A/N Welcome to my second story, it's shorter, probably no more than five chapters (if it gets that long). This was initially a little one shot that expanded when Blaise, Theo and Neville had things to say. So that's why it's not a 'one and done'. It's mostly written, just trying write an ending I'm happy with. Posting will probably be relatively quick - I don't expect this to drag much more than a couple weeks. I'll have you guys to keep my feet to the fire (or fingers to the keyboard).
This is a bit smutty and does have some description of same sex...if you don't like that then I recommend you not read it. Also multiple partners. Again, it happens now, a long time ago and probably well into the collective future. That said, this starts out before the Dramione exists (so don't freak out too much with the first paragraph) but the boy gets that fixed pretty quickly.
A bit of Ron bashing again, really it's not that I hate the character, but just the fact in canon he was with Hermione. This is obviously AU - no war, no men running around changing their names and losing their noses, just the same class system we all experience everyday...rich and not. In other words, Hermione's muggle parents don't make her some untouchable, but she is still difference from Draco because even her dentist parents don't make the same coin as what Draco has in his family vaults. Draco has come to terms with it, we should all as well.
Disclaimer - They aren't mine. They belong to JKR and whomever else she saw fit to sign over her rights as creator. I was not in that group. She just allows us to play with them. I like to make them play with each other. *shrugs*
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Draco sat in the big chair of the Slytherin common room watching the blonde hair of Daphne Greengass sway with each bounce she made. It was the penultimate Last Friday of the Month for his sixth year and the orgy was in full swing. As the Prince of Slytherin, Draco received attention from whichever witch he selected before the others in the house started. He typically just chose Daphne as she had been designated and accepted the role of the cockwhore for their year.
This month she decided to not face him as she rode him and Draco appreciated not having to actually fake his enjoyment this month. In all honesty, he had been completely faking for almost a full year now. None of the witches in his house matched the one in his fantasies. Slowly Daphne's features morphed from straight, blonde hair to a curly brown mess. Her small breasts grew to firm, round globes that bounced with each movement. Groaning, Draco reached around and grabbed the fantasy boobs firmly. The witch bounced faster feeling Draco's cock enlarge as he prepared to explode.
At the last second Draco reclaimed enough of himself to not scream out the name of the witch he was actually envisioning. Instead he grunted as he pulled the witch down and exploded inside her. She, in turn, came. Daphne, believing Draco's reaction had been to her and his acceptance her proposal of courting, turned to give him a kiss, only to have him lift her off of him.
"Go ahead to the rest and enjoy the night. I have rounds and some studying to do." Draco pointed the witch away and stood. He quickly cleaned himself and pulled his lounge pants up. Retreating to his room, Draco grabbed his towel and robe before heading to the bathroom for a quick shower. There was no way he would smell like sex tonight. After showering, Draco spent more time than was necessary on getting his hair to look perfectly messy before dressing and then checking his hair one last time.
Leaving the room, Draco skimmed the edge of the common room, he didn't want to get included in any of the debauchery that was occurring. He had seen it all before and it was no longer an excitement to witness. He quickly left the Slytherin House and went to the quiet sanctuary of the prefect office. He waited a little longer than he expected and was surprised when Granger wasn't in the room yet. She usually beat him. They always did the last Friday of the month rounds. A few minutes later, Hermione rushed into the room exclaiming her apologies for being late. Draco noticed her hair seemed a little more riotous than usual and was hiding the right side of her face. In her flustered state, she dropped her bag on the floor and spun almost as if she didn't know which way to face.
"No worries, I suspect like all these Fridays, we will be the only people not in our houses tonight." Draco smiled at the witch only to notice her gaze was averted and a disgusted look on her face. "Come on then, let's get started." Draco waved his arm toward the door only to see the witch winch and jerk away. The movement cause her hair to fly and a distinct red mark appeared on her cheek. Draco recognized the shape and given the size he deduced some guy had struck her. Anger did not express his true emotions. Murderous rage may be more fitting.
"Granger?" There was no response but to drop her head and try to cover the mark with her hair again. "Hermione? Please."
Shaking her head, "I can't talk about it right now. Can we get the rounds done so I can get into the library? I don't want to be in the Tower right now." Nodding, Draco motioned, more gently this time, to the door and they exited to begin their duties. After a couple hours, Hermione's emotional state had calmed as well as her physical reaction to whatever had happened before her arrival in the prefect's office. Her heart rate had finally dropped to something more acceptable and her breathing had returned to its usual rate as well. "Draco, would you explain something to me?"
"When haven't I loved explaining how incredible this world is?" His smile was not matched by the witch, which worried him. "Hermione?" She had stopped and looked on the verge of tears again. Suddenly, she rushed Draco sobbing. His immediate reaction was to open his arms and hold the witch with a grip that matched her own.
