Hermione stood with the rest of her classmates as Slughorn released them from their finale lesson of the day before supper, the Slytherins and Gryffindors filing out of the double doors chatting loudly about that night's Quidditch match. Hermione hummed to herself, wiping the sweat from her brow as she looked over her desk that was littered with parchment and ink that she had been using to take vigorous notes over today's lecture on the many properties of the sopophorous bean that made it a staple ingredient in many, frequently used potions.
It had been a rather uncharacteristically hot afternoon in the dungeons, forcing the students to ditch their heavy, house robes, many of the students going a step further and rolling up the sleeves of their shirts. Hermione could feel the ringlets of sweat sitting on her chest, making her thin white top cling to her hot and itchy skin. She was dying to get out of these clothes and take a nice, cool shower.
"Coming, 'Mione?" she heard Ron call across the room, pulling her from her thoughts, her eyes flicking towards him as he stood in the doorway. Harry was right next to him, but his green eyes were laser focused on something else. Someone else Hermione thought, nearly rolling her eyes as what she could only imagine as the greatest staring contest of the century between her best friend and her…well, Hermione wasn't exactly sure what her relationship with Draco was outside of his bedroom.
"They're serving Shepherd's pie for dinner," Ron's voice shouted again and Hermione laughed. Leave it to Ron to be completely oblivious to anything going on around him that didn't relate to food or his abnormal consumption of it.
"You guys go ahead without me," she called back, nervous as Harry took a step as if he were going to physically confront Malfoy. "I'll catch up with you later." She nodded her head discreetly in Harry's direction and Ron finally took notice of his friend's laser focus, turning white as he interceded, whispering to Harry in his ear. Harry shrugged him off, but still left with Ron as they disappeared into the hallway.
Hermione sighed tiredly as she slowly bent over to gather her book bag and a few of the secondary texts she had brought with her to class, she was actually pretty hungry now that she thought about it and Shepherd's pie was one of her favorite Hogwarts' classics. She laughed as a small gurgle mixed into the air as her stomach agreed with her, but she felt herself freeze when she heard the unmistakable sound of dragon-hide shoes echoing off of the dungeon walls behind her.
Her whole body shivered as the tiny hairs on the back of her neck and arms stood on end as a familiar presence settled just behind her before she felt strong, lean hands wrap around her narrow waist, pulling her back against a very impressive, a very hard erection.
"Tell me you've been waiting for me, Pet," came the slow growl that never failed to make her weak in the knees or wet between the thighs. "Tell me that you wanted me to find you with this cute arse in the air and I won't make you beg for me to fuck you right hear."
Hermione whimpered as she rotated her hips around his hardness, searching for the right angle for him to brush up against her in just the right way that she would feel even a second's worth of relief from the ache gathering below her navel.
"Draco," Hermione hummed, as he brought her back against him, his cock teasing her throbbing center even with both of their clothes still on. She could almost feel the outline of his cock as he strained towards her center and it was driving her mad. She heard his growl of approval as her hips reflexively pushed back against him and she shuddered again.
"I'm having all sorts of wicked thoughts about what I should do with you, Pet," he murmured above her as his hands slipped from her waist and cupped both of her ass cheeks with his hands.
Hermione slowly rose to her full height, still not coming to the level of his chin, licking her lips salaciously as she felt every inch of him against her back. She felt his hot pants of air against her cheek as he lowered his mouth to her ear, his tongue coming to lick at the shell of her ear before his lips sucked the lobe between his teeth. Her legs grew weak beneath her and she knew she would have already fallen to the floor had Draco not been there to hold her up the way he was.
"I don't know whether to toss you over my knee or bend you over this desk," he said silkily as her kneaded her pliant flesh between his fingers. Hermione hummed softly in response, not caring either way knowing that she would derive pleasure in however he chose to seduce her just then. At that moment, she wasn't Hermione Granger, brightest and smartest which of her age, she was just a girl who wanted nothing more to feel nothing but the immeasurable pleasure of her Master's touch.
