Note it does contain explicit language and sexual content. Definitely smut.
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The Great Hall was filled to the brim with students. The Headmistress welcomed everyone to the annual all hallows eve feast, before giving the word to Hermione.
Her speech was well organized, touching on subjects she thought might interest the students the most, and when she was done, she felt content with her efforts and received a round of applause, louder than she'd expected. All she could think about while Draco was giving his speech to inspire the students, was of how well articulated he was, and that he spoke of his work with great passion, using exquisite hand gestures as he did. It only made her butterflies flutter harder. She tried to focus less on those and more about the excitement she felt for what he had in store for her this evening.
It was hard not to take note of the Slyterhin girls, giggling at their table, clearly affected by Draco's presence, she felt that on every level and remembered a time when she'd swooned over Gilderoy Lockhart. It made her smile and Neville looked at her from her left side. Hermione quickly gathered herself and straightened her back. She was seated next to Neville on her left, and Professor Babbling to her right.
When Draco finished his speech and the applause settled, she glanced in his direction. He was seated at the far end of the table, to Hermione's annoyance next to miss Evans.
Hermione felt her irritation build when miss Evans laughed loudly and touched his arm. The word mine echoed in her mind and she had to remind herself that he was not. It took all the effort she had not to glance in their direction constantly. Just like the last time when they'd been seated at the same table, she never once caught Draco looking at her.
What if he enjoyed the attention from miss Evans? She had not forgotten his remark about the blonde long legged professor during their date. It had probably been his way of teasing her, but it did nothing to still her irritation. She tried to focus on her champagne and Neville as he commended her on her speech.
The Hallow's eve feast seemed to have everyone at Hogwarts in a festive mood, she exchanged pleasantries with Neville and professor Babbling, hardly touching her food, she had an appetite for something else entirely. She had two glasses of champagne then stuck mostly to pumpkin juice. Wanting to keep her head clear, even though she wanted to drink more if only to calm her nerves. She stopped to greet nearly headless Nick on her way to the history classroom, glad that the halls were empty of students, and the only eyes on her were those on the portraits.
Hermione searched for somewhere to change, and her eyes landed on broom closet. Without a mirror it was hard to know what she looked like when she'd put the school uniform on. One could only assume she looked ridiculous, a grown woman dressed in school robes. She shook her head, was there anything this man couldn't get her to do? Her heart was beating fast in anticipation, she really didn't know where this was going to go, or if it even was a good idea.
As soon as she stepped into their old history classroom, she saw him. He was seated on top of the professor's desk, biting in on a green apple. He didn't even look at her as she walked in.
"Draco?" she said apprehensively, suddenly feeling nervous again.
"That's Malfoy to you," he prompted and finally turned his head to look at her. He was dressed in full Slytherin gear, looking very much like the Slytherin prince he'd once been. She swallowed hard.
"What's the reason for your detention then? Caught sucking off the Weasel on the grounds after curfew?"
Hermione gasped. Standing still with her lips parted.
"Or was it Potter?" She didn't answer, she was stunned.
He jumped off the table, his shoes making a thumping sound as they landed on the stone floor. If it hadn't been for the glint of lust in his eyes, she'd thought he was mad at her. He walked smoothly towards her with the most devious grin playing on his lips.
She took two steps back when he reached her.
"Both?" He continued with his questioning, quirking a dark blonde eyebrow, taking one step closer to her, whispering; "Have you been caught being a bad girl?" Draco was unyielding. Provoking.
"So what if I have?" she defied.
"Oh ho ho! Fiesty," he mocked.
"Shut it Dr-" she stopped when she saw his jaw clench. "Malfoy," she corrected herself. He looked so angry. It reminded her of looks she'd received from in the past, and she wanted to slap him, as much she wanted him to fuck her.
"Nah, you're too much of a teacher's pet aren't you, everyone knows the Gryffindor Princess is nothing if not a prude," he kept mocking, pushing her buttons.
"I am not a prude you stupid git," she said, realising she'd just walked straight into his trap by the way he laughed in her face. Draco clicked his tongue.
"Guilty until proven the opposite," he said calmly.
"It's the other way around actually, and it's not the opposite, it's innocent," she blurted, still the know it all it seemed.
"It's leviOoosa not leviosAaa," he mocked, remembering how she'd yelled that sentence for the entire classroom to hear in their first year, surprised by his own memory recall. Now Hermione really wanted to punch him.
"Not my fault you all are just idiots not knowing the simplest of spells," she countered, pursing her lips into a thin line.
He grabbed her throat, standing dangerously close now, noses almost touching. "Don't call me an idiot," he hissed. She could feel a rush of liquid pooling in her knickers.
She poised herself, as much as one could with a hand around their throat. "You're such a dramatic queen," she said, small drops of spit shooting from her mouth on his face as she spoke, making his face harden and his nostrils flare in rage. He'd always been so dramatic back then, like when he'd been attacked by the Hippogriff in third year and acted like he'd been about to lose an arm.
"It's killed me, it's killed me," she challenged, referencing to the event.
His eyes went dark when he caught the reference, and Hermione realised she had a lot of pent up anger, it felt wonderful to let it out, cathartic even.
"At least I'm not an insufferable know it all," he retorted venomously, tightening the grip around her throat. Hermione rubbed her thighs together and he noticed immediately, his eyes shifting down her body.
"Does the Gryffindor princess like it rough?" he taunted and cocked his head to the side. She only managed a pathetic whimper in reply. He pushed her body hard against the wall, quickly moving to pin her against it with his body. She gasped when she felt his hard length against her stomach.
