It's 6th year. Harry has just cast a Sectumsempra on Draco almost killing him. He tells Hermione he is going to give a pensieve memory to the Prophet and get him expelled unless he 'convinces her' not to.
M for explicit smut.
Characters Belong to JK
Hermione was in for it now, and was fighting not to pull her wand and blast the arrogant Malfoy straight through the wall. She knew he deserved it, but she had made a deal. So she followed him down a long deserted corridor near the Ravenclaw tower, summoning her Gryffindor courage to get through this.
He peeked into several different classrooms, muttering under his breath, a cocky gleam in his eye and a swagger in his step. Every few seconds he would look at her, a smirk on his face, and Hermione silently fumed.
He had her under his thumb for the moment, and she knew it.
Finally, they arrived at a door that seemed to meet his requirements. He peered through the window, nodded to himself, and pulled his wand. Draco cast an unlocking spell on the classroom door, opened it, and walked in. He cast a few spells to dispel the dust, and pulled her inside.
He clearly wasn't wasting any time.
"This will do," said Draco, finishing up his spells to lock and seal the room. When he turned to face her, his eyes were dark and his smirk was back. "It's time, Granger."
She nodded, not showing any fear. She would not let this ferret intimidate her, no matter what she agreed to.
Not seeing what he expected in her face - and secretly admiring her bravery - he decided to get straight to it. "Now, lift up your shirt, up over your tits. And your bra too."
Hermione's cheeks turned red, but knowing she had to do this for Harry - she did have Malfoy's unbreakable vow, after all, that if she spent one night with him, having sex with him, he wouldn't expose Harrys use of a deadly dark curse on him - but she was very embarrassed. But thank goodness she insisted on the vow, because he had half joked that he had been looking forward to having Parkinson joined them at some point. So, taking a deep breath, she pushed her shirt and bra up over her breasts, shame heating her cheeks even further. She looked down at her feet, not wanting him to see him leering at her.
"Hmm, very nice, Granger," Malfoy said, and Hermione looked up from the ground in surprise, to see him staring at her breasts and licking his lips. She watched, half in shock and half in embarrassment, as he unbuttoned his trousers and pulled his penis free, his hand stroking the semi-erect member.
She wanted to look away, but she couldn't, as his organ slowly hardened in his fist. The chill in the air made her shiver, and caused her nipples to harden, much to her chagrin. Malfoy noticed though, as she heard him take a deep breath, and mumble 'very nice indeed' under his breath.
Before she could even form a coherent thought that this was actually happening, Malfoy spoke again. "Now, take off your skirt, and then come over here on your knees and suck me. Put the skirt down, the floor is cold and your knees will hurt." He said this with the same disdainful command he always spoke to her with, and her trepidation was subsumed by anger. Though she did at least appreciate his comment about the cold, hard floor not being comfortable.
'For Harry,' she thought, as she unbuttoned her skirt and slid it down her hips and off, leaving her clad only in black stockings and her white panties. This time, she didn't look away, and noticed with surprise how his eyes widened and his hand began to stroke faster.
"Hmm, quite sexy, Granger. I didn't picture you as a lace girl," said Malfoy, in a deeper voice than she had heard him use before. "Or maybe you dressed for the occasion?" he added, his usual smirk and arrogant tone back in his voice.
Not answering him, she hesitated only a moment, until he beckoned her over. She moved over to him, lay the skirt down on the ground, and went to her knees before him, as he took a step closer until his now fully hard member pointed straight at her face, less than a few inches away. She stared at it for a few moments, feeling her heart speed up. Looking closely at the first penis she had ever seen up close, she saw that, as she had expected, he was uncircumcised. The organ was probably about average in length, maybe 5 or 6 inches, and jutted out from a thin patch of blonde pubic hair that looked trimmed and was very short. He had also pulled his testicles through the opening in his trousers, and they looked like small, egg shaped sacks of wrinkled skin with a smattering of thin strands of coarse, blonde hair. And then his hand moved away, and she stared with quickening breath at the throbbing penis in front of her that moved towards her as he took one last step closer.
