Introducing the much requested sequel to Raging Sensation! I got a ton of people asking me to continue the original story and I finally got my act together and finished it! This is the first chapter of a two chapter sequel. The next one should be coming along shortly (assuming you like this chapter).

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Hermione was sitting in the Great Hall with her friends, ignoring them as they once again discussed some menial assignment they had been given in class. She was also trying to avoid glancing across the Hall at Malfoy, knowing it could only end in a blush. A week had passed since the Potions incident and she still found herself overwhelmingly embarrassed every time it came to mind. Which was, she had to admit, more often than she would have liked.

It was clear that Malfoy had seen her. All too clear, in fact. What frightened her was that he had done nothing about it. Nothing to blackmail her; nothing to expose her secret to the school. Nothing.

There was also the accompanying mortification of simply being caught in such an act, and in class, no less.

She still didn't know how she had let it happen. She was too sensible. It hadn't been vital that she masturbate in class. She felt herself turn a now familiar shade of dark red.

Still, one question weighed heavily on her mind. What would Malfoy do?

Earlier in the week she had tried to convince herself that he wouldn't do anything. Malfoy hadn't appeared to be seething with pent up blackmail ideas for the Mudblood, so what reason would he have to use this against her? This hope had been quickly dismissed as she considered the subject in the sentence. Malfoy. Of course he would use this against her. She was living day to day, in pure terror of the moment he decided to act.

This would ruin her reputation, not only at school, but in the Wizarding World. News spread quickly, especially when you were best friends with the Chosen One. She could lose bank loans, job offers, dates and respect. All for an orgasm.

"Mione?" she heard Ron question.

"Mm?"

"It's almost time for Potions. Didn't you say you needed to get your book?"

Hermione snapped from her anxiety driven daze and smiled at Ron appreciatively. She had indeed left her Potions book behind this morning, in her newly developed absentmindedness.

"Thanks for reminding me, Ron." She stood up, gathering her bag. "I'll catch up with you guys in Potions. See you later Ginny," she directed to the redhead in sixth year.

She heard her friends pick up the conversation where they had left off, glad they weren't picking up on a particular reason for her lack of concentration. It was most likely due to this conversation that not one of them noticed Draco Malfoy stand up not a minute later and follow her out the doors.

Hermione was only slightly out of breath as she ran back down the dozens of stair cases between the Gryffindor Common Room and their Potions classroom. She silently thanked the sorting hat for putting her in Gryffindor all those years ago. If not, this trek would have left her gasping for air and beet red.

However, it was also for this reason that, when she bumped into Malfoy just outside Potions, her blush was readily apparent. He had knocked her pretty hard, leaving her bag to spill out onto the floor. She became flustered as she grabbed for the lose parchment and quills that he been flung about.

"Sorry, Granger," Draco said as he bent down to help her. He looked up at her, making eye contact. If possible, Hermione became even more flustered. She couldn't read his expression but wasn't even sure she wanted to.

"Thanks, I've got it," she said, avoiding his eyes as he handed her a few sheets of parchment.

They both turned to go into class, no more than a moment late. Snape had not started the lesson yet and that was all that mattered to Hermione. They only had one Potions session a week, granted it was a double lesson, but after the last, she couldn't afford to miss any more.

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"The Fanged Geranium is notorious for it's violent outbursts, as is the Snargaluff, both of which are handled in the making of next week's potion..."

Hermione stopped taking notes for a moment in an effort to ground herself. She had been seated next to Malfoy at the back of the class. Having been late, their friends had filled their seats and were left with no other option.

Much to her discomfort, Malfoy had quietly insisted that she take the corner seat while he take the aisle. She didn't understand his reasoning but the fact that he had won in the end made her anxious. He blocked her view of most of the class but she didn't mind – she was planning on focussing this week in preparation for next week's potion.

