Yo Yo Yo my readers! Whatz Up? I'm having too much fun with this massive spamming of my story. It's already done, might as well put up these chapters as soon as I can before I get distracted. The faster I do this, the faster I can write my VA one-shots and get back to my book! 100% FUCKING SMUT UP NEXT! THIS IS JUST LIKE, PURE SEX! LIKE THE KIND YOU RUB ONE OFF TO KIND OF STUFF! IF YOU ARE A VIRGIN EYED PERSON, DO NOT READ! THIS IS NOT CRUCIAL TO THE PLOT! ALL YOU NEED TO KNOW IS THAT THEY FUCKED LIKE BUNNIES! THAT IS ALL THIS CHAPTER IS; SEX! IF YOU ARE A DIRTY MFer LIKE ME, THIS IS PERFECTION! PLEASE DO NOT REPORT ME FOR THIS! THIS IS MY BABY! Again, self destructive behaviors that eventual lead to healing! (I'm posting this in the dead of night around my bedtime, cause that's when the naughty things happen ;) )
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Chapter 7

He had thought about this moment non-stop since first year. Kissing her, tasting her smart mouth, and claiming her as his own.

Hermione was lost in the moment. Few thoughts went through her head. They included, "Draco is such a good kisser," "What am I doing?" and "Please don't stop."

Draco had a mantra going through his head, it was, "Please don't pull away."

And she didn't. Draco was the first to break the kiss. He came out of it huffing for breath. After taking ten seconds to catch his breath and look down at the bushy haired witch, her flushed cheeks, bruised lips, and still closed eyes, he captured her lips again. This witch was his, and if he could, he would marry this muggleborn and proudly ruin his strong, pureblood family name.

They continued for a few more minutes, taking breaks to breath. After the third air break, Hermione whispered, "Are we just going to kiss, or are we going to take this into one of our rooms?"

Draco groaned, his member, already stiff from kissing the genius witch, twitched at the thought of being buried inside of her. "That is up to you Granger. Do you want to take this to my bedroom or not?"

Hermione thought for a few seconds, closed her eyes, and took a deep breath. "Please, Draco. Take me to your room."

Draco practically growled, swooped her up in his arms, and carried her to his room bridal style. He was planning on ravaging her, mind, body, and soul. He wanted to hear his name leave her lips, for her to scream it.

He walked up the stairs to his room, kicked open the door, and gently laid her on his bed. While he planned to ravage her, he still wanted her to feel good. For her to reach her climax many times over. For her to beg him for more.

He climbed on top of her, and rested his weight on his forearms. Starting at her lips, he kissed her gently, then left her lips to move to her neck, where he nuzzled her neck. He pressed his lips to her neck, then gently nibbled on it. He wanted to force her to glamour her neck.

Hermione's hands drifted down to Draco's chest. She untied his tie and left it hanging around his neck. Starting at the top button, she began the arduous task of unbuttoning his shirt, from his neck to his waist.

Draco's body shuddered as her fingers brushed against his abs. Hermione was almost surprised at his physic, she hadn't paid attention until just now, then she remembered, Quidditch. The boys were ripped from quidditch, and Ginny had a six pack and large biceps from the intense sport.

She yanked Draco's shirt out of his waist band.

"Fuck," he groaned against her neck.

Hermione smiled to herself, taking pride in his reaction. She kept on waiting to second guess herself, to suddenly wake up from this trance of making out with Draco fucking Malfoy. To stop herself. Her worst enemy from years gone by, making her feel good with his mouth. Yet she didn't wake up. She'd be lying to herself if she said that she hadn't been interested in this before. She had fantasized about this in the comfort of her own bed many times, her fingers taking her to the high. She imagined them to be Draco's fingers.

Her infatuation with him started when she overheard a couple of Slytherins and a Ravenclaw discussing his size and girth. And how he brought them to their high and pushed them over the edge. Thus, began fantasies.

And now, she was living them.

Draco felt feral. He pulled back from her lips and gave her a once over. His shirt was hanging off of his shoulders. Draco yanked off his shirt, balancing his weight on each of his forearms one at a time.