Mustering her courage, she reached out and gently took his erection in her hand, afraid of hurting him. He gasped as her cold hands touched his turgid flesh, and she jerked her hand away and looked up at him in alarm. "Sorry, Granger, your cold hands felt good. Try again," he said, his usual sneering voice replaced by a husky tone that she had never heard him use before.
Reaching out again, she took him in her hand, gently tightening her grip. His breath was a little uneven, and she glanced up quickly to his face. He had an intense look of concentration on his face, and his eyes were so dark as to be almost black. Their eyes locked for a moment, before she looked back down at the flesh in her hand.
It literally throbbed, and felt hot. She stroked him a few times, getting used to the feel of a penis in her hand. She had never done this before, and though she had often fantasized what it would be like to be with certain boys, Malfoy never was one of her dream-lovers.
She moved her face closer, and tentatively moved her tongue over the top, taking a small taste. She could see the tip of the crown barely visible through the opening in the foreskin, and she let her fist slowly grip near the top, and moved the foreskin down, exposing more of the purplish crown.
Her thumb trailed over it, feeling how much softer this part was. She heard Draco gasp as she rolled her thumb over the small slit at the end, and again let her tongue trail around, getting the mushroom shaped head nice and wet. Closing her eyes, she moved her mouth even closer to the throbbing member and let her lips close over the tip, applying gentle suction to it as her hand held it at a proper angle for best access. While true that she didn't have any experience, she had read up on the subject, knowing that Malfoy would probably demand this of her before actual intercourse occurred.
"Ahh, fuck, Granger, that feels good," he moaned, reminding her again of what was happening, and who was attached to this penis. Keeping her eyes closed, she began to slowly bob on him, taking a few inches of his penis into her mouth before moving back. His taste was surprisingly neutral, tasting like her own thumb, but warmer and pulsing. She gently sucked for maybe a dozen strokes, before she felt his hands tangle in her hair. "Yes, that's it, suck me, use that mouth for something besides spewing lectures at me," he mumbled, and began to pump his hips into her mouth.
Feeling angry but resigned, Hermione wanted to keep her slow pace, but he had hold of her head now, and between the motion of his hips and his pulling and pushing her head, his member was now sliding in and out of her mouth quickly. Sometimes it would hit the back of her throat, making her gag, or gasp for breath. "Breathe through your nose, it will help," Malfoy said, as he pumped a few more times before pulling his member free. She still had her hand around the base, and her eyes opened and looked up at him, questioning. He stared down at her, eyes hungry, burning the image of him moving his cock on her face, sliding it along her lips and along her cheeks and along the ridges of her eyes. . He was entranced that it was his cock waving in front of Grangers face, leaving a saliva trail, and he wanted to slap her cheeks with his member. Her eyes, so brown and sparkling, looked so innocent and sexy at the same time. He actually was about to slap her mouth with his cock, but she repointed him towards her mouth, her own hand softly but firmly pushing his away, before pushing it back into her mouth and now moving at a steady pace.
Malfoy groaned, sensation pouring from his groin; he was feeling great. He had always wanted to dominate Granger, and this was the best way he could do so without maiming her. And truth to tell, she had turned into quite a sexy little mudblood, with an absolutely stonking body. And she was pretty damn good at giving head. He'd had at least ten girls suck him off in the past two years, and this was just about as good as any of the others, save for that 1 7th year Ravenclaw who could suck like a vacuum potion flask. Draco didn't want to cum yet, as he wanted to feel her wrapped around his cock as he ploughed her, wanted to look in her eyes as he filled her with his spunk; but he knew he wasn't going to last. It felt too fucking good.
And, he knew, thanks to the stamina and lust potions he had taken earlier, he was going to be hard almost all night.
"Yes, that's it, you're so good at this," he moaned, "I bet Potter would give anything to be in my shoes right now." Malfoy taunted her, now driving his hips forward and back, assisting her motions with his hands wrapped in her hair.
Hermione kept her eyes closed, part of her just wishing this was over with, while another, smaller part, felt herself oddly excited by this. She had always wondered what it would be like.
Malfoy was now literally pumping into her mouth, his testicles slapping against her chin. "Yes, that's it, I'm getting close. Take my balls in your hand, cup them, but be careful of them" he groaned, and Hermione hesitated only a moment, not stopping what she was doing, before she complied, feeling the warm organs settle in her hand.
