Hermione enjoys a lemony sweet revenge against Malfoy for all his tormenting.

This is basically a reverse of the last chapter, because equality and all that shit. So the same warnings apply, even though it's roleplay: non-con and dub-con.

A sharp yelp echoed through the corridor as Hermione's legs gave out beneath the force of a tripping jinx. The surrounding students scattered as her bag crashed to the floor, a flood of books, quills, and loose papers erupting from it. A jeering laughter followed the display.

Hermione whipped around, fiery glare fixed on the blond menace holding his wand aloft.

Draco met her murderous glance with a cocky, shit-eating grin. "What's wrong, Granger? Has the rat's nest on your head grown so heavy that you can't even walk properly?"

"You'd better sod off right now if you know what's good for you, Malfoy!" Hermione snapped, casting a quick spell to clean up the mess on the floor.

"Oh no, someone help, the spindly little bookworm is going to get me! I'm so scared!" Draco mocked.

Enraged, Hermione's curls crackled as she stormed up to the arrogant Slytherin. "Haven't you gotten tired of these silly little games yet, you big-headed twit? I mean really, tripping me in the hallway? Are you still a second year?"

"Ha! You're one to talk, Granger. I'm not the one that's yet to grow into my tits."

The temperature suddenly seemed to drop a few degrees. "Oh?" Hermione drawled. "Insulting my appearance now, are we? How very predictable of you, Malfoy. And here I thought maybe you'd finally come up with something new after all these years!"

The surrounding observers slowly backed away from the squabbling couple as the air filled with tense magic.

"Though I can't really say I'm surprised," Hermione continued, feigning nonchalance. "After all, you've still yet to beat me once in marks, so you can't exactly insult me in that area, can you?"

Draco's smirk dropped, eyes glinting with frosty anger. "Watch it, you little hag-"

"You know," the Gryffindor interrupted. "With the many, many times you've insulted my appearance, I'm starting to wonder just how much time you've spent looking at me to spot all my apparent flaws. Why, perhaps you're even secretly attracted to me and are too ashamed to admit it!"

Draco's wand flew up threateningly, but Hermione was quick to meet him. "Me? Attracted to a buck-toothed prude like you?" Draco growled through gritted teeth. "You sure you're not subconsciously projecting your own secret desires, Granger?"

"I'm serious, Malfoy!" Hermione barked. "You think that because you're some rich, pureblooded fob, you can do whatever you want with no consequences. Well I promise you, that is not that case!"

"Oh really?" Draco challenged with a smirk. "Well, I certainly don't see you doing anything about it, Granger."

Their wands were practically at each other's throats, their noses mere inches apart. Hermione's gaze darted briefly down to his lips, a silent question in her eyes. "I could do something about it." Her voice came out huskier than intended as the proposition in disguise slipped out.

Draco swallowed, mouth parting. "I'd like to see you fucking try, Granger."

A cloaked acceptance, and Hermione's blood sang.

She abruptly stepped back and pocketed her wand. "Watch your back, Malfoy."

With that dark warning, the Gryffindor turned on her heel and strut away, pretending she couldn't feel her secret lover's gaze on her arse.

Oh, he was going to get it.

Later that night, Hermione pinned on her Prefect badge and made some excuse to her friends before exiting the tower. Roaming through the halls, it didn't take long to find him.

Her heartbeat quickened and arousal rushed through her belly.

Draco's back was turned as he strolled down the hall with his hands in his pockets, the perfect picture of an unassuming prick who'd never once had his arse handed to him.

Well, that was about to change.

"Expelliarmus!"

The Slytherin's wand flew into her hand instantly. Draco whirled around, visibly enraged. "What the hell, Gr-"

"Silencio! Incarcerous!"

Hermione marched up to the now helpless blond, a sick thrill rushing through her at the spark of fear in his eyes. However, that thrill was nothing compared to the excitement she felt upon noticing the arousal straining his trousers.

Leaving it alone for now, Hermione smirked up at Draco. "Not such a spindly little bookworm now, am I, Malfoy?"

The Slytherin glared down at her frostily, mouth moving but no sound coming out as he tugged at the magical bonds constraining his wrists behind his back.

