After being showed up by the Golden Girl in class, Draco decides it's high time he teaches that swot a lesson...
Content warning: Hate sex, implied dom/sub, and dubious consent.
HOWEVER...it's not really. It's roleplay, and it is made obvious throughout the chapter that they are in fact, roleplaying, but if you're sensitive about the warnings I just mentioned, maybe skip this one.
"Actually, Professor-"
Draco paused mid-explanation, eyelid twitching as he glared at the one who'd cut him off.
Hogwarts' number one swot had her hand proudly in the air as though she'd just won the Quidditch World Cup. Completely ignoring his scathing glower, Granger barreled on as if she hadn't just utterly interrupted him with no shame to speak of. "-Malfoy is mistaken. The Third Great Goblin Revolt ended because Gobthor the Annihilator tried to hide the crown jewels in his stomach by swallowing them whole. Gobthor was said to have a large ego, and thought his body could handle it. However, what actually happened was the jewels completely blocked his small intestine, and he died a week later from difficulties while defecating."
A chorus of "eww!" and immature snickers rang through the classroom, but Granger paid them no mind as she prattled on.
"Without Gobthor, the goblins stood no chance against the wizards and surrendered. The goblins made up the story about Gobthor being eaten by a dragon, because it was less embarrassing for them. The truth only came to light when Gobthor's body was found months later."
Professor Binns was silent for a long moment, then nodded. "That's correct, thank you for informing us of the accurate events, Miss Granger. Ten points to Gryffindor," the man droned in his usual monotone, and Draco legitimately couldn't tell if he was being genuine or not.
Granger beamed, sitting a little straighter in her seat. If the bint straightened up anymore, her spine would probably snap in two, Draco thought snidely.
Circe, she infuriated him. The brown-nosing, bushy-haired, stick-up-the-arse Granger always had to prove someone wrong, always had to portray herself in the best light possible, always had to be so fucking right about everything. And he was positive there was no one in school she enjoyed showing up more than him. Which made sense, given that they were the two top students in Hogwarts, but still. Granger never missed an opportunity to publicly correct him, or out-perform him, or anything that would show just how bloody superior she was. Granted, Draco always gave as good as he got, to the point that he was pretty sure most of the other students held a healthy fear of both of them, but that didn't mean she didn't still grind his gears every time she trounced him.
That look on her face, the subtle little side-eye she was currently sending him, so smug with a hint of challenging heat –
It made him want to ruin her.
Draco boldly scowled right back, reigning in the threatening tug at the corner of his lips.
When class was dismissed, the blond strode casually to the door as though he hadn't a care in the world, expression betraying none of the wicked plans running through his mind. Right before making his exit, Granger announced that she wouldn't be able to attend the Gryffindor party that evening, as she'd be holed up in the library to work on an essay. Her friends protested, but every one of them missed the deliberate way she tugged twice at her sleeve. Draco didn't.
He smirked at the sight of their non-verbal 'go' signal. She hadn't changed her mind, then. Good. Tonight was going to be fun.
Later that night, when the windows had darkened, Draco entered the library with his hands in his pockets and a smirk on his face. To the random onlooker, it would appear as though he were casually perusing the shelves as he wandered amongst the stacks without a hint of hurry in his steps. Little would they know, Draco was on a hunt, one that he didn't intend to rush.
The library was nearly vacant as it was the start of the weekend. Only a few dedicated Ravenclaws still lurked amongst the books-
Well, them, and a certain Gryffindor.
Rounding into the Restricted section, the determined Slytherin grinned as he caught sight of his curly-haired target. Fingering his wand, Draco subtly cast Silencio along with a few clever concealment spells should anyone else come wandering by.
Granger tensed and whirled around. Excitement briefly flashed across her face before she schooled her expression into an impressive sneer. "What do you want, Malfoy?"
Smirk still firmly in place, Draco shrugged. "The library is open to everyone, Granger. Maybe I'm here to learn, as I'm sure you are."
Granger scoffed. "Oh, please. I know you're not that dedicated to your studies. If you were, then maybe you'd actually be something of a challenge for me."
At that, Draco let his smirk morph into a scowl. "You think you're so much better than me, eh, Granger? Think you know everything there is to know? Think that no one in the whole bloody world could possibly measure up to the High and Mighty Gryffindor Queen, is that it?"
