Summary: What comes around, goes around.
DracoHerm
CANON
Karma
"Well look who's been hiding in the library, boys."
Hermione slowly raised her eyes and met the cold grey eyes belonging to Draco Malfoy.
"And pray tell, what would idiots like you be doing in here?" Hermione asked. "Certainly not researching." She flashed a quick smile to the three males before her.
Draco's face twisted into an unbecoming scowl. "You filthy mud blood." he spat. "How dare you insult me?!"
Hermione willed herself not show how much he'd angered her. She flashed another smile and rose from her table. Ever so slowly, she approached the white-blond haired boy, a coy smile on her lips.
Draco stepped away from her. "Just what the bloody hell are you doing, Granger?!" he demanded.
Hermione tried to look as innocent as possible. Knowing he watched her, she adjusted her bra and licked her lips.
Upon realizing her intent, Draco smirked and glanced at his two friends. "Get lost, will you?" he said. "This mud blood whore is finally going to fulfill her purpose."
Hermione bite her tongue, tasting the metallic liquid straightened her mind and she focused on her goal. She looked at the two boys standing there with their mouths open. "Yes, get lost, will you boys?"
The two fled from the library.
Draco smirked at her and pointed to the ground. "On your knees, mud blood."
Hermione grinned and complied, making sure she was but inches from his precious manhood.
"Fuck you." murmured Hermione, just as he began to unzip his pants.
"That's exactly what you're going to do, whore." replied Draco.
Hermione jumped up, mere centimeters from his person, and smirked at him. "No, fuck you."
"Wha-"
Hermione grabbed his shoulders and lodged her knee firmly between his legs. Draco turned blue and gave a screeching howl. Hermione stepped away as he feel to the ground, clutching his family jewels.
She grabbed her cloak and stepped over the crying boy.
"Filthy pure breed."