As Heromine walked sullenly to Professor Snape's classroom she felt terribly ill. She was incredibly nauseous and woozy. She had felt that way ever since she lost the bet to Harry and Ron. Whoever was the first to successfully slip a stink pellet into Snape's office would win 80 galleons. Hermione had her eye on a new set of encyclopedias at Flourish and Blotts, and desperately wanted to win the money. So in the cover of darkness she crept down the corridor to Snape's office. Just as she had figured out the password to open his office door she was caught by Filch, Hogwarts' squib caretaker. Not only did that earn her a stern talking to from Professor McGonagall, but she also had to clean all of the toilets in the castle for a week.
But worst of all, because she lost to Harry and Ron she had to sign up for the most humiliating, and downright deranged elective in the history of Hogwarts. She wasn't even sure how it was still allowed to be offered. Why couldn't she just have to eat a week's worth of puking pastilles? Instead she was now forced to enroll in the most dreadful class she could ever imagine - Intro to Erotic Incantations.
Only 6th and 7th years were allowed to take the course and everyone had to sign a full disclosure agreement stating what they were and were not willing to do during each lesson. Another stipulation to losing was that Hermione was required to check all of the boxes. She wanted to back out of this more than anything. To tell her two best friends to simply piss off, but her Gryffindor Heart just couldn't do it. She was not a quitter and she prided herself on her bravery above all else. However, she didn't feel brave at all right now. As the dark corridor ended and she stood outside Snape's classroom door she took a deep breath, exhaled slowly and timidly knocked.
"Come in." Snape's deep monotone voice called out. She felt little tears well up in the corner of her eyes as soon as she opened the door. It immediately got harder to breath and she was sure she was about to pass out.
Of course he was already there. Probably saying vile things about her to her most intimidating professor. Her worst enemy and the bane of her existence since the first day she met him on the Hogwarts Express. Draco Malfoy.
He was sitting casually on top of a desk adjacent to Snape. Wearing all black as usual, which made his snowy white hair look even more effervescent. His strange silver eyes looked her up and down. A devilish smirk stretched across his face. It was enough to make her vomit right there on Snape's floor, which would most definitely earn her a week's worth of detention. She swallowed hard but her mouth was painfully dry. Merlin, why did she have to get paired with Malfoy of ALL wizards?! His very presence made her skin crawl. The thought of him coming close enough to even touch her made her clench her fists in rage. Hermione dug her fingernails deep into her now sweaty palms. It wasn't too late she thought. She could still run back to the Gryffindor common room, bury her nose in a good book and will herself to forget about this living nightmare. She took a step backwards towards the door.
"Ms. Granger, you are now wasting my time. Sit down." Snape ordered.
Hermione grudgingly obeyed. She both feared and deeply respected professor Snape. She thought him a genius in both Potions and Defense Against the Dark Arts. Hermione desperately wanted him to acknowledge her efforts in his classes since year one. To her dismay, he was consistently indifferent towards her and often downright nasty. Snape was to be their instructor through this course. The very idea of a professor watching her in the most intimate of moments was enough to make her question the credibility and distinction of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. But since 990 A.D. when Hogwarts was first founded by the four great wizards and witches of the age this course had in fact been offered. Concocted by none other than Salazar Slytherin himself. The foul cockroach. Since then no headmaster or headmistress had done away with it, even the brilliant Albus Dumbledore - which Hermione found very hard to believe. It was utterly barbaric. Of course professor Snape was appointed to teach the course. Hermione shivered. Deep down, she couldn't help but feel oddly attracted to him in a way in which she could never explain. Perhaps it was the power dynamics and her attraction to figures of authority? She thought back fondly to the dreamy professor Gilderoy Lockhart (even if he did turn out to be a complete tosser).
"How did I get stuck being paired with a filthy Mudblood?"
At the sound of his infuriating voice she snapped back to the horror that was enfolding before her.
"Now Draco, we mustn't be rude. Something I'm sure your father never taught you." Snape hissed.
