Draco had never been much of a fan of Hermione Granger. She was swotty, bossy and just… extremely noisy. However, he was a fan of women. He fell more on the looks side, personality always came second. He always liked his women with thick bum, big perky breasts and a small waist. Granger was never a sexual thought.

Until this day.

It was just a sweltering hot boring day. He could feel his oxford shirt sticking onto his skin as he casted another cooling charm himself, as he heard another yawn. Draco could only continue looking at the blackboard wearily and snicker at how Granger's curls would continue to frizz at the corner of his peripheral vision.

Flitwick was going through another of those stale charms, something something devita on the board . Theo and his girlfriend were busy rebutting him. Whatever it was, Draco had his chin propped up on his hand, watching the clock tick.

Suddenly, something burnt him. He let out a tiny gasp and looked down on his paper. Draco was more than speechless. Salazar, what was this?

His cock throbbed against his trousers as Draco swallowed.

No panties, Daddy ;)

Above those words was a provocative picture under a witch's skirt. With bare folds pink and wet. Dainty fingers which should be on a quill right now were holding her pussy apart. In that moment, his fingers caressed those folds and he could hear a soft gasp.

No fucking way.

Granger?


After Draco momentarily calmed himself down for a second. He chuckled internally to himself. Who knew Granger was such a naughty girl? Was this for the Weasel? Did she do this all the time? Wearing no fucking knickers in class? His lips curved into a smile as he watched Granger squirm in her chair, gazing desperately at the red head's table who seemed totally oblivious to the whole situation.

His fingers touched her clit, slowly rubbed it in small circles and he watched as the mudblood's gap and opened. She tried to bounce on her hips discreetly as he snickered, moving his fingers away. Her nipples had puckered and rubbed against her tight blouse. Draco held back a groan as he returned to touching her.

Imagining her riding him, her breasts bouncing in front of him as he tried to suck on a nipple.

Him grabbing her thick bushy hair and pounding her hips from behind.

Her small lips around his coc-

The image was so crisp and clear. Her wet, tight, pussy in front of him.

He would be honest. Perhaps he was lying to himself. This was not the first time he had thought of Granger as a sexual being. The Yule Ball. That slap. Fuck, he wondered if she liked to be spanked. Tied up. Choked.

Draco continued rubbing her clit in circles as he looked at the mewing witch. Would she do that if she was on his cock right now?

He pinches her clit, watching her jolt and holding her hand up to cover her moans. Softly placing soft kisses on the paper, he hears the sighs of a satisfied witch.

He really did not care but still, an inner thought had wanted her to scream his name out at that moment.

When the class ends, Draco folds the paper and slips it into his robe pocket. He takes a last look at the brunette witch who had captivated so much of his attention during that lesson. All flushed and glowing, she looked like she was freshly fucked but pleased.

Now his cock needed some attention when he gets back to the dorms.

This was not the last for her.