Late Returns
written by: albe-chan
DISCLAIMER: This is a work of fiction and I do NOT own Harry Potter or any of the characters mentioned, I am making no money from this, and any similarities with real life are purely coincidental. This work will contain MATURE THEMES, such as coarse language, mature subject matter (scenes containing graphic sex, nudity, etc.), and/or violence. Please, if you are not over the age of 18, or of majority in your country, DO NOT READ THIS! You have been warned!
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Draco Malfoy almost choked. He'd come to the Library to return some books he'd pulled earlier in the week to help the little Second Year from Slytherin who'd worried herself into a fainting spell after she'd gotten her period for the first time. And, since he'd had almost no expertise in the area of young women and the onset of their menstrual cycles, the blond pureblood had done a mountain of research to assist the little girl from his House. Draco supposed it was part of the territory, being a Head of House, to deal with myriad student problems that were entirely unrelated to his technical job requirements as Potions teacher. Even if it unnerved him. But after he'd sat the girl down, explained it all, and sent her on her way with a litany of useful hints, he'd wanted nothing more than to return the slightly disconcerting books to the Library and push the whole incident from his head.
Which is how he'd found himself, at almost midnight, in the Library in the first place. It wasn't as though Draco disliked the Hogwarts Library, not in the slightest. After teaching at the school for the last five years, he'd even come to terms with interacting professionally with the sometimes overbearing, often strict, librarian. He just never imagined, in his wildest fantasies, he'd walk in and find said librarian, the swotty Hermione Granger no less, in the position he found her in.
Draco could admit, as a mature adult wizard of twenty seven, that he found Granger attractive. Her hair had calmed as she matured, into a nest of enticing golden brown ringlets, and she'd developed, as he'd heard from more than one student since Granger took over as the school librarian three years previous, a helluva body since he'd last seen her when they were still war-ravaged teenagers. In fact, it had become common knowledge for the young males of Hogwarts, whom Draco barely refrained from hexing at times, that Hermione Granger was hot. Draco, although he acted in front of his students as if he didn't notice or care, had to agree. Granger was all long, shapely legs and pert, luscious arse under the pencil skirts she wore as she haunted the stacks of the Library, with firm, generous breasts under her conservative blouses and cardigans. She smiled easily, lighting up a room, and even when she scowled and brought the fury of her wrath upon him after a Slytherin student had been caught doing inappropriate things in the Restricted Section, Draco admitted she looked good.
He had always admired her magical prowess, and after he'd met her again three years ago, at the start of term feast, and taken in what had to be one of the best figures he'd seen in awhile, even under her prim, conservative attire, Draco had found himself irrevocably attracted. Of course, she was a fellow member of faculty, and he'd kept any indications of his desire for her strictly to himself, he had found, as the years passed, she'd become the star participant in his dream time sexual exploits, and he'd wanked off more than once, or a dozen times, thinking about her while he showered.
But Draco knew his attraction would only ever be one-sided, and had kept it all to himself, even if he'd come to a tentative friendship with Granger in the years they'd worked and lived together in the castle. There was simply too much, mostly unpleasant, history between them. And while he maintained his air of cocky confidence he'd always had, he doubted Hermione 'Golden Girl' Granger would ever want anything more than mutual respect and friendship with him. He might be the youngest male member of staff, and still good looking, fit, and disgustingly wealthy to boot, but Draco doubted she would ever view him as anything more than the pratty ferret who'd antagonized and bullied her at school. Or, perhaps worse, the Death Eater who'd loathed her existence during the war and stood by while she'd been tortured in his drawing room by his deranged Aunt.
Until that night, at minutes after midnight when everyone else in the castle was presumably asleep, and he'd walked into the Library to reshelve the books he'd borrowed, Draco hadn't even been sure Granger had any interest in any member of the wizard population, let alone him. She was always so very proper, and bookish, and adamantly single, he's honestly started to think of her as completely asexual. Which was a sodding shame, her reckoned, what with the curves she had, and that plump pink mouth he found far too distracting. But, as he stood there at the end of the row, his mouth parted, silvery grey eyes wide with shock and glued to what he couldn't believe he was seeing, Draco realized how very wrong he'd been. Because there, sitting up on the study table and looking more enticing than the Halloween feast, was Hermione Granger, pleasuring herself in the darkened Library.
Her eyes were closed, her lush mouth was parted as she panted, and her long curls were in mussed, glorious disarray around her shoulders. The curve hugging pencil skirt had been shoved up, over her hips, her blouse still tucked in but unbuttoned, revealing a sexy little black lace bra that her nipples strained against, and her matching knickers were in a little heap on the floor between her spread thighs. Draco felt his cock swelling in approval, straining to be released from his trousers and buried inside the witch only meters away.
