So, hey. I totally forgot to put a disclaimer on the first two chapters! So, here it is:
DISCLAIMER: I do not own Harry Potter, Hermione Granger, or any of their fictional friends, enemies, and relatives, despite my odd obsession of writing about them.
The New Hermione
Chapter 3
Previously…
She went to sit on the teacher's desk at the front of the classroom, crossing her legs seductively, letting a healthy length of thigh show over her white knee-highs.
The door slowly opened and quickly closed, and he was in the room with her.
"Hello, Mr. Malfoy."
For a moment, he just stared at her, and she tried not to mock his seldom-seen shock. He recovered quickly, however.
"Granger," he murmured huskily.
He took a few steps slowly closer to her. She remained perched on the desk, her precarious position subtly tempting him.
"So, what kind of things did you have planned that couldn't be done this afternoon?"
"Have a seat, Malfoy." Hermione's gaze was playful but demanding. Draco, ever the rule-breaker, paused for a moment, pondering ignoring her command simply because no one gives orders to Draco Malfoy.
He sat.
He was low in a desk in the front row and she was higher on the desk at the head of the classroom.
She uncrossed and recrossed her legs, and Draco thanked whatever god existed that his low seat gave him the perfect view up Hermione's skirt.
"We are here, Malfoy, for a lesson."
Draco pulled his eyes away from her legs.
"A lesson? In what?"
Her eyes appraised him, and she jumped down to slowly walk around his desk.
"Obedience."
Draco froze. This was not what he came here for. All he wanted was a quick, perhaps fetish-y fuck with the mudblood, and he'd be on his way. He briefly wondered if her earlier attack on him was simply a ploy to get him here for some kind of payback for teasing her all these years. Things were simply not going according to plan…
That was, until he felt her hot little lips on the side of his neck, whispering and kissing him with her words.
"Don't worry, my little Slytherin, you'll have your fun. If you pay attention and be a good little boy."
His eyes were lust-filled saucers as they looked at her and she could hear the words he was thinking as if he were screaming them in her ear—
Oh, yes, teacher, I'll be the best little boy there is!
She grinned. "We're off to a good start, then. Let's see how good you can be."
She went back to the front of the classroom and straightened her robes. She cleared her throat and began to speak, the authority in her voice rivaling McGonagall's.
"Come here, Malfoy. Stand before me."
He did as instructed and awaited further instructions.
Hermione circled around him again, this time scrutinizing his body.
"This won't do—no, this won't do at all. Take off your shirt, Mr. Malfoy."
He raised his eyebrows, but didn't speak. He revealed his toned torso, and her eyes quickly appraised his form. She couldn't hide the small smirk that was blossoming on her mouth.
"Like what you see, Granger?"
Her eyes momentarily narrowed, then quickly went back to normal. She approached him seductively, her hips undulating until they touched his own. She raised her mouth to his and kissed him slowly, and so deeply that he didn't even notice her lithe hands removing his belt.
He did notice, however, when she abruptly drew away and his senses were assaulted by the loudest CRACK he'd ever heard. He jumped, and his eyes shifted frantically from their earlier state of arousal to one of pure fear.
His belt, he saw, was in her hand, and she'd used it as a whip on the solid surface of the desk they stood next to.
He took in the astonishing site of Hermione Granger, Bookworm, sinuously and confidently holding his belt as a whip, ready to use it as a tool of pain.
Before his mind could even process the situation, she was behind him, whispering on his neck again—
"If you speak out of turn again, Mr. Malfoy, I'll be forced to use more than noise to scare you. Obedience is a very serious matter, and one with which you seem to have severe problems."
She moved to his front again, in perfect view of his mouth, which was slackened in shock.
She grinned. "Good boy."
She leaned forward and kissed a spot high on his chest. As she leant softly on his firm frame, his arms were slack by his sides. "You always were a quick learner. Let's move on, shall we?"
She drew away from him again, this time, going back to the desk and the discarded belt. She plucked her wand from deep in her cleavage, ignoring Draco's continued gawking.
She muttered under her breath, and the belt became something smaller, transfigured into some kind of—
Dog collar. Holy fuck, she's going to put me in a dog collar? No way in HELL!
Draco scoffed loudly and moved to put his shirt back on. "You're insane, Granger! In what world would I ever, possibly, deign to consider letting you lead me around in some kind of sick dog collar!?"
He continued muttering things about insanity and sadism under his breath as he put his clothes back on, grabbed his things, and proceeded to the door.
