Disclaimer: Nope, no characters belong to me. Though I threaten to kill J.
K. and steal Harry Potter every chance I get!!
A/N: Due to some bugging at school, and my large sense of guilt, I have decided to update. My deepest apologies to my fans, I just haven't been pissed to update. But here you go! -.-;
Heat flowed throughout Hermione's body. Sweat dripped from her forehead, as she wrapped her arms around the person that was on top of her. Hot flesh-on- flesh touching everywhere...In short, she was in bliss. Utter bliss. Her dark eyes opened from her seduced state, and locked on the pale eyes that stared down at hers. Small, raspy breaths escaped her slightly parted lips, as the boy leant down and pushed his lips on hers. As he pulled away, his body rocking against hers, Hermione spoke.
"Draco." she moaned. She felt like she was going to explode- she needed to! A fire in her belly was running through her body like ants to sugar. She needed to be relieved...she couldn't go on like this for much longer...Gods, she was going to die!...
And that was when she woke up.
Looking around her room, it took her a few moments to register what had happened. After that...most unfortunate event in the classroom, she, along with Ron and Harry had finally decided to head back to the Common Room- along after walking numerous hours up and down the corridors. Once inside the Common Room, Hermione couldn't keep her mind on one subject- images of a certain naked Slytherin boy kept floating into her mind like a buzzing fly. But, the only difference was it wasn't annoying. And she had to admit; getting shagged senseless into the desk back in the classroom now seemed like an utterly delicious idea. Anyway, Hermione had finally told her two friends that she was tired and wanted to sleep. Because she actually did look tired- little did they know what the real reason was- they just nodded, and she trotted off to bed without a word. And now, she was lying in bed, her face flushed like her dream had been real. And the fact that it wasn't certainly pissed the prefect off.
Rolling out of the bed, she rubs her eyes, and blinks around the room. She was alone. The idea of masturbating was in her mind but she had a better idea. She was going to finish her little rendezvous with Draco Malfoy.
***
Storming down the corridor, Hermione Granger, the now horny Gryffindor prefect, spun around a corner and into the library. Jesus Christ, she thought as she blinked around for Draco. How come dreams can make you so sensitized that you need to grab the nearest person and tell them to shag you?
Spotting the blonde-headed boy, she drew in a deep breath, and slowly walked over to him. Dumb and Dumber were no were around- had he ditched them? No, she didn't have time to think about that. Walking up behind him, she tapped him lightly on the shoulder.
"D...Draco?"
The boy literally jumped out of his seat. Spinning around, his eyes grew wide.
"Hermi- hang on..." He frowned, and looked around. "Where's Potter and Weasley?"
Hermione rubbed the back of her neck, and shrugged. "Not here. I came alone."
Draco leant against the table, and quirked an eyebrow. "And may I dare ask why?"
The girl just shrugged, and wrung her hands together. She was trying to be calm, but getting the words out of her mouth was harder then she originally thought it to be. Finally, she cleared her throat, and turned back to Draco.
"I want you to screw me"
The words were so simple, and yet had so much impact on both Hermione and Draco. Hermione, at first, tried to keep up her cool appearance. Though her cheeks were betraying her- they had turned as red as the morning sun. At the same time, Draco had pulled himself off the table, his eyes darting up, down, sideways- anywhere but at Hermione. After a very long, and almost painful, silence, Hermione crossed her arms, and stared at Draco.
"Will you do it?"
"Hermione..." Draco paused, and crossed his own arms. "I don't know..."
"Draco! You wanted to in the classroom! Why not now?"
Draco let out a small whine, and turned away from her. He had to admit it was fairly shocking. Curling an arm around Draco's shoulder, Hermione pulled him back to face her.
"Draco, you and I both know that I'm going to lose my virginity sometime. So...why not now?"
"But why with me? Why not with those blasted gay buddies of yours? Or...lose it to Devi Iv or Amber Davis?!"
"Draco- those two are girls. And as far as I know they don't have a dick"
Draco paused. Hell, she had a point. And hell, he could tell he was getting aroused. Hermione shifted her weight, and grabbed for his tie. "And, frankly, I'd like to get shagged senseless into a desk in some random classroom..."
Draco could only nod as Hermione tugged him by his tie out of the library. He finally sighed, and grabbed her wrist.
"Hermione!" he hisses.
The Gryffindor stopped, and turned around. "What?"
Draco motioned down. Following his hand, she stared at the certain lump that had developed in his pants.
"I honestly don't want to walk around the school with a log in my pants!"
Hermione snickered, and pointed to the closet next to them. "I suppose a broom closet is a good option, then"
And with that last statement, Draco felt himself getting pulled into the said closet without a second thought.
TBC
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A/N: Happy? Good. So Hermione has turned into a bit of a slut. It's my story, all right? Hell, at least she hasn't gone and screwed Dumbledore...
