"Well that was fucking unpleasant." Dean stated after several moments of silence.
"Soooo…Ron. You and Hermione?" Harry tentatively looked up at his best friend for confirmation.
"Yeah, but don't tell anyone. It's supposed to be a secret." Ron whispered loudly. He was still too high to realize that others were present.
"Does Lav Lav know?" Ginny asked.
"Nobody knows. It happened a few times at the beginning of the year, but Hermione put an end to it. You know…she was way better than Lav."
Draco couldn't believe he was allowed to witness this.
"Yeah? Like…how?" Harry asked, trying to appear casual.
"Like…I don't know. She does this thing with her mouth." Ron never would have engaged in this sort of locker room talk if he had not still been stoned out of his mind. "I can't describe it. But it was fucking mental."
It was Dean's turn to ask questions. "So did you guys like, do it do it, or just fool around?"
"Just fooled around. But she's not a virgin. She had sex with Krum last year when he was on tour in England."
"You guys do realize that I'm still here, yeah?" Ginny wasn't too keen on hearing about her brother's sexual exploits with her best friend.
Draco forgot all about smoking weed. He wasn't really too keen on it to begin with. He had just learned some very valuable information about Granger. Information his Slytherin chums would be very interested to hear.
When Granger had come back from the summer this past year (apparently no longer a virgin) it was evident she wasn't the frizzy-haired, buck toothed little know-it-all she had always been. Her breasts swelled impressively under her uniform jumper. She had grown taller, her legs longer, and her skirt shorter as a result of it. Her lips were pinker, her hair smoother, and her eyes held a secret sort of "woman-ness" that made her male classmates desperate to crack the code.
Blaise and Theo sure as fuck noticed her. They talked about her enough—wondering what she looked like under her robes, speculating as whether maybe she preferred girls. Draco kept silent during these discussions, but only because he had spent five years tormenting the girl. To suddenly admit that he too had noticed the new developments in the Muggleborn would be accepting defeat.
But Merlin almighty, did Draco notice. Yet another reason this year was such a crap shoot was the self-loathing he felt that Granger had become the star of his daily wanking fantasies. To learn that she was so good with that smart little mouth…it was priceless. Draco could almost forgive her for punching him in the face. Although…
He would rather Avada himself than admit it to anyone, but the fact that Weasley had gotten his freckled hands on the girl was beyond offensive to him. She was so painfully out of his league in every possible way that Draco felt there could not possibly be any justice in the world if Weasley could get a girl as fine as Granger to suck him off, and Draco hadn't so much as kissed a girl since the start of the year.
Draco would have thought that Granger had higher standards. He meant what he said that she was slumming it with a Weasley. She could have anyone! She could have him for fuck's sake! Every bloke in Slytherin wielded a boner for the uptight little chit. He'd bet his blood that those in Gryffindor did too. The Ravenclaw nerds probably jerked off to the idea of Granger curled up in bed with a book. As for those poofters in Hufflepuff…they wouldn't know what to do with a pussy if it was presented to them on a silver platter.
Maybe telling Blaise and Theo wouldn't be such a good idea. He wouldn't want them to think that he fancied her or anything. And he was absolutely positive that he didn't feel anything so disgusting as fancying Granger. But he was a sixteen-year-old guy with perfect eyesight, a healthy libido, and a working cock. Of course he wanted to fuck her. Blaise and Theo just didn't need to know that. They had speculated, and Draco privately agreed, that Potter and Weasley must be bent to spend so much time with a luscious little lioness like Granger and not try to stick it to her. Now he knew that Weasley had in fact succeeded in getting into Granger's knickers, at least in some capacity. And from the inquisitive look on Potter's face when he learned of his two best friends' involvement with each other, he figured that Potter was well aware that Granger was a girl after all.
When Draco first realized that he himself wanted Granger, he thought he had gone mad. He remembered the day it happened...
It was a rainy day back in September. Draco was scouring the Restricted Section, thinking he might find something to help him repair the Vanishing Cabinet. As he perused a promising book, he strolled around the corner to make his way to his favorite table and nearly crashed into a figure in the next aisle. He caught himself just before his head made impact.
