AN: This chapter contains explicit language describing sex and masturbation, cussing, and underage drinking.

Chapter 3

Draco sat on one of the arm chairs near the back corner of the Slytherin common room, sipping his drink, deep in thought. He knew people saw Pansy and him leave together but he didn't particularly care about that. They had been doing this, whatever it was, for a little over a year now, and his fellow Slytherins were used to the pair sneaking off every now and then. This thing with Pansy was complicated to say the least. It wasn't like they were an official couple, although they had tried many times to solidify whatever they were doing. They somehow could never get the timing right. Either way, they both seemed to migrate towards the other when the stress of school or life would get too heavy. They might not be able to figure out the communication and emotions part out but they sure as hell could figure out the physical part.

But that wasn't what had him deep in thought.

He had been nervous to begin his sixth year. The Dark Lord had given him a task and it was eating at him, little by little, all summer. He couldn't fail but he had no idea how to succeed. The end of summer came too quickly and not quickly enough. He could not stand living in that house one second longer. It's not that his home had ever been a particularly happy and warm place, full of laughter and love. But it had been home. Calm and comfortable. His parents, despite their faults, cared about him and showed it occasionally, in their own way.

That changed when he came. Their living room, where he had spent countless hours with his family in quiet comfort, became a place of torture. Their dining room, where friends and family had come together for birthdays and anniversary's, a place of terror. The screams and howls of his victims would keep Draco up at night, tossing and turning. The nightmares that plagued him making him almost fearful of closing his eyes. He couldn't wait to get the hell out of there, and at the same time, he didn't want to leave. No that's not right. He did want to leave, far, far, away. He did not want to return to Hogwarts. He didn't particularly like the old loon, but he sure as hell didn't want to kill him. Draco didn't want to kill anyone.

And yet, that was his assignment. Kill the Headmaster.

But despite the life-altering task he was given and the fact that he had absolutely no plan on how to complete it, that still was not what had him deep in thought.

It was her. That filthy little Mudblood.

She had been staring at him, at them. And she had been...She was enjoying it. Draco mused to himself. The image of Hermione, legs crossed, thighs pulsing, face flushed...Fuck! He groaned inwardly. Despite himself, he couldn't help the shiver that went over his body. He wasn't blind. Little "Ms. Know-it-all" had definitely grown up. Not that a single Slytherin would admit it, not even under torture, but he had caught more than one eyeing her up and down all this week. And there she was, thigh-clenching masturbating to Pansy sucking him off. Draco was getting hard just remembering the way her eyes bore into him.

It was one of the most intense sexual experiences he had ever had with a girl. And she wasn't even doing anything. He thought, exasperated.

Draco ran a hand through his hair and took a deep breath. He could hear the rest of the Slytherins around him, talking, playing drinking games. There was even a couple on the corner opposite him who couldn't be bothered to take their display of affection somewhere more private.

It seemed the annual "Welcome Back" party was still in full debauchery mode, and unlike years past, Draco couldn't seem to enjoy it. In fact, the loud noises were starting to give him a headache.

He closed his eyes again. He needed to get it together or get out of there. When he opened his eyes, he saw Blaise Zabini and Theodore Nott approaching him. They both seemed composed despite the ridiculous amount of alcohol that Draco had seen them consume before leaving with Pansy. Draco groaned. This was about to get annoying.

"You seem in an awful foul mood for someone who just came back from feeding the kitty." Blaise said, taking a seat across from Draco. To his left, Theo also approached but chose to stand.

"Don't be so crass." Draco responded dismissively. He knew they were just messing around. Blaise and Theo had known Pansy almost as long as he had. They would never really bad-mouth her or talk too ill of her "indiscretions." But it still irritated him slighlty. Draco Malfoy was many things, but he didn't kiss and tell.