Hermione simply stood as she had been, the dog collar in one hand and an unfathomable expression on her face. Her head was slightly cocked to one side, her eyes were large, and her knees were drawn together but her feet remained splayed apart, toes pointing in. She was the picture of seductive innocence.
Draco hastily proceeded to the door, grasped the handle, and pulled.
Nothing happened.
He tried again.
He took out his wand and did all the unlocking charms he knew.
Nada.
"Locking spells are a bitch, huh?" queried a soft voice from behind him.
He turned to find Hermione exactly as she had been, as if it wasn't she who had spoken.
Draco backed against the door.
"What's wrong with you?" His mind worked furiously to figure what could be making her act this way.
She approached slowly, and, as ever, seductively. Her expression was one of extreme innocence—how could a creature like the one before him even know about sex, let alone the sick thing she had tried to get him to do?
And then she was there, up against him, her wand in one hand and the dog collar in the other.
"Draco, whatever do you mean?" She fluttered her eyelashes at him as her wand slowly slid up his shirt.
It was cool against his skin, and her lips were warm against his lips. He forgot about her alleged earlier insanity and filled his arms with her, as their tongues met each other in a calm struggle for dominance.
Before Draco recognized what had happened, his shirt was off again, and her wand was still in place on his stomach. It trailed up his abdomen, across his collarbone, and wound along the side of his neck.
Hermione pulled away from the kiss but stayed close to him. "You were so mean to me a few moments ago," she stated simply.
"Uh… yeah." Draco refused to take back what he said, because she was proving to be more eccentric every minute that passed with her.
"That doesn't sound much like an apology. Perhaps we should try to fix that, hm?"
Just as Draco was about to ask who "we" was, to see if she had multiple personalities or perhaps belonged to a club of closet fetishists, he felt the most searing, pointed pain coming from the tip of her wand.
She drug her wand down, across his shoulders, and the fire that spread from it was like the breath of hell. He was paralyzed between Hermione and the door, her wand slowly torturing him, her eyes never leaving his. Before Draco knew what was happening, the pain was gone, as were his pants.
Hermione smirked.
"I doubt you'll want to leave without your pants, Malfoy."
"Uh…"was all he could manage to say, eloquently expressing the most coherent thought he possessed.
Her hand, cool and long-fingered hand stroked his newly naked form slowly. She began where her wand left off, near the top of his abdomen. The thin red lines she drew with pain were lustfully licked and caressed by Hermione. Her ministrations continued downward, until she ran her hand along the inside of his thigh.
Malfoy let out a slow moan as her hand moved higher, and Hermione drew quickly away from him.
"Hey—no—What are you doing?!"
Hermione smirked at Malfoy's frustration.
"Undress me." She commanded.
Draco didn't pause after this command. With one fluid motion her robes circled around her head and landed on the floor. Draco paused, looking to see if he should continue.
"You are learning so fast, Malfoy. I have to admit I was worried… But I guess you want to know what's next. I want you to unbutton my shirt, and each time you undo a button, kiss the new skin you've revealed."
He seemed a little disappointed at the lack scandal involved in this latest order, but he would never turn down a chance to touch the ever-cloistered Miss Granger.
Acting on instinct, he picked Hermione up at the waist and sat her on the nearest desk. The moment this was done he looked at her to see if that was okay, at which Hermione remarked, "Don't worry, I'm of a forgiving nature." She leaned in and kissed him.
Draco's hands moved to the top button. It was gone, and his lips touched the surprisingly warm flesh of her sternum. Another button revealed the top of her cleavage. The next button let him kiss her passionately with his head buried between her breasts. After reluctantly leaving this one, he kissed the hidden flesh underneath her chest. Slowly this continued, and Draco took his time working his way down her stomach. Finally, he reached the hem of the shirt and slid it slowly off her shoulders.
Hermione had been silent during all of this, but she couldn't hide the way his sensuous ministrations made the muscles of her stomach contract in anticipation. When she finally did speak, it was vaguely hoarse.
"The skirt—the zipper is on the left side. Make me happy, Malfoy."
Draco was disappointed that his first thought, on hearing this, was how lucky he was to be allowed some creative license. He quickly decided to give her exactly what she asked for.
And with one swift motion, the skirt was unzipped, and there was hardly a moment before his tongue replaced where the fabric had lain. He quickly licked down the side of her hip that had just been revealed before slowly letting the fabric of the skirt crumple to the floor.
