Too Far
Previously on Too Far:
Draco stood and stared at her door for a while longer, before turning and going to bed himself. He lied down right away, but had a sleepless night; his mind was far from deep, peaceful sleep, it was pondering the new relationship between him and his new colleague.
After a few minutes, Hermione got up and climbed into bed sleepily. She fell asleep quickly, but was uneasy, and woke up often, pondering strange dreams, all of which revolved around that platinum blond hair, deep blue-grey eyes, and a familiar smirk.
Chapter 3~One Hell of a Morning
BEEP! BEEP! BEEP!
"Shit!" Hermione had forgotten how muggle contraptions didn't work properly in Hogwarts, so naturally, her alarm was going off five and a half minutes late, and Hermione was in a right state.
Hermione rushed to the shower, only to find it occupied. "Good God Draco! Hurry up! I'm five and a half minutes late!"
Draco just laughed, "If you don't mind Granger, I'd like to get out of the shower, you have a few options, you can enjoy the view, and I must say it's rather lovely, you can go back to your room, you can close your eyes, or you can turn around. I was in your place, I would pick the first, but we know you are a prude, so take your pick!"
Hermione groaned in frustration and stormed back into her room. Ten minutes later she was applying her makeup with a towel around her body, and a towel around her head when Draco busted into the room. "Where did you put it?!" he screamed.
"Um…put what?"
"Where did you put my brush?"
"Oh you don't need a brush; just fix your hair with your hand, God."
"I need a brush Granger! Where did you put it?"
"I didn't touch your fucking brush! Now go away!"
Draco left the room in a flurry of robes, and that was when Hermione realized, she was only wearing a towel. "Oh dammit! He just had to come in when I was wearing only a towel didn't he?" she said aloud to herself.
Hermione went over and locked her door, and then quickly got dressed, realizing Draco must have wasted about fifteen minutes of her morning. She pulled on her robe, gathered her books into her bag and headed down to the great hall, where breakfast and friends were waiting.
Harry and Ron were sitting around the middle of the Gryffindor table, talking to Seamus and Neville when Hermione came through the doors. Harry waved her over, and with a smile, she came over.
"Hey you guys! How are things?"
"Fine Hermione, we were just talking about you, I feel so bad for you; I mean you have to practically live with Ferret Face."
"Oh Ron, he doesn't bother me much, in fact, I haven't even seen him since the feast last night, I sure I'll be fine."
"Just don't upset him too much; he's bound to be a Death Eater by now, what with his father being right in Voldemort's inner circle…" Harry trailed off, painful memories of last year hitting him full force, making his scar twinge with pain.
Hermione wrapped her arms around Harry, "Oh Harry, I am so sorry, I didn't mean to remind you, I was being so selfish and…"
"Hermione, it wasn't your fault, I always seem to be dwelling on it, I just need to get past it all and move on. On a brighter note, the Quidditch season will be starting up next week, and Ron, we will have some serious training drills to go over, as my co-captain, I expect you to have a drill or two prepared for next Monday, 5 am sharp for the crew."
Hermione drowned them out, yep, they are back. She thought to herself. She felt a prickling sensation that told her someone was watching her. She carefully scanned the crowd for the owner of the gaze, and found it was the striking young man seated directly across from her at the Slytherin table, Blaise Zabini. And no, it wasn't a sweet innocent glance; he looked as if he was ready to devour her whole.
Hermione stared directly at him and slowly nodded while licking her lips. Then she got up from the table, bringing her bag with her, and headed down the hall towards her first class in the potions classroom.
In less than a minute Blaise appeared in the door frame. He sauntered over to Hermione with a lazy smirk on his face. She blinked seducingly at him. He growled back.
All of a sudden, he pounced on her, their tongues dancing in a fiery battle in Hermione's mouth. They were like hungry animals, or better yet, sex deprived teens. They ripped at each others garments, all the while biting at each other. Once his chest was displayed, she moved her way down it, nipping and sucking along the way. Soon she reached her destination, the top of his pants. She carefully undid his belt; then yanked his pants down in one fluid motion. Just as she was sliding her hand up his leg and into his boxers, he stopped her and pulled her to her feet. Before she could question his motives, Blaise captured her mouth into another tickling of the tonsils. She moaned into his mouth, and he found it erotic. His erection grew, and she knew it. She reached her hand back down to his boxers and slipped it in; he didn't stop her this time. She smiled against his lips as he growled at her ministrations. Before he came, he stopped her again, "Your turn," he whispered huskily against her lips.