The witch sniffed haughtily. "Well, I don't beg my daddy to buy my marks, so-"
In a flash, the Slytherin's wand was up, and without a word, Hermione's flew out of her pocket and into his hand.
Stunned, her face contorted in rage. "Did – did you just steal my wand!?"
In response, Draco twirled her vine wood in his nimble fingers mockingly. "Wasn't too hard at all. So much for being the best at everything, huh?"
Wild hair crackling with anger, Granger stomped towards him and grabbed for her wand. Draco easily held it out of her reach. "Give that back!" she demanded.
"No, I don't think I will," he replied, slipping her wand into his pocket.
Draco could practically see the steam coming out of her nostrils as she glared at him. "Slippery little – I should report you-" Granger ranted, attempting to retrieve her stolen wand.
The smirking Slytherin grabbed her wrist. "Careful, Granger," he drawled, voice growing slightly husky. "I wouldn't make any reckless grabs at that area, otherwise you might find yourself handling a very different wand."
The Gryffindor scowled. "You're bloody disgusting, Malfoy, now give me my wand back, or I'll-"
In the blink of an eye, Draco spun her smaller form right into a bookshelf, which shuddered beneath the force of their combined weight. An adorable little gasp escaped Hermione's pink lips, her pupils dilating with arousal. Draco bit his lip as he felt his erection twitch, having been hard since he'd spotted her. For a moment, he thought she might drop the act and demand that he fuck her right there.
Honestly, he wouldn't protest for even a moment.
However, his saucy little witch held fast, struggling against his hold. Taking her que, the Slytherin pasted on his best wicked sneer. "You'll what, Granger? Tell a teacher? Shout for help? Go on, I've already silenced this whole area." He heard her breath hitch as she squeezed her thighs together. Allowing his eyes to rove lasciviously over Granger's form, Draco chuckled lowly. "You know, if I didn't know any better…I'd say that you liked this."
Hermione shook her head a little too enthusiastically. "As if I'd want to be touched by a slimy bastard like you!"
Humming thoughtfully, Draco maneuvered one hand to her neck, caressing the muscles and tendons beneath her golden skin. The other he dragged teasingly down her body, watching her eyes grow larger and larger as he approached her core.
He paused just a moment, in case she needed to safe word; but when it didn't come, Draco flipped her skirt up. Granger chewed her bottom lip in the way she always did when trying to bite back a moan. He saw the struggle in her eyes as she tried to keep up her unwilling façade, causing a rush of power and lust to flood his brain.
"If that's true, Granger," he rasped, stroking her over her knickers. "Then why is your pussy so fucking wet?"
Hermione's eyes fluttered as she gripped the shelves behind her. "Sod off," she said, breathless. Draco chuckled and slipped his hand into her knickers. Her throat vibrated under his hand as a soft whimper escaped.
"Is this what all that flaunting and showboating is about?" The Slytherin hissed mockingly as he rubbed her clit in furious circles. "Does the famous Gryffindor swot want to be put in her place with a nice, thick pureblood cock? Your poor little cunt needs some attention so badly, you'll do anything to get it?"
He slipped a finger inside her, and Granger's knees wobbled. "You-!" she rasped, panting as his grasp tightened around her neck. "You are a horrid – f-foul, disgusting, loa-loathsome – ohh fuuuck!"
Draco grinned viciously as her walls spasmed around him, a rush of hot fluids soaking his digits. Hermione slumped against the bookshelf, panting in the aftermath of her orgasm.
Removing his hand from her ruined knickers, he took advantage of her parted lips and shoved his coated fingers in between them. Granger squeaked in outrage and brought her foot down on one of his imported leather oxfords. Draco winced, mentally applauding her dedication to the game, but didn't loosen his hold on her. "Well, that wasn't very nice, now was it?" he scolded through gritted teeth. "Don't you know it's common courtesy that you return the favor when someone gets you off, Granger?"
Without warning, he grabbed her wild mass of hair and forced the Gryffindor down to her knees. She cringed as he hustled her by her curls, but the sound that escaped her was more needy than pained. The sound went right to Draco's aching cock.
Fuck, he loved how bloody adventurous his witch was, how she let him manhandle her and always gave as good as she got.