Draco rolled his eyes and sneered in Hermione's direction.
Hermione glared back at him with eyes so vehement that Draco immediately turned to look at his fingernails instead. Hermione huffed, what a weasel. The only semblance of gratification that Hermione could gain from this experience was to ensure that Malfoy would hate this just as much as she would. Game on.
Draco heard a quiet knocking at professor Snape's door and quickly ceased his conversation. Draco had gotten to class early as he usually did to all of professor Snape's lessons. He was admittedly a brown noser, but he admired professor Snape a great deal (he especially enjoyed their mutual hatred towards Harry Potter). He ultimately had another reason for getting to class early though. He was completely exhilarated. Draco couldn't remember the last time he had felt so alive. He could barely sleep the night before in his anticipation for what today would bring. He was finally going to have his chance with Gryffindor's Princess, Hermione Granger. Something Draco had secretly and desperately wanted since the little bitch slapped him back in third year. And again when he saw her ascend down the staircase at the Yule ball in fourth year. He couldn't take his eyes off her the entire night. Wishing it was his hands wrapped around her slender waist instead of that meathead, Viktor Krum. Ever since then, she had been the starring role in every single one of his fantasies. Every time he'd pleasure himself it was her he imagined. And every time he'd fuck a girl he'd close his eyes and wish it was Hermione.
He completely despised himself for wanting her so badly. A disgusting Mudblood. Impure and dirty. If his parents ever found out his desires they would completely disown him, and even worse cut him off from his immense inheritance. He shuddered at the thought. Draco tried his hardest to distract himself with Quidditch and perfecting the dark arts, but every time he saw her with that idiot Weasley by her side he would need to fight off the urge to kill someone. It was absolute torture. No matter how much he tried he couldn't get her off of his mind. Her wild chestnut hair, deep brown eyes, the outline of her perfectly round breasts in her white collared shirts, the quick glimpse of her creamy, white thighs whenever she'd lean over to whisper something to Harry or Ron. He always had trouble paying attention in the classes they shared together. He was nearly failing all of them. He couldn't help but spend the entire time imagining pulling up her pleated skirt, sliding off her panties, and inserting himself deep inside of her. Taking her hard and fast right on the table as everyone watched. Making her cum and beg him for more. Merlin how he needed to have her. How he wanted her all to himself. And here she was, looking quite ill, but still beautiful in every way. He of course knew that she loathed the very sight of him. Draco envied her for that, and wished so badly that the feelings could be mutual, but he could not save himself from his intense desire for her.
So Draco came up with a plan, and waited painstakingly for two more years when he could finally enroll in Intro to Erotic Incantations and somehow trick Hermione into taking the class too. All he had to do was tell Weasley and Potter that they were too chicken shit to enter the bet. That only Slytherins were brave enough. They were both eager to prove him wrong, so Draco gladly handed them over the stink pellets. Draco was clever enough to know that Hermione always inserted herself into whatever Harry and Ron were up to. The moronic "Golden Trio" as it were. It was luck or as Draco considered it fate that she actually lost the bet. If she hadn't lost, he had decided he was just going to take her anyway in an empty classroom or in the Room of Requirement and then obliviate her memory. But thankfully this was much less…messy.
The final part of his plan was to simply charm the partner sorting cup to ensure that they were paired together. To his pleasure everything worked out perfectly, and here they were in Snape's classroom after dark about to fulfill his wildest (and most impure) dreams.
Every Friday from 8-10pm until the end of the semester she was now his. Sure it was weird that Snape would be there coaching them, but he already learned so much from professor Snape in his six years at Hogwarts that he was actually grateful for his knowledge and expertise. Draco wanted to be a professional at pleasuring a woman. He already had plenty of experience with most of the Slytherin girls, but he wanted to be the object of every girl's desire. Especially the Gryffindor Princess before him. He didn't only want to have her again and again, but he wanted her to desire him as much as he did her. He wanted to possess her in every single way; mind, body and soul. Game on.