A/N: I hope that we're all on the same page here when I say that this is a
"very R rated fic." *wink* I hope this will be taken into account when you
read this. Thanks for all the reviews, and no, jstalil420, this will not
be a humor/romance fic. It's only going to get worse from here.
Unhappiness and violence ahead. You have all been forewarned.
Chapter 9
The next morning Hermione tried to dress quickly to hide the large, dark bruise. Parvati, who was prone to watching the other girls dress, noticed right away. "I thought you went to the library last night," she accused.
Hermione quickly hooked her bra. The mark showed faintly through the thin silk. "I did." She finished dressing as fast as possible to cover it.
"Then what's that big sucker-bite doing on your boob?" At that point, the girl's loud exclamations attracted Lavender's attention as well.
"Was it Harry or Ron?" she asked eagerly. "C'mon. You can tell us."
"It's none of your business, but if you must know, it was neither of them. And no, I can't tell you."
"I'll bet it was Dean!" Lavender carried on. "Last night he asked her out and she said maybe," she explained to Parvati.
"I did not!"
"Well, not in as many words, but you *did.* And not five minutes after you left, he left as well, after Ron plowed him into the ground."
"It's not Dean either. Wait. Ron was supposed to meet me after his game was over."
Parvati shrugged. "He and I offered to help Neville with some homework. I guess he forgot."
Hermione frowned. "Well, anyway, not a word to anyone about the hickey-"
"Sucker bite." Parvati interrupted.
"Whatever! Just please don't say anything to anybody about it. All right?"
The other two girls looked at each other for a moment. "Okay," Parvati agreed finally. Lavender nodded as well. "But," Parvati continued. "Only because you're the Head Girl, and in a position of authority. And we may someday ask for favours in return."
"Fine," Hermione said, feeling tired already. "Thanks you two."
***
The urge to fuck the girl had not left Draco after their make-out session in the stacks. If anything, the situation had gotten worse. He knew there was only one way to successfully bed her, though. Take a little and back off, then come back for more. Patience would make her a trophy he could enjoy for a long time. In the mean time, she was always on his mind.
"So which of those silly Gryffindor girls would you fuck?" he posed a question to Crabbe and Goyle at breakfast the next day.
"Uh, none of them?" Goyle said slowly.
"You guys are so gross," Pansy sniffed, overhearing the conversation from across the table. "Talking about such things. I'm trying to eat here!"
"You can play too," Draco said easily. "Which girl would you fuck?"
"Very funny."
Crabbe finally spoke. "Gonna have to go with Patil. Yeah."
"I'll take the sister," Goyle agreed, thankful to have the decision taken off of his hands.
Draco pretended to consider their choices, grateful that they hadn't questioned the motives of such an inquiry. "Not bad, even though one of them is in *Ravenclaw,* Goyle."
"Hermione Granger," Pansy said. Draco's head shot up to look at her. "She could use a good hard dicking. Stuck up bitch."
"I quite agree," Draco said softly.
"Hey," Crabbe nudged Goyle. "Maybe we could go fetch her one night, take turns with her." Goyle laughed with his friend.
Draco looked at them, eyes daggers. "Don't be stupid," he said harshly. "She'd never let you get away with it."
"He's right," Pansy said, waving her fork at them. "Girls like that, they have no shame. She'd even report you two to Snape before keeping quiet."
The two then moved on to plans of Eloise Midgen, Hermione forgotten. Draco was relieved.
***
"Malfoy's looking at you," Ron said jealously as the walked towards Potions. "Has been since we left the hall. No, don't look."
Hermione turned her head anyway. Malfoy grinned and mimed a kiss at her. She returned it by giving him the finger. He mouthed the word "later". She turned back and continued walking straightforward. "Don't worry about it, Ron," she said. "I can handle him."
Both of her friends stared at her. "What was that, just now? The sign language shit?" Harry asked.
"Look, you two. Only once before this year has a guy ever noticed me for what I am. A woman. Now they all are. I don't like all of the attention, but I like a lot of it. Sometimes you have to take the bad with the good. It's a fact of life."
"You don't need to be noticed," Ron grumbled. "You were fine before. Perfect, even."
"In your opinion, Ronald Weasley. Though I don't remember you ever expressing it." She picked up her pace, walking ahead of them and getting into the classroom first. The three of them usually sat near the middle, but this time she took herself all the way to the back, where no one ever sat. When Harry and Ron caught up, they noted her annoyance with them and sat in their usual seats.
When Malfoy entered the room his eyes met with Hermione's, and he made his way up to her table. "You want to be partners today, baby doll?"