Yanking Hermione's head up, the Slytherin skillfully undid his belt one-handed, watching her hungry eyes widen. She half-heartedly struggled against his hold as he took himself out, his cock flushed red and dripping with precum.
Draco raised an expectant brow. "Well, Granger?"
Tearing her gaze from his length, Hermione twisted her lovely features into a look of disgust. "As if I'd ever put my mouth anywhere near you, filthy Slytherin bastard!"
Though he sneered on the outside, Draco was mentally grinning with excitement. Her continued defiance, that heated, mischievous glint in her eye…she wanted it rough, as rough as he was comfortable giving her. Well, never let it be said that Draco Malfoy denied his witch her wishes.
Grabbing his cock, Draco brought it forcefully to her mouth. Granger stubbornly pursed her lips, eyes squeezing shut when he instead began rubbing himself all over her face.
He chuckled as she attempted to squirm away from him. "What's the matter, Granger? Never seen a real cock before?" When she peeled open her eyes to glare at him, Draco pulled back and smacked her cheek; not too hard, but enough to make her head jerk and pull a startled gasp from her lips. Grabbing her jaw to keep her mouth open, he promptly shoved his cock inside as far as it could go.
Hermione's eyes bulged as she gagged, hands flying up to frantically still his hips. Draco smirked down at her, one hand holding her hair and the other her face. "Watch your teeth, swot. Or I'll tie you up and fuck your mouth all over again after this."
Slowly releasing her jaw, he caressed her reddening cheek and tapped it twice. Relaxing, Granger exhaled through her nose and nodded in understanding.
With that, Draco slid both hands into her hair and, with a wink, began to fuck her sweet little mouth in earnest.
Hermione's eyes watered quickly, forehead contorting as she struggled to take him. The blond moaned when she laved her tongue against the tip, his skilled Gryffindor always finding ways to undo him even when he was in complete control.
"That's it, that's it you little slag. Ngh…finally putting this swotty mouth to some good use!" Draco taunted breathlessly, fighting to keep up the douchey fuck boy façade through the haze of pleasure. "You like the taste of pureblood cock, Granger? Like the way it fills up your hot little mouth so well?"
Hermione whimpered, squeezing her thighs together even as he continued to thrust mercilessly into her throat.
The blond felt completion creeping up on him a bit too quickly – he'd never been able to last long when at the mercy of her perfect mouth – so Draco slowed his hips, easing his hold on her hair. "Yeah, I know you like it, don't you, Granger? You act so high and mighty, so bloody perfect all the time, when you're really just a filthy little whore underneath, aren't you?"
His witch was moving her head all on her own now, sucking him dutifully with lidded, desperate eyes, even as tears ran down her cheeks. Draco momentarily lost his train of thought when she swirled her tongue just so, a pleased groan tearing from his throat.
Stilling her head with both hands, he released his cock from her talented mouth, stomach swooping pleasantly at the sight of her panting, swollen lips. Hermione blinked rapidly, eyes wide and wet as she gazed up at him expectantly. Truthfully, he wanted to kiss her more than anything, but that wasn't part of this scene.
Instead, Draco smirked and said, "I think I'll have a go at your pussy too, while I'm at it. See if this cock fills up that hole just as well."
Granger gasped as he hauled her to her feet. "B-But, you said if I sucked it, you wouldn't-"
"I said I wouldn't fuck your annoying little mouth again. I didn't say anything about your cunt." The wicked Slytherin smiled, rubbing his thumb across her bottom lip. "Now turn around and bend over."
Her eyelids fluttered, desire and defiance warring in her expression. "No."
Growling, Draco seized her upper arms and spun her brusquely so she was facing the bookshelf. Hermione whimpered wantonly, hips jutting out as he shoved her skirt up and ripped her knickers with a harsh tug.
Chuckling cruelly, the blond spanked her bare cunt, making her yelp. "So fucking stubborn, for someone whose pussy is dripping onto the carpet. How the mighty have fallen, eh Granger?" The needy Gryffindor panted as he stuffed a few fingers inside her to ensure she was ready to take him. No matter how depraved or rough their scenes got, Draco refused to hurt her in that way.