You could hear a quill drop in the potion's classroom, save the small pants of air between the two lovers as Draco trailed wet kisses down the column of her throat, enjoying the small vibrations below his lips as she hummed in pleasure. His fingers were smoothing up and down the exposed skin of her thighs, brushing against the hem of her skirt as he began to gently work it up her long, smooth legs.
When his fingers brushed the edge of her knickers, Hermione moaned as her flesh pebbled in anticipation. "We can't," she murmured as he teased the lining of her knickers between her thigh and the apex. She felt her nipples harden when he gently bit the smooth patch of skin between her neck and shoulder.
"We can," he replied haughtily as he brushed the top of her white, cotton knickers, making the muscles of her lower abdomen twitch deliciously. She could feel herself growing wetter between her thighs, her knickers growing more damp by the second. At this point, Hermione knew that there was no getting out from underneath the growing ache that was building like a wildfire between her legs. She would need Draco to sate the lust he had built beneath her skin and she cursed and praised him for his wickedness.
However, Hermione had never even considered having sex in such a public place before, the extent of her sexual experiences beginning and ending in Draco's bedroom. She couldn't deny that there was something highly arousing in the feeling that someone may walk in on them at any time, especially a teacher, ruining her credibility as a role model student and worse, toeing the line of expulsion. It was all very underhanded and risky, very Slytherin, but at the moment, Hermione couldn't care less, especially not with the way Draco was making her feel as he buried his hand beneath her knickers and grabbed her naked sex between his fingers like he owned her…perhaps in that moment, she wouldn't mind it if he did if he never stopped making her feel this way.
Hermione let out a soft moan as she felt herself dripping her arousal against his warm hand as he massaged her soft and swollen flesh, his growl of approval vibrating through his chest and into her spine where it travelled straight between her legs. She licked her lips as he experimentally ran his fingers through her juices, measuring her readiness for him when the time was right. She knew that he knew he had her right where he wanted her. He always knew how to get what he wanted, the sodding Slytherin. Godric forgive her for wanting him so badly.
Draco could almost hear the thoughts running through his witch's head as an unseen battle waged within her oversized brain and so he took it upon himself to shift the balance in his favor as he slowly slipped two fingers between her wet folds just as he nipped at her neck, making her squirm beneath his touch. He knew he was being unfair, but he was a Slytherin was he not? Salazar would never forgive him if he let his witch walk out with a decent fuck when it was clear that both of them wanted this. He'd hex anyone who tried to stop him before he satisfied his witch well enough that she had to balance herself on his arm afterwards.
Hermione sighed, half in conceit and half in pleasure as Draco swiped his thumb against her swollen clit. She let her head fall back against his shoulder, her eyes closing as he stoked the fire within her, her tongue coming out to lick at her dry lips as she felt the fires licking in her veins.
"Okay," she rasped, placing her hand over his as a sign of agreement. "Fuck me, Draco Malfoy."
Draco grinned before he turned his head and gifted her with a small peck against her temple before he turned her against the desk. "Bend over, Pet" he instructed, his left hand coming to rest on the back of her neck as he guided her down and over the table, smoothing it down her spine as he gazed over the top of her. She looked so small compared to him, but he knew that she was actually one of the strongest people he knew and if anyone ever tried to hurt her she would evaporate them without a second thought.
He continued to work his right hand between her legs, making sure not to leave her throbbing clit abandoned between strokes as his left hand fumbled with the buckle of his trousers, his erection springing forward the moment he was able to set it free. He took his cock into his hand and pumped himself as he let Granger's soft mewling sounds wash over him, making sure to spread his pre-cum over his head.
Hastily, he pushed her skirt up and over her hips, baring her cotton covered ass to his lecherous gaze, not skipping a beat in pulling down her soaked knickers as the smell of her arousal hit his nose, making him moan like a two-cent whore as his cock strained towards her heat.