Hermione pulled out a new parchment, leaving her filled one of the side to dry. As she poised her quill to copy the potion ingredients from the board, she noticed writing already on the sheet. She started visibly, sure that it had been blank a moment ago, and glanced around. Nobody within sight was looking at her.

She looked down again to the elegant handwriting that was most certainly not her own.

__Didn't take you for the type, Granger.__

She looked up from the table once again, confused. Someone was writing to her through a set of shared parchments. They had learned this short-lasting charm last year. It would keep two sets of parchment connected for a few hours. Any longer took a different, and far more advanced type of spell.

In her search to find the charmer, her eyes immediately met the cool grey ones of Draco Malfoy. She felt her face burst into flames.

He had to be talking about last week. There was no other explanation for his words. She hadn't done anything uncharacteristic in the few minutes that they had been sitting together.

__Cat got your tongue? I must say, you didn't seem quite so timid last class.__

Hermione was sure that even Snape would be able to hear her heartbeat by now. Blood was pumping to her face faster than it could drain, and the result was a horrified, humiliated, and speechless witch. She decided to play dumb.

--- I have no idea what you're talking about.---

__I think you do. And I've thought long and hard about what I want to do with this information.__

Right.

Hermione had been waiting for this moment all week. It was almost a relief, knowing that it would soon be over with.

---I'm sure I have no idea what you're talking about--- She wrote back after a pause. Draco apparently chose to ignore her denial this time around.

__Do you want to know what I want?__

Hermione gave up her pretence. He was obviously certain of what he had seen. There was no hesitation coming from him, even after her denial.

---In exchange for what?---

__My silence.__

A pause.

---What do you want?---

Hermione wasn't sure if he was actually pausing, delaying this torturous moment, or if she was simply imagining it. At any rate, it seemed to take him forever to respond.

And another few seconds for her to gather the courage to look at her parchment.

__I want you to do it again.__

Hermione's stomach clenched in an automatic reaction to his request. How DARE he? She felt her cheeks heat again, this time in anger.

---You think I would LOWER myself to get you off? You pervert. You think you're so high and mighty. Turns out you need to use blackmail to get your jollies.--- She scratched this quickly and angrily. She knew he would understand the tone of the note before it even appeared on his paper, because of her body language.

__Let me make this very clear for you, Granger.__ Hermione glanced over at him surreptitiously. He was completely serious.

__Either you do as I ask, or you spend the next several years of your life in shame, not to mention achieving a failing grade in your final year of Potions.__

Here was something Hermione had not even considered in the panicked haze that had been her week. She would be kicked out of Potions. She wouldn't pass, or even take her N.E.W.T.S. That would be unacceptable. She felt her resolve waver. She quickly decided not to let him see the vulnerability he had just awakened.

---I am not doing it.---

__Funny Granger, I thought you would have a better plan for the future.__

She didn't know what to do. No book she had ever read had covered this, and her common sense didn't seem to have anything to say on the matter, either. She tried to take a step back and see the situation objectively.

Option A: She could tell him to bugger off and have this secret spread throughout the school and community. Pros, she wouldn't have to touch herself in front of Malfoy. Cons, she would live in infamy for the next few years.

Option B: Masturbate in class. Granted, this time she would be hidden from other prying eyes, as she was in the back corner, but she would be putting on a solo show for Malfoy. Pros, her secret would die with him. Cons, she would –

Wait. Another thought interrupted her mental categorization and she scribbled it down before thinking the action through.

---How do I know you won't just tell everyone regardless?---

Shite. She shouldn't have written that. Now he knew she was considering it, instead of rejecting the idea at its root. She chanced a glance over at him. The little bugger was smirking, as if he knew he had already won.

__You'll just have to trust me, won't you?__

She knew he was right. She couldn't very well demand anything, not in the position she was in. She was going to have to give in to his demands and pray to Merlin that he had a scrap of honour. And so it was that, in complete resignation and shame, she moved her quill over to her left hand in hopes of maintaining the pretence of writing. Her right hand moved slowly to the bottom of her skirt and crept up.