Satisfied with how easily she stretched to accommodate him, the Malfoy heir rubbed his cock teasingly through her folds. "Why don't you cut the shite and be honest. You want this, don't you, you needy little slag?" Hermione shivered as he hissed the words into her ear. "You want to be fucked like a bitch by the same 'Slytherin bastard' you're always trying to humiliate. Want your tight, swotty pussy to be filled over and over and over again by this cock. Right, Granger?"
Despite her rutting hips, Hermione stubbornly shook her head. Chuckling, Draco positioned his length at her entrance and began to push in. He held her hips still, feeling as she went rigid, watched her knuckles turn white as she gripped the shelves for dear life. She'd gone completely silent, limps shaking with anticipation as he eased the tip inside her hungry walls-
Then pulled out.
Granger nearly sobbed with disappointment, thrusting back against him desperately.
Grinning victoriously, Draco yanked her head back by her hair, meeting her debauched gaze. "I knew it. You want it. Want it more than anything, don't you?"
The little witch pursed her lips, not meeting his eyes. Then, her head jerked in the slightest of nods.
He hummed with pleasure, moving her hair over her shoulder. "Say it, then. Beg me."
Hermione whined, pressing her arse against him.
"Nu-uh," Draco scolded, smacking her rear. "Good girls ask for what they want. I thought you were a good girl, always kissing up to the teachers and following every rule." She groaned in protest, resting her cheek against the shelf as she stared at him pleadingly. He merely smirked in response. "Beg for it. Say, 'please fuck my swotty little pussy,' and I'll give it to you."
Granger turned away, hiding her expression.
She whimpered. Took a deep breath. Then-
"P-Please," she began, her voice raspy from the blowjob.
Draco dug his fingers into the flesh of her arse. "Please what?"
She released a sound somewhere between a growl and a whine. "Please…fuck my sw…swotty little…p-pussy."
The blond cackled, feeling devious. "What was that, Granger? Couldn't quite hear you."
Hermione groaned. "Please fuck my swotty little pussy," she repeated, slightly louder this time.
Draco spanked her again, and she cried out with need. "One more time, slag. Just to be sure we understand each other."
Finally, she turned, pinning him with a heated glare. "Please fuck my swotty little pussy!"
With little resistance, he slammed into her hot, wanting walls. Granger's mouth opened in a heated cry as he bottomed out. Draco swore breathlessly, her cunt squeezing him like a vice as he fucked into her with fervor. "S-Sweet Circe, Granger…ngh! Who'd have thought an uppity bitch like you'd have such a fucking heavenly pussy?"
Hermione's only response was a gasp when he angled himself to hit that sweet little bundle of nerves inside her. "Fuuuck yeah…clench for me, love," the blond moaned.
"Gods, Draco!" The cry that left her seemed to echo.
Thinking quickly, Draco wound an arm around her waist and brought his free hand up to cover her mouth. "Shut it, Granger. We're in a library, you know."
Sure, he'd silenced and charmed the area so they had no real chance of being caught, but the idea of it was thrilling none the less.
Hermione's walls tightened around him, drawing a shuddering groan from the Slytherin. "Like it when I cover your mouth, eh? How much more depraved can you get, Granger?" Draco emphasized his words with a forceful thrust, and she moaned into his hand.
It was good, filthy, satisfying…but something was missing.
"You know what? I've changed my mind." He withdrew without warning, watching his witch's cunt pulse longingly at his absence. Granger looked back at him, eyes glazed with bleary confusion.
Offering no explanation, Draco simply turned her back around and hoisted her up by the arse, encouraging her to wrap her legs around him. Smirking, he pushed his cock back into her, and a choked, needy gasp escaped the Gryffindor. "I want you to look at me while I fuck you, Granger," he whispered, rolling his hips into hers almost leisurely. He'd been too close to coming earlier, and wasn't quite ready for this to end. "When you look back on this, I want you to remember exactly who it is that gave you the best shag of your life, understand?"
Hermione scowled at him. "I despise you, Malfoy!"
Draco chuckled, snapping his hips faster. "Feeling's fucking mutual, Granger. Now be a good little muggleborn and come on my cock."
The witch's head made a thunk as it hit the shelves behind it, her nails digging into his shoulder and yanking at his hair. "Fuck you, Malfoy…oh gods, fuck you, fuck you, fuck you – NGH YES, yes, yes, Merlin, yes!"