"Not particularly." She looked past him and saw both Ron and Harry staring at her. "On second thought, go right ahead."
He followed her gaze. "Ah. Making the little boyfriends jealous, are we?"
Yes. "Touch me and die."
"How about I touch you, and you let me."
"That could work too."
***
"Good." He sat down in the empty chair beside her. It was really a choice table for them. The entire room was in front of them, with only Snape ever looking in their direction. He could do pretty much whatever he wanted to her.
It was part of Snape's infamous lecture series. Draco already knew the subject matter, and also knew that if he did, so did Granger. Yet she sat next to him, diligently taking notes like the good, perfect student she was. Halfway through class he let his hand slip under the table. Her robe was held closed by simple buttons that he had mastered the one handed approach to long ago. She hissed at his touch on her bare leg. He left it there the entire class. Not moving his hand any closer to what he really wanted to touch, but never once taking it away.
The act turned him on immensely. Towards the end of class, Draco noticed what she had been writing. Apparently, it turned her on as well.
"Infusion of Alligator blood and how long is his hand going to be on my leg? Do not go anywhere near my underwear I swear I will kick your arse halfway to the moon. I can't believe I'm letting myself do this. Granger, if you had just lost your virginity over the summer like you had planned, you would not be in this mess today. Fuck. I need him so bad why wont he touch me.singing in the rain, I'm singing in the rain.."
He smiled at the last line, even though he had no idea what it meant. He had every intention of slipping a finger under her knickers, but Snape called the class to a close and she jumped up out of her seat like lightening.
***
She knew she had to get out of there as soon as possible, before she did something incredibly stupid. Hermione rushed from the room, past Harry and Ron, to the nearest bathroom, which happened to be Moaning Myrtle's, but she didn't care. Slamming a stall door shut, she sat down and quickly and put a hand underneath sopping wet panties, which was as close as she'd ever gotten to real sex. She swallowed moans as she came, supporting herself with one hand against the stall's wall.
She cleaned up at the sink, washing her hands and face, re-buttoning the two buttons Malfoy had undone. Her underwear was thoroughly soaked, it felt dirty against her skin, so she took them off and stuffed them into the pocket of her robes. "How did my life turn out like this?" she asked herself aloud. "Draco Malfoy, of all people."
She sighed and left the room, late to Care of Magical Creatures. Little did she know, Myrtle had been hiding in the other toilet stall the entire time.
Chapter 9
The next morning Hermione tried to dress quickly to hide the large, dark bruise. Parvati, who was prone to watching the other girls dress, noticed right away. "I thought you went to the library last night," she accused.
Hermione quickly hooked her bra. The mark showed faintly through the thin silk. "I did." She finished dressing as fast as possible to cover it.
"Then what's that big sucker-bite doing on your boob?" At that point, the girl's loud exclamations attracted Lavender's attention as well.
"Was it Harry or Ron?" she asked eagerly. "C'mon. You can tell us."
"It's none of your business, but if you must know, it was neither of them. And no, I can't tell you."
"I'll bet it was Dean!" Lavender carried on. "Last night he asked her out and she said maybe," she explained to Parvati.
"I did not!"
"Well, not in as many words, but you *did.* And not five minutes after you left, he left as well, after Ron plowed him into the ground."
"It's not Dean either. Wait. Ron was supposed to meet me after his game was over."
Parvati shrugged. "He and I offered to help Neville with some homework. I guess he forgot."
Hermione frowned. "Well, anyway, not a word to anyone about the hickey-"
"Sucker bite." Parvati interrupted.
"Whatever! Just please don't say anything to anybody about it. All right?"
The other two girls looked at each other for a moment. "Okay," Parvati agreed finally. Lavender nodded as well. "But," Parvati continued. "Only because you're the Head Girl, and in a position of authority. And we may someday ask for favours in return."
"Fine," Hermione said, feeling tired already. "Thanks you two."
***
The urge to fuck the girl had not left Draco after their make-out session in the stacks. If anything, the situation had gotten worse. He knew there was only one way to successfully bed her, though. Take a little and back off, then come back for more. Patience would make her a trophy he could enjoy for a long time. In the mean time, she was always on his mind.
"So which of those silly Gryffindor girls would you fuck?" he posed a question to Crabbe and Goyle at breakfast the next day.
"Uh, none of them?" Goyle said slowly.
"You guys are so gross," Pansy sniffed, overhearing the conversation from across the table. "Talking about such things. I'm trying to eat here!"
"You can play too," Draco said easily. "Which girl would you fuck?"
