Plot: Hermione humiliates Draco in front of their peers. He decides it's time to teach the girl a lesson. Will he get the outcome he desires?
Notes: Don't get too excited. I mentioned a while ago I was moving my one shots into this collection so they were all together. So many of you who read most everything I post will recognise this one. None the less, in the process of moving them, I do re-edit and tweak. Most of the lone one shots I wrote very early into starting to write fanfic so there is room for improvement. There isn't much plot in this one, I must confess - wink wink.
News: For those of you who were fans of Stolen Memories, I have decided that one by one I will export the chapters and re-work and clean them up. I really loved that story but I was VERY green when I wrote it. So I would like to jazz it up! I will let you know when those works are done for those of you who would like to revisit it, or those who may like to read for the first time.
Disclaimer: Rated M for VERY adult themes. This is a lemon, for sure. It goes without saying - don't read this if you are too young for this content, or get upset by it. Don't read it if you don't like foul language.
More Than You Can Chew
Draco Malfoy liked to challenge himself, not that anyone was a match for him.
Sure, he was arrogant and smug, but he loved this about himself. To be a Malfoy was to be a cut above the rest, and life was best lived reminding others of their place.
Speaking of knowing ones place – someone who clearly did not know hers was Hermione Granger.
Stupid Mudblood, he thought to himself.
Granger really fucking infuriated him. Not only was she better than him in every class but flying and occasionally potions (he was still pissed about her winning the Pepperup Potion challenge last week), she was also on the cover of the Prophet every other day now.
'War heroine Hermione Granger' this… 'war heroine Hermione Granger' that. Her fame really bloody pissed him off. How the fuck this annoying little bookworm was more successful than he, a Malfoy, was a mystery to him.
Because of his stewing on this infuriating situation, he'd really pushed her during their current flying class. Madam Hooch was so distracted by a younger student whose broom had got away from him that she had no idea about the terrible things he was currently spitting at the Hogwarts star scholar.
Although Draco was loathed to even count flying as besting her because she was a muggle-born, it didn't stop him using her inadequacy against her. He knew she hadn't grown up flying, and suffered a fear of heights - but having empathy for her circumstances wouldn't have been appropriate.
"Can't even fly properly Granger… not surprising from a Mudblood. It's not like you're a real witch anyway," he sneered. Her eyes were glazing over with vitriolic rage and steam was practically spilling from her ears. It was positively delicious.
Weasel looked like he was about to go postal.
Oh this day just keeps getting better, thought Malfoy, two for the price of one.
"Ron, don't give him the satisfaction," said Hermione gently, placing a protective hand on his arm. Draco rolled his eyes.
"Yes Ron, listen to your little girlfriend," Malfoy chimed in. "Leave the arguing to the adults now," he finished, waving his hand dismissively.
What happened next was rather unexpected, even by Malfoy's standards – and he'd had a pretty interesting life.
All of a sudden, Hermione wrenched her hand away from the Weasel and launched herself at him – pushing him to the ground. She was now straddling him, but not in the way say, Pansy or Daphne would straddle him – no, this was actually rather terrifying.
She was using her body and one arm to restrain him and had her wand pushed threateningly into his neck. Strong little bitch, he thought.
"Fuck you Draco Malfoy," she spat venomously. "I am absolutely sick of your shit. You ought to remember who won the fucking war. Quick reminder – it wasn't you. If you think for one second I won't start hexing you if you continue to be an intolerable bastard, you would be wrong. You can't use your Death Eater daddy as an excuse for your behaviour now Malfoy. He's gone. The war is over. You're just a cunt," she finished.
Several Gryffindors cheered. Meanwhile, Blaise Zabini considered coming to Draco's aid, but resolved that it might hurt his friend's manhood more than it was already.
As for Draco, he had never heard the Gryffindor princess so much as use a cuss word – let alone the expletive filled tirade she had just laid down on him.
He had also never noticed what a nice body she had. He didn't get much time to consider that though because when she was done she stood immediately – told the bystanders to keep their mouths shut or she would use her post as Head Girl to unleash hell, before promptly storming away.
It really was an impressive display.
Who knew returning to complete his education would be so entertaining?
Draco wasn't sure where the idea came from, but he decided that he was going to violate the little Mudblood for his own pleasure, and as revenge for making a fool of him. He knew it would make her hate herself – and him, more than she already did.