Hermione glanced at his forearm, the dark mark black against his pale skin. His arms almost never saw the light of day, preferring to hide his shame. Draco sighed when he saw her gazed and moved to get off of her. Hermione grabbed his wrist and kept him on top of her.

"You are a child when it happened," she whispered. She traced the mark delicately with her finger tips, "It is nothing more than just a terrible memory now." She looked up at him, "Don't let it define you. You have changed so much since you got this mark."

Draco captured her lips with his again. This is why he adored her, she was perfect, understanding, and simply incredible.

Then he practically ripped Hermione's clothes off. The buttons of her shirt popped off, her tie developed a bit of a tear. He helped her maneuver her body from underneath him and remove her shirt. Draco discarded it to somewhere to the right of him.

Hermione was left laying in her school skirt, and a lacy, black, push-up bra. She hadn't been planning on showcasing her lingerie today. But it was close to laundry day and all she had left were her pretty undergarments.

Draco drank in the sight. He wanted to see more. Finding the zipper on the right side of her skirt, he pulled it down, then shimmied the skirt over her hips and onto her thighs. Hermione managed to push it the rest of the way off with a combination of her hands and feet.

Unintentionally, she wore a matching set of lingerie. She was half asleep when she got dressed that morning, and found apparently grabbed her black set of fancy undergarments that Ginny insisted on her buying, saying that one day she would need them.

Draco sat back and drank in the sight of Hermione's body. Unbeknownst to him, Hermione worked out a lot. She usually went running three times a week, and did yoga four times a week. She was toned, with a flat stomach, narrow hips, and perky breasts.

Hermione's skin went flush, Draco had been staring at her for a more than thirty seconds.

"Draco, I know I'm not the prettiest-"

He silenced her with his lips, "Hermione, Jane, Granger," he whispered in between kisses, "You are gorgeous, I was admiring the sights. Shut up, stop doubting your beauty, and enjoy the moment"

He attacked her neck again, and then moved down to trace his lips against the exposed flesh of her breast. His right hand reached under her body and undid her bra in one swift motion. He pulled it off of her and threw it somewhere in his room.

His lips continued their journey to her nipples, which were hardening in the chill air of his bedroom. He gently sucked on her left nipple, and pulled on it with his teeth.

Hermione took a sharp breath. Draco relished in her noises. He started to work on the other nipple, and was a little bit rougher. Hermione let out a loud moan. Draco started to suck on her nipple. One of his hands went to her thigh and started to caress it, his thumb dipping into her inner thigh.

Hermione's hands roamed on his chest, delicately tracing his abs. Her hands dipped down to his pants, and traced the sensitive flesh that was right above his waist.

Draco buried his head in between her breasts, "Fuck. Granger you're going to be the end of me." He looked up at her, "Once you remove my pants, I will probably be unable to stop himself. Understood?"

"Completely. Take off your pants. I want you inside of me." Hermione said breathlessly.

Draco quickly undid his belt, button and zipper. He ripped off his pants and boxers. His manhood was fully exposed. Hermione glanced down at it. He was huge. And she wanted him buried inside her to the hilt.

Draco looked over her body once more and pulled down her panties. She was trimmed, not shaved bare, but trimmed and neat. Draco slid down the bed until he was eye level with her pink, wet pussy. He spread her thighs apart further so he could see her better.

Softly, he kissed her thighs. Hermione's body jerked, and her hands went to his head. Draco stopped and sat up.

"Miss Granger, you will be at my mercy. Are you going to lay still, or do I need to tie you up?"

Blood rushed to her nether region, and her face flushed at the idea of being completely at Draco's mercy.

"Please, Draco. I won't be able to be still for you, gods, to be at your mercy," Hermione moaned.

Draco scrambled off her, and grabbed his tie off of the ground.

Climbing back onto her body, he wrapped his tie around her wrists, and attached it to the headboard. He tugged on her wrists to check on the strength of the knot. It held fast.

He returned to her pussy, and licked the inside of thigh, going up to the lips of her vagina, and tracing them delicately with the tip of his tongue.