The Gryffindor toyed with Draco's wand as she shamelessly ogled him, brain rushing with delicious and nefarious plans. Stuffing both wands in her pocket, Hermione eyed her lover through her lashes as she grabbed his tie and yanked him down. Draco's pupils expanded as he huffed a surprised breath against her face. "I think it's time you and I had a little talk, don't you, Malfoy?"

With that, the witch tugged her captive into an empty classroom, ignoring his struggles to escape. After sliding the door shut, she expertly threw up a few wards just in case Filch or Mrs. Norris came meandering by. Draco continued to pull at his bonds as he swore silently; Hermione knew he could free himself if he truly needed to, she would never leave him completely vulnerable, but it was exhilarating none the less to have him at her mercy.

"Sorry Malfoy, were you saying something? I'm afraid I can't hear you," Hermione mocked as she shrugged off her robe. Draco merely glared, though she didn't miss the way his eyes followed her movements. With a coy smile, the cunning witch sashayed up to her victim. "I must say, silence suits you, Malfoy. It's too bad I can't keep you like this all the time. I might even find you attractive." Draco's nostrils flared, causing her to chuckle. "However, as much as I like you quiet, what I have in store for you won't be nearly as fun if I can't hear you, so I'm going to remove the spell. Don't bother calling for help though, I've already silenced the room"

With a flick of her wand, the silencing spell lifted. Immediately, the Slytherin towered over her, growling threateningly. "Release me right now, you little bitch! Or else I'll-"

"You'll what?" Hermione countered, looking quite unimpressed at his attempt at intimidation. "Your father will hear about this? Grow up, you immature little sod. You've been using that one since we were eleven."

She pressed herself against Draco without warning, causing the blond's breath to hitch. "W-What do you think you're doing!?" he stammered, trying to back away.

Hermione didn't let him, reaching up to grab his collar as she pulled him so his face was level with hers. "Well guess what, you bastard," she hissed, "daddy's not here to save you this time. And by the time I'm through with you, you're going to pray he never finds out!"

With that, Hermione surged forward, biting into the Slytherin's bottom lip. Draco yelped, stumbling backwards so that his thighs hit the professor's desk. "What the fu-!"

The witch took advantage of his shock to shove him down, where his back met the top of the long desk with a thump. Heart racing, Hermione climbed atop her prey so that she was straddling his hips. "Get the fuck off me!" Draco demanded, kicking his legs out.

Chuckling at his rather pathetic attempts to dismount her – they both knew he could easily buck her off if he truly wanted to – the Gryffindor reached down and tore open his shirt.

Draco's breath stuttered as his shirt buttons clattered all over the classroom floor, nipples hardening in the cold air. Hermione felt her core clench as her lover bit his lip and looked up at her, desire and anger warring in his expression. She wanted to kiss him so badly, impale herself on his cock and ride him until he begged her to stop-

But no, not now. They had a different fantasy to fulfill.

"My, is this what you've been hiding all this time, Malfoy? No wonder those dull Slytherin tarts are always throwing themselves at you," Hermione commented as she tweaked a nipple.

Draco swallowed. "Y-You fucking slag! Get your filthy hands off me!"

"Hmm, you're right. There's a far more efficient way to go about this." Smirking, Hermione pulled out her wand and vanished every scrap of clothing from the wizard's body. A strange choking sound tore from Draco's throat.

The witch bit her lip as her hungry eyes devoured his pale form. "Why, Malfoy," she breathed, walking her fingers up his hardened length. "It looks like you want something."

Draco's ears flushed as his cock twitched. "Y-You stupid bint, that's not – fuck!"

Hermione wrapped her nimble fingers around him and gave a sharp tug.

Draco writhed beneath her, back arched and face twisted into an expression of pleasure-pain. "O-Oh – oh gods! S-Stop…f-fuck – don't fucking touch me with your filthy, perverted little – ahhh…"

The wicked witch fondled his balls as she continued stroking him, the flesh warm and heavy in her hand. "That moan was almost cute, Malfoy. If I'd known this was all it took to bring you down, I'd have tied you up years ago," Hermione commented without pausing.