Hermione's chest heaved as she pleasured herself, the fingers of her right hand stroking her clit in a hard, fast motion, while the left flicked and teased her her nipples through the lace of her brassiere. But it was the bright green, vibrating dildo that slid in and out of her mouthwatering, slick pink pussy, obviously charmed to do so, that Draco couldn't look away from. His hard prick twitched and he unconsciously pressed his palm to it, biting his lower lip to prevent himself groaning. A distant part of his brain told him to turn around and leave, that he would be in for the dressing down of a lifetime should Granger open her eyes and spot him, and that he was being not only creepy but horribly perverted by watching her. And yet, Draco couldn't move, or look away, as he stood there and not so covertly ground his palm against his hard on.
For her part, Hermione seemed utterly lost in her self ministrations, and Draco bit his lip harder still as she let out a soft little moan, barely audible in the silence of the Library over the sweet symphony of the dildo fucking her wet pussy. He felt his own breathing going uneven and heavy as she pinched her nipple, and none too gently and whimpered, and he very carefully, without looking, set the books in his left hand down on the shelf beside him.
Long, pale fingers stroked his cock through the confines of his pants, and he let out a silent huff of arousal and Hermione arched and wriggled atop the study table, spreading herself further still, and the dildo began to pick up the pace. The brunette witch moaned again, the wet sounds of fucking growing and Draco licked his lips as he rubbed himself, wondering what that sweet, glistening pink pussy with it's neatly trimmed crown of curls would taste like. And then, just when he felt like he might come, the dildo began pounding into her, his fingers blurring as she frigged her clit, and Draco gasped audibly as Hermione moaned, right as she appeared to be coming. "Oh fuck, Draco, yes!"
For one glorious moment, the blond stood there, shock rooting him to the spot, and then, before his brain could stop him, or even warn him not to, he was moving toward the obscenely splayed witch who seemed to be fighting the urge to cry out as her orgasm crested and faded. Her intelligent, heavy lidded eyes flew open and widened in shock as Draco reached her, and she gasped, but the blond couldn't stop himself, even as his brain screamed for him to turn and run and simply file away the delightful memories as the best deposit to his wank bank in a decade. "You know, Granger," he said, his voice rough with arousal, as his hands automatically undid his belt and trousers, "if you needed a good fucking, all you had to do was ask."
"I-" she began, looking equally confused, and embarrassed, and shocked still, and then her mouth worked, as if trying to find the right words. Draco smirked a tiny bit as her eyes dropped from his face to his crotch, and he watched her tongue darted out to moisten her lips as he pushed his boxers down and out of the way with his left hand and, with the right, reached out and grasped the dildo that still vibrated within her, but had slowed to a gently rocking pace once more.
"And," the blond continued as he slowly, teasingly, withdrew the toy from her very wet, mouth watering pussy, meeting her gaze once more, seeing the fiery burn of her embarrassment on her cheeks and the glimmer of unslaked lust in her cinnamon brown eyes, "if you're going to fantasize about me, you're going to need something a little larger next time."
"Draco," she whispered, making as if to sit up, but he merely swiped the slick tip of her dildo across her parted lips, groaning as she, seemingly unconsciously, darted her tongue out to taste herself. "Please," she breathed, taking the dildo from him and setting it, now unmoving, beside her on the table.
"Fucking hell," he grunted, and tried to convince himself this was really happening and he'd never live down the shame if he came in the next ten seconds. He grasped his erection in one hand, the other sliding up her inner thigh, and teased the bulbous head against the slick furrow of her sex. Hermione laid back before him, chest heaving as he eased the tip into her sweet, wet heat and then, to his delight, reached up and unsnapped the front closure on her bra. The black lace parted with a brush of her fingers and Draco moaned as he pushed himself halfway into her oh so tight pussy, withdrew, and then thrust home hard enough to make her plump, pink tipped breasts jiggle. Her eyes rolled back and Draco grasped both her hips as her dripping sheath fluttered around his cock.
The pureblood knew he'd never last, and so he went for it, pulling out almost completely before thrusting hard back in, mesmerized by the way her tits bounced with his unforgiving pace. She groaned, teeth sinking into her bottom lip and Draco grunted, using her body for leverage as he fucked her silly, right there in the Library. The wet sounds of her soaked pussy being pummelled were like music to his ears, the harsh, panting breaths spilling from their mouths a sweet harmony, and he knew it wouldn't be long before his undersexed self lost the battle against coming. "Yes," Hermione whispered, and when Draco managed to pry his gaze from the hypnotizing sight of her naked breasts, he saw her looking at him, eyes glazed.
