered,
"Haha, indeed" Hermione giggled.