Hermione and Draco burst through the door of the Room of Requirement attached at the lips. They were lucky the room always knew what the user needed, as they tumbled over and landed on a large soft bed in the middle of the room. They sloppily made out for a few more minutes, feeling and grinding on each other in a drunken haze. Both their bodies were warm and tingly from a mixture of the alcohol and their horniness.
Draco fumbled for his wand, in an attempt to vanish Hermione's clothes, but his inebriation threw off his aim and his incantation, and he ended up vanishing half of the pillow behind her head. Not wanting to risk shoddy spell work on Hermione, Draco tucked his wand away.
"Old fashion way then." Draco stated, as he straddled Hermione's stomach, grabbed the opening of her shirt and pulled it open harshly, sending her buttons flying. Sober, and rule-abiding Hermione would have been annoyed her uniform was damaged, but dunk horny Hermione found his aggressive impatience the sexiest thing in the world. Her breasts bounced free, much to the delight of Draco.
"No bra?" Draco teased.
"No point." Hermione said lustfully. "We both knew tonight would end with you fucking me."
Draco let out a growling noise, before lowering himself to latch his mouth onto her right nipple, while fondling her left with his hand. Hermione moaned and arched her back into him, which Draco rewarded by giving her nipple a hard nibble.
"Draccoo…" Hermione moaned, not at all sounding like the prim and proper girl she was known for. Draco knew better, how needy and wanton she sounded behind closed doors (and sometimes open ones). The dichotomy of the bookworm. Draco sucked on her nipples like a newborn babe, moving back and forth between them, making sure they both were equally worshiped. When he had effectively slathered both of them in his saliva, he pulled back, but not before giving her right tit a small smack. He then promptly flipped her over onto her stomach, so he could work at her skirt. Much like her shirt, he didn't bother to properly unfasten it - simply ripping it from her body. Hermione would have some repairs to do in the morning, but it was all worth it in the moment. Draco's eyebrows shot up at her choice in underwear. A green thing; something he gifted her recently.
"You little minx." He breathed out. Hermione looked over her shoulder and smiled, arching her back and wiggling her bottom invitingly and impatiently. Draco's nostril flared. He gave her right ass cheek a spank, not too hard, but enough to make her gasp out and the flesh jiggle and ripple. "Stay still."
Hermione bit her lip, and pressed her face into the soft comforter of the bed as she obeyed, stilling her hips. Draco smoothed his palms over the globes of her ass, appreciating the roundness of it. Seeing as the panties were a gift from him, Draco chose not to rip them from her body, instead hooking his thumbs under the waist and gently tugging them over her bottom and down her legs. The evidence of her arousal was apparent - he could smell it even. Hermione maneuvered her legs so Draco could pull her underwear fully off her which he added to the pile of her tattered uniform.
She took the moment to fully remove her shirt and tie, and kick off her shoes. She then rolled back to her back, and let Draco appreciate her form. She saw the ways his eyes dilated and preened. Sober Hermione was nor showy, she sometimes even doubted she was attractive despite what people had told her. But Draco made her FEEL sexy, made her think she was the most sensual thing in the world. She smiled as he stared at her, having seen her naked Merlin knew how many times now, he still seemed shocked that he got the chance to. She spread her legs open, her cunt dripping down the inside of her thighs.
"You're overdressed" She stated, snapping Draco out of his gawking. Immediately the Slytherin began to pull at his clothes like they were on fire, kicking off his shoes and socks, then his shirt; he nearly stumbled trying to remove his pants and underwear while simultaneously trying to move. That got a un-Hermione like giggle out of the bushy haired girl.
With his clothes fully off, he was on Hermione once again, pressing his lips and his body to hers. Their mouths devoured each other, tongues battling for dominance, rolling around on the bed like the horny teenagers they were. Draco slipped his hands between their bodies and between her legs. His fingers found the little bundle of nerves he was looking for, and he rubbed her in small circles. Hermione gasped into his mouth and pressed herself into his fingers more.
"You're so fucking wet for me." Draco growled, increasing the speed of his fingers. Hermione simply mewled in response, gasping breathlessly.
"D-Draco." She whined rocking into his hand, eyes shut.