"Do you like that, Granger?" he rasped in a rough whisper, snapping his hips harder, drawing a hoarse little mewl of satisfaction from her. "I can tell you do," he rumbled. "I can feel that hot perfect pussy clenching and dripping." Hermione moaned again, tongue darting out to wet her lips again.
"Don't stop," she breathed.
"Not until you're screaming for me, Hermione," he ground out between gritted teeth, even as his control wavered. She arched her back and clenched his dick, and he reached down to swirl the pad of his thumb over clit. "I'm not going to stop until you come all over me," he growled.
Hermione's eyes flew open and she looked shocked, and Draco smirked, but didn't pause. He pounded her hard and fast, flicked her clit again, and watched her shudder. "God, yes, Malfoy, I'm so close," she moaned.
Draco felt his balls tighten, pulling up, and knew he was past the point of stopping. He was going to come, but he tried to stave off the inevitable to watch her fall apart from ecstasy again. "That's because your pretty little pussy like a nice pet, doesn't it?" he crooned. "Now be a good girl and come for me, Hermione," he snarled, thumb swirling hard and fast and unceasingly, in a tight spiral like he'd seen her do to herself, and right as the molten heat fizzed up his spine, he heard and felt the witch beneath him and around him clench and tremble and come for him, just like he'd told her.
His own orgasm slammed into him like a white-hot curse, making his teeth grit together hard enough he feared he may have cracked one, and he muffled his roar of completion behind closed lips as he shot pulse after pulse of come into her willing body, forcing his eyes to remain open as Hermione arched and cried out before slapping a hand over her mouth to muffle the sounds.
At last he collapsed, bracing himself on his elbows over her, both panting like they'd sprinted a mile in a minute, the sweat he'd worked up cooling into an itch on his neck and between his shoulder blades. His knees felt like jelly and his cock, still buried in her, was deflating from bliss, but Draco, who doubted he'd ever forget the last several minutes, couldn't help but smile. He'd just had, by far, the hottest sex of his life with the swottiest, prudish witch he could imagine.
"Wow," Hermione finally mumbled as he at last withdrew and stood, locking his knees to remain upright. Draco took a step back and looked at her, legs still spread obscenely, her well-fucked pussy still on display for him, and then the dazed witch sat up. Her breasts, still uncovered, heaved as she tried to get her breathing back to normal, and Draco quickly waved his wand to clean himself up and tucked his sleepy prick back into his boxers. As he refastened his trousers, the brunette witch slid off the table at last, pushing a hand through her hair and tugging her skirt down.
"I'm not sure I've ever seen you so speechless, Granger," Draco teased, and Hermione's brows pulled together in a glare as she fastened her bra and started on her buttons.
"I'm not speechless, Malfoy, I simply have nothing to say after...that." Her pink cheeks belied her stern, scoffed words, and Draco could only grin. Then he reached down, picked up the scrap of lace that was her panties, and held them out with a single finger.
"Don't forget these," he said teasingly, watching her blush deepen. "Or that lovely toy there. I'd hate for one of my Seventh Year boys to stumble across them and know just how depraved the school librarian is when she thinks no one's around."
"You were so much more enjoyable when you weren't talking," she snarked, snatching up her dildo and panties. "Goodnight, Malfoy."
She made to brush past him and Draco felt a stab of something like regret. He doubted she'd be interested in more than a one-off, but her dismissal stung nonetheless. "That's it? Not even a thank you?" he said, arching a brow as she paused at the end of the row, right beside where he'd left the books he'd meant to return.
"Not tonight," she said crisply, and Draco felt his hopes die. He told himself not to pout, because that had been phenomenal and he could die a happy wizard now, with those images to wank off to every night. And then Hermione Granger, bookworm and Golden Girl of Gryffindor, turned to look back at him over one shoulder, and a devious smirk slid across her plump, pink lips. "We'll see if you can earn one tomorrow night. Meet me in the Restricted Section at eleven. Your cock is a much better replacement for this." She waved the bright green dildo at him and winked then turned away again. Draco's mouth dropped open as she walked away, even as his dick twitched with excitement. "And be sure you put those books back on the correct shelves, Malfoy. I don't take kindly to late returns, and you should know better than to just dump them wherever." A slow smile spread over his face as he followed slowly in her wake, picking up the borrowed books and moving to put them away.
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AUTHOR'S NOTE: My first attempt at writing Dramione smut. I NEVER write this pairing, so I've got my fingers crossed it and I hope it turned out well, but even if you thought it was terrible (I won't blame you, there's an awful lot of good Dramione lemons on here), at least I tried! Anyway, let me know what you think via reviewing! Thanks :)