"I don't understand why witches and wizards in this school believe random sex is so acceptable. I've tried to understand it. Really I have. I've researched and asks others and every time the answer is 'I'm a prude' and 'I should just do it'. I'm not the fucking Nike brand manager. I don't understand why everyone refuses to listen and try to understand why I have concerns. No one cares and tonight, when I was trying to leave the Tower, someone grabbed me and pulled me into the den of inequity that normally is the common room. I got away but Ron slapped me and said he would just take care of it so I didn't have to pretend to not want it anymore. He doesn't care that I was raised to want to wait until I actually CARED about the person. Maybe a couple of years ago he would have been the guy but not now. Definitely not after this evening."
Hermione's rant stopped when her hiccuped tears took over. Draco led her to an obviously empty classroom. After silencing and warding the room, Draco sat with Hermione in his lap. He quietly rocked he girl until her hiccups subsided and the tears ceased their descent.
"I will explain everything I know, everything my father explained to me and what I really think about the 'last Friday of every month'. If you have any other questions, ask me. I will never lie or force you to hear or do anything. Are you ok with that plan?" Hermione nodded in agreement.
Draco and Hermione passed the 'acquaintance' category of friendship before the Yule holidays and now they were bordering more on the side of very close friends rather than just friends. Each used the other to gain a better understanding of the world they didn't know. Draco had learned about Hermione's favorite muggle school subjects first and then about all the sports in the muggle world. Hermione had spent time asking about politics, government and what she should expect after graduating. She had never ventured to ask him about this night, but now he seemed to the only wizard willing to explain. Draco started with what he knew Hermione would want to know first, the history of this night.
"The 'Last Friday of the Month' dates back to well before the Founders time. It is when witches and wizards share their life force in the most primal and intimate ways possible. Some of the wizarding historians believe it was a way for the early magical communities to ensure propagation of the community. The construct of marriage and before that, monogamy, is something that is more recent and the older communities didn't have any concept of what is now considered socially acceptable." Hermione nodded her head absently as she remained in Draco's lap.
"When the Founders opened Hogwarts the practice was so firmly accepted the students participated as well because at the time, the students were old enough to marry and start families. The name, 'Last Friday' wasn't applied until after the Gregorian calendar was accepted and Friday became the last day of the school week. Prior to that, the fest was held every twenty-eight days. It was the celebration of a moon cycle. As the magical world began to act more like the muggle world, the acceptance of the monthly orgy started to wain. This was primarily based on people desiring to be part of monogamous relationships. The formalization of the monogamous relationship morphed into marriages fairly quickly. Now this day is more archaic than what our ancestors did. Their actions were firmly based to keep the communities alive and provide the next generation. Now the students of Hogwarts merely needed a release."
Finally, Draco got to how Slytherin house does things. "I don't know about the other houses, but in Slytherin, the first through fourth years are sequestered in their rooms after eight in the evening. The stairs to the common room are warded to deny access to the younger students until after the fifth through seventh years have gone to their rooms. At some point it was decided sixteen was the age limit and again this was based on what society, as a whole, would deem sexual encounters as socially acceptable." Draco drifted into his memory of the summer after his first year. "I had asked Father what happened on the 'Last Friday of the Month'. He decided eleven was too young to understand, explained it was a privilege granted to the older years and conceded to explain it fully to me before our fourth year began."
Hermione was becoming engrossed in the story, the explanation no one had felt she needed to understand. So far it all made sense. She liked how Slytherin handled it with the younger students. It wasn't that way in Gryffindor, the younger students were just told to stay in their rooms. Not like any of them, other than Hermione, had listened.
"That summer came more quickly than I thought it would. Looking back, those years flew by, you know? Father was incredibly busy that summer and I had spent the summer waiting for him. Eventually I decided he must have forgotten and I was a little more wary to ask again. But three days before we left, Father appeared and we spent an entire day together. It is actually one of my most treasured memories. We spoke of this but also of every issue, worry and concern I had. It showed me how much my Father truly loves me." Hermione smiled and was pleased her friend had a better relationship with the man than what was portrayed in the public eye.
"Father explained exactly what the older students did on that night each month. It was, um, quite detailed and at one point, I am pretty sure he was telling me things he had personally done." Draco shuddered at the memory and worrisome thought that the witch in question was actually his mother. "I had started to notice witches near the end of third year and found a lot of the girls in the house were more annoying than attractive. I mean, they were cute and whatever, but I prefer having discussions and they all seemed to like to giggle and flip their hair." Hermione let out a little laugh at the disgusted tone in his voice.
"When he got to the explanation of why the fifth years were the first year to be invited to participate, I was confused. I was just going into my fourth year. It was like he was telling about this great thing but then I had to wait over a year to participate. It didn't seem fair at first. Then he went onto to explain that I was finding out now because of timing. The very last Friday of the school year, the current fourth years were invited to observe. Father did not want me to be surprised. Additionally, he explained that it would be up to me to decide if I would participate that evening or wait until the start of fifth year. Either way acceptable but any sex I would engage in would only occur within the walls of Hogwarts."
Hermione was pleased that Draco had a good relationship in order to have such candid and frank discussions with his parents. Her own relationship with her parents was similar. It can be a little embarrassing but in the end, that relationship was precious to her.