Moaning long and low as her walls squeezed his length, Draco kneaded Hermione's breast through her clothes, swearing when he realized she wasn't wearing a bra beneath her school shirt. Cheeky little minx.
Granger had all but gone slack in his hold, eyes closed in bliss as he pounded into her. "Gonna come, Granger," the Slytherin panted. "Gonna pour all my pureblood seed into your tight little-"
"AH-CHOO!"
The pair froze like a deer caught in headlights. Hermione's hands flew to his shoulders, eyes widening with panic. Draco however, had to bite back a groan as she suddenly clamped down around him. With much difficulty, he pulled out of her, but to his surprise, she looked more disappointed than relieved. He arched a questioning brow, and she bit her lip and flushed. Realization washed over him as he slowly smirked.
Ah. Granger liked the thought of being caught, did she? Gods, just when he thought she couldn't possibly get any kinkier. Or amazing.
One of the books on the shelf behind them – the same shelf he'd just been brutally fucking her against – was suddenly removed from its place, revealing the movement of a person behind it. Draco's heart jumped for a brief moment, before remembering that their actual chances of getting caught were next to nothing with all the wards he'd put up. Even if whoever was behind there peeked through the gap in the shelf, they wouldn't be able to see them.
But…that didn't mean Draco couldn't take advantage of this situation and have a little extra fun.
Hermione, who'd been studying him unsurely, squeaked when he lifted her up again. But this time, rather than pin her to the bookshelf, the blond walked them both to a nearby table and plopped down in a chair, settling his witch so her back was to his chest.
"D-Draco, what are you-" the Gryffindor began warily, but was cut off when he covered her mouth with his large hand.
"Shut your swotty mouth, Granger. You don't want to be caught in such a scandalous position with me, now do you?" Draco gestured to the gap in the shelf, where the slight shape of a person still lingered. As understanding washed over her, Hermione whimpered softly and wriggled on his lap. Pulling her skirt up, the Slytherin caressed her thigh teasingly. "What would they say, do you think? If they saw prissy, know-it-all bookworm Hermione Granger writhing on the cock of the Slytherin prince right here in public?"
Draco reached between them and rubbed his cock between her slick folds. She immediately began grinding down on him. Laving his tongue against her ear, he rasped, "Your precious, golden reputation would be ruined in a heartbeat. Within days, everyone in Hogwarts would know that you're nothing but a cock hungry whore, a filthy little cumslut underneath that prim and proper façade." Moaning into his hand, Hermione arched against him so that his cock caught against her entrance.
"Look at you," Draco sneered. "Already came twice, yet you still want more. This wet, greedy pussy just can't get enough, can it?" He spanked her clit for emphasis, and with a high-pitched whine, she slid down, taking him all in one fell swoop. Granger immediately started rocking against him, groping her tits through her shirt.
Before he could get lost in her hot, velvety cunt, Draco heard the intruder cough on the other side of the shelf.
A positively evil idea formed in his head.
"Don't move," he ordered, stilling her hips. Hermione eyed him incredulously from over her shoulder. When she wriggled in protest, the Slytherin tightly wrapped his free arm around her. "Don't. Fucking. Move," he growled. The sound that escaped her throat was somewhere between a whimper and a snarl, her eyes flashing with annoyance.
Draco chuckled and licked a stripe up her neck. "You're going to sit here, stuffed full of my cock like the good little slag that you are until our friend over there leaves, understand?"
Hermione made a noise of dissent, attempting to squirm out of his hold. The blond bit down on her throat as punishment. When the Gryffindor gave a muffled cry, he delivered a light smack to her cheek. "Shut the fuck up."
Her eyes turned pleading. Softening just a little, Draco tapped her thigh twice.
Granger hesitated, thinking it over; then, she smiled and tapped his arm once.
Keep going. Don't stop.
He smiled back at her, kissing the mark on her neck. When the blond drew back, his eyes were steely and heated. "Sit still and stay fucking quiet," Draco hissed, covering her mouth again. "If you do, I might feel inclined to give you something nice." Hermione glared at him challengingly. "If you can't even do that…" he whispered, inching his fingers towards her throbbing center. "Then I'll come all over your pretty face and leave you wanting. Understand?"
