The next day, Great Hall...
As soon as she walked through the doors she stormed to the Gryffindor table, heading straight for Harry and Ron. She was beyond furious and all of the other Slytherins would only laugh at her if they actually listened to her ramblings. 'That mudblood has tainted Draco! He left me for her last night during the ball!' she would scream. But all she got from them were rolled eyes and one vile comment from one of her sisters saying she would even have some mud pie than her scaley pussy. That had set the Slytherin boys into a chorus of "oohhhh's"...
"Potter! Where the hell did your mudblood take my Draco?!" Pansy screeched. Harry took a good look at her searching for an easy insult. Her hair was a mess, even compared to Hermione's, she had dark circles under her blood shot eyes, and it looked like she had dried boggies clinging to her nose.
"What the hell are you going on about ragdoll? From what I heard Draco left you," Harry retorted. Ron almost choked on his food. He had a hell of a hangover and was trying to get rid of it with breakfast since Hermione wasn't there to give him a fast remedy. Speaking of which, the pug had called Hermione a mudblood. Again!
Quickly swallowing his food he stood up and glared. "What do you call Hermione?!" It was more of a dare than a question. However he unintentionally succeeded in getting everyones attention. The Weasley was known to be a form of entertainment when Hermione's blood status was brought up.
"Oh I'm sorry, I forgot the MUDBLOOD had a name!" Pansy dragged out the word carefully but not so everyone would hear. She knew how to cause trouble and still find herself being the victim. It was a role she played well.
"THATS IT YOU WHORE, I'M GONNA FU-!"
"Mister Weasley! Detention. I will not have my house be insulted by anyone, no matter the rumors." said a voice behind him. Ronald turned around only to look up into the face of one pissed off Severus Snape. "You will come with me to the dungeons now."
After watching them leave, Pansy sat across from Harry. "Look Potter, I know Draco left me. But he left me for your know-it-all. Anyone else, I could come to terms with, but not her. He saw her crying after you two idiots did something and went to comfort her."
Harry was taken back. "Are we talking about the same Draco that has been torturing Hermione for the past three years? I'm pretty sure that Draco wouldn't be caught as a ghost going anywhere near Hermione." Harry asked dumbfounded.
"Tell me about it, here I am at the ball wearing something nice but alluring waiting for him to drag me to the dungeons for another good long shag and he just tells me to practically sod off and goes to her. I mean, I was even wearing some new lingerie and I don't even get it ripped off of me!"
"TMI, Parkinson. But there has to be something going on. You don't think he might actually, you know, like her?" Harry asked, dread filling his voice. To think, Gryffindor's other pride and joy sneaking off with the ferret. It made him shiver with disgust.
"Oh gods Potter, don't make mhe sick before I even had breakfast. I mean really, can you honestly see Draco following a giant cat like he's some kind of lost puppy? He's a viper! It would be gross!"
"Says the snake talking to a lion about getting back at said viper."
"How the hell do you know what I'm thinking?"
"Please, it's written all over your face," Harry said with a laugh, subtly pushing a plate full of food towards Pansy. He didn't even realize what he was doing until he actually saw her take a bite of scrambled eggs. He was surprised at how fast she wolfed down her food without it actually going everywhere. She ate faster and cleaner than Ron when he was starving after a long game of quidditch at The Burrow. "You're actually kinda cute." He didn't mean for the words to come out but he couldn't really hold them in either.
After swallowing her last bite she scoffed. "In your dreams Potter. So what are we gonna do about the princess and Draco? Gods know he's already had her. He's already been tainted and if we don't stop them things could get worse for all of us. Our parents have already had it in writing that I'm supposed to marry him because of our beautiful pure blood status."
"And Hermione being who she is might start to think she can change him. I don't want her know-it-all stuff be turned into the Slytherin sex toy."
"So you gonna help me?" Pansy asked sticking her arm out for a handshake. Even she had some manners. She watched Potter stare at her hand as he thought it out. But without his brainiac to help him it was a quick decision. Grabbing her hand firmly, he gave her a short shake, letting his fingers playfully graze her wrist. Pansy felt a small delicious chill go up her spine.
"Yeah, I'll help you," Harry said with a sly grin. "My cute little puglette."
Pansy's eyes went wide at the comment and she scurried off to the Slytherin table. She was immediately questioned by her peers on why she was talking to the lions. Harry almost broke into a fit of laughter. After quickly finishing his breakfast, he deciding to ride his Firebolt for a while. It always piqued his interest whenever he thought about fucking someone while they were flying. Who knows, maybe Pansy will be his lucky ride. Well if he didn't have to actually look at her face.