"Merlin, you're perfect." Draco praised, watching pleasure move through her body. Hermione's eyes opened, and she preened at the praise as she always did. She opened her eyes, with a mischievous glint, one that made Draco excited, and a bit nervous. She grabbed one of his shoulders, and rolled the both of them over so that she was on top of him, her hair falling forward and tickling his face. With a saucy look on her face, she leaned down and pressed a quick kiss to his mouth. She then moved down to his chin, then his neck, then collarbone. She peppered kisses down his body: down his chest - making sure to lavish a nipple with her tongue before moving on, down his toned abs, then right above his belly button. Draco's cock was hard as his wand, pressing against Hermione's body as she descended his body. His cock slotted between her breasts as she took a moment to kiss his belly button. She kept moving until her face was hovering over her prize. His hard prick stood proudly like a tower, twitching and swaying slightly as Draco's chest rose and fell. Hermione pressed a kiss to his left thigh, and then his right, purposely brushing right past his cockhead as she did. Draco groaned loudly.
"Mione, you're killing me." He basically begged, something a sober Draco would NEVER do - at least admit to doing. "Get on with it."
Hermione smirked, before lowering her head to press a kiss to each one of his testicles, before moving back up and pressing an open mouth kiss to his cock head. She took him between her lips, and sucked gently, swiping her tongue over his slit as it wept pre-cum. Slowly she lowered herself more, taking half of him in her mouth, and bobbing her head shallowly. Draco's hand went to her hair in a tight grip, but he didn't force her to take more of him. He was happy to allow Hermione to lavish his cock at her own pace.
Now, sober Hermione didn't HATE giving blowjobs. She looked at it almost clinically, a natural part of foreplay, but it wasn't something she typically went out of her way to offer. For that reason, Draco typically made it a point to have her swallow his cock whenever he could, much to her annoyance. Bur drunk Hermione seemed to want nothing more than to cram his cock into her throat. Without much prompting, Hermione continued down his thick length, gagging as it pushed into her throat. Draco's hand remained in her hair, but he didn't push her, simply massaging her scalp and watching in awe as she choked herself on his cock and kept pushing herself down.
"HRRUCKK" Her throat sounded viscerally as she stuffed ¾ of his rod into her throat. Tears stung her eyes, spit, ran down her chin and out the corners of her mouth, her face was red and her nose ran and her sinuses filled with her own saliva as she tried to will herself to keep going and that she didn't actually NEED air - only his cock. With one last effort that would make Rowena Ravenclaw proud, Hermione planted her hands on Draco's thighs, and sank her mouth down over the last few inches of him, nose pressed into his neatly trimmed pubic hairs. Hermione flexed her throat and swallowed around him, looking up at him with red, teary eyes for signs of approval at her accomplishment. Draco's mouth was open and he let out a loud groan of pleasure.
"Merlin, you're amazing." He whimpered. "My perfect little witch, my perfect little cocksucker."
Hermione moaned around him at his praise. She slowly pulled her head up, extracting a few inches of his length from her throat, before slamming her head back down. She repeated the action, throat fucking herself. Draco's eyes nearly rolled into his head, and his toes curled.
Sober Hermione would NEVER do this. She wasn't a craven little cockslut…least not so openly. But liquid courage was an amazing thing, and Draco praised the gods of magic that all he needed was some firewhiskey to bring this side of Hermione out of her. Despite how amazing it felt, Draco had no intention of spilling in her throat that night, and with great reluctance, used his grip on her hair to drag her up his length. Hermione fought him a bit, not wanting to let go of her treat, but a sharp tug of her hair told her it was time to let go.
She allowed his cock to fall from her mouth with a pop, her face an absolute mess of spit and throat slime.
"God Mione, you look a mess. You've never been more beautiful." Draco said, as he sat up from his lying position "I need to be inside you, NOW."
Hermione crawled forward, pressing a wet kiss to his mouth. "How do you want me?"
For a moment, Draco hesitated, and Hermione thought she suddenly did something wrong. She thought maybe she shouldn't have kissed him after he had just been in her mouth, but he slowly reached around her body to her backside.
"I was thinking, we could-" Draco began. He didn't finish his sentence. Instead, he let his hand move between her asscheeks, and delicately, he pressed a finger against the ringed muscle of her asshole.
Hermione stiffened a bit, looking Draco in the eye. It wasn't the first time Draco had broached the subject. For sober Hermione, this was a non negotiable NO, which Draco respected. It wasn't as if she hadn't been curious herself - she was of course an academic at heart, but she was admittedly scared given the size of him. But drunk Hermione…well while she still had her reservations, she couldn't think of a reason to say no. His cock was already lubricated with her spit, alcohol relaxed the muscles, and she was horny as all hell. The more she thought, the more and more she convinced herself. After a moment, she slowly nodded her head, and without a word, she turned from him, bowing down to rest on her elbows, ass sticking out to him. She looked over her shoulder with a bit of trepidation, and nodded again.