You wouldn't have noticed underneath the layers of black robes she was forced to wear, but Granger had a beautifully carved bum, milky white skin over smooth and taught muscles that made his hands ache to touch every time she was near him. This time was no different.
Draco pulled his hand from Granger's cunt, to her dissatisfaction, and grabbed her between his hands again, delighting in the way she felt in his palms as he squeezed and kneaded her pliant flesh. He saw her rose bed peek out from between her folds and felt himself harden as he began wondering if anyone had every touched her there before.
Without even thinking about it, he parted her cheeks, opening her up to his gaze and lightly pressed his right thumb against her puckered whole. Her reaction was instantaneous, her whole body going stiff beneath him as she gasped, her head whipping around to look at him. He could tell by the lining of her shoulders that she was not happy.
"Red," her voice cut through him and his thoughts. "Definitely red."
Draco nodded slowly as he brought his thumb slowly away from her rose, a little sad that something that he immensely enjoyed would remain a fantasy of his, but he would never want to make her feel uncomfortable so he turned back to his plan before he had been side tracked. He felt her immediately relax under him as he slipped his right hand back between her thighs, his fingers ghosting over her clit before he sunk two fingers into her once more. She was moaning and gasping his name in no time.
Satisfied with the wetness between her thighs, Draco took his cock into his hand and aligned himself with her entrance, gathering her juices with his head, grateful for the extra lubrication before he would penetrate her. He could hear her moans getting desperate, his own arousal nearing as he stroked himself and knew that he couldn't make either of them wait any longer.
"You're going to take my cock now, pet," he told her as he nudged the tip of his penis between her folds. He heard her gasp, her hips wiggling deliciously around him as if begging for more and took that as his sign to slide all the way home. He buried himself effortlessly to the hilt and they both let out moans that would make even the most experienced sex worker blush. He chuckled as Hermione began to mutter nonsense, his hand coming to wrap around her trembling mouth. "I knew it was too much to expect you to remain quiet, love," he teased, "But perhaps we should try our best not to alert all of Hogwarts that I plan to fuck you now."
Hermione nodded as he lust filled eyes stared forwards. Draco kept his hand across her mouth as he started to thrust in and out of her, thankful that he had when she started to wail into his hand, his hand working to muffle her sultry sounds that were running up his arm and straight to his cock, making his hips jerk chaotically into her.
He entertained the idea of casting a nonverbal muffliato spell around them, but actually preferred the added danger of potentially being caught in this compromising position with Granger. Being with her over the past few weeks, he had never felt so alive and in their world's current climate, he couldn't ask for more. Besides, Professor Slughorn was the most oblivious of their professors and Draco supposed that was enough of an assurance for him.
Draco watched for what seemed like the best few minutes of his life as his penis worked in and out of Granger's tight pussy, the tension below his navel building until he was straining not to spill his seed inside of her like an adolescent school boy during his first fuck. He was a much more considerate lover than he had been way back when he had first discovered the pleasure he could find in the warmth of a woman's flesh, a lot less selfish with his lovers and the one that was currently moaning into his hand, was his best one yet and he wanted to take good care of her, lest she bore of him and leave him to satisfy himself because he knew he could never go to another after her. She had ruined him for anyone else forever.
Not that he would ever tell her that.
Draco focused on Granger's swollen clit, knowing that it was the quickest way to get her off and he needed her to find her release soon before he fell over the edge and became useless to her. He could see that she was close by the way her chest was heaving beneath him and her knuckles were white from the strength in her hands as she squeezed the edge of the desk between her fingers. There was so much strength and life in those fingers and Draco wanted nothing more than to worship them individually for the rest of his life, should she have him.
Angling his hips slightly upwards, Draco could feel her walls fluttering around his pumping cock as he continued to hit her g-spot with every thrust, propelling her towards the finish he knew she craved. She was gasping behind his hand, her tiny mewls of pleasure turning into desperate cries as she fought her orgasm at every turn, having learned that she was to receive his permission before orgasming.