For the next minute, only his moans, the sucking sounds of his cock spearing her mouth and the gently rustle of clothing as she worked his balls against the crotch of his pants could be heard. Finally, he began to moan louder. "Fuck, Granger, I'm going to cum, don't suck on the head, it will be too sensitive. Take me deep, and squeeze my balls."
Hermione did as she was instructed, but opened her eyes and looked up at Malfoy. Their eyes locked for a moment, and this was it for Malfoy. He groaned again, a long, drawn out grunt of what sounded to Hermione like a mix of pain and pleasure. Suddenly, Hermione felt a warm, thick fluid fill her mouth. Completely surprised, despite knowing what was in her mouth and having expected it, she felt herself gagging, and tried to pull her head back but his hands held her in place, and she felt a second spurt filling her mouth. Having no alternative, she swallowed the load, even as a third spurt filled her mouth.
She pulled back much harder this time, and his strength seemed gone as he panted and swayed on his feet. His penis flopped out of her mouth, trailing a thin strand of semen to her chin, and a last, small spurt erupted from him and spattered onto her chest, while the rest of his semen flowed from the corners of her mouth and down onto her chest and splayed thighs.
She glanced back up at Malfoy; he was panting, eyes closed, and a serene look on his face that she had never seen there before. Maybe he felt her eyes on him, as they opened languidly. His eyes were so dark, Hermione thought, and his grey orbs were suddenly staring down into her own. She couldn't look away, until she saw his hand move, sliding back to his cock, and after pressing out a last drop or two, he began stroking himself immediately.
She looked away, embarrassed, and wiped his release off her chin with the back of her hand, standing up and stretching her legs, and taking a step back.
"Fuck, Granger, you're good at that," Malfoy muttered. "Now..now let's get naked, I want to be inside you." His left hand came up and stroked her arm, making her shiver. When she didn't move back, he let his fingers trail down up her arm and then down her chest, running over her breasts and down over her belly. "Mmm, very nice. You've really developed into a hot number."
Malfoy looked down, admiring her toned stomach, narrow waist and flaring hips. Her skin was pale and soft, and hot under his hands. He let his hands trail over her form, before lifting his arms and pushing her blouse over her head.
She shook her hair out, the wild curls flying about her face. "Take off the shirt, but leave the tie on," Draco said, his cock fully hardening again as he stepped out of his pants. "But leave on your stockings and panties for now, I am going to take those off myself."
"Ok," said, the first words she'd spoken since giving Malfoy his blowjob. She was nervous, biting her lip as she stripped down as Draco commanded. Her own eyes couldn't help but travel over his form, and she had to admit he was quite fit, with strong, toned arms and abs, and muscular thighs. He stepped out of his pants, and stood fully naked in front of her, his cock hard again, and moving slowly through his hand.
Hermione stood before him, in her panties, stockings, and tie, and he took her hand and led her to the couch. "Lay down," Malfoy said, his voice deep and husky. Hermione did so, quailing under Malfoy's heavy stare. He was hovering over her, his face about a foot from hers, and his hands began to work down her chest. She shifted under him as he tweaked her nipples, and despite herself found herself getting aroused.
"Mm, you like that, don't you Granger," Malfoy said, the cockiness back in his voice. "I always knew a real lion lay underneath that bookworm persona," he smirked.
"You wish, Malfoy," Hermione countered, but could not hold in her gasp when his lips closed around her nipple, at the same time his hand came up her inner thigh and ran lightly over her panty clad center. Malfoy looked up at her eyes as he sucked her nipples, and his hand moved gently on her center.
"Oh, I think I'm right Granger," he said cockily, and pressed down on her clitoris as he smiled up at her.
This time her moan was louder, and Malfoy admired her amazing form as he worked his hands on her. Her nipples were rock hard, topping her generous breasts. Malfoy began kissing down her body until he slid off the edge of the couch and sat on the floor between her legs, which he pushed apart to make room for his shoulders. "I think I need to taste you, Granger, 'cause you smell so fucking good."
