Chapter 2
Curiosity
Hermione arrived back at the Gryffindor common room to find Harry and Ron actually reading a book. She was quite surprised.
"Well, I see you guys have finally begun to read your history books!" She smiled.
"I see you're back from detention!" Harry laughed. "Did you give Malfoy a hard time Hermione?"
"You could say that, Harry!" She chuckled to herself at the coincidence of his words.
Harry couldn't help but notice that Hermione's white blouse had a few extra buttons undone and her skirt was tousled along with her hair. Questions filled his mind of what actually went on during detention. He couldn't possibly think that his best friend was snogging Draco Malfoy. No, definitely not. There was no way that Hermione would go for someone like Draco Malfoy, or that Malfoy would go for her especially if she was considered a mud blood.
Even other Gryffindors seem to have noticed Hermione's drastic changes. Neville developed a crush on her as well as Seamus. This was not the Hermione Granger Harry and Ron first met on the Hogwarts Express six years ago.
Harry and Ron hurried down the steps to Hagrid's so they wouldn't be late for his class. This was the only class that Harry and Ron both looked forward too. Looking behind them, they noticed that Hermione had disappeared.
"What is up with her?" Ron asked.
"I don't know mate, but it's certainly not the Hermione we know!"
"I am worried Harry!" Ron mumbled.
"Me too Ron; me too!"
All of the other students gathered around the half-giant wondering what kind of magical creature he is going to teach them about today.
"Psst…Potter!" Malfoy whispered.
"What?"
"I can't help but notice that you're little mud blood friend keeps sneaking off right before classes. I heard she's with Seamus Finnegan as we speak." The Slytherin laughed.
"Hermione has not turned into a slut!" Harry shouted.
"Fine Potter, believe what you will. I assure you, you're precious mud blood has become quite the playboy!"
That evening at the Great Hall Harry couldn't help but notice the outfit Hermione had on. It was a dark red pleated mini skirt with a black low-cut tank top and her boots. Her curly hair hung neatly in front of her face. Her eyes were highlighted with a brown eye shadow and her lips were covered in a pale pink lip gloss. No matter how hard he tried, Harry could not turn his eyes away from Hermione Granger.
Everything has changed this year, especially Hermione. She is definitely not the same little girl I met on the train six years ago. Now she has developed into a beautiful smart young woman. She really is beautiful. I know I shouldn't think of her like that, but I really can't help myself, she is just so damn intoxicating, and I just want to consume everything about her. I heard on this muggle show at the Dursley's that the closest friends could become the greatest lovers. Hermione would never think of me as more than a friend and I shouldn't be thinking of her like that either.
"Harry, you alright?" Ron asked shoveling food into his mouth.
"Fine Ron!" He mumbled as he watched Hermione strut her way over to the Gryffindor table.
"Glad you could join us Hermione!" Harry spat.
"Yes, well, I won't be long. I have to err study in the library!" She mumbled.
"Perhaps we can come with you!" Ron said enthusiastically.
"Err…Ron! I would just rather study alone for today! I am sorry!" She mumbled as she slowly removed herself from the Gryffindor table.
The library was completely empty, except for a few Hufflepuff's sitting at a table in the far corner. Hermione glanced around the room searching for a perfect table; there the one in the far corner looked promising. She really did need to start studying more because she has certainly slacked off this year. Just as Hermione was concentrating heavily on the book, a hand came across the table and slammed her book shut.
Hermione jumped, as she looked up and met Malfoy's eyes. Giving him a death glare, Hermione huffed and tried to open her book again, but he would not let her.
"Seriously, Malfoy, don't you have something better to do besides to bother me when I am completely busy?" She hissed.
"No." He replied flatly, staring at her with a predatory look in his cold eyes.
"Malfoy, stop looking at me like that!" She grunted.
"You know you want me!" He snickered.
"You are completely full of your self, Malfoy!"
"What else would you expect from a Malfoy, Granger?" He smirked.
Slowly his hands undid his white button up shirt; he discarded it into the floor. Hermione caught her breath as she just admired his muscular body. Sliding out of her seat, Hermione placed one hand on Draco's cheek, stroking it very softly.
"You are very right, Draco Malfoy. I do want you! I want you so very bad. I always have!" She hissed, licking the nape of his neck.
