Chapter 1
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Draco Malfoy woke up in Moaning Myrtle's Bathroom for maybe the fifth time that month, with no awareness of how he had ended up on the floor again. The nightmares had been getting more vivid, and time was running out. Heart beating fast, he quickly crawled over to the wall and rested his head against it. Checking his grandfather's decades old watch made him realize that he'd missed curfew, and he'd be ripe for capture by any suspicious prefects on patrol. He sighed and wished for this year- no- this life, to end.
He quickly got up and collected his fallen backpack, straightened his robes, and after glancing around the bathroom and peeking into the corridor outside, slunk out with the stealth that would engender pride among his Slytherin ancestors. He made his way slowly and silently to the Slytherin dungeons, not really caring if he was caught by a prefect, but hoping to avoid the batlike presence of Severus Snape, a man who had been hot on his trail since the beginning of the year.
He really shouldn't, but he kept his eyes peeled for a familiar head of lustrous brown curls, and the deliciously sexy smell of Vanilla and Gardenias, that was unique and oh so tempting. He'd been doing everything and more since he'd been at Hogwarts really, to run into Her Swottiness, and after years of confusion, he'd finally stopped fighting the need to see her, speak to her (colourfully insult her, rather), and even cadge a sniff. He shook his head, because his thoughts could lead to nothing but another sleepless night of unfulfilled erotic dreams, which would be a heady but ultimately unaffordable distraction from his tasks.
And then it happened.
Crash
He hadn't realized that anyone would come upon him turning the corner. He fell on top of the person he had collided with, and his body instinctively recognized the luscious body trapped beneath his. She'd filled out more over the summer, and his hips were cradled exactly over her womanhood. He knew he should move, but he was too busy enjoying the position he was in. The smell of Vanilla and Gardenias was so strong, he was afraid to breathe in, for fear of his body betraying his reaction. Her eyes slowly opened, dazed and adorably befuddled at first, with her long eyelashes fluttering weakly. And then a "Malfoy, get OFF me you cockroach" was screeched at him. She started trying to ineffectually push him off her with small hands and an exasperated huff.
He leered at her and said crudely, "Looks like I'm the only man you'll ever be on your back for MUDBLOOD. Fortunately, I have no interest in sullying myself further." He hated the hurt that flashed through her eyes, quickly masked with disgust. Without warning, she blasted him off her and he was flung onto the opposite side of the corridor. She'd pulled out her wand while he was spewing venom at her, and he internally applauded her ability to act quickly. She would need it for the war that was brewing. Before he could disarm her, she shot a full body-bind at him.
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Hermione Granger was LIVID. How DARE this pale blond IDIOT get under her skin like this. Malfoy was so venomous and antagonistic, and yet anything he said to her had the ability to hurt her tenfold, anytime he looked at her, he made her so aware, and anytime she saw him smile, she died a little inside, because those genuine smiles would never be directed at her. He was so hateful towards her, and he made her cry in secret after EVERY encounter. She was doing her level best to hold in tears just now after his unprovoked words, and she was so TIRED of it. So bleeding tired of wanting someone who would always think of her as an ant beneath his exalted feet. So utterly drained from pretending around her friends and feeling hurt and ashamed all the time. She had begun to realize her feelings towards him some time last year, after noticing that he was always second to her academically, had a brain in his head when he wasn't using it to direct unprovoked insults at her and her fellow Gryffindors, and spent almost the same amount of time in the library as her. She had always been attuned to him, but last year it hit her that she actually liked the git and felt attracted to him. It didn't help that he had the sharp and aristocratic features of a Nordic royal, excellent manners, and long fingers that were the subject of many an erotic dream. She hated herself for being enamoured of her bully, and for giving him power over her.
It didn't help that stupid Ron was trying to make her jealous with Lav-Bitch, causing the STUPID bint to spread rumours around school about Hermione's frigid nature all because of her misguided envy. She was tired of feeling insecure of her looks and her hair, no matter how much she told herself it didn't matter. She was tired of every insult hurled her way in the corridors, and for the helpless nature of her feelings towards her tormentor of many years. Of course, she gave as good as she got, but it wore her down every day. She had become more wary and jaded and unsure of herself over the years. And it was ALL because of this boy.