Hermione was confused, her body was betraying her and she was definitely getting moist. Her head felt fuzzy, and his hand on her felt really good. But she snapped back to reality when she heard him speak. "Malfoy, wait, I thought we were just going to have sex .ooohhh ...ahhhhh" she gasped, but then moaned when he suddenly gripped the edge of her knickers and pulled them aside, leaving her sex bare to his tongue, which he swiped from her entrance up and over her clitoris.
"Mmmmm, you taste delicious," he mumbled into her sex, as he used one hand to hold the knickers to the side and the other to play with her moist folds. His tongue trailed up and down through her slit, devouring her. He was enjoying inspecting her pussy, as it was one of the better ones he had seen, with a bit of bushy mound at the top, and then trimmed nicely down the sides. She had delicate, hot pink lips, and her button was a small pearl nestled at the top of the folds just begging to be sucked.
Malfoy had to admit, she tasted divine. Clean, and spicy, and just fucking delicious. Much better than those tarts in Slytherin that he fucked. His finger soon began sliding into her, and she spread her legs wider, throwing her head back and moaning. When her hands came down and pulled his face closer to her center, he smiled in victory as he worked her closer to orgasm.
When she was moaning constantly, her hips moving, he moved his face away, just teasing her clit with his thumb while his finger pumped into her. "Cum for me, Granger, cum for me hard," he said.
Hermione snapped her head back down, opening her eyes and meeting his arrogant stare. She immediately stopped moving her hips, but then his tongue peaked out and began licking her clit again. As she stared into her grey eyes, she wanted to deny him, but when a second finger entered her and began to pulse against her g spot, she felt the knot in her groin unwinding and she began to pulse on his fingers as a massive orgasm crashed over her. She tensed up, her body lifting from the couch, her breath held in deep in her lungs for one long moment, and then everything uncoiled and she collapsed back on the couch, panting, as Malfoy lifted his head from beneath her thighs.
"There you go, Granger. I knew you had that in you," he said huskily. "Now, it's time for my cock to get inside you."
Even as Hermione was recovering from the biggest orgasm of her life, she felt Malfoy dragging her knickers down her legs. From her position inclined on the couch, she looked down, as he was on his knees between her thighs, cock in hand and moving closer to her sopping vagina. She knew her hymen had been broken a few years ago when flailing on a broom, but his penis looked very large now as it hovered above her swollen sex.
"Go slow," she blurted, her face immediately turning red, not believing he cared what she wanted.
But to her surprise, he nodded. "Don't worry, Granger. I won't hurt you." He said this in a soft voice she had never heard him use before. As she wondered why, she felt the tip of him pressing against her, and her eyes immediately moved to where he was pressing. His penis...his cock...was nestled right at her opening, and she felt herself stretching as he pressed forward, the head and shaft slowly sinking into her body.
After just a few seconds, he was all the way inside. "Fuck, Granger, you are so tight. You have an incredible pussy," he groaned, as he began to slowly pull his hips back, letting most of his cock retreat, before sinking back inside again. "You are so much tighter than Pansy, fuck."
Hermione kept her eyes glued to his cock as it moved in and out of her, memorizing every detail. She watched as her own flesh parted so easily for his member, almost clinging to it when he pulled back, like it didn't want to let him go too far out. When he pushed in, she felt his testicles pressing against her bum, which was flat against the couch. As he began to move faster, her breasts began to gently sway with their motions.
She finally let her eyes trail up from where they were joined, and they met his. They were a darker grey than she had ever seen, and a look of bliss was on his face. For the first time she could remember, he was looking at her with no artifice or sneer on his face; just pure pleasure.
She thought he looked much more handsome this way, and she couldn't help moaning as he began to move faster.
"Fuck Hermione, you feel so good wrapped around me," he moaned, and looked down at where they were joined. He pushed forward a bit, and let his hands grip the tops of her thighs, spreading her legs a bit wider and further back, which let him go deeper.
Hermione was startled, as she had never heard him call her by her name before: not ever. Even as this thought rattled through her mind, one of his hands came down her thigh and under, and began to squeeze her bum while the other began to rub her clit.
"Ohhh," she cried out, now moving her hips in time with his, feeling herself copiously leaking round his member. She could not keep the moans quiet, and they were soon joined by his. "I can't last Hermione, I going to cum soon. Are you close?" he asked, and began to rub her clit harder.