The Gryffindor continued to scowl, eyes flitting to the bookshelf that hid the intruder. Both could still hear the person mumbling to themselves as they continued to remove and replace books on the shelves.
Forcing himself to breathe steadily, Draco massaged his witch's thigh as she slowly relaxed against him. "Good girl," he breathed, only to slightly regret it when Granger tightened around him.
Fuck. Maybe he should have thought this through a bit more. Oh well, too late to back out now.
Sitting completely still with his cock encased inside Hermione, feeling her glorious cunt squeeze and caress him everywhere, yet unable to seek out that delicious friction they both craved, was the most exquisite of torture, Draco soon discovered. He had to resort to reciting Quidditch stats in his head to tamp down on the urge to thrust up into her. Thankfully, the Slytherin was able to take solace in the fact that she was just as affected as he was.
Hermione was panting so much that his hand had grown moist from her breath, her nipples so hard he could see them through her shirt. Being the diabolical Slytherin that he was, Draco decided to be a little bit mean. He blew gently against her ear, causing a full shudder to race down the Gryffindor's spine. Then he rolled a nipple between his fingers, watching her face contort with pleasure.
Granger's skin prickled beneath his fingers as he inched them up the inside of her thigh. Her cunt was rhythmically pulsing around Draco's cock, practically quivering with need and anticipation as his digits ghosted up her quim.
When he flicked her clit, she groaned sharply. "Shhh," he hissed, nipping her earlobe. Hermione glared back at him, but he only chuckled at her ire. The indignation in her eyes quickly melted into agonizing pleasure as Draco rubbed her clit in slow, tight circles. The Gryffindor squirmed in his lap, trying to escape, but he clutched her jaw and growled, "Do I need to tie you up, Granger? Stay fucking still!"
She whimpered, shaking her head erratically. The cruel Slytherin bit down on her neck almost hard enough to break skin, making the witch hiss in pain. "You're going to sit and warm my fucking cock while you take my fingers, and you're going to bloody like it, understand?"
Whining softly, Granger finally ceased fighting. Draco licked at the fresh mark on her neck soothingly before delivering the final blow. "And just because you decided to be a disobedient brat-" he rumbled, swatting her pussy, "-you're not going to come. Not until I say so."
Something resembling a sob tore from her throat, but the Slytherin paid her no heed as he sped up his ministrations on her swollen clit. Hermione arched against him, legs shaking as she tried to suppress her orgasm. Draco could tell she was close, a sense of male pride and triumph rising in his chest at having so thoroughly undone her.
He'd been a bit skeptical when his daring witch had initially pitched this idea, having left the whole blood-superiority-obsessed-bully thing behind him years ago, but Merlin, was he glad he'd let her talk him into it. This was one of the hottest things they'd ever done to date!
A sigh that came from neither of them echoed from the other side of the bookshelf, drawing Draco's attention just long enough to hear their visitor walk off.
Finally, the blond thought with a groan of relief. For all his alpha-like showboating, he wasn't sure he could take much more of her magnificent walls teasing the hell out of his cock. Unlike Hermione, Draco had yet to come in this scene, and his balls were practically burning alive with the need to relieve themselves into her hot, pulsing quim.
With a murmured, "Sod this," the Slytherin grabbed his witch's hips and lifted her off his cock before slamming back home with a loud grunt.
Granger all but screamed, frantically grasping his knees for purchase as he drilled into her. Draco fisted her curls, wrenching her head back to meet his gaze. "Fuck yeah…you like that, don't you, you dirty little whore? Love this big pureblood cock messing you up so fucking well?" Hermione cried out and nodded frantically, all illusions of rebellion having been well and truly fucked out of her. "That's right, you do!" Draco panted, his hand coming down hard on her arse.
"Gods…Merlin, please!" she gasped out.
"Please? Please what?"
"I – oh my god – I wanna come! Please, fuck, please Malfoy, let me come!"
The blond pretended to think it over while he pinched his thigh in a desperate attempt to hang on for just a few moments longer. "Tell me you love it. Tell me – ngh, fuck – tell the whole fucking school how you're a filthy slut that loves pureblood cock, and you can come."
Hermione whined long and low, her muscles clenching longingly around him.