"J-just try to be gentle." She whispered, before turning her head back, and pressing her forehead to the bed.
Draco placed both his hands on her as cheeks, and spread her cheeks, looking at her little pink hole. It looked so inviting, like it was calling to him. He moved into position, shuffling toward her on his knees. He placed one hand on one of her asscheeks, and the other at the base of his wet cock to guide himself. Slowly he pressed his hips forward. Her hole twitched on initial contact from his cockhead. He pushed forward more, not too hard as to scare her away or hurt her, but enough to break through the tight muscle of her ring. With a bit of effort, he was able to push through the initial barrier into her tight hole. Hermione gasped loudly as she had her ass penetrated for the first time. It hurt a bit, but mostly it felt WEIRD, unlike anything she could really describe - and this was just his tip. He pushed forward more, slowly but surely, sinking into her tight heat.
"Fuuuck." He groaned as he sank into her inch by inch. Hermione 's fisted the covers, and began to breathe rapidly as one inch turned to two, and then two to four. "Hermione, you need to relax. You're doing so good for me."
Draco's praise helped her calm herself down, and subconsciously loosen herself for him. He was able to slip into her more, six, seven inches. Hermione never knew she could feel so FULL, and he wasn't even all the way in yet. She was still breathing heavily, trying to force her body to relax. Draco kept up his words of encouragement, praising and complimenting her as he pushed into her, her ass gripping him like a vice.
Finally, Draco snapped his hips forward, burying the last few inches of himself in her ass. Hermione's head shot up and she let out a loud yelp. She tried to keep herself from hyperventilating, but she couldn't deny that it was uncomfortable - she felt like a turkey during the Autumn feast. Draco didn't move, relishing in the feeling of her tightness around him, and allowing Hermione to adjust to him. He reached out and gently petted her head soothingly. After a few minutes, Hermione calmed down a bit, growing a bit used to the unusual feeling.
"I-I think you can move now." She said hoarsely. Draco nodded his head even though she couldn't see it. Placing both his hands on her hips, he began to slowly rock in and out of her. It took all the restraint he had in him not to thrust harder, but he maintained his slow pace, churning her insides.
Hermione let out various groans of discomfort and pushed her face into the comforter. It all felt so strange, so foreign. Her body was ho - the sensation of it all overwhelming her, and she found it hard to breathe as he moved.
"You're doing so good. So perfect." Draco continued with his encouragement. Hermione hardly knew Draco could sound so gentle. It helped her relax around him, helped her center her breathing. As he continued to move slowly for a few minutes, the discomfort began to transform into pleasure, different than if he was in her cunt, but pleasurable all the same.
"Faster." She whimpered. Beginning to rock back against his thrusts.
"What was that?" He asked, full well hearing her.
"Draco, please - go faster." Hermione whined.
Draco obeyed, propping one foot up for leverage, and grabbing both her hips. He then slammed forward into her, making Hermione squeal and moan. With the green light, Draco began to thrust into her more aggressively, snapping his hips forward and clapping against her ass. Hermione's initial uneasy groans became moans, and encouraging squeals. Draco leaned forward pressing his chest to Hermione's back and running his hands under Hermione to grab onto her swinging breast. He placed his chin on her shoulder, and his mouth next to her ear.
"Where am I, Hermione?" Draco demanded from here. "Where am I fucking you?"
"M-my bum." She gasped helplessly.
"Where?!" He growled, snapping his hips harder, and twisting her nipples.
"MY ASS." She all but shrieked. "YOU'RE FUCKING MY ASS!"
It was embarrassing, shameful, dirty, but Hermione didn't care, drunk or sober. He was pulling things out of her that she never even knew existed; moaning wantonly as he reamed her, buggered her, ruined her. Draco shifted his weight, enough so that Hermione's arms and legs gave out, making her fall flat on her stomach, arms pinned under her. Draco slammed cock into her, pulling her arms from underneath, moving his hands to the back of her head, pressing her face into the covers so he could effectively try and fuck her into the mattress. All semblance of gentleness had left him as he rode her hard.
"Merlin, you little whore." Draco taunted. "Bookworm by day, little butt-slut by night."