Hermione was more laying than sitting, now, clad only in her underwear, waiting for his next move.
He was still.
She smiled, "Continue."
And when he did, her stomach dropped, and she somehow felt as if she swallowed a lead weight and extraordinary amounts of champagne. He was kissing low on her pelvis, all the way around the top of her underwear, leaving Hermione with the most wonderful and agonizing tickling feeling that felt strong enough to kill.
And just when she was about to demand he tear the bloody knickers off, and take her then, his hands moved upward and she froze.
He traced the front of her bra, and just as she was about to stop him and say, "Quit the bloody tracing routine and fuck me!" She realized his head was on the skin that was freed from her bra just a moment earlier, and all she was able to articulate was:
"Oooh…"
The deep moan only encouraged Draco, who swiftly began massaging her breasts and alternately licking and biting as if he was in her mind, taking the orders she didn't know to give.
Only when his fingers found her wet folds did she realize that somehow, in the midst of everything else, he had managed to free her of her knickers.
She was exceedingly grateful.
And the fingers that she had only before imagined to do wonderful things actually were doing those things to her now, better than any of her lusty dreams had predicted.
He stroked, prodded, pushed, flicked, and used every other touch imaginable. Hermione was in ecstasy for a moment—then…
"Go faster!"
And he obeyed. It felt like she was going through the stratosphere and was too high for the earth to hold her any longer.
Surprising him, she grasped his throbbing cock. She gave it a long stroke and looked him dead in the eye—
"Take me. Now."
And before she had time to register the heady look in his eyes, he was on top of her, thrusting, better and harder and faster than any of her dreams had prepared her for. Her head hung off the edge of the table, thrown back in abandon as her body finally, wonderfully found the satisfaction for which it had been pining for so long.
The contracting of her first orgasm with a partner was doubled when he joined her a moment later. Their movements slowed, and they somehow both managed to find their way back down to earth. They laid in silence for a few moments, and very slowly regained consciousness.
"Holy shit, Granger… Holy shit."
"Such an eloquent reaction, Malfoy. Although I don't think I gave you permission to speak again." She replied with a more playful smirk.
He raised his eyebrows and they both got up, in search of their strewn clothes.
"So… were you always like this? I mean, do you not expect me to tell anyone or something?" Malfoy finally got to ask his questions.
"To be honest, I didn't think about sex at all until this summer. I don't know what happened, but it was like my body went on a sex-crazed revolt and wouldn't rest until it was through. My mind wouldn't concentrate on books or lessons, it would only create its own knowledge. I had the worst wet dreams…"
Draco laughed, "I can't imagine you having sex dreams—although, I guess, after this, I'll probably be able to. But, honestly, Granger, why me? And again, are you trying to keep it secret? Because I don't think our history would give me much credit in that area."
"I don't know why you. I guess because you were always forbidden, my enemy, and apparently, a Sex God. And I don't expect you to keep this secret. After all, I'm the one that dominated you, remember?"
Hermione was delighted to see such a dumbfounded expression on such a text-book Slytherin. It was gone quickly, but the memory would always remain.
"So go on, tell who you like. But make sure you tell what really happened, how you obeyed my every command, how you were a slave to my lust. Otherwise, Malfoy, the vast number of curses I've learned as a shrouded bookworm might just come back to bite you in the arse."
And with that Hermione grabbed her books, straighted her robes to look like the good schoolgirl she was, and reached up to plant a passionate kiss on Malfoy's marvelously shocked lips.
He responded to the kiss eventually, but did not move his body without her command.
"Good boy."
And with that, Hermione Granger, Bookworm, Head Girl, Gryffindor, exited the classroom, leaving it empty but for a dazed Slytherin.
"Oh, and Malfoy—" she darted her head back into the doorframe, "50 points to Slytherin for remarkably wonderful obedience."
Draco fell into the nearest chair. He couldn't believe how the events had played out… Glancing to the floor, he saw one pair of lacy green undies, which Miss Prim and Proper apparently decided to go without this evening. Without allowing himself to think any more than absolutely necessary, Malfoy grabbed the piece of lingerie and stuffed it into his pocket before heading back to his dorm.
Yes, it was definitely a good decision to come…
A/N:
Howdy! So, yes, I realize that everyone here is acting mind-numbingly OOC, but, I promise you, many things will be revealed in the next and (most likely) final chapter! So, make me happy and review!