Well, enough was enough. She was done. She was ready to end this animosity and this power imbalance once and for all. She was ready to take back power for herself. Maybe she wasn't rational at the moment. A more reasonable Hermione would have realized that Malfoy was just lashing out as usual, as a cornered bully is wont to do. A more rational Hermione would have given him the benefit of the doubt, if his increased pallor, extreme weight loss, and overall extreme sullenness was anything to go by. That Hermione would have realized that this young man was going through something monumentally bad in his life. That Hermione empathized with the boy every day, and prayed for him every night. But THIS Hermione, this Boadicean Lioness really, couldn't care less. She wanted retribution and she wanted it NOW.
She blasted open the door to the charms classroom that they happened to be outside of, levitated a petrified Malfoy inside, and cast a silencing spell on him and on the door after closing and locking the classroom behind her. She summoned a chair and bound Malfoy to it with a non-verbal "incarcerous".
Surveying her captive, she slowly smiled. This was going to be fun.
"My my Malfoy. Not so vocal when you're at my mercy now are you?" Malfoy continued to stare right at her, unable to do anything except blink. She laughed outright. "I kind of like you like this, all trussed up and quiet just for me". Her laughter died down, and she started walking towards him like a jungle cat prowling towards its prey. "I wonder what I should do with you?", she mused out loud, stroking her chin thoughtfully.
"I'm sick of you continuing to insult me and calling me every horrendous word relating to my blood status, for no other reason than daddy said so. I don't even think you've meant it this year. Everyone can see you're wasting away, and you STILL try to find time to think up what nasty thing you're going to say to me? I was merely doing my job you pale sadistic BASTARD." Her voice had risen steadily during her tirade, and she suddenly realized that she was panting and breathless. Malfoy's eyes had widened and darkened at the same time, but other than that his body was unable to react.
"I'm going to teach you a lesson you'll never forget. Today you're going to learn what a retribution tastes like" she said as she stepped into his personal space, and began to unbutton her shirt.
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He was dreaming. He couldn't be awake. No WAY was Granger slowly unbuttoning her shirt in front of him. He was afraid he'd end up drooling and willed his mind to prevent that from happening at any cost. He wasn't going to muck up any opportunity with this witch, the subject of all his sexual fantasies, dream or not.
He caught a glimpse of her creamy decolletage as she steadily unbuttoned her way down. Her pretty tits were encased in the most beautiful and lacy silk green bra he had ever seen, and he knew he had died and gone to heaven. There was a riot going on in his pants. If only he could reach out and touch her. He tried to struggle against his bonds, but that was not possible. Powerful witch meant powerful binding. He wanted to bury his head in those delicious mounds, he wanted to lick her all over and suck her nipples. He wanted to kiss down her belly towards the treasures below. He wanted to kiss those pretty pink lips and bury his face in her soft neck and smell her and smell her till he passed out from overstimulation. He wanted a great many things, but it was not to be. Granger was not for him ultimately.
Because contrary to what she thought, she was the most perfect person he knew. She was pure, brave, and true. She was intelligent, she was bloody GORGEOUS, and she was WAY above him. In every way. It hurt him to cause her pain daily, but it was for her own protection. It hurt him even more to lust this painfully after her, knowing no one else ever could or would measure up. Knowing that nothing should ever happen between them. And it's how he knew that he would be even more hurt after whatever happened tonight. Nothing good could come from Granger stripping down to her undies, with him tied haplessly to a chair, unable to do anything but watch.
Suddenly Granger stopped unbuttoning her shirt. She was done exhibiting her beautiful body apparently. He felt a pang of disappointment. And then before he could blink, she plopped herself down on to his lap, where his erection was so obviously straining into her. If she was surprised at finding him turgid beneath her, she didn't indicate it. He noticed that her scent was stronger with her breasts in his face. They bounced a little as she adjusted herself, and he thought he was going to spill in his pants right there. What he wouldn't give to be able to move, just one inch more and he could plant his face in her bosom, as he'd been wanting to do since he'd hit puberty. But alas, luck wasn't on his side, just as elusive as it had been since the beginning of this godforsaken year.
"Apparently even mudbloods can make you hard huh? Your cock isn't so prejudiced is it Malfoy?" Granger whispered into his ear in seductive tones, giving him goosebumps. Then she stroked his hair back and set her lips to his temple, and began to softly kiss his face. She kissed his eyes, his cheeks, and slowly made her way to his mouth. He was going to explode and had to take deep breaths to calm down. His hands were beginning to chafe and stiffen, but he couldn't do much.