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Hermione and Draco were walking to the Great Hall. They had agreed to walk a few feet apart so nobody would get any ideas. They were already going to get crap from their friends and housemates. Hermione was about to enter when she saw Ron and Severus walking out and heading to the dungeons. She quickly gave Ron a look that said "what did you do this time?!" Ron's response was to mouth the word 'Pansy'.
"Aww did the weasel screw up again?" Draco joked mildly. He didn't want to piss off Hermione after such a wonderful morning.
Flashback...
Who knew his mudblood was so full of energy. He woke up this morning with his cock deep inside Hermione's mouth. His morning wood make it seem like he was bigger than before and she was sucking him off like a pro. Quickly grabbing another condom and muttering a contraceptive spell he forced her wonderful mouth off of his cock and pulled her into a deep passionate kiss. He didn't have to say a word as Hermione slowly and torturously lowered herself onto his 10 inch cock. After she quickly adjusted she began moving her hips. Gods he was so deep inside her. He began to thrust inside her while she stradled him causing to let out delicious moans and a few beautiful screams.
"Deeper, Draco, please. I'm so close," Hermione started begging.
"You really are a dirty mudblood aren't you?" He asked, filling the question as much love and admiration as he could muster so she would know it wasn't an insult. He took a chance and slapped her ass.
"YES! Yes, I'm just a dirty mudblood! I'm just a dirty filthy mudblood!" she screamed in pleasure. She surprised him with her response, but he liked it.
"Who's dirty mudblood are you? Who owns this filthy mudblood pussy?" Draco demanded.
"I'm your dirty mudblood, my flithy mudblood pussy belongs to you! Oh gods yes Draco! This feels so good! Oh gods please let me come."
"Does this mudblood want to come on this pureblood cock?" Draco commanded.
"Yes, yes. Please Master Pureblood, let me come," Hermione begged. She could feel him thrust deeper and deeper with every command he uttered. Every command brought her closer and closer, but she would try to hold off her orgasm until he said she could come.
"What did you call me? Who am I?" Draco said, gritting his teeth. He was nearing his climax.
"Master Pureblood, my master!" Her eyes were closed and her head was tilted to the ceiling. She felt his hands on her sides, making it easier for him to slam his wonderful cock into her tight wet and warm pussy. She could feel him growing in width inside her and she could tell right then that he was close. "Oh gods, yes, yes, yes.. FUCK ME YES DRACO!" she screamed as she came. She looked down at her lover as she came and saw his eyes rolled in the back of his head as he came with her. Deciding to be just a bit evil, she began moving again slowly, while he came.
"Damn it you gorgeous mudblood!" he grunted as he came again. He quickly decided he liked calling her 'mudblood' again when they were like this. If they ever got another chance like this. He lifted her off of him and disposed of the condom, surprised that it didn't break. When he turned back to her, she was already in her panties and bra. He knew she had simply wanted to get dressed in some normal clothes and the room provided her with some warm clothes that she would normally wear. But he was surprised that she wanted to wear lace during the cold weather. "Umm Hermione why are you wearing lace when it's freezing outside?"
"I always thought lace was more comfortable during the winter months. Never had to worry about it getting a little scratchy when it was cold outside instead of when it was hot out," she explained, hoping she wouldn't have to explain any further.
"So what do you normally wear during the summer?" Draco asked as they both got dressed for the day.
"Umm usually a tank top and shorts but when it gets really hot I could be caught wearing a bikini top and cut off shorts. The Americans call them 'daisy dukes'."
"Hmm, maybe I can see before the school year ends."
Hermione gave him a playful smack as they left for the Great Hall.
Back to the present...
"Apparently the pug pissed him off," Hermione explained. She quickly entered the Great Hall and headed towards Harry with Draco a few feet behind her heading towards the Slytherin table. Harry had tears in his eyes and was smiling, obviously holding back a laugh and Pansy was red. 'What did he do?' she thought. "What's so funny that you look like you're about to pass out from lack of air?" she asked him as she sat down across from him.
"The puglette thought you and the ferret were going at it after the ball last night. I mean, I heard he left her but to think he would come after you? I mean he hates you!" Harry replied with a laugh. He didn't realize that Pansy was right. Still he would try to keep a closer eye on Hermione if he could. If not, he'll just ask Ginny to do it for him and give her a small promise that she might get to kiss him.
