Chapter 3:

Hermione was actually glad that the weekend had finally arrived. With all the stresses of homework, and now Ron, she felt she needed a little time off to get her head back on straight. After putting on a pair of jeans and a sweater, she made her way down the staircases and corridors towards the Great Hall to meet up with her friends who were already eating breakfast.

Opening the huge door, she walked down to the end of the Gryffindor table to where Harry and Ron were eating and chatting away, and sat down across from them.

"Good morning, boys," Hermione greeted, as she began putting eggs and toast on her plate.

"Good morning, 'Mione," Harry responded.

"Mornin'," Ron mumbled, looking down at his plate.

Not much more was said between the three during their breakfast that morning. The silence that ensued caused Hermione to become so uncomfortable that she quietly dropped her fork on her unfinished plate, told them she would see them later and then hastily left the Hall.

She quickly made her way up the moving staircases, not really paying attention to who or what was in front of her, ignoring the people passing by, until she eventually almost toppled over the only person she did not want to see that day.

"Oi! Why don't you watch where you're going!" Draco loudly asked. "I know you want me and all, but that doesn't mean that you can just jump me, expecting me to just shag you rotten on the stairs."

"Sod off, Malfoy," Hermione shot back, trying to hide the pained look in her eyes from earlier.

"What's wrong? Weasel doesn't want you anymore?" Draco asked, smirking.

"We're not together anymore for your information."

"Oh, really? And why not? He wouldn't shag you, or you wouldn't ride him?"

"It's none of your business, Malfoy. So just--just--," Hermione stuttered.

"Just what?"

"Just fuck off," she said, turning and continuing her way up the stairs.

"I already told you, anytime," he yelled, making sure she could hear him. He smirked, knowing that he had won this battle of wits again. He also noticed the aching bulge he now felt in his trousers, now needing release.

Hermione finally arrived in the Gryffindor common room, feeling more frustrated then when she woke up this morning. She already had the stress of having to try to reconcile everything with Ron, but now she had to deal with the confusion as to why all of a sudden Draco Malfoy was making passes at her and insinuating sexual things with her.

I guess it's not necessarily a bad thing that Malfoy has taken an interest in me, she thought to herself. She began to wonder what being with Draco would actually be like. After all he was the most sought-after boy in the school, and was also reputed to have many notches in his bedpost.

After thinking how Draco would make an excellent lover because he was so experienced, and how he could pleasure a girl just the right way, Hermione began to feel herself get heated and, unexpectantly, wet.

Feeling the need for relief, she ran up the stairs leading to the girls' dormitories and sat up on her bed. She quickly shucked off her sweater and jeans, tossing them onto the floor below her. She began to run her hand over her breasts, still covered in the black lace of her bra, lightly squeezing the hard nipple beneath and illiciting a moan from deep within her. Her other hand, moving over the fabric of her panties, rubbing and massaging her moist, wet cavern.

Picturing Draco and her passionately loving each other, she removed her undergarments and began to deeply pleasure herself more, bathed in a feeling of euphoria. She inserted a finger into herself while having her thumb massage her clit. She pictured Draco inserting his cock into her wet pussy, fucking her hard. Another finger is inserted, adding more pleasure. She knows she cannot last much longer as the images flooding her mind eventually bring her to a shattering orgasm, rendering her body numb and spent. She could not believe she had just done that, especially to the images of Draco Malfoy.

After bumping into Hermione, Draco continued down the staircases towards the Slytherin common room, located in the dungeons, when he seen Weasley and Potter leaving the Great Hall.

"Your girlfriend looks a little upset, Weasel," Draco stated, smirking at both of them. "Oh yeah, I forgot. She told me you two weren't banging each other no more."

"Sod off, Malfoy," Ron said, his face reddening.

"Well, maybe now that she's free again, I should just go and 'sod off' all over her innocent little face."

Not even thinking Ron tried to rush at Draco, but was blocked off and held back by Harry. Watching Ron swing his fists, trying to get a shot in, Draco smirked and continued on his way down to the Slytherin common room.

Arriving in the common room, he notices that Pansy is sitting on one of the black leather couches, no doubt waiting for him to return. Taking a seat on the couch next to her, she moves closer and puts her head in his lap.

"What's wrong, baby?" she asked.

"Nothing," he quickly replied.

Raising her head, she begins to slowly run her hand over his chest, slowly moving down towards his cock, trying to massage it through the fabric of his pants.

"Don't touch me." Draco quietly said.

She continued to rub and stroke him, trying to ease him to relax.

"I said don't touch me, you two knut whore!" and he threw her off of him to the other side of the couch.

Pansy, shocked and confused as to why she was being refused (because Draco never refused her), got off the couch and stomped her way up to the girls' dorms. Draco, alone now, had let his mind drift to thoughts of Hermione, confidently thinking and knowing that it will not be too long until he is shagging her rotten all over the castle, and began to play with his now leaking cock under the fabric of his trousers, knowing that dreams will soon become reality.