"Yeesssss" she moaned, and her own hands trailed over her nipples, squeezing and pulling at them. "Harder, just a bit harder," she said, and Draco answered by pounding into her, his balls slapping against her thighs and bum. "I'm cumming Hermione" he moaned, and she felt herself climaxing at the same time, clenching on his cock even as she felt it throb inside her.
Draco collapsed on her, his cock still inside her, her hips moving, milking his release which flowed from him in torrents like he had never felt before. He was lying flat on her, his face pressed into the side of her neck, her hair plastered on his forehead.
They were both breathing heavily, but they began to slowly catch their breath. Without thinking, Draco kissed the side of her neck just below her jaw. He tasted her sweat, and even there she tasted sweet, just the faintest hint of vanilla. So he kissed her again, and again, wanting to devour her skin.
And then, she turned her face towards him, and suddenly their lips were locked together in a heated kiss, their tongues were soon tangled together, and his hands came up the side of her face, holding her in place.
He felt himself hardening inside her again, and soon began to slowly pump into her again, even as she moaned into his mouth. Her head fell backwards, and he lifted himself up on his arms, and began to slowly plunge into her again. "Damn, Hermione, you are fantastic," he said. She answered by moaning, and then he heard her say 'Yes, Draco, just like that," and it was like a bomb exploded in his head. Like her, he had never heard her use his first name before.
When he suddenly pulled out, she felt suddenly bereft and looked up in a sexual daze. Malfoy moved next to her, sitting on the couch, and took her narrow waist in his hands and lifted her up. "I want you on top, I want to look at you," he said, voice deep with need. "Swing your leg over."
Hermione hesitated only a moment, but then moved over him until she straddled his waist. She looked down between them, and took his cock in hand, lining it up with her opening. She then slowly sank down on him, moaning out at how good it felt having him inside her again. "Oh, yes," she moaned, and began to move up and down on his shaft.
His hands were on her hips, and he helped her move, and then grabbed fistfuls of bum, squeezing and rolling the soft cheeks as she moved on his pole.
As Hermione bounced on Draco's cock, she leaned forward to put more pressure on her clit. "Merlin that's good," she rasped, embarrassment and anger over this whole situati9on having been long ago subsumed by pleasure. Had she known how good sex was, she would have taken Viktor up on his entreaties to go further than 2nd base, or given in and slept with one of the Ravenclaw boys that had been steadily asking her out since about midway through 5th year.
She looked down as she moved on him, again admiring his toned form. His grey eyes were doing plenty of admiring themselves, as they scanned up from where they were joined, up and over her bouncing breasts, and back down again.
Hermione felt herself getting close to orgasm again, and completely unashamedly let one of her fingers trail down and begin circling her nub. After a few passes, one of Draco's hands moved to her breasts and began pinching her nipples, while the other moved to her bum, and was squeezing and rolling her cheeks.
"Ohh, shit," she cried, her orgasm tearing through her as she bounced on his cock. She clenched tightly on him, before collapsing down on him, her chest laying on his and her face pressed into his shoulder.
"Merlin you are so hot Hermione," he said, pounding upwards on her over-sensitized body, making her cry out with each thrust. "Here, you are exhausted, turn back over." Draco lifted her up and off him, and lay her back down. He lifted her legs and placed her ankles over his shoulders, and sank back inside in one long stroke. Hermione huffed out a breath, her sweaty hair sticking to her face. All she could do was lay back as Draco pounded into her, going much deeper than before. He then took her ankles in his hands, and spread her legs out wide to the left and right, going so far in that she felt the head of his cock pressing into her cervix.
Draco grunted. "Oh shit, I am going to cum again, rub my balls, please, flick them," he begged, his pelvis moving like a jackhammer into her. Tired – and somewhat sore - as she was, Hermione wanted him to cum, so he snaked her hands down alongside his pelvis and let her fingers trail along his swollen testicles as they swung forward and back. She literally felt them tightening under her fingers, and then with a yell he pulled back out, his cock hovering above her sex, and grasped himself in his fist, pumping his cock at a furious pace. She watched as a small stream of semen launched out and landed in a ropy string from her belly and down over her mound. A 2nd burst did not go quite as far, landing fully on her mound. She found the whole thing very sexy, and lifted her hips up and spread her folds, and a 3rd, much smaller spurt landed on her spread labia, mixing with her own release. She watched, entranced, as his cum dripped down her body, settling into her pubic hair.