Draco managed to scowl at her through his heaving pants. "Fuck you! I am not-"

"I'd be careful how I speak to the one literally holding the future of the Malfoy line in her hand." Hermione squeezed his sac threateningly for emphasis, making a rather interesting noise exit his mouth.

"Fuuuck…" Draco whimpered.

She slowed her hand as precum began to leak from his cock. Gliding her free hang along his hip, the Gryffindor tapped him twice. After a few moments, the wizard's erratic breaths steadied, and he gave her a firm nod. Smiling, Hermione gathered his spend and rubbed it teasingly between her fingers. "You know, for all your huffing and puffing, you sure do seem to like my filthy, perverted little hands all over you."

Draco tensed, resuming his futile struggling. "That's just – a natural response! It's got nothing to do with you!"

Hermione hummed disbelievingly. "Oh, but Malfoy-" she rubbed his seed over his nipple, "-you've always gone on and on about how hideous and appalling I am. When we were younger, you'd even Scourgify yourself if you and I so much as brushed arms in the hallway. Really, it should be a shock that you can even get it up in my presence, right? Unless-"

Without warning, Hermione tightened her grip on his nipple and twisted.

Draco gasped, throwing his head back with a pinched expression.

"Unless you've been lying this whole time. Unless you've secretly fancied me all these years, and just couldn't handle it because I'm a muggleborn." Hermione leaned down and laved her tongue soothingly against the swollen bud, moaning at the taste of his spend.

She felt Draco's cock twitch against her thigh, his hips reflexively bucking up. His eyes widened as she smirked sinfully. "I-I didn't mean to do that!" he sputtered.

"Of course you didn't," Hermione agreed condescendingly. "Just like you didn't mean to be horribly attracted to me. Must have been terribly confusing for you, eh Malfoy?" The Gryffindor steadily began to pump him again. "What was it like, constantly getting a hard on for the muggleborn that always beat you in marks? Was it humiliating? Did you feel ashamed every time you tossed off to thoughts of me? Did thoughts of what your parents and fellow purebloods would say if they knew how badly you wanted me haunt you? Or did that only turn you on more?"

Draco's chest was heaving with erratic pants as she threw every last whispered confession he'd shared with her at him. Perhaps it was unfair, using them against him like this, but the dark, nearly desperate look in his eye told her that he was enjoying it just as much as she was, so Hermione didn't feel too bad about it.

"Y-You're – oh gods – you're fucking barmy!"

"Oh really?" The witch stroked along a vein in his cock, and the Slytherin's whole body shuddered. She could tell he was getting close. "If I'm wrong, then why are you thrusting into my hand right now?"

Draco's blown eyes went wide and he abruptly stilled. "I'm not – I wasn't!"

Hermione smirked. "Liar."

Then she bit down on his shoulder and avidly sucked a mark into his pale skin. As the wizard choked back a moan, Hermione made a circle with her thumb and forefinger and wrapped them around the tip of his cock. Nipping her way up his neck, she paused to suck at his earlobe. "Continue," she whispered.

Sucking in a breath through is teeth, Draco shook his head. "Fuck you."

Hermione chuckled. "You're the one who's not going to get fucked if you don't obey." Sitting up, the witch ran her nails down his chest and stomach, leaving goosebumps in her wake. "Come on, Malfoy. Don't be lazy. Why don't you work for it, like the needy little slag you are?"

Draco squirmed, glaring daggers at her. "Sod off, hag!"

Hermione stilled him. "Call me whatever you like, it won't get you what you want. Now be a good boy and fuck my fingers."

"Go to hell, you little-"

The blond's bitter words were abruptly cut off when his captor wrapped her dexterous fingers around his throat. A hint of fear seeped into his eyes as she slinked down his body, looking more like a snake than a lion. Draco trembled as Hermione peered at him with dark, sultry eyes, her mouth agonizingly close to his cock.

"Go on," she hissed, "say it. Call me that foul word. It won't stop me from doing this-"

Then, her hot tongue was caressing the tip of Draco's pulsing length. His eyes fell to the back of his head, stomach and thighs tensing. Hermione hummed patronizingly. "How's it feel to have my filthy mouth on your cock, Malfoy?" Tightening her grip on his throat, the Gryffindor sucked him fully into her mouth.