"Father was adamant that I only engage in that activity at school for a very good reason. Hogwarts is warded with protection spells ensuring any wizard under the age of eighteen would not be able to impregnate any witch. It had happened a couple of centuries before and the wizard was forced to marry the witch even though he was betrothed to another. Quite scandalous since the witch that got pregnant did so on purpose. Because of that event, the school erected very complex protection charms and wards to ensure it never happened again. Now the only time a Hogwarts student could get pregnant would be if they participated in some out of school pleasures."
It took Draco a few hours to explain everything he was told and his experiences in the Slytherin house. He told her of his first time (fourth year with a seventh year), when the novelty of it all began to wear off (the November of their fifth year) and why he still participates (expectations and boredom primarily).
Hermione sat quietly after hearing the explanation. She at least understood history now. "So you don't look on sex as a commitment with the woman you love? Is it just a means to the end?"
"Yes and no. I have no intention of marrying any of the girls in the house. It was pleasurable for the few times but now, well really after the first couple of months, it just became this thing. I participate because it's available and expected. But once the witch I want to marry and I have relations, I will never look at or touch another witch again. I think you'll find that once a magical finds the person they truly love, all the anonymous sex in the world means nothing."
This actually did make Hermione feel better. During the entire discussion she had remained wrapped in Draco's arms and felt very secure. Suddenly she gasped realizing once the hedonistic activities stopped in the Tower, her 'friends' would probably come looking for her. Scrambling from Draco's embrace, Hermione grabbed her wand and performed two complex charms, the first masked her presence and the second was a self created disillusionment charm intended to hide her from certain individuals. Namely those of the Gryffindor variety.
"Hermione? What were those charms? I had never heard of them." Hermione just shrugged and explained.
"Harry has this map and he can track anyone in the school. I figured out how to make the map ignore me but I do need to get to the library before Madame Pince closes. I sleep in the library this weekend every month. I prefer to avoid my housemates until Monday and all the lust has worn off."
"Not tonight, come on." Draco stood and reached his hand toward Hermione. After grasping his hand, Draco pulled her into a hug. "I'll keep you safe and you can sleep in my bed. I don't like the idea of you sleeping in the library alone. At least in Slytherin I can keep an eye on you." Not allowing the witch a chance to argue, he led her toward the steps. "If you want, we can watch a little of what happens and I will explain what is going on. I have no idea how it happens in the other houses, but in Slytherin we have order." Taking a deep breath, Hermione just nodded. Draco hoped her desire to understand would slightly override her deep Victorian-style upbringing.
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Entering the Slytherin common room, Hermione immediately noticed the differences between her observations of Gryffindors and the Slytherins. There was no vulgar language or rowdy laughter. The sounds here were filled with what one would expect in an orgy but it didn't seem as if one was trying to outdo another. The students behavior was similar in both houses, in that it was similar to how they carried themselves in classes but at the same time, they were markedly different. As an example, Daphne Greengrass, the quiet and reserved blonde who was Hermione's Arithmancy partner was completely naked. She was roughly riding one wizard's cock and had Theo Nott's cock firmly in her ass. She was kissing and groping the breasts of another witch who was seated on the face of the wizard whose cock Daphne was riding. Terence Hicks was behind the other witch; Hermione assumed his cock was impaled into that witch's ass as the whole group were moving as one. Even with all the cocks and breasts, touches and groping, Daphne still had an air of dignity about it. It was hard to explain but it was there. Hermione didn't want to take a step in any direction for fear of someone pulling her into the fray.
Draco was watching Hermione's reaction. Her eyes were large, almost the size of saucers, and her pupils were slightly dilated. Her breath hitched when mass that included Daphne reached the unavoidable climax. Draco held the watching witch a little tighter as her gaze shifted across the room. There she saw Millicent Bulstrode kneeling between the legs of Valerie, who was screaming in pleasure while firmly holding Millicent's face to her. When the witch finished her climax, she and Millicent switched places. It seemed everyone got their pleasure. Valerie, who was now giving, appeared quite adept at the task as it only took a few minutes before Millicent was moaning through her own climax. Once done, Valerie stood and moved to another group and joined in their activities.
While watching Millicent's show, Hermione had pushed herself back into Draco. Draco shifted just enough for his cock to not rub Hermione and give away his actual excitement. The activity may do nothing for him, but Hermione always did. His hand now sat across Hermione's waist holding her firmly to him. "Draco, is Millicent, you know, gay?" Hermione whispered the last word as if it was a curse. Not that she had any issues if it was the case, but she was surprised. After what she knew about how that was handled in Gryffindor, she expected worse for the ultra-conservative Slytherin house.
"Well, most of the people in the house are actually bisexual and are aroused by either gender. Millicent, is not the best looking witch in the house and she takes what she can get. As I said earlier, we have order and rules. One of the rules is if you are given pleasure you return it. That was what Valerie was doing. Nothing that happens here is unwanted. All the girls know that Millicent is a master at oral sex." Hermione just nodded as she caught sight of Crabbe and Goyle. They were standing on the opposite wall with their cocks in their hands. They weren't really trying to rub one out, just standing there holding themselves.