The figure, Hermione Granger, did not notice him. She was standing on her tip toes on a stool, grasping for an out-of-reach book. As she stretched her taut muscles, her back arched and her skirt to rode up enough for Draco to see that she was wearing a pink thong with a little bow at the top…like a present. Her arse was perfect. The perfect size, toned and round. The skin was as smooth and creamy as soft serve ice cream, begging to be licked and bitten into.
When he was finally able to tear his eyes away from Granger's exquisite arse, he noticed that she wasn't wearing her jumper and that the gaps between the buttons in her shirt gaped enough to reveal teasing glimpses of the flesh beneath, including Grangers dark bra. Although he couldn't see the full picture, he was familiar enough with female anatomy to know that Granger possessed full, firm breasts which looked to be C-cups (bordering on D), sitting exquisitely atop Granger's small waist.
He felt as though someone had just slammed him in the head with a Bludger. How the fuck had he missed that Granger had gotten so…hot? Draco felt cheated. Had Granger been there this whole time, body ripe and perfect for the taking, and he had never noticed? When did she sprout such a mouth-watering pair of tits?
She was so close he could just reach out and touch her, running his fingers up her skirt to cup and squeeze that peach-like arse. He wanted to rip that pink thong off with his teeth, and then… What in the Seven Hells is he thinking? This is Granger! Queen Mudblood. The Swot of all Swots.
As Draco made a sudden move to shake himself out of his lecherous reverie and adjust his too tight trousers, when Granger noticed him. "Malfoy! You scared me. Thinking about giving me a shove or something?"
Or something. Yeah he was thinking about giving her all kinds of things, but a shove sure as fuck wasn't one of them. "Sod off Granger!"
Sod, off Granger? That's all he can think of? Shit, he needed to get laid. He didn't even realize he was so hard up for pussy that he would find Granger sexually stimulating. He could always just give in and shag Pansy, but after last year he had had enough of her. She was clingy and the sound of her voice alone was a major boner killer.
"Are you just going to stand there?"
"Do you need help or something?" Wait, what? Did he just offer to help her? Merlin, that pink thong really did a number on him.
"Um…sure. I can't quite reach this book. But you're so tall… it should be no problem for you." She flushed slightly.
Draco smirked, pleased that she had noticed that he'd grown several more inches over the summer. I'd like to show her where else I've grown. Draco carefully ducked around Granger, not missing the way she raked her eyes over his form as he moved. The little minx was checking him out. He extended his arm and grabbed her book, not even needing to stand on his tip toes. He handed her the book, shooting her a charming smirk—the one that caused many Slytherin girls to drop their panties.
"Thanks." Granger was blushing. Oh, gods, she's gorgeous when she blushes.
"Don't mention it." Draco responded in his huskiest, sexiest voice. His eyes traveling over her body and resting finally on her bewildered, blushing face. "I'll see you around Granger." With a cheeky wink, he left the aisle, not daring to look back.
For the rest of the day he berated himself. He couldn't be ogling her, flirting with her, winking at her. She was Hermione Granger! She'd be one of the first to go if the Dark Lord got his way.
Not that he agreed with the Dark Lord's agenda. The only side Draco was on was his own. He was in it to survive. A great way to jeopardize that is to fantasize about being balls deep inside the alluring Gryffindor Princess as she moaned his name and thrashed beneath him. The Dark Lord would surely find out and punish him as a blood traitor.
Draco ran back to the Slytherin Common room to find Blaise and Theo playing a particularly violent round of Wizard's Chess.
"Hey Draco! You look like shit, man," Blaise commented. "You look worse than Theo when he had that sex dream about McGonagall."
"Fuck you Blaise! We agreed to never speak of that again." Theo retorted.
"You never should have told us. It's not our fault you're shite at being Slytherin." Blaise replied condescendingly. "So what's up with you, Draco? You walk in on two house elves fucking or something?"
"I don't want to talk about it. But…I mean…hypothetically…speaking of…having weird thoughts about weird people…?" He stopped, deciding it really was better to test the waters before he admitted to his Slytherin-to-the-core buddies that he had gotten a hard-on for Swot Extroidonaire Granger.
The two boys stared at him. "Aw shit, Draco. I knew it. You're a fag." Blaise finally said.
"What? I'm not bent you fucking wanker! I'm talking about…Pansy." Meh, what the hell? "I'm trying to figure out how to get rid of her. She doesn't really do it for me anymore and she's clingy as hell."
