The Hogwarts Express was parked beside the platform. Hundreds of students were randomly running around screaming and laughing while saying their goodbyes and greeting old friends. But there were some who resented the gleaming train with a passion. Some, like Hermione Granger. Yes yes, Hogwarts Whore. She knew the title well. It was hers. Much had changed about the petite ugly bookworm who was know a sexy temptress, known well among the guys ring at school. There was no one who knew the bedroom as well as Hermione Granger. But that is not important on today. Today, what is important is the Hogwarts Express.
Hermione spotted her once best friends (who had turned into her two screw buddies) and pushed her way over. Many an eye turned at her three inch skirt, two inch tube top, and knee high boots. Her golden wavy locks cascaded half way down to her butt which had the words printed across it, YOU WISH. Harry Potter and Ron Weasley greeted her as they always did. A quick tongue filled kiss and a smack on her rear. Hermione inwardly flinched but covered it with her usual seductive smile. They strutted along together, greeting fellow classmates. As they were about to board the train, Hermione slipped off, assuring them it was Head Girl Business.
Hermione fled to the Head compartment, looking for solitude so she could break down and cry about her double life. But something was already inside. A bundle of rich black robes was shaking uncontrollably and a mop of white blonde hair protruded from it. Ultimately realizing who the blob was, Hermione at first recoiled but then reached forward in curiosity. "Malfoy? Are you ok?" Her fingertips brushed against his back and stroked his hair. Malfoy jerked upright and turned to face her.
"granger! I ...." But his words were cut off as Malfoy slumped forward into her unsuspecting arms. Hermione was startled but then instinctively closed her arms around him. She knew something was not alright with her Head Boy and she was dying to know why the king of Slytherin was laying in her arms. He seemed to have stopped shaking but had an occasional shudder go through him every few minutes. When Hermione was certain he was ok, she lifted his head and tilted his chin so his eyes met hers. Malfoy returned her gaze but as he did, Hermione noticed the first emotion that flooded his blue orbs. Fear. He was scared of her. Hermione was shocked. She looked at him in surprise but quickly gained composure and demanded an explanation.
"Malfoy! What in the world is wrong with you? You like, died in my arms! I want to know what's going on!" Hermione spat out a little more forcefully than she meant to. Malfoy flinched at her words and shrank back from her. She could tell something was obviously not right and immediately apologized when she saw his eyes fill with tears.
"Oh my God, Malfoy! I'm so sorry! I didn't mean to hurt your feelings! Can you talk to me? Will you tell me what's the matter?" she purred.
Malfoy shakily stood up and backed away from Hermione. He was very much uncomfortable and afraid of her though she didn't know why. Malfoy turned, and fled from her questioning gaze.
Draco Malfoy had been very much taken with nightmares when Hermione Granger disturbed him. He couldn't stop trembling as visions of his father took him over and over again. Draco had jerked around to meet huge brown doe eyes that held concern and questions for him and he did the one thing that hit his mind. He dove into her arms. Draco first noticed her scent, sweet strawberries with cream and her skin was milky and soft. But Draco forgot these things as he clung tightly to her waist and found the comfort he sought.
As amazed as he was sure she was, Granger had not recoiled like he thought she would. Instead, she had tried to make sense of his predicament. But Draco was sincerely frightened of her. He didn't want to explain to the Queen of Hogwarts why he was as helpless as a moth. So he fled. Draco ran off to escape her. But he knew she would come find him again.
Hermione returned to Harry and Ron with a confused manner that she quickly hid as they greeted her presence. They were discussing the new Playboy issue. Some thing Hermione did not want to be included in. So she ended the discussion with a fast kiss on Ron's lips as she straddled his lap. He groaned into her mouth as she worked her magic on his lower regions while attacking his tongue. Hermione massaged firmly and forcefully on Ron while Harry protested in the background. He wanted to join in. So Hermione turned herself around on Ron's lap so that her butt was on his penis and she was facing Harry. She grinded on Ron while stroking Harry. Both boys were groaning in satisfaction. Ron began to stroke under her skirt while harry reached for her breasts. Suddenly, she leapt up causing a general protest.
She smiled naughtily and told them they were bad boys and walked out of the compartment. Once in the hallway, Hermione began to cry and shake with guilt and disgust. She hated teasing those two. In fact, she hated touching them at all. It wasn't right but she had to do it to keep up her image. Hermione was disgusted with the guys and more importantly , herself. She conjured up her robes and walked to the front of the train. The ride was over and Hermione could see the blinking towers of Hogwarts.