"Go on, say it! Say it, you little slag!" Draco commanded.
"I'm – I'm a filthy slut who loves pureblood cock!" sobbed the Gryffindor.
He laughed breathlessly. "Bloody right, you are! Now come!"
Hermione shattered around him so hard that she nearly slid off his lap, her broken cries shaking the windows. Draco held her to him as he clumsily snapped his hips up into her one, two, three more times, then gave a strained shout as he came harder than he could ever remember.
A hush fell over their little bubble as they both caught their breath. Hermione trembled with aftershocks, her body tipping precariously.
"Easy there," Draco murmured softly, gathering her shaking form into his arms. His softening shaft slipped out of her as he gently arranged her to sit across his lap, his pale fingers running soothingly through the stinging roots of her hair.
As the fog of post-orgasm stupor lifted, Hermione grinned brightly. "Oh my god, Draco, that was amazing!" she squealed, wrapping her arms around his neck. "You were so hot, I loved it! Stealing my wand was a very nice touch, I was actually mad at you for a moment there."
Draco laughed, stroking his thumb across her reddened cheek. "Were you now? I couldn't tell." She rolled her eyes and laid her head on his shoulder.
Kissing the top of her head, the Slytherin took a moment to trace the marks on her neck and the inflamed flesh on her arse. "Everything feel alright?" he affirmed.
She shrugged. "It stings of course, but nothing too bad. Don't worry, I would have told you if something was too much."
Draco huffed and tweaked her nose playfully. "I know, but it's only proper etiquette to check in with your partner after a scene."
Hermione hummed in agreement, peeking up at him with a smirk. "What about you? Did you enjoy yourself?"
His head thumped against the back of the chair. "Fuck."
She practically giggled with glee. "You really liked it, then! I'm glad." Draco smiled wryly, not even attempting to deny it.
She kissed his cheek, then fixed him with a mildly serious look. "And you were okay, acting like that? I couldn't really tell if it was bothering you at all, and I know you were a bit hesitant at first…"
The Slytherin thought for a moment. "Did anything I say hurt or offend you at all?"
Hermione blinked and shook her head.
He gave a small smile. "Then no, I'm alright. As long as you get enjoyment out of it, I'll gladly act like a fucking knob any time."
She chuckled. "Oh I definitely enjoyed it. The way you shoved me into the shelf and kept forcing me to admit how good you were making me feel…"
Her lashes fluttered, and he could practically see her reliving the memory. "Glad I could make you come so hard by being such a wanker," Draco snarked.
Hermione scoffed, swatting his chest. "You liked it, and you know it."
"Well, I can't deny that," he chuckled. "By any chance, did this little scenario you came up with for us come from one of those muggle romance novels you swear you don't read?"
Granger squawked in offense. "Oh, so what if it did! We both liked it, didn't we?"
Draco snickered, bumping his nose against hers. "You little nerd."
"You're one to talk about being a nerd!"
"You're a bushy-haired-"
"Oh please, that one is like seven years old-"
"Brown-nosing-"
"I do not brown nose-!"
"Little swot," he finished with a grin.
Hermione peered at him. "Well, you are an impossible, big-headed, slippery-"
"Yes, yes, I'm the worst. Come here." Draco cut off her impending rant with a kiss, slotting his lips against hers tenderly. She huffed in the back of her throat, but ultimately leaned into him. Sighing into her mouth, the Slytherin caressed his witch's back as he mentally decompressed and came back to himself.
When they parted, she graced him with a mischievous smile. "So…how would you feel about doing this again…in reverse?"
Writing douchey characters is fun! :)
That said, you won't be finding any genuine toxic relationships in this fic, so apologies if you're someone who's into that. I have absolutely nothing against those who like dub/non-con and hate sex tropes; I am a firm believer that enjoying such things safely in the realm of fiction is totally okay, as long as both the author and reader are aware that said relationship and tropes are in fact toxic and abusive and not at all a parameter for what relationships in real life should be like (looking at you, Fifty Shades of Gray _).
As someone who has experienced a toxic relationship before, I am personally just not comfortable writing about them.
Serious shit aside, stay tuned to enjoy more sugary, happy gum-drop smut with one of the greatest ships of all time, written by your humble degenerate. ;)