Smirking to himself, Draco couldn't help but get turned on by Hermione's forwardness. She pinned him up against the book case and gave him a devilish smirk.
"Who would have ever thought that the poor intelligent mud blood would turn out to be one of the biggest playboy's in Hogwarts?" Draco laughed.
"No one!" She replied, sucking on his ear, biting it gently.
She started licking at his neck and then moved down to his collar bone, placing soft kisses along the way. Reaching his nipples, she took one into her mouth while her finger rubbed the other one. Her tongue darted back and forth against the dark flesh, biting it gently. With her hands on placed firmly on each side of Malfoy, Hermione slid her body down to meet his stomach where she licked and traced around his navel.
Malfoy lost himself in the feeling of her warm wet tongue against his soft smooth skin. It sent chill bumps down his spine as her tongue traced around his navel, and licking at the rim of his pants. Looking directly in his eyes, Hermione smirked coyly.
"Take off your pants Malfoy!" She huffed before crashing her lips into his.
He did not question the Gryffindor, but simply obeyed the order. His pants came off and landed in the floor next to his shirt. Grasping his erection firmly in her hands, Hermione stroked it softly, flicking her sharp tongue across the tip of it. The Slytherin moaned as he felt the warmth of Hermione's mouth engulf his cock. She sucked lightly on it, her hands moving up and down the shaft in a swift motion. Caressing his balls lightly, Hermione took the entirety of Malfoy's length inside of her mouth. His hands were entangled in her bushy hair, pushing her down on his cock.
"Fuck, Granger!" He hissed. "Suck it!"
She sucked rapidly on Malfoy's cock, rolling her tongue around the tip and the underside as her hands massaged his tight sac. Hermione could feel her center getting hot and wet as her head bobbed up and down on the Slytherin's member. Watching Malfoy moan and twitch in pleasure excited her, knowing that she was the one making him squirm. Malfoy grinded his hips into her face, while his hands held her head in place. He could feel the very tip of his shaft reach the back of Hermione's throat; he pumped harder into her face as he felt his orgasm building up inside of him.
Nothing seemed to matter anymore. Clenching his eyes shut, his body trembled with pleasure as he moved his hips forcefully. Hermione was sucking and slurping at every inch of Malfoy's cock, lightly squeezing his sac in her hand. Sweat poured from his body as his heart thumped rapidly. Malfoy was seeing stars as the Gryffindor practically swallowed him whole.
"FUCK!" He cried out in pure pleasure, digging his fingers into her hair.
Malfoy shot long thick streams of his hot cum down Hermione's throat and she swallowed every last bit of it; practically sucking him dry. His knees felt like they have been replaced with jelly as he collapsed onto the floor in a big heap. Catching his breath, he looked at Hermione with his glossy eyes and smiled weakly.
"That is one of the best blow jobs I have ever received!" he breathed.
She simply smirked and nodded.
"I will leave you to gather yourself, Malfoy." She said briefly.
Before she had time to get up and walk out the door, Draco's gentle lips collided with hers. The taste of his salty come still lingered in her mouth as their tongues danced together gently.
Pulling away from the kiss, Draco smirked at the Gryffindor as he too got to his feet.
"Good night, Granger!" he mumbled, giving her his trademark smirk.
"Night, Malfoy!"
Once Hermione was back in the Gryffindor common room, she noticed that no one was there. She figured that Harry and Ron were off some where, not studying, but probably playing some kind of wizard game. And she didn't have a clue as to why no one else was there and she really didn't care either. The blow job she had just given to Draco Malfoy had left her rather extremely hot and bothered. Putting a locking spell on the door that no one else knew of, Hermione pulled out one of her favorite dildo's out of her book bag. Her fingers ran up and down the flesh colored tool softly as if examining it carefully. She lifted up her skirt and started rubbing her fingers across her clit, letting out a soft moan. Her thumb rolled around her clit as she slipped two of her fingers inside of her wet pussy. Another moan escaped her dry lips. Hermione was too busy pumping her fingers in and out of her to hear the door open. Her eyes spring open as she felt another hand on top of hers; guiding in and out softly as gentle kisses were being placed on the side of her neck. Hermione immediately recognized who the stranger was, and pulled him in for an intense violent kiss. Their tongues crashed against one another wildly, as she tangled her hands in his hair, pulling him closer to him.
"Harry! I want you! Say you will be only mine, just for tonight!" She breathed.