Hermione was trying to keep as much covered as she could, and made sure then the skirt flipped over her fingers to cover their action.

She had realized the second Malfoy suggested this that she would not be turned on. There was no way. She didn't care if some girls found masturbating in front of someone arousing – she was not among them. Her current plan was to use the skills she assumed she had been born with, and fake it.

__Now tell me, who were you thinking about last week?__

Well.

She hadn't counted on that. Malfoy was going to 'talk' to her while she did this? She bit her lip uncomfortably and avoided making eye contact.

__Was it Weasley or Potter?__

She swallowed hard and moved her fingers against herself, not aroused but horrified. How did he know?

__You were so wet, you couldn't help yourself, could you? What were you thinking about? Did Weasley bend you over and take you from behind while Potter thrust his hard cock into your willing mouth?__

Bloody hell. Hermione felt her pussy clench at the image. It was wrong. Why was Malfoy talking about her best friends, anyway? How could he possibly know she wanted them; either of them?

__Or maybe it was a Slytherin. Were you imagining one of us? Kissing hot trails down your tight body, flicking your swollen clit with a moist tongue?__

She was stuck somewhere between intense arousal and extreme discomfort. Boys didn't talk like that. Not to her, at any rate. Harry and Ron had always been nothing but gentlemen. Sometimes she would catch them being crude with each other, as boys were known to do, but never, ever, had she heard somebody say what Draco was writing on their connecting parchment.

And never had she experienced the shiver of lust she felt run through her.

She glanced at Malfoy and saw him looking back. Astonishingly, he seemed hesitant.

Her mind reeled in confusion. She had no real experience with men and didn't know how to properly read the situation. She had thought he was in control. That he was dominating and loving it. But his uncertainty made her take a second look.

Malfoy had a slight blush high on his cheekbones, was shifting intermittently in his seat and generally seemed a little nervous. It was... Almost endearing. Aside from the whole 'blackmail' thing, of course. He seemed to be scared of her reaction. He wanted to do this, but didn't quite know how to go about it without... Offending her?

Hermione liked this side of Malfoy far more and, hormones taking over, allowed a tiny grin to pull at the side of her mouth. She licked her lips and bit her lip.

Seeing this, Malfoy smirked widely and went back to his parchment. She thought that maybe, for a second, he looked relieved and almost happy. Then, with anticipation, she looked back to her own parchment to see what he was writing.

__So, who was it? A Gryffindor? A Slytherin? Or maybe my dirty Gryffindor slut was thinking about Snape?__

Hermione grimaced at the page and then up at Malfoy. He seemed pleased that it hadn't been Snape and poised his quill once more.

__Was it me, I wonder?__

She sucked in a deep breath and felt her entire body warm. She knew where the one-way conversation was headed.

__If it wasn't, it will be from now on.__

Hermione felt wanted. She knew the Malfoy just wanted to get off in class, but he wanted to get off to her. That was something no boy had ever wanted before, and it made her feel attractive. She started to move her fingers in earnest, anticipating the upcoming words. He must have noticed because his next words made her arch into her hand.

__Are you thinking of me already? I can tell you're getting hot; your cheeks are flushed and you're breathing harder. I can't see your cunt, but I can smell it. Your scent it wafting into the classroom. What if someone smells it?__

She sucked in a deep breath while readjusting her hand in her knickers. They didn't leave much room to navigate and it hindered her movements. Again, he noticed.

__Take your knickers off, Granger. Slide them down those creamy tight thighs, to the ground. Then spread your legs for me.__

She knew she had to do what he told her, and told herself that was exactly why she followed his instructions. Not because the thought of not wearing any panties under such a short skirt make her even wetter. No, she repeated to herself, it was because she had to.

As they dropped on the ground, she looked to the parchment for more instructions. There were none, prompting her to look to Malfoy. He motioned vaguely but she understood. He wanted her knickers. Bloody hell.

