Disclaimer: J.K. Rowling owns all characters; the plot is my own. This is sort of smut, but there's also a plot brewing. If you like both, read on! (But not if you're under 17...)

Draco Malfoy was in a pissy mood.

Realistically, it wasn't every day that the Sex God of Slytherin got turned down. For sex. By Pansy Parkinson.

"Draco, I know you're just using me for my body," she had sighed, annoyed, as his lips crept up her neck and his hands attempted to creep up her skirt.

"That's never stopped you before," he had mumbled, smirking.

"Well it's stopping me now!" she had cried. She had jumped up, straightened her skirt, and headed in a huff up the staircase to the Slytherin girls' dormitories. But not before turning around and screeching, "MAN SLAG!"

Draco had only laughed then, believing that it was just a phase and that she would be back in his bed by that night. In the meantime, he had gone off to find another suitable conquest to fulfill his current needs.

But it turned out that the girls who hadn't heard Pansy's shrill proclamation had been informed of it. Draco had assumed that all his lays knew what they were getting into when they got in his bed. He wasn't looking for anything other than a good fuck. But silly women had to be all concerned about intimacy and emotions and that crap.

So, when he asked Daphne Greengrass if she was up for a little romp, she had cringed and shot back, "Yeah, with a man who will treat me right," getting up and leaving her table in the library. What gives?

Millicent Bulstrode had responded, "I know what you're up to, Draco. I've made that mistake before and I'm not going to do so again."

Tracey Davis had shuddered as he lightly nipped her earlobe; she then used every ounce of willpower in her delicious little body to deny him and call him a "serial shagger."

This didn't bother any of them before! he thought as he paced his dormitory. Women are supposed to worship me! They KNOW what I can do for them!

Indeed, while in bed Draco was so focused on the woman's pleasure that she usually got fooled into thinking he cared for her. Nope. He just wanted her to be enticed to come back for a repeat performance.

While Draco was deep in his thoughts, the door to the room opened and in stepped Blaise Zabini, Draco's best friend and infallible wingman. He had on a silky maroon dress shirt and khakis, and reeked of the cologne that he knew drove women wild.

"Hot date tonight?" Draco asked bitterly.

"Yeah, Greengrass," Blaise responded absently, looking at himself in the full-length mirror and sweeping an errant hair behind his ear. His hair was long, not quite to his shoulders, silky, and dark. It perfectly complemented his dark olive complexion, which, oddly enough, seemed to glisten when Draco looked at it.

"Two questions. One, which Greengrass? Two, are you wearing BODY OIL?" asked Draco, flopping on his bed. It was a Saturday, a FUCKING SATURDAY, and it was shaping up to be a night in with his own right hand.

"Astoria. And yes. Can you tell?" asked Zabini, looking up and smirking. He unbuttoned one more button on his dress shirt so one could see the beginnings of his appealing pectorals.

Draco snorted. "I swear, Zabini…"

"Hey, it helps me get the ladies," said Blaise, putting his hands up. "What about you? Getting into Pansy's knickers again tonight?"

"Negative," Draco sighed. "She called me a man slag."

"Well, you are…"

"Shove it, Blaise. It seems like most of the female population of Hogwarts has suddenly realized something that's been going on for years. I don't think I'm getting any tonight."

Blaise let out a low whistle. "I told you that you had to be more subtle about that, man. Girls will tolerate it only up to a certain point."

"They still tolerate you!" growled Draco, frustrated. "And you sleep around just as much as I do!"

"I tone down the arrogance when I'm around them," Blaise smirked. "Anyway, this'll all blow over soon, mate. Now, I'm off to eat out."

"What restaurant are you going to this time?"

"Her room," said Blaise, waggling his eyebrows at the double entendre. Draco groaned and threw a shoe at him as he ducked out of the room.

So, it was almost midnight on a Saturday, and Draco was wandering the halls of Hogwarts under a Disillusionment Charm. He was that bored. Wanking had lost its appeal after the second time, as his lubed-up hand was no substitute for a tight pussy.

He had already passed three snogging couples hidden in alcoves, one of said couples containing Pansy Parkinson. He clenched his fists with jealousy; he didn't specifically want Pansy, but the fact that she had turned him down for Theodore Nott just made his blood boil and bile rise in his throat.

He made his way to the library absentmindedly, considering thumbing through one of the sex manuals in the Restricted Section. What had his life come to? He shook his head and headed towards the gates that marked the entrance to the Restricted Section. He soundlessly opened them, slipped in, and closed them behind him.

Draco was making his way to the back of the Section – where all the sex books were kept – when he heard a low, distinct, telling, female moan. His ears immediately perked up, and so did his neglected cock.

He moved closer to the source of the sound, careful not to make any noise even though he doubted the party (or parties) in question would hear him. As he approached, the sound of skin slapping on skin became audible, meaning that there were definitely two people involved.

"Oh, fuck, Her – Her – mione…"

Draco's jaw fell open in shock and he nearly tripped over his own two feet. GRANGER was getting some and he WASN'T? This was the lowest he had ever been. He considered just disgustedly turning away, walking back to his own dorm, and going to bed, but then curiosity overcame him.