As true as this was, he didn't really need advice. He was pretty sure he could handle getting rid of her on his own. He'd make her think it was her idea. She was like a barnacle. Once she got attached to something, it was impossible to pry her off before she was good and ready. "And why would you think I was gay?"
Blaise shrugged. "You know. The blond hair, the cheekbones, the poncey clothes. I'm not saying you are gay. Just that you'd make someone a really sweet boyfriend." Blaise's reply, earned a snicker from Theo and a glare from Draco.
"You are both rubbish friends."
Theo perked up, "Speaking of rubbish friends, you mind if I have a go at Pansy once you're through with her?"
"Be my guest. Hopefully you have a high tolerance for glittery lip gloss rubbed all over you and gossip about her bitchy friends." Draco snarled.
"But she's good in the sack, right?" Theo asked.
"She's slutty. Eager to please." Draco responded, sounding bored.
"Aw man, who gives a shit? Plenty of girls are good in the sack. I've always said, she was too easy for you, bro." Blaise nodded to Draco in respect. "You should go for a real conquest this year. A challenge."
"Yeah, like who?" Draco responded. Although he had a pretty great candidate in mind already. A curly-haired, brown-eyed swot with a repulsive personality, horrendous taste in friends, and a body he'd like to lick like a Honeyduke's lolly.
"Well, Slytherin girls are all too easy. I'd say Hufflepuffs, but honestly…" The three murmured in agreement and shook their heads. "Ravenclaw maybe? Those nerdy, bookish types are the wildest in bed. OOOOH. I got it. Granger." Blaise tore apart Hermione's surname like a piece of fresh salt-water taffy. "That Mudblood's got the nicest rack in the castle. Merlin, Potter and Weasley must be going out of their minds hanging around a piece of arse like that all the time!"
"You think she's fucked either one of them? Or both of them?" Theo speculated.
"You can't possibly be serious!" Draco exclaimed in faux-protest. "Granger? I'd sooner stick it to Moaning Myrtle," Draco hoped the lie sounded more convincing than it tasted on his lips.
"Draco, you're fucking blind. I know you've got your thing with the Golden Trio and all, but this is deeper than that. This is pussy. Like it or not, that dirty blood's got some damn fine packaging. Maybe you really are bent if you can't see it. Ah, man I'd tear that 'packaging' up." Blaise and Theo chuckled at the vulgar innuendo.
Draco realized just how blind he really had been. His best friends saw it. He'd bet his broomstick they weren't the only ones. Blaise was right. He had wasted too much time with slaggy Slytherin tarts. In that same moment he realized that he was right to be cautious of revealing his newfound lust for Granger. Blaise and Theo might agree, but they'd still never let him live it down. They'd do worse. They'd egg him on and probably make some sort of sick bet on how quickly he could get into the Gryffindor's knickers. Sharing this with the Slyther-bro community of clunge hunters would just make everything needlessly complicated. Mainly because he would probably start to actually pursue the bitch and he was smart enough to know how reckless and totally out of the question that was.
"I'll leave you two to perve on Granger in peace. I feel dirtier just having been a part of this conversation."
From that day on, Draco couldn't get Granger out of his mind. He'd dream of her pink thong with the little bow (sweet packaging) and her gorgeous little know-it-all mouth moaning his name, and he'd wake up with a raging boner. Morning wanks became a necessity. Always with the same girl in mind. Many days once was not enough. He'd see her prancing around the dungeons in their shared Potions class like she owned the place, hips swaying. He'd charm her wand to fall off her desk just to watch her bend over to pick it up. He'd watch her stretch her arms behind her head and roll up the sleeves of her shirt when she was working on a potion, pushing her gorgeous tits out. Soon the weather got colder and while she started wearing tights under her skirt, the cold came with other perks because every so often her nipples would get noticeably hard through her bra. Merlin, those nipples deserved a good pinching.
All in all, Draco became sick in the head.
Now he had proof that Granger was a sexual being and not just some phantom teasing him with the hypothetical sexuality of her tight body and her wet mouth. He knew Blaise and Theo would skin him alive if they ever found out that he had hidden this information from them, but he was a selfish bastard. He'd take the risk. This was something he was keeping for himself.