She bent under the desk, figuring that it would appear to Snape as though she had dropped her quill, and retrieved them. She handed the white cotton bikini briefs to the Slytherin, looking into his eyes as she did so. He looked into the class for a split second, making sure they had not attracted any attention, and brought the panties to his face. As he smelled them, he groaned so lightly that Hermione almost mistook it for an exhale. Her observation was quickly proven when he put the knickers in his pocket and adjusted himself in his trousers.

He was turned on by her scent, she realized. This made her feel more confident. Without his prompting, she turned her lower body and hooked one leg over the bench. She was now straddling the bench, exposing her bare and increasingly wet pussy to her blackmailer.

She saw him swallow hard and his mouth opened a sliver, his eyes fixated below her skirt.

She couldn't believe what she was doing. She was giving in to his demands, his blackmail, and most importantly, having her first real sexual experience. She didn't care that they hadn't touched, this was private, personal, and sexual.

Her skirt was flipped up now, showing off her soaking cunt and increasingly wet fingers. Hermione noticed him staring and scooted closer to Malfoy to cool her nerves. They were much closer than societal norms would allow in a classroom but at least his eyes were now directed higher up. As his eyes roamed her body, noticeably lingering on the visible sliver of her flushed chest, she allowed her eyes to do the same.

There was no denying that Malfoy was a man. He had finished off puberty quite nicely around the middle of last year and was now the envy of most Hogwarts boys, and the wet dream of many Hogwarts girls. His broad, filled out form did not seem out of place on his tall figure. Blond silky hair that he finally wore in an appropriate style instead of slicked back. And the arse. Hermione was ashamed to admit this of her childhood enemy, but she had long admired and, yes, even leered at, Malfoy's arse.

And this Adonis, she thought as her eyes settled on the obvious bulge of his crotch, was hard for her. This shot another wave of pleasure through her, causing her hips to jump under her hand. It took everything she had to hold back a moan.

She saw him looking at her out of the corner of her eye and immediately met his eyes, embarrassed. Merlin, he had caught her looking at his cloth covered erection. She coloured immediately. To her surprise, he didn't laugh or even smirk. He, instead, grabbed her right arm and pulled her hand away from its vigorous activity. She whimpered quietly at the loss and her hips continued to move along the wooden bench involuntarily, seeking contact.

She heard Malfoy's breathing speed up at, what she assumed was her wanton display. She couldn't bring herself to feel self-conscious.

His eyes were now firmly locked downwards, seeking a pleasurable view. It would be clear, if Snape were to look at them now, that his attention for focussed elsewhere. Instead of snapping to, Malfoy moved his own hand to replace hers.

This was a new experience for Hermione, and not at all an unwelcome one. She felt his tentative fingers explore her slowly, gaining more confidence as her lower body arched into him. She let out a pathetic gasp as he sunk his long index finger into her and slowly, so slowly, pumped it a few times. She had closed her eyes and was sucking on her lower lip when she suddenly felt his withdraw his hand.

She looked up concerned, as she had been approaching climax. She saw him leaning over the desk, both elbows on the wooden surface, as his clean hand supported his forehead. He looked flustered.

With her pussy soaked fingers, she picked up her own quill and wrote a quick, ---What?---

Malfoy looked down at his parchment and swallowed. __Give me a minute.__

Hermione thought she understood and took the opportunity to take a much needed jab at him.

--- Getting to be too much for you, Malfoy?---

The blond met her eyes and smirked at the challenge.

She replaced her quill on the desktop and immediately snaked her fingers back down to her wet pussy. She then watched as he followed her example and, with his left hand, grabbed his hard cock through his trousers. It was her turn to swallow hard as the outline of his erection became evident underneath the thin material. She had no basis for comparison but Hermione would be willing to bet that his size far exceeding the average.

He didn't stroke himself, only tightened and loosened his grip. Hermione didn't have the presence of mind to wonder why, and just kept her eyes fixated on his cloth covered cock as she moved her fingers faster and faster over her clit. She was losing control and she knew it, but for once, she didn't care. She let herself fall.