Relaxing her jaw, she eased herself down until her nose was buried in the soft, blond curls. Hermione held herself there as long as she could, feeling her victim's throat contract beneath her hand as he whimpered and groaned.

Breathing out through her nose, the witch sucked hard as she rose up.

"Gods!" Draco keened.

Hermione released him with a wet pop, licking the flavor of him off her lips. Her lover looked positively debauched below her, his poor lower lip mauled by his teeth and a red flush down his chest.

Fuck, she was wet.

"Aww," said the brunette with false sympathy. "You're close, aren't you, Malfoy? Poor love. You need to come so badly, don't you?"

Draco's clouded eyes flickered up to her, the fight nearly gone from them. "F-Fuck you."

Hermione clicked her tongue. "Well, if that's how you feel…"

She moved to get off the desk, and Malfoy's eyes widened with panic. "Wait!"

Pausing, the witch arched an inquiring brow. Chest stuttering, Draco licked his bruised lips, forehead wrinkling with shame and desire. "M-More."

Cupping his cheek, Hermione forced him to face her. "I couldn't hear you. Say that louder, would you?"

When the blond pursed his lips stubbornly, she smacked that same cheek. Malfoy's eyes flew open, his cock giving a little jump. "More! I need more," he gasped.

"Please," Hermione pressed, reaching promisingly for his erection.

He glared with what was left of his restraint. "Please," Draco bit out.

She once again wrapped her thumb and forefinger around his tip. "Fuck yourself, you pureblooded prick."

Groaning, Malfoy obediently thrusted into her fingers. "That's it, my little slag. Show me how much you need this muggleborn to make you come," Hermione goaded with a smile. Skin burning with need, she used her free hand to unbutton her shirt and reveal a lacy, baby pink bra; one of Draco's favorites.

The Slytherin's eyes darkened when he saw it, hips stuttering.

The witch sighed as she massaged her breasts through her bra. "Still think I haven't grown into my tits, Malfoy? You sure seem to like looking at them," she taunted as she pinched her nipple.

"Fu-Fuck you, you filthy little tart!" Draco snapped, though the vitriol in his words was undermined by the desperate cant of his hips.

"Are you close?" asked Hermione, ignoring the insult. The blond only glared at her. Of course, she already knew that he was, but she wanted him to say it. "So stubborn," the witch crooned. "Maybe I'll charm your body to the desk and leave you here for a bit while I get myself off, hm?"

Draco's head thumped on the desk. "No, ungh, fuck – I'm so close."

"Yeah? You want to come, Malfoy?"

The Slytherin grit his teeth, expression twisted into a cacophony of pleasure-pain. "Yes, I want to fucking come, you fucking-"

"Well, that's too bad." Hermione abruptly withdrew her hand, leaving her victim thrusting into nothing but air.

Draco's gaze whipped towards her, eyes a mixture of rage, desperation, and betrayal. "What the hell!"

Taking out her wand, the Gryffindor pointed it at his throbbing cock and muttered a spell –

One of her favorites, and one of his least favorites.

Malfoy gasped upon feeling the spell constrict around his balls, the cockring holding his dick firm. "You've been teasing and taunting me for so long now," Hermione said conversationally. "I think I want to torture you a bit for once."

Eyes flaring, Draco thrashed and swore beneath her, and this time, she knew it wasn't completely an act. "You sodding bitch! I'll fucking kill you once I get out of this!"

The witch rubbed his thigh soothingly, trying to bite back a smile. Her poor darling. He's never done well with being denied.

"Color?" she asked softly.

Draco stilled, body slumping back on the desk. "Green," he grumbled.

Hermione did smile now, breaking character to lean down and kiss him. "I'll make it worth your while," she promised against his lips.

"You'd better," he mumbled.

Chuckling, she sat back up and stood on the desk, his body between her feet. Draco bit his lip, eyes darting beneath her skirt. "That forked tongue of yours is still going strong, is it?" said the Gryffindor, slipping back into the scene. "Why don't we put it to some better use?" With some careful maneuvering, Hermione slid her soaked knickers down her legs and tossed them to the floor. She then turned around and knelt so that his head was between her knees. Draco's darkened eyes were fixed above on her dripping cunt. The witch wiggled her hips teasingly. "What do you say, Malfoy? Are you willing to swallow your precious, pureblood pride and eat me out? If you make me come, I might just return the favor."

