Chapter Three: Release
Draco laid Hermione on the bed and covered her up. He wished to tell her everything would be okay and she wouldn't have to worry about anything but he knew it wasn't true. He would have to report to his master that Hermione wasn't pregnant.
Damn. He thought. I wish I could do something. Damn. He walked down the hall and to his room. He closed the door behind him and locked it. He thought of Hermione and her body. Instantly he was hard. He needed relief
He climbed into bed and pulled down his pants and boxers. He grabbed the lubricant from the nightstand next to his bed and moaned as he applied it slowly. He closed his eyes and pictured Hermione. Her perfect body, breasts, ass. Slowly he began to stroke his cock, picturing what he would love to do with her.
He imagined himself disrobing her and finding her nakedness underneath the cloth. The mounds of her breasts were the color of her skin, her nipples hard and peaked. Pressing his lips to hers, they engaged in a deep passionate kiss, their tongues probing each other's mouths.
Breaking the kiss, he slowly moved down her neck kissing her, continuing down until he reached her breasts. He began to slowly suck on her nipple, flicking his tongue and causing her to moan in pleasure. With his hand he began to play with and softly pinch the other nipple, as she ran her hand through his blonde hair, pulling him closer to her body. Draco's hand began to continue down her body, caressing her skin, feeling the small patch of hair between her legs before slowly taking his middle finger and entering her. She gasped in pleasure at the sudden intrusion, feeling him stroke her sensitive spot with his finger. He placed his thumb at the nub of her clit and, building a rhythm, began to slowly bring her to orgasm. Feeling her muscles contract and the wetness of her orgasm, Draco slowly withdrew his hand from between her legs and began to lick his finger. He offered his finger to her who began sucking on it.
He started disrobing himself. She wasted no time in quickly undoing the pants of his uniform and pulling out his cock. She engulfed his entire member with her mouth, going all the way to the base of his dick. She pulled back, swirling her tongue around the head, driving him to a state of bliss. Hermione started playing with his balls with her tongue, each one in her mouth, while she slowly stroked his cock. Feeling like he was close to coming, he quickly pulled her up again. He inserted his cock into her cunt, feeling the warmth engulf him. Draco quickly drove deep into her and began to start a rhythm getting faster with each thrust, feeling his sac slap against her wet thighs.
Draco could hear the moans in his head. He could feel the pleasure of her cunt around his cock. He longed to feel it. Just as he imagined himself exploding into her wet cavern, he ejaculated, spraying upwards. His white seed gathered in pools. He swiped some up with his finger and brought it to his mouth.
"God." He whispered. He muttered a quick cleaning charm and fixed himself up. That was enough.
Hermione woke and realized she had fainted. She sat up and found the room empty. She didn't want to think about what Voldemort would do to get her pregnant. She wished she was even how horrible it sounded.
Hermione thought of Draco and his body and looks. She suddenly wanted him. She wanted his body and his pleasure he would bring her. She wanted him to impregnate her, not Voldemort or Tom or whoever he was.
Her hand began to roam under her shirt and found her braless breasts. She rubbed her hard, peaked nipples and a moan escaped her lips. Her other hand drifted it's way down under her thong, massaging her wetness.
She pictured Draco and her making love. She inserted her finger while she massaged her clit with her thumb. She pictured Draco thrusting himself into her and thrusting hard. She inserted another finger, adding to the pleasure. A few more seconds of thoughts and pleasures she found herself come to a mind shattering orgasm.
She couldn't believe she had just done that. She had never done that before. Hermione Granger would never do that. But she wasn't the same anymore. She had been here for almost two weeks. Voldemort visited her once before, explaining his plan and hadn't paid a visit since before last night. She had been left alone and in that time she had changed a great deal.
a/n: this was a shorter chapter but it was good I think…hope ya'll liked it. Review please!