Hermione squeaked, and tried to move her hands. It turned on her on to be solely at Draco's mercy. Her pelvis arched and she tried to thrust into his mouth. Draco's forearm came slamming down on her waist, holding her hip bones down hard. He held her in place as she tried to wiggle.

His tongue was teasing her, circling the lips of her pussy, then going to her hips, and leaving delicate kisses along them. He kissed her thighs, and then went back to her lips.

"Draco, please," Hermione begged.

Draco smirked, keeping it to himself. "I don't know Hermione, do you REALLY want me to devour you?"

"Draco Malfoy, if you don't indulge me, I swear to the gods, I won't talk to you for a week."

"That is quite the threat. Fine." Draco hummed, then, he attacked her clit.

Hermione's body jerked as his tongue swirled around the sensitive little nub. He sucked on it gently, then harder. Hermione gasped out his name.

Smirking to himself, he continued to suck and inserted his middle finger inside her, slowly pumping in and out as he kept sucking on her clit. She was wet, and his finger went in without any resistance.

"Draco!" Hermione yelped.

Draco chuckled to himself as he inserted his index finger, he made a scissoring motion with his fingers, and then licked up her slit.

Hermione could feel herself approaching climax, "Fuck," she whispered, pulling on her restraint.

Draco smirked again. He had the Gryffindor Princess literally in the palm of his hand.

Hermione squealed, and her body tensed, then she hit her high. Panting, her tense muscles released, and she fell back, panting.

Draco rested his head on her stomach, tilting it to lay on her hip bone. Draco could see Hermione's ribs, and it mildly concerned him.

Hermione looked down at him, she growled, squirming "Draco Malfoy, if you don't get up here and bury yourself inside me right now, I will break free of these bonds, and physically hurt you."

Draco pretended to contemplate it, "Hmmm, so you want me to fuck you. I don't know Granger. Are you sure you really want me inside you?"

Hermione squirmed, trying to get him to do something.

Draco chuckled and moved up so he was lying on top of her again, with his lips pressed against her neck. He kissed under her ear, earning a small gasp from her.

"Dracooooo," she moaned.

In one fluid motion, Draco entered her, and buried himself to the hilt. She was perfect for him. He felt so good inside her. "Fuck," he choked out into her neck.

Draco took a moment to regain his composure. If he wasn't careful, he would cum quickly, and neither of them wanted that.

After a few moments, he started thrusting inside of her, starting off slow, then going to strong, powerful, thrusts.

"Draco, fuck, Draco," Hermione gasped.

Draco captured her lips with his again. Hermione could taste herself on his lips. She wanted to run her fingers through his hair, and grip his back, yet her hands were still tied.

"Draco, please untie me." She panted.

Draco grunted, but stopped to untie her from her bonds. Once her wrists were free, she thrusted her fingers into his hair, feeling the silky, smooth hair slip between her fingers. She gently tugged on his hair. She earned a groan from Draco, though it may have also been due to the fact that he was buried inside of her.

"God damn it Granger, you're fucking perfection," Draco groaned, sweat starting to drip from his forehead.

Hermione moaned again, Draco pulled away for a few seconds, took her left leg, and pushed it up by her head, coming in at a different angle. He was surprised to find her extremely flexible.

Hermione screamed, Draco was hitting her G-Spot perfectly.

"Say my name, you filthy mudblood." Draco growled.

"Draco- oh, Draco Malfoy," Hermione moaned.

"Louder!" Draco demanded.

"Draco, MALFOY," she screamed. And then she came again.

Draco didn't stop, he was close, but he wanted to make sure that she rode hers out. He buried his face in her neck, and bit her shoulder. Not hard enough to draw blood, but hard enough that she was going to need to cover it up for the next few days.

"Fuck me Draco, fuck me nice and hard." Hermione started to coo, "Teach this filthy mudblood a thing or two about your cock."

And with that, Draco came. It was a powerful orgasm. He released her leg, letting it return to the bed, and almost collapsed on her. He stopped himself from crushing her, but stayed on top of her, enjoying the moment. He closed his eyes and tried to steady his breath.