His curiosity grew stronger when he heard Granger moan, "Mmm, yes Ron, that's it, I want more of you in me… harder… fuck, HARDER! YES!"

Draco smirked. Weaselbee? Probably couldn't please a woman if his life depended on it, yet Granger seemed to be enjoying herself. She probably didn't know what a real man could do for her. He growled softly, low in his throat, and cleared the final bookshelf to watch them.

Weasley had Granger bent over one of the oak study tables, her school skirt flipped up as he pounded into her from behind. Both of their shirts were off; the muscles in his back rippled from exertion while her tits swung deliciously, brushing the desk with each of his thrusts. Draco felt himself grow hard watching her, but didn't actually relieve himself. He wasn't some nasty voyeur.

Granger turned her head to look at Weasley through lidded eyes, her hair (did it used to be frizzy? Something had changed) flipped over her shoulder, a light sheen of sweat coating her bare back. She closed her eyes and parted her lips slightly as she let out another moan, and Weasley growled and pulled on her hair, yanking her hair back as he increased the pace of his thrusts.

Granger brought one of her hands under herself to rub her clit just over the place where Weasley's cock was disappearing inside her. After a few rubs, she screamed, throwing her head back even more, and he shuddered. After a few more frantic pumps, he breathed, "Hermione," and threw his head back, holding himself inside her as he emptied his seed. He had a death grip on her hips.

Draco was insanely jealous. He told himself it was just because they were fucking and he wasn't, but something inside him told him he was actually jealous of Ron. But that wouldn't make any sense. Sure, the mudblood had gorgeous tits, a delicious round ass, and one of the sweetest-looking pussies he had ever seen… but that didn't change the fact that her blood was dirty, and it would dirty him if he tried to fuck her. He wondered if the two of them were a couple. He smirked thinking of Weaselbee walking in on Draco fucking his Granger, then immediately erased those thoughts from his head, as they made his cock twitch painfully in his trousers.

He bolted back to his dormitory and had a great wank, a better one than he had had in a long time, and drifted off to sleep.

Draco couldn't fall asleep, staring at the top of his four-poster bed. His thoughts were consumed with trying to get back in favor with the ladies of Hogwarts. He heard the door open and close, assumed it was Blaise, and went on thinking.

Suddenly, he felt a warmth encase his cock, and with a yelp of surprise looked down to see Granger sucking on his prick, looking up at him with big, seductive eyes. She flawlessly deep-throated all nine and a half inches of him, causing him to grip the bed sheets and shut his eyes tightly, not used to quite this level of pleasure.

"Granger…" he choked out when she took a break, instead wrapping her hand around him and pumping him with long, quick strokes, "…what are you doing?"

"I could tell you," she murmured, her voice low and husky with arousal, "or I could put my mouth to better use…"

Draco groaned and thrusted into her hand, desperate for more of her wonderful mouth. "Suck my cock, pleeease…" he was surprised to hear himself say. Malfoys never begged.

"My pleasure," she purred, wrapping her lips back around his straining member. She applied suction each time she pulled back, like she was trying to pull his orgasm out of him. He cried out in pleasure; best blow he'd ever had, hands down.

He was close to coming when she stopped. "Shit shit shit no…" he moaned. He tried to push her head back down to his cock, but she climbed up his body and instead latched her mouth onto his left nipple. At the same time, she impaled herself on his throbbing prick and let out a shrill moan around his nipple.

"Aw, fuck, Granger," Draco babbled. "You're so FUCKING tight…" Then he remembered he was supposed to be the Sex God of Slytherin (or, one could argue, all of Hogwarts), so he grabbed her hips and started pumping upwards, meeting her thrusts and pushing himself deeper inside of her.

"Ooooohh, yes…" moaned Granger, head thrown back, gorgeous curls cascading onto his chest. "Fuck me ragged, Malfoy!"

"That can be arranged, my dear," growled Draco. He flipped them over so that he was on top and started pounding into her with animalistic force.

Her words degenerated into a series of continuous moans. He didn't think he had ever felt so good in his life… he never wanted to leave her sweet pussy…

"Oh, FUCK, fuck me… I'm gonna come…" babbled Granger.

"Yes you are, Granger… come for me," Draco growled into her ear. He was so close.

"Draco!" she panted, like a mantra. "Draco! Draco!" her voice grew lower with each shout of his name. Unnaturally low, even. It was like a man's voice.

"Draco!"

Blaise was standing over him. Draco rubbed his eyes. He looked around. He was still in his four-poster bed, in the exact same room where he and Granger had just… wait a second….

"DAMMIT BLAISE!" snarled Draco.

"What? It was time to get up!" shrugged Zabini.

"Yes, much obliged," said Draco sarcastically, whisking himself into the bathroom and slamming the door. He had one serious case of morningwood to take care of, not to mention the fact that he had been so turned on by GRANGER… what the fuck was wrong with him?