"Fine," the blond grunted.

Hermione tutted. "Now, that didn't sound like you want to come. Why don't you ask me nicely?"

The sound that Draco emitted was somewhere between a whine and a growl.

"Go on, I'm sure even you can be polite if you try. Where are all those pureblood manners that an utter savage such as myself could never possibly comprehend? Come now, beg me to let you lick my cunt."

Malfoy's toes curled at her taunts. His hot breath caressed her center, causing a full-body shudder to race up her spine. Temptation to forget the act and ride her lover's tongue until she saw stars arose, but Hermione held fast.

"Please…please Granger, let me lick your cunt. I want to eat you out," Draco begged breathlessly.

"Mm…that's better. Open wide for me." With that, the Gryffindor finally lowered herself down to sit on his face. "Oh…" she shuddered, the pleasure of his glorious tongue on her aching clit echoing through her whole body. The Slytherin's smart mouth sucked and lapped at her folds, his nose nudging against her entrance. Hermione moaned as she rocked her hips, planting her hands on his chest.

"There you go, Malfoy. Oh, that's so good! Fuck, that's right, lick my filthy, muggleborn cunt!" Draco's swollen cock twitched as she mocked him. Unable to resist, the witch leaned down to take him in her mouth, the salty taste of his precum filling her senses.

His groan vibrated through her core. "Fuck."

Hermione chuckled around his girth, laving her tongue against the sensitive underside. "You like it, Malfoy? You like eating this swot's pussy while she sucks your dick?"

"Yes," Draco gasped, voice muffled by her cunt.

"Damn right you do," she goaded, pumping his length faster. "You've always taunted me and my friends, acting like you're better than all of us just because of your blood, your money, your family…well, look at you now, you sodding ferret. Moaning like a right whore beneath the muggleborn witch you've never been able to beat at anything. Who's the bitch now, huh?"

Malfoy nipped at her thigh in retaliation, but redoubled his efforts to bring her over the edge.

"Godric! Yes!" Hermione cried before shoving him back into her mouth. Their combined grunts and moans filled the classroom, along with lewd slurping and the muted creaking of the desk. Draco's mouth was a tad clumsier than usual, his focus skewed by her lips around his cock, but it still wasn't long before she felt orgasm swell in her belly. The witch whimpered around Draco's cock as she crested, her thighs shaking beside his head. When her pleasure subsided, Hermione drew back to admire the deep scarlet color her lover's shaft had become, his balls swollen and red from the cockring spell.

"Atta boy, Malfoy," the brunette praised as she slid off the desk.

The look on Draco's face was positively wanton; silver eyes glazed over and his agape mouth glistening with her juices. "Now me," he panted.

Hermione hummed. "Oh, I don't know. Do you deserve it? Does one favor absolve all of your sins?" Draco whimpered, his hips jutting up desperately. "Please…gods, I need it, please!" The sadistic Gryffindor smiled. It seems she'd finally broken him. Mercifully, the witch directed one hand to his spit-soaked cock and began to pump slowly. The other, she slid up to his face and pressed two fingers against his lips. "Suck," Hermione commanded. Draco obeyed immediately, drawing her fingers into his mouth.

"Good little Slytherin slut," she crooned. He moaned, not even attempting to hide how the degradation turned him on anymore. Once he'd relaxed a bit, the witch withdrew her fingers from his mouth. Still stroking his cock, she trailed her wet digits down his stomach, his hip bone, his balls, until she reached his puckered hole.

Draco's breath seized as she circled the tight ring of muscle. "No – Not there!"

Hermione smirked. "Oh? Have none of your little Slytherin girlfriends ever touched you here?"

She eased a finger into his arse before he could answer, making him whimper. "There's no need to be afraid," she soothed as she gently searched around for the spot that would drive him crazy. "You might find that you like it."

Locating his prostate, Hermione caressed the sensitive tissue, and Draco all but squealed.