It would be his crowning achievement. Fucking the little Mudblood prude, the Gryffindor Princess. Given the stick that seemed permanently up her arse, he guessed she'd never been shagged anyway. Getting her virginity would be an even greater achievement still.
He knew she had dated Weasley briefly, but it was obvious he couldn't man up and give anyone a shag to save himself. For a pureblood, he really was a disgrace.
Draco had stalked her around a bit to get a feel for her schedule. He was rather good at this activity given his little missions for the Dark Lord and his family before the war and was glad his skills were coming to use in the post-war world.
He had a brief attack of conscience and wondered if perhaps he was taking things a little too far, but quickly shrugged it off.
It wasn't like he was actually going to force her to do anything. At best he was going to add her to his trophy shelf, and at worst he was going to really piss her off trying. It was win/win for him.
Serves her right for that display in flight class, he thought, scowling. He was still getting shit about that in Slytherin house. The Malfoy heir had been brushing it off, but he was not at all used to being the object of ridicule, and didn't wish to become accustomed to it.
He had soon established that she went into the Heads' bathroom at about 8 every night and was in there for about an hour, so it was reasonable to deduce she was having a bath.
Perfect, he thought triumphantly.
At 8:15 he used some handy obscure unlocking spells to remove the charms from the door and entered the Heads' bathroom.
It was deceptively large with a huge stone bathtub in the centre. Calling it a bathtub was rather misleading as it was more like a swimming pool. Large gold taps funnelled fresh hot water into the tub, keeping it to the perfect temperature for anyone who was inside.
The water was also charmed to smell the way the user wanted it to. He noted that the bathroom smelled overwhelmingly like fresh fruits.
The air was thick with steam. Granger likes it hot, he thought idly.
He stood behind a large stone pillar and observed her from a distance. The bath was full of bubbles so he could not see much of her body. She was rubbing shampoo through her thick brown hair and humming to herself softly. She looked blissful and relaxed.
She won't be relaxed much longer, thought Malfoy mischievously.
He stripped down and waited for the moment she dropped beneath the surface to wash the shampoo from her hair.
After what seemed like forever she dipped her head below the surface and he darted into the other side of the tub, positioning himself to lean casually against the side, ready to shock her when she resurfaced.
When she rose and wiped the water from her eyes she stared at him with an open mouth.
"What the fuck are you doing in my bathtub Draco Malfoy?" she asked shakily.
Draco revelled in the fact that she sounded afraid. That's how he liked Granger. One step behind.
"Well after you put your filthy little Mudblood body all over me the other week, I figured you wanted a go with me," he lied smoothly. He knew damn well that was not what it was about.
She snorted, "Malfoy, I know you are many negative things which I can't be bothered listing, but I really didn't take you for a sexual predator," she said evenly. He noticed her gulp deeply so he knew her bravado was a front.
He was going to make her sweat just a little longer.
"Well, everyone is wrong at least once in their life, perhaps you got that wrong, little miss know-it-all" he purred, taking a deliberate step towards her.
Hermione immediately moved from the stone seat against the edge of the bath she had been sitting on to her feet and took a step towards him. Her new position teasing him by exposing the top of a nice set of perky breasts, nipples barely covered by the bubbles in the bath.
He was not expecting her to do that. It almost caused him to take a step backwards, but he caught himself.
She noticed and a smirk crossed her lips. He'd been found out. He wasn't actually intending to hurt her, she knew it.
"So, if you're not going to force me, how are you going to get me to sleep with you Draco?" she asked nonchalantly, taking another step to bridge the gap between them in the huge stone pool.
Draco was not one to shy from a challenge so he quickly recovered from the shock of her unexpected response and turned on the Malfoy charm.
"I would have thought my devilish good looks and flawless reputation in the sack would be enough Granger. A prude like you should feel lucky to have found yourself in such a position," he said cockily.
Hermione snorted. "Half the female population of the school has found themselves in this position with you Draco, this is common, not lucky," she said, a smirk gracing her pretty lips. He hadn't noticed how naturally plump they were before. He fought off the desire to take her lower lip between his teeth.
"Better than being a frigid prude Granger," he snapped back. "When was the last time you got laid anyway, or have you not managed to get some poor unfortunate sod to pop that cherry of yours yet? Weasley would be a good candidate, both as pathetic as each other," he continued thoughtfully.