"Very funny."
Crabbe finally spoke. "Gonna have to go with Patil. Yeah."
"I'll take the sister," Goyle agreed, thankful to have the decision taken off of his hands.
Draco pretended to consider their choices, grateful that they hadn't questioned the motives of such an inquiry. "Not bad, even though one of them is in *Ravenclaw,* Goyle."
"Hermione Granger," Pansy said. Draco's head shot up to look at her. "She could use a good hard dicking. Stuck up bitch."
"I quite agree," Draco said softly.
"Hey," Crabbe nudged Goyle. "Maybe we could go fetch her one night, take turns with her." Goyle laughed with his friend.
Draco looked at them, eyes daggers. "Don't be stupid," he said harshly. "She'd never let you get away with it."
"He's right," Pansy said, waving her fork at them. "Girls like that, they have no shame. She'd even report you two to Snape before keeping quiet."
The two then moved on to plans of Eloise Midgen, Hermione forgotten. Draco was relieved.
***
"Malfoy's looking at you," Ron said jealously as the walked towards Potions. "Has been since we left the hall. No, don't look."
Hermione turned her head anyway. Malfoy grinned and mimed a kiss at her. She returned it by giving him the finger. He mouthed the word "later". She turned back and continued walking straightforward. "Don't worry about it, Ron," she said. "I can handle him."
Both of her friends stared at her. "What was that, just now? The sign language shit?" Harry asked.
"Look, you two. Only once before this year has a guy ever noticed me for what I am. A woman. Now they all are. I don't like all of the attention, but I like a lot of it. Sometimes you have to take the bad with the good. It's a fact of life."
"You don't need to be noticed," Ron grumbled. "You were fine before. Perfect, even."
"In your opinion, Ronald Weasley. Though I don't remember you ever expressing it." She picked up her pace, walking ahead of them and getting into the classroom first. The three of them usually sat near the middle, but this time she took herself all the way to the back, where no one ever sat. When Harry and Ron caught up, they noted her annoyance with them and sat in their usual seats.
When Malfoy entered the room his eyes met with Hermione's, and he made his way up to her table. "You want to be partners today, baby doll?"
"Not particularly." She looked past him and saw both Ron and Harry staring at her. "On second thought, go right ahead."
He followed her gaze. "Ah. Making the little boyfriends jealous, are we?"
Yes. "Touch me and die."
"How about I touch you, and you let me."
"That could work too."
***
"Good." He sat down in the empty chair beside her. It was really a choice table for them. The entire room was in front of them, with only Snape ever looking in their direction. He could do pretty much whatever he wanted to her.
It was part of Snape's infamous lecture series. Draco already knew the subject matter, and also knew that if he did, so did Granger. Yet she sat next to him, diligently taking notes like the good, perfect student she was. Halfway through class he let his hand slip under the table. Her robe was held closed by simple buttons that he had mastered the one handed approach to long ago. She hissed at his touch on her bare leg. He left it there the entire class. Not moving his hand any closer to what he really wanted to touch, but never once taking it away.
The act turned him on immensely. Towards the end of class, Draco noticed what she had been writing. Apparently, it turned her on as well.
"Infusion of Alligator blood and how long is his hand going to be on my leg? Do not go anywhere near my underwear I swear I will kick your arse halfway to the moon. I can't believe I'm letting myself do this. Granger, if you had just lost your virginity over the summer like you had planned, you would not be in this mess today. Fuck. I need him so bad why wont he touch me.singing in the rain, I'm singing in the rain.."
He smiled at the last line, even though he had no idea what it meant. He had every intention of slipping a finger under her knickers, but Snape called the class to a close and she jumped up out of her seat like lightening.
***
She knew she had to get out of there as soon as possible, before she did something incredibly stupid. Hermione rushed from the room, past Harry and Ron, to the nearest bathroom, which happened to be Moaning Myrtle's, but she didn't care. Slamming a stall door shut, she sat down and quickly and put a hand underneath sopping wet panties, which was as close as she'd ever gotten to real sex. She swallowed moans as she came, supporting herself with one hand against the stall's wall.
She cleaned up at the sink, washing her hands and face, re-buttoning the two buttons Malfoy had undone. Her underwear was thoroughly soaked, it felt dirty against her skin, so she took them off and stuffed them into the pocket of her robes. "How did my life turn out like this?" she asked herself aloud. "Draco Malfoy, of all people."
She sighed and left the room, late to Care of Magical Creatures. Little did she know, Myrtle had been hiding in the other toilet stall the entire time.