"Is that begging I hear, Pet?" he teased, flicking his thumb over her clit as his tongue traced the shell of her ear. He could feel her whole body trembling beneath him as she tried desperately to hold back the waves of pleasure that continued to crash against her resolve. He thought cruelly of pulling back and watching her flaunder under being so close to the edge but he knew that they were already testing their luck not having been caught. He would let his pet have what she desperately craved, not because he was above a little game of edging, but because she was at her best when she was flying apart.
Draco lowered himself to her ear and whispered, "Fly, me pet."
Hermione screamed as soon as the words left her master's lips, thankful for his hand across her mouth, as her whole body quaking under his heavy weight, glad for the feel of him holding her down as she jerked and wiggled beneath him. She nearly blacked out as her vision blurred as bright lights flashed behind her eyes. She could feel him behind her as he continued to stroke in and out of her, prolonging her pleasure moments before he toppled over the edge behind her. They both panted through their orgasms, exchanging the warm air between them, their skin slicked with sweat.
When Draco first began to come down from his orgasm, he heard Granger muttering his name on her lips and he smiled, turning his head to place small kisses along the back of her neck, tasting the saltiness of her skin beneath her cotton shirt. He could only imagine what the front of her looked like and promised himself that he would be spend a lot of the evening giving his special attention to her bountiful breasts.
His cock completely limp inside of her, Draco pulled out, both of them moaning at the loss of him from her warm and wet cavern, Hermione rising up on shaking legs as he began to pull up his pants. Draco smirked when she threw out her hands to balance herself against his outstretched arm to which she giggled as she began pulling up her knickers.
Her cheeks were a delicious pink color, her bottom lip swollen from where she had undoubtfully chewed back most of the moans that hadn't ended up buried in his palm. She was the picture of a thoroughly fucked woman and Draco couldn't wait to do it again as soon as possible, but knew that they were pressing their luck just now. Besides, he had worked up another sort of appetite that couldn't be sated in their potion's class.
"That was amazing," Hermione grinned at him as she straightened out her skirt, her nipples peeking out against her thin cotton shirt making him wet his lips as he cock twitched hungrily. "Not to mention we broke about fifty school rules."
Draco huffed in amusement as he tucked his insatiable cock back into his pants before helping her to gather her things and settling her book bag across her shoulder.
"I plan to break a few dozen more when I have you in my bed tonight, Granger," he whispered between them as he touched her forehead to his. "Make sure to eat a proper meal at dinner. You will need your strength and endurance for what I have planned for us tonight, Pet."
Hermione pushed up on the balls of her feet and pecked a kiss across his lips before she turned towards the door, swishing her hips salaciously as if giving him something to think about while they were apart. She wouldn't have to worry about him thinking about anything or anybody else but her all evening. He was already half hard just thinking about her bare beneath him, him not caring how loud she screamed her orgasm as long as she was screaming his name. Yes, he would think of nothing else tonight.
Draco watched the door for a few more minutes, giving Granger enough time to disappear down the hallway so no one would see that they had been in the potion's classroom all that time together. He was about to head towards the door, when the sound of blundering footsteps caught his attention behind him.
"Mr. Malfoy!" Slughorn's overly cheerful voice rang through the dark dungeon walls, "I hadn't realized you stayed behind after class. Did you need something my dear boy?"
Draco smirked. "No professor," he said, "Ms. Granger was kind enough to work out my problem."
"Excellent," Slughorn beamed. "Ten points to Gryffindor and Slytherin for interhouse unity!"
Draco bit the inside of his lip, trying hard not to buckle under the immense pressure of his laugh. "Thank you, Professor," he managed to squeeze out as he worked to slowly inhale and exhale without being reduced to a puddle of fits.
"Run along now, Master Draco," Slughorn waved. "They are serving Shepherd's pie, you know."
Draco tilted his head towards his professor before turning towards the door and disappearing into the busy hallway, wondering how he could best bend the rules, or rather Granger, to better encourage their… interhouse unity.