He ripped open her blouse, and was pleased to see she wasn't wearing a bra. "Risky," he commented.
He gently massaged her breasts while suckling her ear. He moved down and switched the one hand for his mouth as her sucked and nipped her erect nipples. The now free hand moved down to her skirt, where it expertly unlatched it, and it fell to a pool of grey around their feet. Blaise smiled when he noticed her choice of underwear as well, nothing. He was impressed, she had gone commando in a skirt. Without warning, he plunged his index finger into her. He pumped it up and down as she swivelled her hips to meet his movements. Not long after he added another finger, and pumped harder and faster. She moaned in ecstasy. He liked this better than her screaming his name, he hated that. Girls in Slytherin would scream his name over and over through the night, trying to top the girls screaming across the dormitory, in Draco's bed. At once, Hermione stopped him and smirked, "Our turn," she said, and he knew exactly what she meant.
He replaced his fingers with his swollen cock. She gasped in delight as he pushed her against the wall. She wrapped her legs around his hips and he started a rhythm. It started slow, but soon it was fast and their sweat was forming a silk on their bodies, making them slippery and wet. They moved as one shadow dancing in the torch light. Hermione bit down hard on Blaise's lip to stop herself from making noise, she was reaching her orgasm, with a hard thrust from Blaise her juice was released, and another thrust after that he bit into her lip as his manly juice flowed into her.
They heard voices from outside, "Calm down you lot. It will be fine, someone has tampered with this door, and it has been time locked, it will open when the timer goes off. I you look near the top of the door you will notice, there are only thirty seconds left, so shut up for 30 seconds, and I wont have to poison you!"
The voices died away and Hermione and Blaise looked at each other, identical masks of horror etched on their faces. "Go out through his office, we might be able to make it to the back of the queue without anyone noticing we were never there." Blaise urgently whispered.
Hermione nodded her head and set off up the stairs at the front of the room. They ran through Snape's office without looking back. They came out into the hall and ran to the open door, where Lavender and Parvati were just walking in. Hermione and Blaise joined them and safely entered the potions classroom again.
Hermione took her seat between Harry and Ron, and Blaise sat down with Theodore Nott and Daphne Greengrass.
"Calm yourselves!!! I assure you that the door culprit will be caught and dealt with," Snape smirked knowingly, glancing across the room, making every student shudder beneath his gaze, pitying the culprit.
"Back to lesson, today will be making Doxycide, for you blundering fools that haven't any sense, Doxycide is a black liquid, usually delivered in a spray bottle, used to knockout Doxies so they can be safely disposed of. The effects last quite a long time. If you were to mix it improperly, it will deliver a pungent tang, which is strong enough to render you unconscious for a couple of weeks. As I'm sure none of you want to miss your future lessons, put the protective masks I have provided for you all, on your faces, as I am quite sure at least one of you will make a mistake." he said the last bit as he transferred his death glare onto Neville.
Neville whimpered in the face of death, who in their right mind wouldn't?
"The ingredients," he flicked his wand, "are on the board."
The chalkboard at the front of the room filled up with writing and the class started copying them down in silence.
"Where did you go Hermione?" Ron naively questioned, "What happened to you at breakfast?"
"Oh nothing Ron, I just remembered I had forgotten my potions book in my bed room, so I dashed up to get it,"
Ron nodded, "That's why you were so out of breath!"
It was Hermione's turn to nod.
"Doxycide should not be used by people with heart conditions, STDs, or by pregnant women…"
Hermione drowned out the rest of Snape's words. She and Blaise hadn't used any protection. What if she had an STD? What if she was pregnant?
"Hermione, are you okay?" Harry asked from behind his textbook, noticing her white face.