"What about?" Hermione inclined her head to Draco's former 'bodyguards'. Draco let out a little laugh.
"They are just waiting, like in a queue. Once Theo, Blaise and/or Terence leave their witches, Greg and Vince will step up to see if Daphne or Sophie will allow them to play." Hermione wasn't sure if the term play was accurate but she wasn't going to disagree. Right now she was still trying to focus on the activities and not on the fact that she was being tightly held in the arms of the one wizard she thought could be a match for her. Draco's gaze left the witch when he noticed Millicent's silent advance. A quick shake of his head redirected the other witch. He was not about to share Hermione.
As her gaze continued to shift over the room she noticed there were individuals indulging in the physical pleasures with guys, girls and both. Draco was right about the majority of the house apparently being bi. Hermione reflected on the openness here and compared to what she had been told in the past about how those in Gryffindor treated individuals who preferred the pleasures of the same sex. She only knew of one person in her house who admitted to being homosexual, and he was not longer held in a high regard. Neville refused to avoid this night, he would stand in the corner alone watching with sad eyes at the wizards who taunt and ignore him as they fucked whatever witch they could grab. Seeing how everyone was accepted in Slytherin made her sad and tears started to fall once more. This time, it was for her friend and not her own experience earlier in the day.
"What's wrong? Is this too much?" Draco began to pull Hermione toward the staircase when she finally shook her head. She explained how different Slytherin was and what Neville had told her. "Do you know who he fancies?" Unseen by Hermione, Draco's gaze shifted to his best friend. Theo was currently balls deep a fifth year witch with his eyes closed. Draco didn't have to guess what fantasy was playing through his head. Just like Theo would have known it was Hermione who Draco had visualized earlier in the night. Hermione, not wanting to break her best friend's confidence just yet, decided to avoid answering the question by posing one of her own.
"Can we stay a little longer? I want to be able to tell Neville how Slytherin treats their own. Unless I'm not allowed to share." Biting her lip as she turned to look at Draco, he just smiled before gently pulling her lip from her teeth.
"Of course we can." Draco spun her back toward the room and leaned himself against the wall while Hermione sunk into his arms. One of the other differences, was how the people made their approach. In Gryffindor the boys would walk up, grab the girl and just start rutting on them. Here, the wizard gave the witch the option and ensured she got her pleasure at least once before beginning to get his own. This was the same for the couples who were the same sex. The person approaching ensured their partner's pleasure before seeking their own. It was completely different and foreign to Hermione. As she watched the obvious respect between the individuals in the room, Hermione's body began to react subtly to the lust and activities in the room. As she watched Daphne ride Adrian Pucey, Hermione began to subtly mimic Daphne's actions and pace. Daphne was riding him slowly and each thrust took him completely into her. Draco felt the slight movements from Hermione's hips and his grip on the witch tightened as his body reacted to her movements.
Both couples were becoming lost to the pleasure. Adrain gripped Daphne's hips as he pulled her faster and harder onto himself. Draco's hand began to wonder and slipped under the waistband of Hermione's skirt. Hermione was no longer seeing the room but living out a fantasy she had with Draco. She felt it when his hand touched her skin for the first time. As it travelled down she felt herself getting more and more wet. She opened her legs to allow him access. His long fingers remained separated from her by her knickers. The lace set she was wearing didn't give much coverage but as he reached her core and sudden rush of desire burned through the witch.
Draco felt the wetness on the knickers increase as Hermione grabbed his hand. Draco's first reaction was to curse himself for the loss in control and pushing the witch too far. This reaction was negated when she pressed his hand firmly into her. With Hermione's hand firmly grasping Draco, he slipped his hand into her knickers and slid his fingers firmly between her folds. Finding her wet was expected based on what the lace had shown him. His fingers slid in rhythm to Hermione's own movements.
"Is this ok? I don't want you to feel any sort of discomfort. I'll wait until whenever you are ready. Even if that is after we marry. I know that sounds presumptuous but I've been waiting for the last year to ask you out. I'll admit it took your actions to tell me it was ok to proceed." With his fingers massaging skin that had only been felt by Hermione, Draco waited until the witch responded. Nodding her head furiously Draco chuckled. "I do need to hear the words, if you want this to continue you will need to say yes." Draco began to nibble lightly on the Gryffindor's ear. Whimpers were all that had escaped her mouth. Finally she was able to formulate a response to the Slytherin. She hoped it would convey exactly what she wanted, needed, him to know.
"Yes Draco. I do want this to continue. I want to know what it feels like to have another give you pleasure. Will it be different from when I touch myself? When I would spend the weekend in that little cramped room in the library, I would silence it and spend many hours playing with myself. I envisioned your fingers, your mouth, your cock. All gave me pleasure. I want to know if reality is better than my imagination."