He wanted her to stop and yet to never stop. Suddenly she was kissing him on his lips and it was his every erotic dream come to life. But he couldn't move. He couldn't kiss her back. She delicately licked him across his upper lip and he reacted so hard that he jerked in his chair. She stopped abruptly and leaned back, looking down at him with darkened eyes. If anyone had told him this morning that he would end the night with a semi naked and lusty Hermione Granger on his lap, he would have hexed them. However, as he studied her, he realized she was not unaffected by that kiss either. Her eyes were glazed, curls in disarray, and her breathing was staggered.
"Hmm looks like the body-bind is losing its….. potency" she said, with an emphasis on the last word. He hardened even further if that were possible. She shrugged and sat up, bringing her delectable arse in contact with his groin, and double checked the ropes binding him to the chair. She hopped off his lap delicately (he was again distracted by the marvelous things that did to her chest), and loomed over him as much as her petite stature allowed. In his befuddled state, it took him a minute to realize that she was tracing down his jawline with her small fingers, down his neck, all the way to his tie. While following that up with little kisses, she suddenly yanked him forward, brushed her lips against his, and began to unknot his tie. At this point he began to imagine Hagrid at his bath, being bitten by that monstrous hippogriff his third year, Umbridge in her undies, and just about anything that would help him calm his raging erection down. He hadn't spilled in his pants since he was 14 and he wasn't about to start now, thank you very much.
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Hermione could hardly believe what had come over her. In her need to empower herself, some devilish part of her mind had completely taken over control of her body. Here she was, half naked in a Hogwarts classroom, stripping her sworn enemy off his clothes, and not really having any clarity of the direction she wanted this night to go in. She felt overheated, and powerful, and so tempted all at the same time. She was doing something utterly forbidden- something so fundamentally wrong that felt so right, and she hadn't ever known how heady it could be. She felt almost drunk, at the cusp of something new. Who would have thought she had it in her? Certainly not Harry or Ron, or Lav-Lav. She felt a little guilty at the thought of Harry and Ron, but she pushed it aside. Now was not the time to let such emotions intrude. Now was the time to seize the moment and take advantage of a man who desperately needed to be "shown his place" as he'd tried to do with her as long as they'd known each other.
At this point she had unbuttoned his entire shirt, and she pushed it off to the extent that the bindings would allow. She drew in a breath and tried to calm her fluttering heart. He was utterly beautiful. Pale and pristine and unmarked. Despite being excessively thin, he still had rock hard abs and pectorals. She had never imagined how good he could look without his clothes. Someone this spiteful should not allowed to look this good. She felt some misgivings about her own looks in comparison, but she forced herself to put self-deprecating thoughts aside. She had a goal to accomplish tonight, and such thoughts weren't conducive to achieving anything.
Vixen-mode Hermione settled herself on Malfoy's lap again, and started to kiss his neck. By this time, the body-bind curse had worn off, but the silencing charm was still in effect. He was unable to speak a single word. However, his eyes were black with lust and his expression was strained. He was thrashing against the bindings more fully, but she put her arms around his neck and held tight. She wanted to take off more of her own clothes, but she dared not. After softly biting and then suckling his neck to soothe the sting, she began to love bite her way down. She wanted to mark him everywhere. When she reached his chest, she bit down on his left pec, and felt him stiffen under her a bit. That was going to bruise, she thought to herself with satisfaction. Feeling emboldened, she slid off his lap and onto the floor and licked down his stomach. His expression was so strained now, but she could feel his engorged manhood close to her chest, and she knew that neither of them were going to leave the room until she had taken further advantage.
She suddenly looked up into his eyes, which were nearly black with need, the grey of his irises pushed to the periphery. Maintaining eye contact, she licked her lips deliberately, and began to unbuckle his belt. He drew in a gasping breath and closed his eyes. A stinging slap against his chest caused him to open his eyes and glare at her. "If you take your eyes off me again, I'll hurt you far worse than that. I want you to watch every second of this and remember who is pleasuring you." she promised with a sweet smile and steely look in her eyes. His eyes became wary, but he didn't look away. Once his belt was discarded, she began to unzip his pants. When she rubbed him lightly against his boxers, he almost wrenched free of his bindings. It seemed he was hating and enjoying this at the same time.
