Chapter 2 Slytherin Sex
The night had started off innocently enough, all the older Hogwarts students celebrating the first Hogsmeade weekend by shopping and drinking in the sleepy little village. Harry, Ron, and Hermione had wandered through the village, stopping in Honeydukes and Zonko's before ending up at The Three Broomsticks where they sat down to enjoy a few butterbeers as more and more students from all four Houses filtered into the cheery pub. Enter Draco Malfoy and his band of Slytherin goons, headed by Crabbe, Goyle, Zabini, and the detestable Pansy Parkinson. Much to her dismay, Hermione had found herself transfixed by the tall blonde, drifting in and out of the conversation with her friends as she watched him, astonished at how fluid and graceful Draco's movements were, and yet how powerful and masculine he seemed, clad in a fitted black suit that framed his broad shoulders and narrow waist perfectly.
She now realized that Malfoy must have been watching her too, because the moment she stepped outside to clear her head of the unholy and unwholesome thoughts she currently bore towards Draco Malfoy, there he was, standing uncomfortably close to her, drowning her in his intoxicating scent, a mind-blowing and surprising mixture of what smelled like sandalwood and citrus. Gathering her wits about her as best she could, Hermione managed to croak out "What exactly do you want, Malfoy?" Stepping impossibly near the slightly trembling brunette, he tilted her chin up towards his stoic face and growled out a sultry "You, Granger. I. Want. You"
His lips crashed into hers, hungrily seeking her tongue, nibbling her bottom lip as his hands twisted into her soft curly hair. Before her mind could protest, her body was swept away by a traitorous wave of desire. Hermione kissed him back forcefully, pressing her body flush with his as she wrapped both arms around his waist. He somehow wordlessly convinced her to come back to the castle with him, a carriage ride that flew by impossibly fast, the two sixth years exploring each other's mouths and bodies with eager, roaming tongues and hands.
They sped through empty corridors, stealing sloppy, wet kisses in dark corners on the way to the Room of Requirement, all the while Malfoy making filthy, kinky promises of what he was going to do to her when they got there. Normally, Hermione was not one for dirty talk, but when Draco Malfoy dragged his teeth along her earlobe and whispered "I'm gonna fuck you until you forget your own name, Granger" it was all she could do to keep her knees from buckling beneath her.
Finally, just when she thought the anticipation would kill her, they stumbled through the door and into the sexiest, most opulent bedroom either of them had ever seen. A thousand candles floated all around them, concentrated around an intricately carved mahogany king sized bed covered in black satin sheets that were already turned down for their convenience. The pair kicked off their shoes, and Malfoy savagely grabbed her under her arse and carried her to the bed, licking and biting her neck as his growing erection pressed into her, sending shivers down her spine and leaving her red lace panties damp with desire. Draco dropped her roughly on the bed, and Hermione pulled her dress quickly over her head and tossed it away as the blonde made quick work of getting out of his jacket, shirt, and trousers. Their frantic pace momentarily halted as the lovers were taken aback by the sight of each other's near-nakedness. Hermione breathed in sharply as her brown eyes scanned the muscular, boxer-clad form of Draco Malfoy, not failing to notice the sizeable bulge barely contained beneath the thin fabric. Malfoy, for his part, was in awe of the figure laid out before him – creamy skin and red lingerie creating a striking contrast to the black sheets, silhouetting Granger's curvaceous figure enticingly. Draco couldn't help but let his eyes linger over the girl's breasts, which were much larger than he would have guessed seeing her in school robes. His eyes drifted down her flat stomach to note with a shiver of pleasure that her panties were already near soaking with lust.
Suddenly, the trance was broken and their need brought Draco crawling across the bed, pressing the length of his slender body against her supple curves, eliciting a moan of pleasure from his lips as he felt her body tense and then relax beneath him. Spurred on by the sensation of Malfoy's weight on top of her, Hermione clawed at his back with long, slender fingers as he began to trail kisses along her jaw line, down her neck and towards her already taut nipples that strained deliciously at the lace of her bra. Hermione gasped as soft, full lips closed around the bud of her nipple through the material, and she propped herself up on her elbows briefly to undo the clasp so she could give his hot, wet mouth full access to her breasts. Draco pulled the fabric back slowly, teasing her, causing her to writhe in pleasurable anticipation. A low growl rose from the back of Malfoy's throat as he got a full view of Granger's bare bosom. The growl got louder and more primal, more urgent as, at the same moment, Hermione's hand snaked seductively along the hem of his boxers, causing his cock to twitch involuntarily. "Fuck Granger, I didn't expect you to be quite so brilliant at this". Much to his surprise, Hermione, without missing a beat, huskily replied, "Piss off Malfoy, just fuck me already. I want your hard cock inside me".
Needing no further encouragement, Draco slid the red panties down to her ankles and began licking hungrily at Hermione's wet folds, finding her clit and causing her to cry out in ecstasy. He came back up to kiss her and she deftly took his erection in her hand, his hips bucking into her hand with pleasure. Growing tired of the foreplay and teasing, Hermione flipped Draco over with surprising grace and ease and prepared to guide his member inside her. "Now Malfoy, I'm going to make you forget yourname"
She sat on his thick cock, groaning with pleasure as he cried out "Merlin, you're so tight!" His erection filled her completely as she began to grind on top of him, tits bouncing as his hips rose up in rhythm with her movements. He reached forward to rub her clit with his thumb, and she dragged her bottom lip through her teeth to keep from screaming his name. His other hand reached up to fondle her breasts, and within a few moments of Draco's skillful ministrations, Hermione's body shuddered and shook with the power of her orgasm. The sensation of her orgasm causing her to tighten around him sent Draco over the edge, and he spasmed as he came into her tight, hot pussy. They rode the wave of pleasure together for a few moments before Hermione collapsed next to him, both teens breathing heavily, skin glistening with sweat and satiated desire. They lay together wordlessly; Hermione's arm draped across Draco's chest, his hand nesting in her sweat-dampened chestnut brown curls and they both quickly fell asleep, breathing in the scent of each other, and of the mind-blowing orgasm they had just shared.
Hermione was jolted from her remembering by the sound of one of her roommates getting into the shower. Slowly coming back to reality, Hermione reaffirmed that she could never again let herself lose control like that with Draco Malfoy, but the memory of their encounter she would happily tuck away for a rainy day when she could draw the curtains on her four-poster and employ a vibrating charm she was eager to practice.