She tried to remain conscious of the fact that she was in her Potions classroom as she felt the beginnings of orgasm, and brought her fist to her mouth, biting it in an attempt to quiet herself.

At the last second, she looked up at Malfoy, brown eyes meeting grey, and came hard.

She silently thanked Merlin for her forethought of biting her fist as she felt her cunt clamp down and her clit pulse. The wave of her orgasm swept through her, each of her extremities first going numb, and then tingling with pure ecstasy. She didn't know how to cope with an orgasm this strong and felt herself go relatively limp.

Strong hands caught her before she could fall from the bench, and she felt herself being steadied so that she was able to support herself.

Trying to catch her breath, she looked at Malfoy. He seemed statuesque. Not in his actual stature, but more so in his complete lack of movement. He seemed frozen, staring straight at the front of the class, the only visible movement being his jaw, which kept clenching and relaxing.

"Miss Granger, are you unwell?"

Her head spun to the front of the room. Snape was paused in his lecture, looking at her with disdain. She quickly assessed her posture and realized she was still hunched over, breathing erratically, and most probably, quite red.

Oh Merlin.

"I don't feel too well, Sir. May I be excused?" Her voice trembled as she spoke.

"I'll go with her to make sure she's okay, Sir," she heard Harry speak up from the front of the class.

Snape acknowledged them with a dismissive wave of his hand and continued his lecture.

Silently cursing Harry's kindness, she gathered her books and parchment as quickly as she could manage with shaking hands and slung her bag over her shoulder. As she stood, still straddling the bench, she happened to glance down. She was absolutely and completely mortified to see a large wet patch on the bench where she had sat. Of course, had she been thinking logically, she would have realized that straddling a bench in a skirt with no panties would have this result, but she clearly had not been thinking logically.

She rushed from the room, barely brushing Malfoy on her way out, but enough to notice him tense further, if at all possible, at the contact.

"You okay, Mione?" Harry asked the minute they stepped from the class.

"Yeah," she replied shakily, "Just a little peaky. I just need to rest for a bit." She was very conscious of the fact that exactly one week previous, she had been soaking wet for Harry.

As the two walked the halls of Hogwarts, she was still feeling the tremors of her orgasm. She was uncomfortably aware of her bareness underneath her skirt as every step she took up the stairs exposed her glistening and pulsating cunt to the area below. Never mind the smell she knew to be coming from her wet pussy. She just had to make sure Harry stayed ahead of her at all times.

This plan was more easily put in theory than in practice. She once again cursed Harry for being so attentive and caring as he slowed to her pace, asking once again if she was feeling alright.

Her nerves jumped as he rested his hand on her lower back, to guide and support her. Her mind quickly calculated that Harry was about six inches from her pussy, with absolutely no layers of clothing in between.

To her horror, she felt her cunt drip to her thighs, lubricating them. The continuous walking had her thighs rubbing together, spreading the juices. Her overflowing pussy was squishing together with every step, in painfully erotic ways.

She felt sure that her pupils were dilated as she, for the second time that week, imagined herself with Harry. It was inevitable, really. He was already the subject of many of her fantasies and to push them together when she had been so aroused beforehand had simply been a bad idea.

She wanted so badly to push him against the nearest flat surface and have her way with him. She remembered her earlier fantasies in Snape's classroom and had to take a deep breath to keep steady. That didn't stop the invading images of her friend pounding roughly in to her from behind. His long hard cock easily piercing her soaking wet and swollen pussy and filling her as her body was craving.

Hermione felt completely outside herself; her mouth was watering more than usual, her breathing had once again sped up, and all she could picture was Harry.

Her Harry.

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Well I hoped you enjoyed this chapter. There's one more coming, and then that will be it for this little Hermione-centered adventure. I already know exactly what happens in the next chapter (you probably do too...) so it shouldn't take too long to pound out.

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