Draco finally released his cock, and raised his eyes from his marking of Granger. Her stomach and pubes was covered in his cum, and he finally lay his belly down on hers, feeling his release – still warm and sticky – covering his own belly. He moved closer to her, and met her with a gentle kiss. "That was incredible, thank you," he murmured in between kisses to her cheeks, nose, lips, and eyes. "Potter is a fool if he risks losing you," he mumbled.
Hermione's hands were idly stroking his back and bum, but she looked at Malfoy with some confusion, their mouths less than a few inches away as he still lay on her. She felt his weight as a pleasant distraction, and felt his cock – now soft – nestled against her very wet pussy. "Harry doesn't think of me like that. I'm more of an annoying older sister who bails him out of trouble, I think."
Draco shook his head slightly, and laughed at her words, rolling off of her and alongside, their naked and perspiration-damp bodies laying against each other. Hermione sighed, as his warmth felt good against the room's chill. "Granger" – so he was back to that, Hermione thought, reflexively pulling herself back so they were no longer pressed tightly together – "Potter is totally besotted with you. Everyone knows it, except maybe him. You have no idea how he looks at you. You're too close to the situation."
Draco quieted, and Hermione chewed her lip in thought. Her wandering thoughts were pulled back as Draco began speaking more quietly. "And if Weasley wasn't such a selfish dick, he would have told him to get his head out his ass and ask you out already." He smiled ruefully at her. "Hell, it's like you two have been dating for years already. No one else has a chance with him as long as you are around, and he's not going to find a better girl for him in Hogwarts."
Hermione thought about his words, even as he moved his head back towards her neck, letting his nose trail along her pulse point, making her shiver. But Hermione's mind was far away again. Could it be true? Did Harry not even realize what his own feelings were?
Her introspections were finished only a moment later, when she felt him kissing behind her ear. A soft moan came unbidden from her chest, and he moved closer again, his body feeling like a warm blanket. "Fuck, I want you again, but even I need a few minutes to recover." He leaned over, running his hands down her belly, feeling his own cum soaking her pubes. He brought his lips to hers, trailing delicate kisses over her nose, jaw, and eyelids.
Hermione blushed. "I'm...I'm a bit sore," Hermione admitted, feeling an odd mix of sated and aroused. His hand moved lower, and began teasing her core, making her squirm.
"Hmm," Draco said, now running a slow fingertip along the edges of her breast, feeling an inner thrill when she shivered and her nipple turned hard again. "Well, then I think this will be our last little tryst for the night, as I wouldn't want to wear you out too much."
Despite wanting to be annoyed with his smug tone, she moaned when he tweaked her nipple and then ran his hand down the center of her belly, and so softly along the seam of her sex. She noticed that he was hard again - how is he doing that? - and could at least be honest with herself that she wanted him again, despite the powerful feeling of relaxation and general satiation she was feeling.
"So, how about this? We can try a good old fashioned 69 until we both cum, or..." he let his voice fade, a contemplative but challenging look on his face.
Never one to pass from a challenge, she looked at him directly, her eyes steady. "Or?"
Showing a heavy lidded stare that made her squirm against his slowly moving finger, he smiled. "Or, we can try putting my cock here," he said, and let his finger trail under her sex and along her anus.
Her eyes widened at this, but her protests were cut off when his thumb came down on her clit while his fingertip grazed along the edges of her rosebud. She moaned, her eyes still riveted on his.
'She hasn't refused yet', he thought, 'she's certainly a Gryffindor'; so he turned down the sarcastic voice he usually used and instead tried to persuade. "I promise you will love it. I will use a lubrication charm, and once we get going if it hurts I will stop immediately." He then added in much quieter voice. "But i don't think you will. Some girls even prefer it in their bum, all the while playing with themselves or having their guy put a finger inside them so they get to feel extra sensation,"
Hermione's mind was clouded with lust, and Draco had not yet stopped his delightful, sinful motions on her bum or her clit. As she debated it, he let the tip of his finger slip past the ring of her rosebud, making her tense for a moment. But the pain she expected never came, and she slowly pushed her hips down, making his finger sink deeper into her.