Hermione moaned as she felt Draco's weight on top of her. It was one of the sexiest things ever. They were both covered with a sheen of sweat. She could still feel Draco inside of her, until he slipped out.

Draco stayed on top of her for a few more seconds before rolling off of her and laying next to her.

"Come here," he whispered, pulling her waist towards him until they were spooning. He pulled the blankets from under their bodies and pulled them over them.

He nuzzled her neck and buried his nose in her hair.

"Granger, you are amazing. In every way conceivable," he whispered.

Hermione blushed, though he couldn't see it, Draco knew that she was blushing.

"Do you want to go another round? Because I will be able to do that in a few minutes." Draco continued.

Hermione mulled it over. They have already have gone this far. She has already fucked him, her childhood bully and worse enemy. What would be another round or four?

"Mhmmm, I don't know. Are you sure that you will be ready to go again?" Hermione teased.

Draco chuckled, "I am an 18-year-old man, in the prime of his sex life. I have a wonderful libido."

"Mhmmm, I guess," Hermione sighed, a smirk playing on her lips. She turned to look at him. "Do you need any help getting ready to fuck me again?"

Draco swallowed hard, "Help as in…?"

Hermione laughed and slipped under the covers. She moved down to where his cock was, took it in her hand, and licked it from base to tip.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck," Draco hissed. He threw the blanket off of them, and sat up a bit so he could watch Hermione.

Hermione wrapped her lips around the head of his cock and flicked her tongue back and forth. Then she bobbed her head forward and took him in her mouth. His cock was starting to harden again, Hermione hummed to herself, causing vibrations on his cock.

Draco groaned and tangled one of his hands in her hair, pushing her head down further on his cock. As Draco grew, it got harder for Hermione to fit him down her throat. She opted to tease him with her tongue.

"God damn, Granger." Draco moaned. He released her head and placed his hands behind his head, enjoying the moment.

About a minute later, he was completely ready. He pulled Hermione's head up from his cock and kissed her hard, before releasing her.

He pushed her off of his body and forced her to turn around so her ass was facing him. "Hold onto the headboard and keep your back straight," Draco said, holding onto her hips.

Hermione followed his instructions. Draco removed a hand from her hip, and lined himself up with her opening. He thrusted inside of her and elicited a moan from her. His hand returned to her hip, and he dug his fingers into her flesh.

Hermione's grip tightened on the headboard. Draco started off slow, to make sure that her grip was firm on the headboard, then his pace picked up. Soon his was slamming his hips into hers, using strong, powerful thrusts.

Hermione let out a guttural moan as Draco fucked her at a new angle. Draco removed a hand from her hip, and tangled it in her hair, pulling her head back. It was a new sensation for Hermione and she yelped, in both pain and pleasure. She felt herself get closer to her third orgasm.

Draco released her hair and slid his arm under her body, and started to play with her clit, rubbing it and tugging on it gently. He rolled it between his thumb and forefinger. Hermione shrieked as she hit her third and most powerful orgasm of the night.

Draco kept going, not even close to his orgasm. He kept playing with her clit as she rode out her orgasm. He kept his thrusts even as her pussy tightened around his cock.

He groaned and grunted, refusing to slow down, until he also came. He grunted, and removed himself, laying down gently next to her, grabbing her waist and pulling her into his body.

They ultimately had sex about three more times that night. Draco was true to his word, in the prime of his life with great stamina. At some point, Draco remembered the anti-pregnancy spell that his mother had taught him. He quickly preformed it on Hermione, and they went back to enjoying each other's bodies. They finally fell asleep around 3 am. Draco's arm was wrapped lazily around Hermione's form, and Hermione was as close as she could get to Draco's body.

Draco's face was buried in her hair, enjoying the feeling of his body close to hers, and the connection that they had; it was perfect.

Told ya, 100% pure smut! Hope you enjoyed you dirty birdies! (I won't judge if you fave this just so you can return when you're in the mood, it's what I do.) This was watered down, if you want, I still have the absolutely filth if you want to read that. This story is to re-hone my skills as a smut writer. Someday, I may want to outdo 50 Shades of Gray for the hell of it (I've read better Jonas Brothers smut stories than that stupid book).
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