Blaise and Theo smiled mischievously but didn't press him. All three took a long sip of their drinks. Draco knew the change in his attitude was definitely going to attract commentary. Before leaving with Pansy to go "someplace more private," Draco was socializing, drinking, flirting. He even partook in some games. It's not that he was known for being the life of the party, but what he was doing in the corner could only be described as sulking.

"Well, why do you look like…" Theo started but was cut off. Draco glared at him, practically daring him to finish the sentence.

"Okay, okay." Theo said defensively, raising his hands up. "Don't blow my head off mate."

Draco downed his drink and got up from his seat.

"I'm over this. I'm going to bed." Draco said, his voice sounding bored, face impassive.

He turned and headed to his bedroom. Theo and Blaise gave each other a tense look before staring after Draco. Draco knew they knew about his task and they probably thought his sulking was related. To their credit, behind the cockiness and teasing, they seemed genuinely worried for their mate. He probably could have said something, ease their minds a bit, but Draco couldn't deal with them. Not tonight.

Draco entered his bedroom and looked at the clock. It was a little past two in the morning but he wasn't sleepy. He wasn't even the least bit tired. Try as he might he couldn't get that damn little wench off his mind. Images of her staring at him kept flashing by him. He could feel his trousers growing tighter.

Fucking shit. He thought exasperated. The filthy little Mudblood could get him this hard with just the mere thought of her. He was disgusted and attracted by it all at the same time.

He took off his clothes and laid on his bed. He preferred to sleep naked most nights so he hadn't bothered with getting some boxers to sleep in. Besides, his dick was rock hard at the moment so any clothes would be quite uncomfortable.

Draco took a deep, calming breath. He refused to touch himself to the thought of her. His mind betrayed him however. The image of Hermione, hidden in the shadows, eyes closed, breathing ragged, thighs rubbing and clenching against each other permeated his consciousness. Draco closed his eyes, his cock practically screaming to be touched. He wanted relief but he refused to do it. He could not, would not, masturbate to Hermione Granger.

He tried to think of Pansy, how her mouth had felt around him. How her small hands wrapped and pumped what she couldn't reach. He tried to remember how it felt being buried inside her, walls clenching around him.

Draco reached for his dick and started pumping. Images of Pansy, bent down in front of him while he pounded into her from behind so hard he could feel his balls slapping her thighs, egging him on.

He felt the precum on his tip and used it lubricate his hand to make his jerking motions more smooth. He could hear Pansy's screams as she came undone around him.

Draco kept pumping, he was getting close. His muscles retracting and contracting, his hand moving even faster. Despite himself, he moaned. He was so close.

And then the image in his mind changed, but he was too far deep, too close to the edge to stop. The girl he was ramming into was no longer Pansy, the screaming and moaning that he had known intimately had shifted, they sounded different. The voice was different. Draco kept thrusting into his hand. It was almost painful how much he needed to cum.

His eyes tightly shut, images of him pounding into her, chasing his own release. His hand snaked up her back and wrapped itself in her long, brown tresses. He grasped her hair roughly and pulled her head up, using it as leverage to drive deeper into her. His fantasy was so vivid, he could practically hear the moans as she turned around to face him. Fuck! So close! So close! His mind had gone blank to anything other than the sensation and the image in his head.

A pair of chocolate brown eyes stared at him, glazed with lust but still held that defiant look he both hated and enjoyed. Full of that Gryffindor fire.

And Draco came. Hard. His ejaculate came in long spurts all over his hand, landing on his stomach and thighs. He rode out the waves of bliss and calm that usually follow his orgasm. His whole body felt like jelly.

He took deep breaths and counted to ten. Once his heart rate had settled he stared down at the mess he had made.

"Fuck." He said, disgusted and ashamed.

He had just had one of the best orgasms in his life and it had been to the thought of fucking the living brains out of the one female he could never have.

Draco got his wand and cast a quick cleaning spell. He laid back down on his bed and tried to think about absolutely anything other than a certain frizzy-haired witch.

Sixth year was already complicated enough, he couldn't afford any distractions.