Draco swallowed hard before continuing his ministrations. Pushing her hips back, Hermione finally felt Draco's cock as he shifted himself directly behind the witch. He pushed forward with a little thrust to allow her to feel what would eventually happen. Groaning Hermione tilted her head to the side and opened her neck for Draco. His lips were hot when they reached her neck. He nipped, licked and sucked on the tender flesh until his mark was obvious. He quickly captured her mouth as she screamed through her climax. His fingers were firmly planted in the witch as her body relaxed and the final wave of pleasure died away.
"I hope that was ok. I didn't think you wanted to scream with everyone in the room. I mean, no one would have noticed, but I think you would have cared." Draco took his other hand and ran it down his neck. Hermione just giggled and squeezed the fingers that were still buried deeply inside of her.
"Thank you for that. For all of it really, yes I wouldn't have wanted to lose control in the open." Draco nodded and slowly removed his fingers. He gently pulled the skirt away and removed the hand. He didn't want to lose any of her juices on her skirt. Licking his fingers clean, he groaned.
"I cannot wait to taste it straight from the source. Better than my fantasy really. I should recommend it to Bertie Bott. The Hermione flavor would be a best seller." Hermione smiled before hitting him.
"Come on, show me your room, I'm tired now and I would prefer to be already tucked in before your dorm mates return." Agreeing the pair silently made their way to the stairs not noticing their presence had been noticed by more than Millicent. Theo and Blaise were standing on the other side of the room, they had watched Draco and Hermione and knew the pair would consummate their relationship that night.
"Guess that makes you the next in line for first dibs next month. He won't be back." Theo nodded to Blaise's comment. Not that he really wanted to join in the activities any more than Draco did. Appearance really was important to the Slytherin.
"Yeah, you up for a little game of train?" Theo winked and nodded toward Sophie. Advancing toward the witch, who had just finished eating out Millicent, they smiled and pointed toward each other and her. Nodding eagerly, the girl bent over the table and widened her stance. A few moments later she felt a cock push its way into her. She believed it was Blaise, his was thicker than most in the house and this cock was making her feel quite full. A moment later she felt him go a little deeper. Pushing back she knew both of the wizards were in play. Theo was firmly in Blaise and Blaise was sandwiched between the witch and wizard.
"Theo, if you call his name, it's ok. I know he is who you are thinking about." Theo just nodded. He tried to not call out his name, until he actually spoken to the guy he didn't want to get his hopes up too much. The trio began to fuck. Sophie took Blaise deeper than he was normally able to get with each additional thrust from Theo. Her right arm was resting on the table holding her in position. Her left hand started to play with her breasts; twisting and pulling her own nipples. In the meantime, Blaise reached around and began his assault on the girl's clit. He rubbed the little button over and over until the girl screamed. Then he kept up the circles until she was whimpering in pleasure while his other hand was firmly groping her other breast. Theo also reached between he and Blaise. He rubbed the sensitive skin between Blaise's cock and the hole being filled by Theo's cock. After Sophie came the second time, Theo pushed Blaise into his own release. As the two others began to work off their release, Theo came and the whisper from his lips was a name.
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Hermione was led to the sixth year dorm for the Slytherin men. Entering she saw five beds and immediately knew which one belonged to Draco. It was the largest of the five and sitting along the top of the headboard were all the snitches he had captured. Each in their own case with the date, opponent and final score. They were the only gold in the entire room. Smiling, she stood on her tip toes and brushed her lips to Draco's. Smiling into the kiss the two held each other a little tighter.
"Come on let's talk about what happened downstairs." Draco removed his shoes before bending down to remove Hermione's. He helped her step out of them and directed her to the bed. They both sat facing each other. Draco waited until Hermione relaxed. "Nothing I did down there was because of the day. I have wanted you for almost three years now. That slap third year did me in. No other witch compares to you." Draco gave her a reassuring smile before reaching forward and holding her hand. Nodding Hermione sat for a few minutes just enjoying the closeness.
"As I said downstairs, I have been thinking about you as well. And while it is true I haven't been thinking about you as long as you have about me, it's still been long enough that I know what I want." Hermione stopped for a moment before continuing. This would be what decided if Hermione and Draco had a chance. "What I want, what I have always wanted, was a man who loved me. I really have no care if I wait for marriage or not but, I couldn't say that to anyone in Gryffindor. Had I said that, they would have been more forceful and I may not have been able to avoid participating." Shaking a little, Hermione stopped again. Without a word Draco moved so that he was holding the witch and turned them to lean against the headboard. They laid like that until she calmed. "I want a man who loves me, who won't finish and push me to another while he fucks the next girl he sees. If he loved me than the other witches should be meaningless." Draco placed his chin on Hermione's head.
"I agree. As I told her earlier, now that I know you and I are on the same page, other witches mean nothing to me. On the next 'last Friday' I will wait in the prefect's office for you. Or, hopefully, you and I will be together before and after the rounds." Draco suggestively wagged his eyebrows and made the witch laugh. "Finally, I've been waiting to hear that all night." Draco pulled Hermione to lay with him. They remained on top of the covers with their hands above all clothing.
"Were you serious about marriage?" Hermione's courage fled and she couldn't look at the wizard holding her.
"About waiting or just us getting married?"