"Oh – my – GODS!"

He writhed, moaned, and swore as she fingered him, tossing his head back and forth. His now purple cock dripped with precum, which Hermione was all too happy to lick up.

"Fuck, Merlin, fuuuck…please, Granger, please, take the spell off, I'm fucking begging you!" Draco cried out in earnest.

She stilled. "Oh? You, Draco Malfoy, are begging me, a lowly muggleborn?" the witch taunted cruelly.

"Yes, you insufferable swot, I'm begging you, alright!? Nngh, fuck! I don't care, I don't bloody care anymore, just let me fucking come!"

Smirking, Hermione drew away. "Very well. But you're going to come my way."

"Wha…"

While Draco panted with confusion, his captor once again drew her wand. Then, in a rather impressive display of transfiguration, she turned a nearby empty inkwell into a-

The blond's stomach swooped.

"Do you know what this is, Malfoy?" They both knew he did, though for the sake of the scene, he said nothing.

Hermione toyed with the small bullet vibrator with a mischievous grin. "This happens to be a nifty little muggle invention meant to induce intense sexual stimulation. This one in particular I charmed to be quite-" The little vibrator buzzed lowly when she turned it on, the sound making Draco tremble. "-Powerful."

Hermione grazed the bullet up his thighs, and he whimpered almost inaudibly. "You're either going to come from this, or not at all. Understand?"

"Y-Yes."

"Then moan for me. Nice and loud, Malfoy."

When she pressed the vibrator to his frenulum, Draco's back bowed.

"Mother – fuck! Sala – AUGH! Her – Hermi – ohhh!"

Trailing the bullet down his shaft, Hermione pressed the tip of her wand to his cock. However, just before breaking the spell, the witch boldly slipped the vibrator beneath his balls and, with the gentlest bit of pressure, rubbed it against the tender patch of skin between his arse and his sac.

Draco's scream caught her off guard, as did the warm splash of his release when it sprayed onto his stomach, her chest, her face, and even onto the floor. Draco babbled nonsense, legs shaking violently as his cock spurt one, two, three, four times before flagging, his body going utterly limp along with it.

"Oh!" exclaimed Hermione, worried she'd gone too far. Heart racing, the witch cast a flurry of spells in record time; she Scourgified both their bodies and the floor, released him from the Incarcerous, and put a cushioning charm on the desk to make her lover more comfortable.

"Draco? Draco, are you alright?" she fretted.

Draco's eyes fluttered, but all that came out of his mouth was a sort of "Hrngh" noise.

Brushing his fringe from his forehead, Hermione laid several feathery kisses on his face and lips, hoping to rouse him. "Oh my sweet love, can you hear me? Say something insulting if you can," the witch sang.

Finally, Draco groaned. "You…fucking…menace."

"Oh good, there you are," Hermione breathed with relief.

The Slytherin groaned louder, slowly stretching out. "Bloody hell, how do I always forget what a complete sadist you can be?"

The brunette chuckled, propping herself up on the desk. "I might have been retaliating a bit for what you did to me in the library."

"I was much nicer to you in the library! And you bloody liked it!" Draco exclaimed.

"So…you didn't like everything I just did to you?" Hermione asked with a raised brow.

The Slytherin pursed his lips stubbornly.

She laughed gently, his response telling her all she needed to know. "I'm glad. After you came, I was a bit worried it was too much for you. You seemed a touch overwhelmed…"

Draco shrugged, running a hand down his face. "Honestly, I sort of hate how bloody good it was."

Hermione nodded as she caressed his arm. "Do you need anything?"

He gave a long, thoughtful sigh. "A huge plate of chips and gravy sounds divine."

She smiled widely and brought his hand to her mouth to kiss his palm. "I think a quick little jaunt to the kitchens can be arranged." Draco returned her smile, expression wrought with satisfaction as he caressed her cheek with his thumb. Hermione trailed kisses down his wrist and forearm, noticing the red marks and abrasions from the restraints, and made a mental note to grab some bruise paste.

"Sounds wonderful. But first, would you kindly give me my bloody clothes back? I'm not keen on giving the elves an eyeful."