Of all of the reactions he pictured her having, laughter was not one of them. Not sarcastic laughter. Not superficial laughter. Granger was genuinely amused. What the fuck, thought Draco.
"What are you laughing at mudblood?" he asked angrily. The nerve of her.
She stopped laughing, narrowed her eyes and took several steps towards him. She was now well and truly in his personal space. He could easily reach out and touch her, and she had put herself there.
This was not how he pictured things going. He knew he had somewhat lost control of the situation but leaving now would be more humiliating than staying. He was not in the mood to lose to Granger yet again.
Accepting her non-verbal challenge he reached out and grabbed her, pushing her onto the nearest ledge along the wall of the bath. He pressed his naked body against hers.
"Do you actually want this Granger?" he asked. He was now amused. Amused and intrigued.
Sitting on the ledge she parted her legs and pulled him closer so that he was positioned between them. The bubbles were still annoyingly obscuring his view of the lush witch. Wait, since when did he decide she was lush? Fuck, he thought.
"Well, when an attractive naked man, even one that is a complete asshole, lands in my bath when I happen to have nowhere better to be - I think it's reasonable to want something out of it," she smirked.
Draco felt himself stiffen. Perhaps he had underestimated the prude. No I haven't, he thought to himself defiantly. It was Granger after all, she was probably just acting to save face.
He raised his hand to the surface of the water and pushed the bubbles away so that he could see her better. He thought at this point she would squirm but she sat still, an amused glimmer visible in her eye.
It was a stand-off. Neither was going to back down.
Draco found himself wondering if she would she really go all the way with him, just to prove a point?
"Well Draco, I'm getting rather bored so are we doing this or not?" she asked impatiently.
He did his best to hide his shock.
"And why do you want to do anything with me Granger?" he probed, "after all, I am a…what was it you called me? Ah yes, a "cunt." That's what I am," he jeered.
"Exactly," replied Granger, not missing a beat.
"Okay, I'll bite," he said, as he thoughtlessly brushed some of her wet hair behind her shoulder and traced her collarbone. She shuddered. He couldn't tell if it was pleasure or disgust.
The girl had a mighty good poker face, and more resilience than he expected from her in this situation.
"If I am such a cunt, why haven't you gone running out of this bath screaming bloody murder yet?" he continued.
"Because you look like a fun mistake to make," she replied simply.
"You'll need to elaborate Granger, use your words, Merlin knows I can't get you to shut up any other time," he ventured.
She laughed again. Since when do I make her laugh? He wondered.
"We despise each other Malfoy, don't you think that would make for a good time?" she said mischievously.
With that, mild arousal turned into an overwhelming urge to be inside of her.
She looked up at him expectantly, waiting for him to make his move. He was loathed to play into her hands, but her slippery, wet body in front of him, legs open – was too much for the red-blooded Malfoy male to resist.
He immediately closed the miniscule gap left between them and pressed himself to her, pulling her chin up so his lips could meet hers.
In an instant their mouths were connected, lips parted and tongues furiously fighting to establish dominance. They kissed the way they fought, with ruthless passion.
He pulled away and was met with a disapproving groan, which was soon replaced with a pleased moan when he took her bottom lip into his mouth and sucked gently. It only spurned her on to kiss him more aggressively, he was certain they would have bruises from the intensity of the kiss.
The blonde traced his hands from her slippery thighs to her thin waist and up to her breasts which were floating gently on the surface of the water. He greedily took the pair into his hands and began to massage them as he deepened the kiss. Fuck, she felt good.
He thought that she would be ridged and controlling, but she seemed uninhibited and enthusiastic. Trust Granger to prove me wrong, he thought. Always thwarting my plans. Not that he was complaining about it today.
She wrapped her legs around his waist to pull him even closer as she dragged her hands through his damp blonde hair then trailed them down his back and around to feel his defined chest.
He smirked as the petite witch explored his body appreciatively. He knew he was good looking and he got off on the fact that she obviously liked what she saw.
He stroked her inner thigh and felt her tense as he approached the junction between her legs. He put his lips flush to her ear as she let out a delicate sigh.
"Say yes," he breathed.
He felt her nod against him and with that he slid a finger inside of her, followed by a second and eventually a third. She moved against him appreciatively, her breasts jiggling tauntingly as he thumbed her nipples with his free hand.