"Both but more focus on the latter." Nodding Draco took a deep breath.
"As you are aware, my father can be a right asshole. He was raised to believe he was truly better than everyone else. He topped his class, was seeker and captain of the house team, won the Quidditch Cup his final year, was head boy and married the most sought after witch in Britain. Within a year of their marriage, he had his heir and was running the most successful company this side of the Atlantic. Everything about which he cared was evidence of what my grandfather had always said. Malfoys are the best. Given how he was raised, I was raised to believe the same thing. The difference between he and I was you." Draco hugged her before placing a kiss just below her ear.
"When you topped our class that first year, my father was furious. He wanted to know how a girl, a muggleborn girl no less, could best his son. All of my schoolwork was reviewed. And by all, I mean all the notes I took in class, every assignment, test and project. Father could find no fault in any of them. After some long discussions with Severus, my father eventually conceded that you were just as intelligent but your advantage was how you saw things. Your perspective was very different from mine. That is what gave you the advantage and led Father to decide I needed to experience your world. That was the first summer I spent anytime in the Muggle world." Hermione gasped and turned to look fully at the wizard. His eyes were closed as he continued his story.
"Severus took us. It wasn't as if he spent a great deal of time in the muggle world. But, he is a half-blood and had more knowledge. His home is in a more dodgy part of town so we would use that as the base of our trips but never stayed long. After a couple of trips, mother called Aunt Andie for help. She and Uncle Ted spent a month teaching us all sorts of interesting things. I really liked roller coasters. They are almost like flying. After that summer I had a slightly different perspective and that changed how I understood and documented some of my homework. Second year I was closer in scores to you. I took it as a victory. Father, while pleased I had closed the gap a little, felt it was important to learn more. The following summer, my cousin, Dora, took us to spend the entire summer without magic."
Hermione had met Nymphadora, or Dora, the previous summer during her one visit to The Burrow. Mrs. Weasley decided to throw a birthday party for all her children on the same day. All students from Gryffindor were invited. Hermione was happy to have met Dora. She was nice and really funny and it now surprised Hermione no one had mentioned Dora's relationship to Draco. "Is Dora's mom related to your mother or father? No one mentioned the relationship last summer when I met them."
"My mother, Aunt Andie was the middle sister. There was an older sister, Bellatrix. Aunt Bella was killed before I was born. From what I have been told, she was not the nicest of witches and while Mother and Aunt Andie miss her, I think they are both rather glad she is gone." Nodding Hermione didn't question any farther. "I'm not sure why they didn't mention the relationship, but that could explain why Dora was so pissy after her visits. She knew of my feelings for you. After meeting you, she was telling me about it and I gave myself away." Hermione giggled slightly.
"Every time I would ask about her family, Mrs. Weasley would change the subject." Draco grunted.
"Well, that explains it. Molly was betrothed, it was a cradle betrothal and she broke it be with Arthur. It caused quite the scandal. The only people that really stayed by her side were some of her Gryffindor friends. Uncle Ted was friends with Arthur and that relationship has remained. Aunt Andie doesn't much care for Molly Weasley." Draco shrugged a little and continued. "But the Malfoys don't much care for the Weasleys either. I'm not exactly sure what has been said in the house, but I'm sure the Weasel has made some comments about my family. We have an ongoing feud." Hermione's snort verified Draco's comment. "Yes, well, no one really knows who started it but both families have done things to the other. I saw no reason to perpetuate the fight. I approached the twins my first year and after some long discussions, they agreed the feud was ridiculous. I believe they have spoken with the three older one and all five agree. Not sure it really did me any good, Ron has point blank refused to concede his family did anything wrong and threatened to disown his brothers. I believe the response by the five older brothers was to laugh in his face." Draco shrugged a little before continuing.
"Dora told Aunt Andie who told my Mother about my crush. Mother told me I had made a wonderful choice. But, I was embarrassed to admit I hadn't asked you out yet. Mother sent me a note yesterday. Apparently, Mrs. Weasley has been trying to spread the rumor that you and Ron have an agreement." A small gasp escaped Hermione's lips. "I assumed it to be false since you do not seem to care for him in that way. I told my mother such and she said she would take care of it."
"What do you mean 'take care of it'?"
Draco shrugged a little. "It will be something Slytherin-esque and probably revolve around their social gatherings and making comments to disprove the Weasley woman's claim. It would also explain why some of the guys around here aren't acting on their attraction to you. The Ginger Orangutan has probably threatened them."
"Please tell your mother and aunt thank you from me. I would prefer if the wizarding world would not be expecting me to marry that buffoon. After today, I will endeavor to steer clear of him. I should probably inform my parents to not accept anything from them. That will probably be the Weasleys next move." Draco agreed.
"Tomorrow you can send your parents a note and I'll send one to mother regarding the situation. She and Father can address it with the Ministry. Nothing can be done without your approval." Nodding, Hermione took a deep breath of his scent. Her body instinctively drew closer as she snuggled into him. Draco began to place gentle kisses on her head until she looked up. Once their eyes locked, the world melted away.