"Are you serious? That's absurd! Why the hell would I even want him touching me? He's a Snake!" she said nervously. Crap, she needed to think of excuses for when she took off to that special room Draco took her to. Speaking of which, she needed to do research on that room. She wasn't gonna ask the twins because they would start questioning Ronald. That meant going to the library. If she could learn a new trick, she could surprise Draco again like she did this morning. She had simply woken up and looked next to her. Next thing she knew she was just craving to taste him again. His cum was so delicious last night, she just had to have more. She felt someone staring at her and turned to see Draco giving her a subtle hungry look while he was ignoring whatever Pansy was trying to say to him. The puglette realized that Draco wasn't paying attention to her and looked up to see Hermione looking at them. Pansy's eyes found Harry's and tried to send him a mental message: They are staring at each other.
"Hermione are you okay. You seem different," Harry said, receiving Pansy's message.
"Hmm, oh yeah. I feel fine, despite last night." she said, obviously trying to make him feel guilty.
"Hey look, we're sorry. Ron is still being a bit of a twat because of the tournament and without you, I'm helpless when it comes to the clues."
"I get that, I do. But you two don't need to make me feel the way you did last night. You boys made me feel like I was worthless. That you only kept me around because I help you two when you're in a tight spot. That can really do damage to a girl's self-esteem."
"No Hermione! You're not worthless! I will contact Sirius again if I have to. He's better with words than I am. You know he's like a translator for us." Harry said, joking about Sirius.
Hermione just rolled her eyes and ate a small breakfast. It may be the Holidays but she wasn't gonna slack off on her studies. Grabbing a piece of toast, she headed for the library. Chancing a glance behind her after leaving the Great Hall, she noticed nobody was behind her. She didn't even hear any 'silent' breathing. Continuing her path, she nodded at the librarian who was expecting her to show up any minute. Every year, Hermione's interest for books changes. While each year contained the usual classroom reads for her studies, her other reads became very different. Some days she'd want to learn more about past witches and wizards or about Hogwarts itself. Other days she could be found reading romance novels or something that had to be brought in from the muggle world. Today, it looked like just a study day.
Draco saw Hermione leave with a slight bit of irritation in her stride. Potter messed up again. If he could just get Pansy to stop pestering him, he might be able to see what Hermione was up to. Quickly making up a lie about needing the loo, he took off after Hermione. But when he saw her heading down her familiar path to the library he slowed down but planned to meet her there anyway. He knew she wanted to do research on the room.
Pansy watched as Draco left before nodding to Harry. Somehow it was agreed that they would meet in the D.A.D.A classroom. Professor Moody hadn't been seen in the castle or near the classroom. Probably meant he was working to get things ready for the next task. "So, what do you think. I mean he just took off after she left. He's going after her. And if what I said was true, than he might want to do it again."
"It does look suspicious Pansy. But let's not just jump to conclusions. I mean, if people jumped to conclusions about how we left the Great Hall they would think the four of us are trying to start some kind of house revolution thing and get all the houses to become friends," Harry countered. He was gonna defend his friend as best he could until hard proof showed Hermione was in fact, fucking Malfoy.
"True. If only there was some way to know for sure."
With a small thought he told her "I could have some spies around the castle keeping an eye on her. If something seems weird, they'll report to me and I could tell you."
After recovering from the shock at Harry's ingenuity, Pansy drapped her arms around Harry carefully and whispered in his ear "that's very Slytherin of you Potter. Sure you're in the right house?" She heard a small growl and she soon found his lips pressed against hers. 'He's kissing me! This half blood is- oh, mmm he's better than Draco' she thought.
"You know I could mark you. Everyone would think it's his when you know it's mine. Does that sound like a good idea, my cute puglette?" Harry purred against her neck. Pansy could only nod as her head was clouded at the moment, barely understanding what he said. She felt his teeth graze that sweet spot and her legs became jello as he sucked her skin. She was on the verge on begging for more when he finally pulled away and admired his artwork. No way could that be covered up. They weren't even being tought glamours yet, and no amount of makeup would cover it without that spot looking off to everyone. She had to let it show. "You're mine now Parkinson. Until that mark fades on its own, you belong to me. But if you ever need a reminder, owl me and just tell me where." And with a very Slytherin like move, Harry left her standing there to go figure out the next task.