"Calm down tiger" she purred, "you'll get what you want in no time". She continued to rub him lightly over his boxers, feeling immensely proud of how dishevelled she had made Draco Malfoy. He looked like a beautiful disaster at the moment. His hair was mussed up, his face was flushed with a sheen of swear over his forehead, hickeys dotted his neck and chest, and the fun hadn't even begun.
She began to pull down his boxers, while still maintain eye contact. He lifted his hips lightly so she could take off his pants and boxers together. A part of her still couldn't believe what she was doing, but the illicitness of her own behavior was arousing to her. She never realized she would enjoy controlling someone so much. His cock was revealed to her inch by inch, and boy was it magnificent and much bigger than she had envisioned. The crown was all pink and flushed, and its veins were positively bulging as it jutted straight up and out at her. She completely pushed his boxers and trousers down to his ankles, and began to lightly trace her fingers from base to tip. Malfoy's eyes were nearly rolling back into his head from the tension. Suddenly, she was done playing. She wanted to watch him come undone then and there. She took him in hand and began to pump his shaft, squeezing gently. She looked away from him and concentrated on what she was doing. On an impulse, she thrust him between her chest, letting his dripping pre-cum lubricate the movement. At this point, Malfoy was rapidly deteriorating. He began to shake a little, and sway his head from side to side. She knew he wouldn't last too long, but she needed him to be patient till she had tasted her dessert.
She pulled away completely and sat back on her haunches. "Take a deep breath Malfoy. I'm nowhere near done with you yet."
When it seemed his panting had calmed down a little, she resumed her ministrations, and this time, she also added her tongue to the mix. She licked the tip of his cock gently, which caused it to jump a little. It tasted slightly musky and salty, and she had the sudden urge to touch herself. She refrained from doing so and put her hand on his sac. She gently kneaded and licked her way up his cock. Malfoy was breathing rather rapidly and watching her intently again. When she had lapped and laved her tongue all over, she sat back again.
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He was so far gone, he almost had no idea of even his name or his mission was in life. Granger had just licked his cock like a trained expert. If he wasn't so painfully aroused, he would have passed out from the shock. He watched in slow motion as she leaned forward and engulfed the tip him in her mouth gently, and began to suck. It was so difficult not to come. He couldn't stop carnal visions from playing over and over in his mind. He wanted to come in her mouth and on her tits. He wanted to see her completely naked, to tie her up and reciprocate. He wanted to take her in 50 different positions till she passed out, but most importantly, he wanted his bindings to come off so he could hold her hair as she sucked him off. Unfortunately, when had any higher powers ever heard his pleas? He could only settle for a little piece of heaven. The suction of her mouth felt incredible. No one had ever given him such pleasure. He wasn't even sure he deserved it, but instead of overthinking, he decided to simply enjoy this moment and cherish the memory for the rest of his life. Never in his wildest fantasies could he have imagined Granger had a such sexy little siren inside of her, and a huge part of him still couldn't fathom it.
She began to slowly take more of him in her mouth, and he had to restrain himself for pushing all the way into her throat as he was tempted to. She had all the control in this situation, and more importantly, he was scared that any excess reaction on his part would scare her away completely. She slowly began to bob her head up and down on him, taking him as deep as she possibly could, and he settled in to enjoy it. Suddenly she took all of him in at once, without gagging, and then began to suck harder as she pulled away a little more, leaving a trail of saliva at the base. It was the image of their mixed fluids, her heaving breasts, her red lips wrapped around his straining manhood that proved to be too much for him. He came harder than he had ever before, splashing everything into the back of her throat. Every nerve in his body was tingling, and he had never felt so flushed and alive. He watched her swallow it all delicately, as if she were sipping manna from heaven. When they were finished, she pulled away with a wet pop, and wiped her mouth delicately.
She leaned up and kissed him, all while grinning triumphantly. He could taste himself on her, and as he tried to kiss her more, she pulled away and began to re-button her shirt, taking away the breath-taking view of her delectable body.
"I want you to remember this every time you think about calling me a mudblood, or any other derogatory name. Remember that it was me who took you in my mouth and gave you a mind-blowing orgasm. Remember that a mere, simple, inferior muggle-born did that for you" she dimpled at him, while pulling on her shoes and getting ready to leave.
Once she was dressed and at the threshold of the classroom, she turned around and said "the bindings will come off in about twenty minutes. If you ever want to reciprocate, I'll be around" and winking at him, she flounced out. Leaving behind a trail of devastation and soul-searing hunger.
He was so fucked.
