Hermione had lived with Draco in the Head's dorm for several months now. She was pretty accustomed to him bringing a different girl in each night, and Hermione would hide in her room with a good book, or sometimes even save her homework until late, so she had something to occupy her from the noises across the corridor.

The girls were always loud. Always. Hermione wished she could put a silencing charm on the wall, or door, or entire dorm, but Hogwarts did not permit students to use such charms without permission from the Head of house. She didn't really ever feel like explaining to Professor McGonagall exactly why she needed that specific charm.

A small part of Hermione wondered what exactly was happening behind that closed door, when these girls made such loud noises. Of course it was sexual, even she knew that. But it was just that, that made virgin and completely inexperienced Hermione wonder what Draco was doing to the girls that made them moan and scream in such a way.

If she was being honest, she'd never even tried to touch herself. It wasn't that she was scared or repulsed, just embarrassed. Would someone be able to tell that she had in fact touched herself? Hermione could tell when girls were not virgins anymore. But perhaps this was because they spoke openly about their sexual experiences. That, or she'd seen them enter or exit Draco's room, or even hear their voice.

She shuddered.

Tonight, was of course, like every night. Draco had told her to make herself scarce and Hermione did as she was told. However, tonight she had done all of her homework, having had a study lesson today which is created for such purposes. Each book on her shelf, she had read several times over. She was eagerly awaiting a new book coming through owl post, although, to her dismay, it had not arrived quite yet. She could read Hogwarts: A History again, that book never got old. Yes, I'll do that.

As she was reading, she could hear the girl's moans becoming louder. Merlin, this one's a right one. She thought. Suddenly, she heard a loud bang on her bedroom door, followed by a squeal/scream of pleasure. Oh. She thought, as she realised they hadn't even made it into Draco's room yet, and now it seemed they were having sexual relations practically on top of her bedroom door. I hope there's not a fire because I won't be getting out of here easily. Nothing like being trapped in your own room, hey. She was trying desperately to distract herself, with her own thoughts, from what was going on loudly outside her door. But she couldn't help noticing the deep grunts and moans that were coming from the one and only, Draco Malfoy.

That's odd, she thought, Draco is always silent. Not that I'm a pervert who listens in, I can't help it when it's right there. But he never makes noise. Maybe this girl is special? She found that hard to believe, but what other explanation was there? Was he doing it because they were on her bedroom door and he knew she could hear? No, don't be stupid Hermione. Well, unless he's being an arrogant git like always.

There was something in those low, deep grunts and moans that sent butterflies into Hermione's tummy. Nope. No. I am not aroused by Draco Malfoy. Nope. Harry and Ron would have a fit. Nope. Nope. Nopedy nope nope nope! However, the tingling sensation between her legs, resulting in a dampening within her panties, said different.

Hermione had recently come to terms with her figure filling out. She wasn't stick thin, nor was she overweight, she considered herself average, and knew it was best for her health if she didn't dwell to much on shapes and sizes. Her waist wasn't tiny, but it complimented the roundness of her breasts and bum, and along with Ginny's help, she was learning to clothe herself to fit her shape. As she looked into her full length mirror, she began to wonder if she had ever made anyone feel this tingling sensation too. She had to admit that it was hard not to think of Draco as sexy. He too had become more muscular, taller, and all together sexier. He'd also become nicer to Hermione, they shared laughter, not that others would know. But living together seemed to have let him really open up to her. Did she want to be the girl on the other side of that door? No. No, she wanted romance, sensitivity, gentleness, especially for her first time. She was just experiencing what everyone else was. Desire for a (probably self-proclaimed) sex god. She had no explanation for what she did next. Only that she was exploring and getting comfortable with her body.

Hermione stripped off her clothing, item by item, one by one. Until she was left in her bra and panties. She decided to sit on the floor with her legs bent apart. She could already notice the damp marking on her panties from the tingling and ran her finger over the area, making herself shudder with delight. A new feeling for her, that she liked, a lot. Her breasts sat in her bra cup, pushed together and slightly spilling out of the cup. She released the clasp at the back and watched them bounce free. Squeezing them with both hands, she decided she wanted, no, needed more. She slid her panties off and brushed her finger against her wet folds.

Her middle finger settled on her clit, the area she felt the most delight. Gently, she began stroking it up and down in an attempt to find pleasure. Through this, she adapted to stroking it in circles, making her struggle to contain a moan. She could still hear the deep, low moans, mixed with the girls outside her door.

"Shouldn't we take this inside?" Hermione heard the girl ask.

"No. Here's fine." Draco replied to her, huskily.

He's doing this because he knows I can hear. Does he mean to turn me on? Is that his plan?!... If it is, its working.

His moans deepened outside, and Hermione thought about what the girl was doing to him, to receive these moans of pleasure. She thought about what was between his legs… how big is it? How hard is it right now? Hermione felt the pleasure building up as she thought more graphically about his body. Was his penis being stroked and caressed right now, or was he thrusting up into or against her? Hermione's finger began rubbing in faster motions, occasionally tapping on her clit, creating heightened pleasure. Draco's moans became louder, almost drowning out the female. Does he think about me in this way? Does he want me to be one of those girls? She knew he would completely dominate her, if his manhood was as large as girls spoke of, he could even destroy her. But I bet it would feel good. As she thought this, she began hearing Draco speak.

"Rub your clit." He said, huskily. I am. Hermione thought. "I want your pussy nice and wet so I can slide right in to cum." He moaned.

Hermione felt the pressure of pleasure rising, she felt as if those words were meant for her, even if they weren't, it was great to think they could be.

"You're a naughty little girl, even though everyone thinks you're so good" he said huskily, but loud enough for Hermione to hear. Can't be a Slytherin then.

Draco began moaning words such as 'Yeah', 'That's it' and 'Feels so good', she could tell he was about to cum and she knew she was almost at the brink of orgasm. When suddenly she hears the loudest grunt/moan from Draco yet, that makes her hold her own mouth as she rides out her own orgasm to the sounds of his.

Hermione felt amazing. She was in ecstasy. She quietly got up, and laid on her bed, to listen to Draco and the girl move on to a different location.

"Okay, you can go." Hermione heard Draco say. Ouch! She thought, about whatever girl was just scorned.

"What?!" She replied, offended.

"I've had my fun, I'm tired. Leave." Draco demanded. Malfoys' are so charming.

Hermione then heard the girl leave, but never heard Draco's door shut. She felt embarrassed, what if he knew? She couldn't go out there and face him, not just yet.