While Draco had kissed her in the common room, this kiss stole Hermione's breath. This kiss was different but amazing none the less. There was no clashing of teeth or tongues. Their lips met softly and with gentle pressure Draco guided Hermione's lips to respond to his movements. Breaking for a breath Draco noticed Hermione's unfocused gaze and smiled to himself. Leaning in for their kiss, Draco's tongue pressed into the valley of the witch's lips. Giving over control, Hermione opened her mouth. The intensity of the kiss increased and Hermione's hands moved first. They lifted from where they rested on Draco's chest to around his neck. Her fingertips caressed his neck and moved to intertwine with themselves with Draco's hair. She gave a little tug to his hair; Draco's responding groan and thrust pleased the witch. She needed to know what he liked. Draco's other response to the tug was to grip Hermione a little more tightly. His leg pushed between hers and began to rub.
Hermione lifted her top leg and wrapped it around Draco's waist. With the little bit of leverage she gained, Hermione rolled to her back and pulled Draco on top. As they settled against each other, Hermione's other leg gave way and Draco was laying between the gates that had kept Hermione protected. He gave a little push and felt her immediate response. His hands travelled down to the juncture between her legs and lightly rubbed the lace covered area.
Pulling away from the witch's lips Draco implored the girl. "Do I still have your permission to touch you here? You have to say yes."
"Yes, always, you will always have permission." Draco began to increase his pressure on the girl until she came apart for him. Placing his forehead on hers, Draco released a sigh. "Ok, now I need to explain something to you about the castle." Draco grunted a little as he tried to adjust himself and grasped the little fingers that were trying to get into his slacks. "I need to explain this before we go any farther. Please, Hermione." Nodding the witch stopped her attempt to reciprocate. "On this night, the castle will not allow anything to happen unless both want it. That includes the removal of clothes. Since everyone was already naked when we showed up you didn't see it. At the beginning of the night, everyone removes their own clothes. This is the sign the castle needs; it's a type of consent. Additionally, the castle needs the individuals to accept any activity. That is why you saw people nodding. Now that you are aware, I will not request you to accept verbally anymore; that is assuming you do want to go farther."
"I'll give you my final verbal consent now. Draco, I consent for you to give me great pleasure. I want to know what your touch feels like on my body. What your lips can do to me. Finally, I want to know what it feels like to be filled with and by your cock. If the fantasy I have of you releasing into me is accurate or if it is better. I want you and only you Draco Malfoy." After her statement, Hermione wrapped her arms around Draco and proceeded to snog the sense out of the man.
"Well then, I think I'm ok with that." Smiling Draco jumped out of the bed and began to remove his clothes. Hermione sat stunned staring at the body that was being revealed, her frozen state prohibited her from starting to remove her own clothes. After removing his belt, Draco paused and looked quizzically toward the girl. Raising his eyebrow he stopped until Hermione acknowledged him. Shaking the obvious lust from her eyes, she blushed and began to unbutton her blouse. Draco stood still and watched as the shirt revealed a lovely cream lace bra. He held his hand out and helped her stand. After dropping the shirt on the floor, Hermione moved to her skirt. Standing next to Draco's bed in her best bra and knicker set, Hermione allowed Draco to gaze at her. With a smirk and quick movement, Draco stood in his green boxers. All Hermione could focus on was the obvious tent in the boxers and when she gasped when it appeared to move.
Dropping to her knees, Hermione looked to Draco who quickly stepped out of his remaining article of clothing. His cock bobbed and appear to strain even more as the witch moved closer. Draco released a shaky breath as Hermione's fingers caressed his member.
Whenever faced with a new challenge, Hermione wanted to understand it. While her studies at Hogwarts were focused on her magical side, she was still a girl who craved knowledge. Over the summers, Hermione continued with the standard muggle education curriculum. Between the biology and health courses, Hermione understood the physical nature of an erection. She knew it occurred when the man felt arousal. She had read different articles on what men liked and in the end, she decided it was up to the man. Now she just had to learn what her man liked.
She gripped his erection lightly and slowly began to slide her fist up and down. Looking up at Draco, she found he was straining. His eyes closed tightly, his jaw was set firmly and his hands were fists. Moving closer, Draco could feel her breath on his skin. He wasn't sure how long he would be able to last. He wasn't some thirteen year old seeing a breast for the first time. But this was Hermione and he didn't know if just her touch would send him into oblivion. Her grip was soft and her movements hesitant. It was almost like she was afraid he would run.
"Hermione, you can grip a little tighter or move faster." Draco more grunted than said his request. He was still holding onto that razor's edge of his restraint. She didn't respond verbally, she just tightened her grip. Since Draco's eyes were still shut he didn't know what was about to happen. Her gripped loosened again and then he felt warm and wet. Looking down, he saw Hermione licking him. Like a lollipop. At his head, her tongue dragged across and lapped the moisture that was sitting on his tip. She groaned at the flavor and opened her lips. His head fell slightly into her mouth and she gave a tentative suck. Draco responded in a string of curses as he held himself back from shoving himself down her throat. "Please don't do that yet. I don't think you are ready for what I want to do to you mouth. Gods, do I want to see my cock disappear into your swotty little mouth." Draco continued to mumble until Hermione interrupted him.