Draco was slowly pumping his finger into her asshole, and began to press down on her clit in time with the thrusting. She finally shut her eyes, letting herself just enjoy the sensation.
Another minute went by, but the slow pace of his fingers was maddening to her. "Ok," she said at last. Let's try."
Draco felt a surge of lust race through him, and was instantly hard again. She noticed, as his cock moved against her hip momentarily, until it was standing at full mast, throbbing with his heartbeat.
Draco leaned over and picked up his wand, and asked Hermione to turn over. Blushing, and biting her lower lip, she rolled onto her belly, and let Draco move her legs apart and lift her hips. She was embarrassed having him manhandle her like this, but could admit to herself she was highly aroused.
Draco, meanwhile, moved behind her, and with a nudge she spread her legs and then helped him lift her bum up. "Beautiful," he mumbled, as her sex and ass opened for him. He gently pressed down on her lower back, which forced her to widen her stance and push her hips backwards. As a result, her flower spread wide, and her asshole was open and visible.
When he ran a gentle finger along her seam, from her clit to her ass, she shivered. She was literally sopping.
Not wasting another moment, he took his wand, touched it to her bumhole, and cast a lubrication and cleansing charm, and Hermione shivered again in response. She turned her head over her shoulder to look at him, and when he placed his wand back down and shuffled forward, she was embarrassed again as he was staring at her fully bared body again, slowly stroking his cock. She could admit it was embarrassing, but was also powerfully erotic.
"Ok," he said in a husky voice, "here we go. If something hurts, tell me. I will go really slow."
"Ok," she said, gasping as she felt the tip of his penis begin pressing forwards, a direction that was completely foreign to that particular orifice, which was designed for things to go out, not in.
However, the massive lubrication charm helped immensely, and she could admit there was not much pain. Rather, it was sort of a very full feeling, not painful but a bit weird. That lasted until he pulled back outwards, and suddenly a feeling of immense pleasure shot through her, as he was moving the way nature intended. "Ohh," she moaned, echoing his own voiced
"Merlin, you feel so amazing Hermione," he said, gasping at the stranglehold her ass had on his cock. He moved slowly, pumping into her glorious ass, and reached under to tweak one of her nipples, causing her to shriek. He kept up his gently motions, not wanting to rush this, wanting to feel this all night.
However, he couldn't help but slowly pick up his pace, as his balls began to feel heavy again, and he knew he would last. Hermione had laid her head down on the bed, and was diddling herself with her hand, moaning his name. When he picked up his pace again, he moved his hands to the cheeks of her bum and began to squeeze them as he pounded her ass.
"Fuck, yes, don't fucking stop," she squealed, surprising Draco so much as she had never before, at least in his presence, used profanity. In fact, she was famous for calling others on it.
"Hmm, you like that, you like my fat cock in your arse?" he asked.
"Yes yes!" she gasped, pushing her hips back at him.
"Turn over," he commanded, pulling his cock out, taking a second to admire her now gaping asshole, and flipping her on her back. She yelped, but he quickly moved between her thighs, and taking himself in hand slipped his cock back into her ass. There was a brief moment of embarrassment, but once he began pounding her ass again, she was cooing, spreading her legs wider and once again playing with herself.
Draco was on his knees, one hand on her breasts and the other on one of her raised knees, keeping her spread wide. He was mesmerized, watching his cock vanish into Grangers ass, moving in and out so smoothly. He knew this memory was going to bring him pleasure for years - maybe decades - to come.
Hermione was feeling increasing pressure in her groin, and sped up her movement on her clit. Any and all embarrassment had long ago fled at the immense pleasure she was feeling, and she suddenly felt like she was going to pee and cum and the same time. Tossing her head against the pillows, she screamed as the dam burst, and a huge gush of fluid burst from her. She felt it streaming out her body and immediately soaking everything between her thighs and dripping to the seat below.
She heard Draco yelling something, but she was dizzy and literally seeing stars, and felt completely boneless and sated as she tried to catch her breath.