His erection was starting to become painful as the need for release built up inside of him.
Doing his best to be patient, wanting, for some unknown reason, to please her, he continued to penetrate her with his fingers, now bringing his other hand down to expertly rub at her bud, the friction giving her an added layer of pleasure.
He felt the bath begin to drain. As it was hers, it would rise and fall on her whim. He wondered why she was draining it.
When the water became flush with the seat he continued to pleasure her until she grabbed his wrist, removing his fingers from inside of her.
Without losing his eye contact she lifted his hand and sucked each fingers slowly. Draco had to think of Goyle in a maids outfit to keep from exploding all over her inner thigh.
She then shuffled down from the seat and gently pushed him onto it. She leaned in and planted a soft kiss on his lips, followed by one on his chin, then one on his Adams Apple followed by feather light kisses to his chest all the way down to below his navel.
He tensed up. Knowing where it was going. He didn't bother trying to fight himself internally, he was beyond aroused that Hermione Granger was going to put his cock in her mouth.
His length was impressive, long, thick and in proportion. It didn't shock Hermione – after all, everything else about the boys appearance was perfect, why not this?
She gently held the base and began to tease the head of his staff, slowly twirling her tongue around it torturously, only ever taking a little into her mouth.
He had to fight his urge to grab her head and shove it down.
Slowly she ran her tongue down his shaft and then up again, repeating the process several times. He was beyond frustrated.
"Tease," he groaned through a smile, watching her intently.
She cast her big brown eyes up to him and watched him as she took his entire length into her mouth and begin to bob up and down, sucking and massaging with her tongue as she did so. He closed his eyes and put his head back, savouring every moment.
That mouth of hers didn't annoy him so much when she shut the fuck up and put his dick in it, he thought darkly.
He thought about exploding in her mouth, thinking that might be a nice way to violate the Gryffindor Princess, but decided against it due to his own desire to be inside of her.
Gently, he placed his hands under her chin and pulled her back to a standing position in front of him.
Without the water he got a chance to get a good look at her.
Her milky white skin was pale and blemish free. Her long wet hair was cascading over her shoulders, sticking to her perfect breasts which he thought were not too big or too small. She had a flat stomach, small waist and wide hips, giving her the hourglass look he preferred in a woman.
Her cheeks were flushed and her eyes were watering from taking him into her mouth so completely. Someone give her some fucking house points for that, he thought to himself, amused.
The water began to rise again and she turned and sat on his lap facing away from him. He felt her reach down and fondle his length, lining it up with her opening and rubbing it against herself teasingly. Frustrated, he pulled her down and forced himself inside of her roughly causing her to cry out in delight.
She wasn't a virgin.
"Well fuck me Granger," he exclaimed. "Someone has managed to get inside the bookworm prude before today."
She turned her head to face him, eyes sparkling.
"Just because I am discreet doesn't mean I don't know how to have a good time Malfoy," she countered. He smirked at that. Well well well, Princess has been naughty.
Slowly she started to move on him, arching her back so she could feel him fill her completely. She was so perfectly tight he wondered if she had been made for him.
It started to cross his mind that she may have chosen this position so she didn't have to look at him, which stung a bit.
That theory quickly went out the window when she turned her head again and caught his chin with her hand, pulling him into a kiss just a fierce as the ones they enjoyed earlier, but slower and more sensuous.
They kept that pace for a time as she bounced on him slowly, making sure to take every inch of him when she lowered herself onto him and almost completely taking him out of her as she rose.
His hands alternated between guiding her hips onto him, rubbing her bud to increase her pleasure and groping and fondling her breasts. He wished at that time that he had enough hands to do all of it because no amount of touching her was enough for his ravenous tastes.
She began to increase the pace and he felt her muscles pulsating around him as she moved towards her bliss. He reached down and massaged her bud with one hand and worshiped her breasts with the other, all the while kissing and sucking her neck – desperately trying to leave bruises to mark her as his.
She was not a loud witch. Her moans were soft, sensuous and appreciative in a way that Draco thought could send any otherwise sane man to the mental ward at St Mungos.
"Fuck," she breathed between delicate gasps and sighs as she reached her rapture – her body shuddering as it came crashing down onto him.
She turned her head again as he held her close to him on his lap and she gently planted a kiss on his lips, parting them with her tongue. The kiss was patient and warm, he wrapped his hand around her neck and held her in place without breaking the kiss.