"If you want the image, open your eyes." She watched Draco as his eyes slowly opened. Once focused he looked to the dark haired girl on her knees and before he could do or say anything, she took his whole cock into her mouth. She adjusted slightly and allowed the tip to slip into her throat. Draco just looked, it really was better than his fantasy. What tipped Draco's control, weren't the fingers fondling his balls or the angelic look in the witch's eyes, it was when that look turned a bit devilish and she swallowed. Draco bucked forward to push himself farther in and exploded. He felt his release and the continued movement of her throat before there was stillness. Looking down once more, Draco found Hermione licking him clean. His slightly flaccid member, he had a half naked Hermione in front of him and there was no way he would be totally soft, was quite pleased with the cleaning it was receiving.
Sitting back on her heels, Hermione looked up to Draco and winked. Laughing at the gaul of the witch, Draco lifted her and tossed her on the bed. "Now it is time for a little payback, my dear." Draco took a moment actually look at the scene. Hermione lay on his green and black sheets in her glory. Her cheeks were tinged a little pink and her hair seemed to have grown. Her breasts, which were more than a handful, sat in a beautiful display of cream lace. The nipples were poking the lace and were evidence of her aroused state. His gaze traveled down her toned stomach to the matching lace knickers. Once to her knickers, Hermione's legs instinctively fell open. Those legs were also part of his recurring fantasies. Being the closet to him, Draco dragged his fingers from her knees to her ankles. They were soft and smooth. Hermione moaned at just his touch.
He stopped his perusal and waited for the witch to open her eyes. When she finally realized he had stopped touching her, she gazed back into his molten silver eyes. At the tilt of his head and drop in his gaze she realized that they couldn't go any farther until she removed her final pieces of clothing. She wiggled out of her knickers and rose to her knees to remove her bra. Once she was completely naked, she beckoned Draco to join her in the bed. They tumbled together onto the sheets in the same position they had been in earlier. Draco nestled happily between her legs and their lips locked in a heated kiss. Draco's fingers slipped between the pair and slid into the heaven that was her pussy. She bucked into him and felt his smirk through the kiss. Breaking the kiss, Draco sat up and leaning forward suckled and kissed each breast, before moving down to become more intimately acquainted with the girl.
He lick her top to bottom. After passing the hole, his fingers made their second entry as his mouth captured the small button at the top of her slit. The sensation was better than she had ever achieved on her own (or with her toy) and she trashed in response. Draco had set a muffliato charm earlier; her pleasure was for his ears only. As she came down from her high, she realized Draco's tongue was licking her clean. It was exactly what she had done to him.
Moving back up her body, Draco firmly cupped and fondled her breasts. She again started to moan and buck at his actions. He buried his face between her breasts and pushed them together. He kissed and laved the breasts until he was back to her nipples. While pulling the left nipple with his fingers, his mouth attached itself to her right. He sucked and licked it until she came again. Only then did he switch sides. After her third release, he sat and looked to the witch.
"Are you sure?" Draco was palming his cock waiting for Hermione's response. If this was as far as they went for a while, he could manage. If she was up for blow jobs, the rest of the year would still be good. Nodding, she reached up and managed to pull him onto her. Draco placed his tip at her entrance. "This may hurt but I do promise to go as slowly as you need." Nodding once more, Draco began to push himself deeper in to a warmth that only he would know. Meeting the only resistance he would experience this night, Draco shifted back and then with a fast hard movement he broke through and the pair stilled. Hermione took a few deep breaths and felt herself trying to stretch. She could feel the pressure of having him inside her but it wasn't painful. It was just a new feeling. After a few minutes she shifted her hips and that gave Draco the signal he was waiting to feel.
Draco took the pause as a relief. If he had just kept going he would have exploded much to quickly. Calming himself was easier than he had anticipated. Watching Hermione overtook his thoughts and when her eyes opened her hips twitched and pushed forward. Draco took her action as the go ahead it was intended to be. In and out. Quick and slow. Deep and shallow. Hermione opened and closed her mouth but nothing escaped. She had completely lost the power of speech. However, that loss was regained when Draco pinched her clit. She screamed through her orgasm as Draco thrust a handful of more time before he too roared his release. He slowly removed himself and summoned a warm washcloth. He could have cleaned her magically, but he needed to do this for himself. For her. For the girl he loved. After wiping her clean, he took a small amount of ditney and rubbed it on the inside of her channel. The tear healed itself and the blood stopped. With a final wipe, Draco kissed her clit once and pulled Hermione into his arms.
Hermione dropped off as soon as Draco pulled the covers over her body. She didn't hear him call his elf or ask him to get her bag from the prefect's office or to see if it would be possible a few more sets of knickers and bras to match those on the floor. The elf nodded happily and went off on his mission.
*LFotM*_*LFotM*
A/N Chapter 2 starts with the next day. The story itself covers about one week in total.