"Yes, yes I'm fine Harry, just fine." Harry was unconvinced.
He watched her movements carefully for the rest of the double potions, but he wasn't the only one, two other gentlemen were watching her shrewdly, Draco and Blaise.
Hermione glanced up at the clock just as her potion turned black. It was time to go. Class was over. And boy was she relieved. She felt terrible for lying to her friends, everything she had said to them in that class had been a lie, how are you feeling-fine, where were you-getting my book, why are you out of breath and all sweaty-I was running to my dormitory. It was all forced. And she felt a knot in her chest just thinking about it. When the dismissal bell rang, Hermione handed her bottle to Snape and hurried out the room without speaking to anyone. She practically ran to library. Her favourite table at the back was calling out her name, literally, "Hermione! How lovely to see you again! Why you were just in here this morning, but I'm not surprised, you're in here every spare moment you have in a day!" The table giggled.
Hermione rolled her eyes, set her things down on an empty chair, and left in search of some good books, which of course she had already read; she had finished the whole library by the end of fourth year.
Just as Hermione was about to open her book, the table whispered to her, "Oh my, isn't he the hottest thing alive! I've never seen him in here before, I think you should try to score a date with that one. Look at him! His perfect blond hair, his luscious pale skin, I bet he has marvellous abs under there…" The table was silenced when Hermione's foot came in contact with one of its many legs.
Hermione glanced up to see who the table was talking about, and frankly, wasn't surprised to see Malfoy standing above her, blocking out the light from the nearest torch.
"You know, its twenty minutes to lunch, that's enough time for a quickie, just like Blaise," he drawled, slumping into the chair next to hers.
"I didn't give Blaise a quickie," she got out between gritted teeth.
"That's not what Blaise says, and half the Slytherin common room agrees that they were there, and saw you against the wall in the potions classroom,"
"But no one was there!" she screamed, and then clapped a hand over her mouth, blushing a deep crimson.
"And you took the bait," he said, placing a hand on her thigh and smirking a devilish smirk, that only Draco Malfoy could make look so incredibly sexy.
And she bought it. She leaned over to him, leaning her hand on his upper thigh, capturing his mouth in hers. He responded in a second, probing her bottom lip with his tongue, asking for entry, which she granted eagerly, by sucking his tongue into her mouth, she captured it with her teeth and stroked it with her tongue, while her hand reached down to his belt and swiftly undid it. She unbuttoned his pants and fell to her knees; it was her turn to smirk at him.
Harry and Ron were running through the halls of Hogwarts after Hermione, who had all but sprinted out of the potions classroom. They arrived outside the Charms hallway before realizing that they had lost Hermione.
"Oh she has probably just gone back to the common room to put her books away, perhaps she had to go to the loo, and that was why she was in such a hurry," reasoned Ron.
"Perhaps you are right mate, let's go to the common room and wait for her there," suggested Harry.
Harry and Ron went back to the Gryffindor common room and were on their fourth game of chess, "Ron, don't you suppose Hermione should be done in the loo by now?"
"Ah! No Harry! You obviously don't have my expertise in girls," Harry snorted, but turned it into a cough, "girls these days can take hours in the loo, and somehow never get tired of resting their arses on those plastic lavatory seats, I really wish I had that kind of stamina. I mean sometimes I will get there, start my shit, then realize I'm bored, so in a few minutes, I will have to return to the loo to finish mguff jhufff"
The last of his words were mumbled due to the pillow shoved into him face by Femme-Weasel, or Ginny, whatever you prefer.
"Oh do shut up, I saw Hermione heading into the library right after class, she's probably still there, reading or something, don't know what else you can do in a library."
Harry and Ron got up and left for the library, and this brings us back to Draco and Hermione. Hehehe.
"Faster Hermione!" Draco moaned as he was near his climax, in her mouth.
"Hermione!!!" this time it was Harry and Ron, who had just walked into the back of the library, to find Draco pouring himself into Hermione's mouth, and her swallowing before speaking.
"And that Draco, was a blowjob, if you need any more help, I live with you, so you know where to find me," with that she winked at him and walked off with her bags to her room.