A/N: Due to some bugging at school, and my large sense of guilt, I have decided to update. My deepest apologies to my fans, I just haven't been pissed to update. But here you go! -.-;
Heat flowed throughout Hermione's body. Sweat dripped from her forehead, as she wrapped her arms around the person that was on top of her. Hot flesh-on- flesh touching everywhere...In short, she was in bliss. Utter bliss. Her dark eyes opened from her seduced state, and locked on the pale eyes that stared down at hers. Small, raspy breaths escaped her slightly parted lips, as the boy leant down and pushed his lips on hers. As he pulled away, his body rocking against hers, Hermione spoke.
"Draco." she moaned. She felt like she was going to explode- she needed to! A fire in her belly was running through her body like ants to sugar. She needed to be relieved...she couldn't go on like this for much longer...Gods, she was going to die!...
And that was when she woke up.
Looking around her room, it took her a few moments to register what had happened. After that...most unfortunate event in the classroom, she, along with Ron and Harry had finally decided to head back to the Common Room- along after walking numerous hours up and down the corridors. Once inside the Common Room, Hermione couldn't keep her mind on one subject- images of a certain naked Slytherin boy kept floating into her mind like a buzzing fly. But, the only difference was it wasn't annoying. And she had to admit; getting shagged senseless into the desk back in the classroom now seemed like an utterly delicious idea. Anyway, Hermione had finally told her two friends that she was tired and wanted to sleep. Because she actually did look tired- little did they know what the real reason was- they just nodded, and she trotted off to bed without a word. And now, she was lying in bed, her face flushed like her dream had been real. And the fact that it wasn't certainly pissed the prefect off.
Rolling out of the bed, she rubs her eyes, and blinks around the room. She was alone. The idea of masturbating was in her mind but she had a better idea. She was going to finish her little rendezvous with Draco Malfoy.
***
Storming down the corridor, Hermione Granger, the now horny Gryffindor prefect, spun around a corner and into the library. Jesus Christ, she thought as she blinked around for Draco. How come dreams can make you so sensitized that you need to grab the nearest person and tell them to shag you?
Spotting the blonde-headed boy, she drew in a deep breath, and slowly walked over to him. Dumb and Dumber were no were around- had he ditched them? No, she didn't have time to think about that. Walking up behind him, she tapped him lightly on the shoulder.
"D...Draco?"
The boy literally jumped out of his seat. Spinning around, his eyes grew wide.
"Hermi- hang on..." He frowned, and looked around. "Where's Potter and Weasley?"
Hermione rubbed the back of her neck, and shrugged. "Not here. I came alone."
Draco leant against the table, and quirked an eyebrow. "And may I dare ask why?"
The girl just shrugged, and wrung her hands together. She was trying to be calm, but getting the words out of her mouth was harder then she originally thought it to be. Finally, she cleared her throat, and turned back to Draco.
"I want you to screw me"
The words were so simple, and yet had so much impact on both Hermione and Draco. Hermione, at first, tried to keep up her cool appearance. Though her cheeks were betraying her- they had turned as red as the morning sun. At the same time, Draco had pulled himself off the table, his eyes darting up, down, sideways- anywhere but at Hermione. After a very long, and almost painful, silence, Hermione crossed her arms, and stared at Draco.
"Will you do it?"
"Hermione..." Draco paused, and crossed his own arms. "I don't know..."
"Draco! You wanted to in the classroom! Why not now?"
Draco let out a small whine, and turned away from her. He had to admit it was fairly shocking. Curling an arm around Draco's shoulder, Hermione pulled him back to face her.
"Draco, you and I both know that I'm going to lose my virginity sometime. So...why not now?"
"But why with me? Why not with those blasted gay buddies of yours? Or...lose it to Devi Iv or Amber Davis?!"
"Draco- those two are girls. And as far as I know they don't have a dick"
Draco paused. Hell, she had a point. And hell, he could tell he was getting aroused. Hermione shifted her weight, and grabbed for his tie. "And, frankly, I'd like to get shagged senseless into a desk in some random classroom..."
Draco could only nod as Hermione tugged him by his tie out of the library. He finally sighed, and grabbed her wrist.
"Hermione!" he hisses.
The Gryffindor stopped, and turned around. "What?"
Draco motioned down. Following his hand, she stared at the certain lump that had developed in his pants.
"I honestly don't want to walk around the school with a log in my pants!"
Hermione snickered, and pointed to the closet next to them. "I suppose a broom closet is a good option, then"
And with that last statement, Draco felt himself getting pulled into the said closet without a second thought.
TBC
***
A/N: Happy? Good. So Hermione has turned into a bit of a slut. It's my story, all right? Hell, at least she hasn't gone and screwed Dumbledore...