Draco was almost ready to cum when suddenly, Hermione screamed out, tossed her head back and forth, and then a huge torrent of foamy, golden cum spurted from her pussy and soaked his cock and balls. As she spasmed wickedly around him, he called out her name and exploded in her ass, spurting deep into her bowels.
A few seconds later, he collapsed on her, their chests rising and falling together as they tried to catch their breath. When his cock slipped out, he felt his cum leaking from her ass, mixing with her own squirt that had soaked him completely. "Merlin, Granger, that was fantastic," he finally said, kissing the side of her sweaty face.
"Mm," she answered, her eyes fluttering, a small smile on her lips, as her breath finally calmed. Her hands were drawing lazy patterns on his lower back, and she seemed to be half dazed. He watched in amusement, as the talkative bookworm was seemingly at a loss for words. He wanted to get up, but was too damn comfortable and she was the only source of warmth in the room. Their legs were intertwined, and his soft cock was nestled against her sopping pussy.
Malfoy was proud, he got Granger to squirt! He so very badly wanted to rub this into the Weasels face - Potter's too, though he knew the Weasel would be more ticked.
But - he wouldn't do it. This had turned into something he had not expected, and he felt like they had shared something pretty damn amazing and special. Yes, he took advantage of her, but that is what Slytherins often did - maximize every situation where advantage can be gained.
And yet, he honestly could not hurt her that way. Sure, if there was no possible way it would get back to her, then he would love to rub weasel and potters face in it. But he knew it would get back to her, and he didn't want to hurt her.
After a few minutes, he finally roused himself up and rolled off of her and sat up. She blinked at him a few times, as if waking from a trance, and immediately blushed.
Smiling, he handed her bra and blouse. "Thank you, Granger. That was really amazing. The best I've ever had."
Hermione blinked, and looked at his eyes, searching. There was no smirk or taunting there. She wasn't sure how to react to this Malfoy, so she just nodded. "It was amazing for me too," she answered. "Thank you for not making it horrible," she added in a smaller voice.
Draco stood up, retrieving the rest of his clothes. He cast a quick scourgify on himself, but knew he would need a shower anyway. As he started dressing, he heard her also mutter the spell, and a few others he didn't know. When he turned, she was almost fully dressed, just finishing up buttoning her shirt.
Finally, they both had laced up their shoes, and stood up, facing each other. She was biting her lip again, and he just watched her silently. Her hair was a frightful mess - nothing new there, he supposed - and her cheeks were rosy. Her eyes, though guarded, were sparkly, and the faintest hint of freckles across the bridge of her nose seemed to stand out to him.
He realized, quite belatedly, that she was quite pretty. Yes, he knew that when she went all out like at the Yule Ball she could look great; but then again, many girls could do that. But now, with no makeup on at all, and a bed-head, she looked pretty damn good. Better, in fact, than most girls in the school.
Fuck. What was wrong with him? This was supposed to be the enemy. A mudblood. A girl that showcased everything wrong with muggleborns. This was supposed to be about humiliating her. Of having something over her.
When had the situation become so confusing?
Because, now, he could admit, that some of the things he had learned at his father's knee were wrong. Mudbloods could be smart - smarter than purebloods. Mudbloods could be powerful - he knew several that were. And they were supposed to be nothing more than refuse. Trash. Something to be used then disposed of. And, at the very least, this girl in front of him was not something to be disposed of, but rather something to be cherished.
At that moment, he knew he was fucked. There was simply no way he could see this girl as an enemy.
He realized he had been staring at her, as she was getting uncomfortable. Taking a deep breath, he came clean. "Granger…Hermione," he started, noticing her eyes snapped to his again when he said her name. "..I...I want to apologize. Completely. I should never have taken advantage of you like this. So, even though it was amazing and my main regret is I can't see you wanting to do this again, I am sorry for forcing this. I realize I have been a total pillock to you for the past 6 years, and that much of my behavior towards you and other muggleborns is unconscionable. So, for that more than anything, I really am sorry."
Hermione stood there stock still, surprise written on her features. She didn't know what to say - again, an unusual thing for her - so she just gave him a small smile. "Apology accepted, Draco."
A/N - Written back in 2013 and recently discovered with about 20 other stories I thought lost. Will post them up slowly.
Not sure if I should add another chap or 2 to this. LMK if any interest.