He smiled against her lips knowing she didn't flinch, even as he wrapped his hand around her throat. There was some trust there, although knowing Granger she still knew exactly where her wand was should he take too many liberties.
After a moment she stood up and turned around to straddle him, now facing him. She began to ride him again, this time harder and faster. It was obvious that she wanted to make him cum.
With every furious thrust downward she gave, he matched her with an aggressive thrust upwards. Granger is going to be in pain tomorrow, he thought triumphantly.
He groped and grabbed and massaged every part of flesh he could reach as he began to feel his own release building.
Unable to help himself he laid a playful slap on her round ass which earned him an appreciative moan and caused her to ride him even harder. He did it again, this time generating a sexy little gasp. And again, as he felt her muscles clench around him once more. She was clearly being driven toward her second orgasm.
She pressed her lips to his and met his gaze as they moved together in perfect harmony, getting along sexually better than they ever had personally.
"Fuck," she breathed against his mouth. "I'm gonna cu….," she trailed off when she took a punishing thrust courtesy of the attractive blonde wizard.
"Now," he demanded, feeling the build-up of his own orgasm reaching it's peak.
She let out a soft cry which prompted him to slap her ass again. "Now," he demanded in a low growl.
He felt the familiar sensation of the petite witch reaching her pleasure on him which drove him over the edge to his own climax, pumping her full of his hot seed.
The look of lust and pleasure in her eyes was unparalleled. "You like me coming inside you Granger?" he asked huskily, his strong hands gripping her waist tightly so she couldn't get away – not that she showed any sign of wanting to.
"mmmmm yes," she said, biting her lip. "I love to feel full."
"Jesus Granger, how long have you been driving the boys of Hogwarts mental like this?" he demanded, unable to pretend he didn't enjoy himself. She was a smart enough witch to see through that rouse and his body had made it pretty fucking obvious he loved every minute of it anyway.
"Since 5th year," she answered with uncharacteristic obedience . Normally she would sass him.
I guess I found out how to make Granger behave, he thought.
"Who?" he asked, feeling strangely possessive of the annoying little mudblood.
"None of your bloody business Malfoy!" she snapped, their bodies still entwined.
Ah, there she is, thought Malfoy.
"Well, at any rate, don't go getting ideas Granger. Following me around like a moon eyed second year with a love potion," he said in his usual smarmy tone.
Hermione extracted herself from his lap and began to walk away laughing.
"What's so bloody funny Granger," he asked, outraged.
She tried to stifle her laughter unsuccessfully, feeling Malfoy becoming irate behind her.
"Tell me what the fuck you find to be so funny Granger?" he pushed.
She turned around to face him.
"I know you Malfoy," she began gently. "You think you can go back to Slytherin house and humiliate me by gloating about how you managed to use your charms on the 'Gryffindor Princess'," she laughed again, "I imagine that was your very predictable plan for the evening. Your reason for interrupting my bath."
He glowered. Granger was correct as usual, and she knew it - as usual.
She moved back to stand before him defiantly.
"The thing is Malfoy, I am going to go back to Gryffindor house and humiliate you by gloating about how I managed to get Draco Malfoy, ex Death Eater and known Blood Purist to fuck me – because he just couldn't resist me, just had to lower himself to a mudblood," she continued through a wicked grin.
Draco's face fell. Never in his wildest imagination did he consider that. Fuck, he thought. He knew he was self-absorbed but missing that point was just careless on his part. He was meant to be smarter than that.
"What's the matter Drakey?" she asked sarcastically, grabbing his check between her fingers like an overbearing grandmother. He hated being called Drakey. Pansy had started it back when they were shagging, and he'd been ribbed mercilessly ever since. "You didn't realise that you were not messing around with a simple witch like Pansy?" she continued, her voice dripping with mock sympathy.
He narrowed his eyes but said nothing.
She bit her lip, causing his cock to twitch involuntarily.
"I hope you know that you bit off more than you could chew here Malfoy. You'll never win with me. I'll just match you ever step of the way," she said with a wink, moving towards the stairs of the bathtub to make a graceful exit.
He exhaled, "same time tomorrow Granger?" he called out after her.
"I'll think about it," she called back.
She didn't turn around - but he felt her smile.
Fin
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