Hermione responded by loudly moaning into the mattress as her cunt gushed and dripped. "UnghUnghUnghUnghFUCKSHIT" was about as intelligent rebuttals she could manage between his hard fucking.
"You're MINE." He said possessively, yanking her head up from the mattress. "My bookworm. My slut. My cocksleve. My…MUDBLOOD."
Hermione then let out a gasp, and tried to turn her head to look at him, eyes wide. Draco went completely still. At that moment, Draco thought maybe he had gone too far. That word - the word he hurt her with so many times before - it was meant to be a bit of dirty talk, degradation. He of course didn't feel that way about Hermione, not anymore. He knew she was a brilliant, beautiful witch, the brightest of an age. He worried that he had just ruined what they had built over the last few months.
That was until Hermione's ass clenched around him, her body shook wildly, and she came harder than she had ever done before. She let out a wail that would put a Mandrake seedling to task, and her eyes crossed in her head. Draco watched in amazement as Hermione convulsed, shuttered and twitched through her orgasm. A huge predatory smile spread across his face, and he began to fuck her ass with renewed vigor.
"You filthy mudblood whore." He growled, once again mushing her face into the bed. "Mudblood mudblood mudblood mudblood, '' he chanted over and over, punctuating each word with a brutal thrust. Hermione was past coherency at this point, babbling and drooling into the covers, brain melting, and every little intelligent thought in her head evaporating away.
Draco's hips became a blur as he felt his balls tighten, and his abs contract. It only took a few more thrusts to send him over the edge, cumming deep into her bowels with a loud groan. He pumped his hips continuously, working through his orgasm and making sure the full contents of his balls were plastering her insides. After over a minute, he collapsed on top of her, face buried in her hair, breathing heavily. After another few minutes, he rolled off of Hermione, unplugging her, and laid on his back staring at the high ceiling of the room.
"You're so amazing." He mumbled. "So smart, so sexy, so…so enchanting. I - I think I'm in love with you Granger."
He didn't know if it was the post-sex buzz, or alcohol that made him admit that, but there it was.
Hermione didn't respond.
"Hermione-" He asked, turning his head to look at her. He was met with the sight of Hermione's face at peace, eyes closed, half obscured by her hair as she snored softly.
"Thank Merlin you didn't just hear that." He said, before letting his own eyes close shut.
The Slytherin common room was waking up.
"Oh god, I think I'm going to be sick" Daphne said, holding her head from the corner she decided to pass out in.
"Has…has anyone seen my knickers." Astoria asked, looking around the room, and pressing her skirt down so it didn't move too much.
"Crabbe is still wearing them on his head." Goyle pointed out.
"Can you guys not be so loud?" Pansy complained. Some of us are trying to suffer our hangover in peace."
Pansy was still curled up in Ron's lap, face buried in his chest. Ron looked down at her with a goofy smile on his face, still not quite believing what/who he did last night.
Ginny and Harry were scrambling to get their clothes back on, trying their hardest to avoid the eyes of the smirking Blaise.
"That was…uh." Harry began.
"We've never done- " Ginny tried to finish, but trailed off.
Balise just smiled at them with his pearly white teeth. "Don't think about it too hard, might hurt yourselves." He told them with a wink.
The sound of the common room doors opening got all their attention. Draco and Hermione entered the room, looking as put together as they ever had. They had happened to stop by the potion room cabinet where Draco regularly hid hangover potions.
"Oh really?" Hermione chastised with her hands on her hips. "Are all of you just getting up?"
"Jeez, here I thought at least my fellow Slytherins would be able to hold their alcohol." Draco drawled.
No one responded, simply looked at the pair in the doorway.
"What are you all gawking at?" Hermione huffed.
"You're wearing each other's ties." Pansy said after a moment.
The pair's eyes widened in shock, and they looked down, sure enough they were wearing each other's mismatched ties. Hermione's face turned red, and Draco cleared his throat.
"There's…a good explanation for that." Hermione tried lamely.
"I FUCKING knew it!" Ron laughed loudly. "Harry, you owe me a galleon!"
"Yeah yeah." Harry said in annoyance.
"Honestly, I don't know why you betted against him. It was OBVIOUS." Ginny said
Goyle and Crabbe tried to hold in knowing laughter, and Blaise was grinning like a Cheshire cat.
Hermione groaned, putting her red face in her hands, while Draco focused on a particularly interesting piece of carpet.
They supposed there were worse ways to be found out.
There were also certainly better.