AN: Okay, so this is a very mature story. Also, it's a little weird in the beginning, but I'll explain later.
Hermione sighed as the last waves of pleasure left her. It wasn't enough. It was never enough. No matter how many times she pleased herself, she was never fulfilled. She sat up on her bed and groaned as she felt her legs chill slightly. Her arousal was still on her and the sheets, mingled with her sweat. She got up and grabbed her robe from the edge of the bed. A nice shower would solve her problems. Until she needed to get pleasure again.
She pulled her robe on, cinched the sash, and walked over to the door to her room just as someone knocked on it. She opened it and was met with a wall of male muscle. Looking up, she found a pair of silver eyes of the Head Boy staring back at her.
"What have you been doing in here, Granger," the man asked. "Having an orgy?"
"Of one, unfortunately, Malfoy," she said, closing the door as she walked past him.
She left him staring at her as she walked to the bathroom. She started the shower and looked at herself in the mirror as the water warmed. Her cheeks had more color in them since that afternoon, and her skin wasn't as pale. Hermione had been feeling the aches all day. It had stared as a cramp in her wrist, moving to her shoulders, then her hips. It had continued to her head, then to her muscles. She'd barely been able to keep up her regular facade during classes.
Hermione slid her robe off and stepped into the shower. The spray fell over her body and washed away all evidence of her little self-pleasing session. She raised her hands and massaged her scalp, easing her headache away. The aches always left after a little session, but they always returned in the morning. Sometimes a day afterwards, if she had climaxed enough times the night before.
The door to the bathroom opened, making Hermione open her eyes. She calmly stared at Malfoy, though he wasn't as calm. His eyes were traveling up and over her body as she washed it with the soap. "Can I help you, Malfoy?" she asked, not even trying to hide her nakedness.
"What the hell is wrong with you, Granger," he said. It sounded a bit husky and Hermione shivered slightly inside.
"What do you mean, Malfoy?" she asked, turning so the spray ran over her back. She sighed happily as it hit a tight knot in the small of her back and began to ease the tension. Hermione looked over and saw Malfoy swallow hard.
"I mean," he said, "You're nothing like you were last year. You're not the reserved bookworm anymore."
Hermione turned and propped her hands on the shower walls as she faced him fully. "You know," she said. "You can't really say that with conviction, Malfoy. We were enemies before the war and you teased me a lot. You don't really have an unbiased example of what I was like to compare to, now do you?"
"Even from my biased opinion, you've changed. Something happened to you after the war, didn't it?" he said. "What? Did you finally shag Weasley, then?"
Hermione laughed and returned to her shower. "No, Malfoy," she said, grabbing the soap and lathering up her hands. "I did not sleep with Ron. Or Harry." She added the last before he could ask. She looked over at him and saw the way his eyes wandered over her body lustfully. She'd filled out since the last time he'd seen her, developing more in the chest area and growing into her curves. She'd seen many boys looking at her the same way when she walked to her classes. And none of them knew how torturous it was for her, not being able to do anything about it.
Hermione paused in her washing and turned the water off. "Do you really want to know what's different with me, Malfoy? Or don't you really care?"
He spread his arms. "I just walked in here and watched you shower because I'm curious about your change. Does that tell you something?"
"Yeah," she said, grabbing a towel. "You like to watch." Malfoy watched her as she dried off her body and wrapped her hair in the towel. She slipped on the robe and walked to her room. Malfoy followed and took in the rumpled sheets. Hermione sat on the bed and crossed her legs. "So," she said. "You want to know my change?"
He nodded. "How does one girl go from being a complete virgin, to someone who doesn't care if a man watches her shower in just three months?" He leaned against her dresser drawers as he waited for an answer.
Hermione took her hair out of the towel and began to finger comb it. "Well, after the war, Ron and I dated for a while. It didn't work out and I was heartbroken when we broke up. So, in a wave of rebellion, I went to a club and took someone home with me." Here, she paused and gave Malfoy a pointed look. "A woman."
Malfoy's eyebrow raised up and he whistled. "Gotta say," he said. "Didn't expect that."
Hermione shrugged. "She was hot, I was against men at the moment, and we went home and had sex." She sighed. "Unfortunately, I didn't realize that she was a succubus. Our sex had led to some sort of bonding and I became one, too."
Malfoy paused. "A succubus?" he said, sounding a bit disbelieving.
"Yeah," Hermione said. "You know. A demon that looks like a beautiful woman? She sleeps with people, then sucks out sexual energy as her food? Oh, right. We don't learn about them until next week."
"I know what a succubus is, Granger," Malfoy said. He stared at her for a moment. "So, you're telling me that you're a succubus now?"
"Yup," Hermione said, flipping her hair over her shoulder.
"And now you have to have sexual energy for food?"
"Right," she said. "Unfortunately, since I'm only part succubus and the other half is witch, I'm kinda stuck masturbating."
"Why not just have a guy shag you?" Malfoy asked.
Hermione smiled. He was taking this pretty well for someone who'd just learned that the new Head Girl of Hogwarts was part demon. "Because of my witch side, the magic and demon parts are at war. They've apparently settled on that, if I were to sleep with a man, I would no longer be able to sleep with anyone else, or I would starve from their sexual energy. I'd only be able to feed off the first guy."
Malfoy was silent for a while, lost in thought. Hermione tought the was taking it very well. She hadn't told Harry or Ron, yet. Lord knows how they'd react to all of this. Dumbledore knew, of course. That man knew practically everything. He'd suggested a potion to contain the aches, but Hermione had refused. It made her feel as if she had a disease or something. And there was nothing wrong with her. Except maybe being unsatisfied sexually.
"So, you're still a virgin," Malfoy asked suddenly, breaking into Hermione's rambling.
She laughed and said, "Yes, Malfoy. I'm still a virgin."
He nodded as he took the information in, and then said, "So what happens when you don't please yourself?"
"I get aches," she said. "I feel slow and I start to hurt in my joints and muscles. It happens every day, so I have to please myself every night. It wasn't that bad at home, where I didn't have to worry about anyone hearing me. But, now that I have to share a dorm with you, it's become sort of a hassle." She hid a smile as she saw how her bluntness made the Slytherin blush a little. Just then, a thought came to her. "Malfoy," she said, standing up.
"Hmm?" he asked.
Hermione walked up to him until she stood right before him. "Now that you know, you can't tell anyone," she said.
He chuckled. "Who would believe me," he said.
Hermione smiled. "And, there is one thing you could do for me," she said.
"What's that?" he asked.
She slid her robe off and let it fall to the floor of her room. "You could please me," she said, leaning forward in a way that she knew looked seductive.
Malfoy's eyes widened and he looked down at her body. "As in..."
"As in, Malfoy," Hermione said as she took his hand and placed it over the junction between her legs. "If I can't make the aches go away by pleasing myself, maybe you can do it by pleasing me. After all, you are the Slytherin Sex God."
Malfoy stared at her for a moment before laughing. "That's funny, Granger," he said, pulling his hand away. "But I'm not going to do anything to you. I'll keep your secret, but that's all I'm doing. You're still a muggle-born and I don't sleep with those." He turned and left her room, closing the door behind him.
Hermione let out a frustrated sigh and groaned. "Great," she said, as her body began to ache again. "Now I have to start over."
AN: So? What do you think? Hey, does anyone know where the title 'Slytherin Sex God' originated from? It's not in any of the books, I don't think. I'm just curious because I see it in a lot of fanfiction.