She looked down at the spot where his cock were. "I'm not the one getting hard," she ridiculed back. He raised both of his eyebrows, hitting her with the most amused and patronizing look she'd ever seen on him.
"Oh and you're telling me if I reached down to touch your cunt right now you wouldn't be dripping like the slut you are?" He grinned dangerously again, and the growl escaping his lips as she pressed her body closer to his had her doing just that.
"You wouldn't dare," she challenged, desperately hoping he would. And he did. He pulled on her knickers until they broke in his hands, and without any further warning he slid three digits inside of her, pumping with vengeance. She arched her back and felt her knees weaken, he began to rub her clit at the same time, and just before she was about to cum he suddenly pulled out. Her entire body ached by the emptiness and loss of orgasm.
"Mm, very moist," and watched her reaction as he used the word he knew she hated. Her lips parted and the fire in her eyes was as bright as he'd ever seen.
He smacked his lips onto hers, forcing her mouth open with his tongue, denying her the opportunity to scold him for using that word against her. Hermione felt herself melting into the kiss, biting on his bottom lip.
Her hands reached down to touch his cock, but he smacked them away, pressing harder against her body. "You don't get to touch me," he said coldly. He unclipped her robe, tugging it off, and started on the buttons on her shirt, loosening her tie. When her shirt was fully unbuttoned he caressed her breasts, realising them from the fabric of her bra, he sucked, licked and bit on her nipples, driving her insane.
"Please Malfoy,"
"Is the Gryffindor princess begging to be fucked?" he asked coolly, seemingly unaffected, and she would have fallen for it if it weren't for his hard cock pressing against her.
"Yes!" she answered without hesitation, not caring about the clear desperation in her tone.
He grabbed her hair, pulling her head back and started to leave bite marks all over her neck. "Look at you, so desperate to be fucked, and by a Slytherin none the less." His voice was hard, domineering.
"Who would have thought you to be such a whore," he hummed on her skin and the mortification in his words made her wetness drip down the inside of her thighs.
Draco contemplated leaving her remaining clothes on, he very much enjoyed her in her school uniform, it also made it very easy for him to get into the character of his old self.
No. He would remove her clothes, he enjoyed her naked way too much.
Still gripping her hair, he moved them to the desk he'd been seated on before. The last of her clothing was removed by a flick of his wand. It became very obvious that she was now naked and he was fully dressed. He lifted her onto the desk, and dropped down on his knees, spreading her legs with his hands before he tasted her. She moaned as his tongue slipped inside of her devouring her. When he bit down on her clit and shoved to digits inside of her, she screamed.
So. So close.
And he stopped. Again. Knowing how much more intense her orgasm would be when he'd finally let her have it. He used the fingers that had just been inside of her to pinch her nipples, covering them in her own wetness.
He smiled cunningly down at her, and she thanked Merlin when he pulled his zipper down. When he started to rub the head of his rock hard cock against her core, sliding it between her wet lips, she felt like screaming again, her desire for him overtook every other thought. He entered her agonizingly slow, stretching her, when he was fully seated inside of her, he didn't move. Hermione rocked her hips, her mind only filled with the desire to cum. She looked up at him, his eyes were still dark, but the anger had been completely replaced with lust. He was still in his stupid Slyterin robes though, shirt and tie looking untouched, and Hermione thought he looked incredibly good. Wondering how she could ever not have found him sexy in his robes at school.
He groaned when he started to move inside of her, his cock slid easily in and out. When he started to bite on her already sore nipples again she felt her orgasm forming. He slapped her breasts, alternating between the too. And she hoped to Merlin he would let her cum this time.
"Malfoy, Malfoy, please," she moaned.
"Please what?" Draco asked, wanting her to actually say it.
"Please let me cum. I need to cum," she whimpered as she was writhing on the desk.
"Yes, be a good girl and cum for me," he allowed.
His lips were on hers as she came, she moaned into his mouth. The orgasm completely overtook her, making her body entire body shake uncontrollably. It was like the ones she had been denied all took her over at the same time; it was so intense she could feel tears streaming down her cheeks. Draco growled against her neck, her cunt gripping his cock so tight and for so long that he saw no reason to hold back; he released his orgasm inside of her, holding onto her tight.
Hermione felt overwhelmed, and cried because of the intensity, the way he made her feel, and the fact that she already missed him even though he was right in front of her.
He kissed away the tears on her cheeks while whispering; "You're such a good girl, so perfect. He whispered it over and over again while planting many soft kisses on her face, her lips and her neck. His words grounded her. He led her up from the table and sat down on the floor, gesturing to her to sit down on his lap. He grabbed his Slyterhin robe that lay next to them and covered her with it. Hermione nuzzled close to his chest, and she felt safe when his arms wrapped around her.
"You okay love?"
Hermione nodded against his chest. "Yes, I just- it was just so intense, the roleplaying, the orgasm," she explained and silently whishing for him to stop calling her love, because it appealed to her very soul.
Her pulse began steadying and her mind felt clearer. She appreciated how relaxed she was, and how amazing it had been to get some of that anger out. She was fumbling with the collar on his shirt. "You know, I think I needed this. I very much enjoyed mocking you back. It felt purifying in a way," she admitted. Draco hummed and stroked her hair. "Yeah, you really got into character there."
"Indeed," she answered and sighed against his chest. Wondering how she was going to return to her empty apartment and sleep alone tomorrow.
