And so it is, just like it you said it would be
I
Prologue
Hermione had slid down the proverbial rabbit hole. She was in another world free of Voldemort and prophesies and duty and filled only with yearning. Her breath quickened in her chest and her stomach clenched. She gazed at the shirtless body of Draco Malfoy, her arousal marking why he had bedded nearly every girl in the school. His body was lithe and toned, and as white and marble like, not to mention as flawless as Michelangelo's David. His platinum blond hair fell across his aristocratic face as he strutted around their shared head's common room. His walked passed the sofa she was sitting on, sparing her a condescending glance, which turned into a devilish glare as a smirk crept up his face at the sight of her obvious lust.
Her head was pounding and her body temperature rose several degrees as she stared into his mercury-blue eyes. They were ethereal in the way his dark lashes contrasted with the translucence of the alluring metal-blue. He prowled over to her and lowered himself over her body, not making contact, but so close that she could feel the heat radiating from him and her body racked with discomfort, overcome by hormones. She squirmed for release, she wanted him to take her, to push his heat onto her, into her. Her voice was screaming shrilly in her mind for him to take her.
He lowered his sumptuous head and his lips brushed hers lightly and it was the feather that broke the camel's hump as she grabbed his neck and forced his body on top of hers. Time suspended, and she lost all feeling except the heat of his body pushing so wondrously against hers. His hard arousal burnt against her crotch. His tongue danced on her lips, performing feats which pushed her into giddy ecstasy. His tongue entered her mouth and he began to envelop her with his sweet movements of licking, sucking and massaging. All her mind could comprehend were two sources of simultaneous heated pleasure and desire- in her mouth and in her pants. She writhed her hips against him causing her arousal to send waves of pleasure through her. She continued to writhe and they continued to kiss. The two points of beautiful contact made Hermione moan and grunt. Then when she was brought to the point to eruption she screamed, "take me Draco."
He slowly peeled himself off her, lingering his erection against her for a few seconds then stretched lazily. Leering, he bent down and breathed hotness into Hermione's ear, "I don't fuck mudbloods." He sneered and tilted his head sideways and contemplated the aroused and devastated girl before him. "I just wanted to show you what you can never have."
Hermione retreated to her room. The sound of some Ravenclaw's amorous screams professing love and Draco's godliness brought her out of the proverbial rabbit hole, and back to reality where Draco was a sex god and she was an unattractive mudblood, who hated him.