Part IV

The bastard.

The incredibly good bastard.

She didn't hate him so much anymore. Actually that wasn't true. She still hated him, in a love-hate way. But the hate was for different reasons. It was for making her want him so much. It was for making her think of him when she was masturbating.

It was for her shock at how disturbingly beautiful she found his erect penis. It was for making her wonder how it would feel, thrusting in and out of her as her fingers worked to bring her to an orgasm. As opposed to hating him because he was simply a bastard.

She came finally, quietly, panting slightly. It was a weak, stupid orgasm. It was the tiniest orgasm in the world, she thought shamefully, stripping completely and lying under the faucet, a thin finger of water hitting her clit, making her gasp.

It wasn't good enough. Finally, embarrassed beyond belief, she slid her wand, blunt-side up inside her. Ten minutes later, she still wasn't sated. She was going to die. How had she become so addicted? She remembered all those Quidditch locker room orgasms. All small, insignificant in comparison with last night. What was the difference? Fingers were all the same, she thought, touching herself unconsciously again.

As she walked out, irritable and dissatisfied twenty minutes later, she ran into Harry. She tried not to think of how good he had looked and how he would agree to take her immediately. She was horny and was thinking irrationally, she tried to pacify herself. Harry wouldn't…take advantage of her.

'We need to talk.' He said quietly. That was the last thing she wanted to do. The very last.

'Okay.' She murmured. He looked at her surprised. She usually didn't agree to this. She just ignored him when he said this. Or ran away with Ron. He pulled her into a broom cupboard, locking and silencing it. She chided herself for growing excited as he directed her against the wall.

'Hermione,' he said bearing down before her, his green eyes, dark and sparkly in the gloom of the poor light their wands cast in the dark broom cupboard. He had effectively trapped her between him and the wall. She nearly spread her legs for him.

'This is what you do to me…' he said his voice lowering continuously to a husky growl. '…every time.' He was taking her hand in his, leading it to…she bit back a surprised gasp.

'Its more than that. Its not just shagging you…wanting to…' he was struggling to formulate sentences as his voice continued in that primal, animal growl that made her hair stand, and even, she supposed her nipples stand.

'I need you. You're like the air I breathe. You know…' he paused, trying to focus his eyes, 'oh…god,' he grunted trying to shift as her hand still rested on his very obviously erect shaft. 'We can never go back to what we were…' he paused, squeezing his eyes shut, bracing himself, looking like he was gathering the last vestiges of self-control, 'I-need-you-to-stop-touching-me…ah…I'lllosecontrol!' he gasped, his voice getting lower.

She barely swallowed her grin in time when his head snapped up and he searched her eyes. She felt him tense completely for a heartbeat and his entire body just relaxed. He exhaled in a rush, his breath hitting her cheek, warm and inviting. She let her fingers roam slightly above to his waistband, undoing his zipper.

'You really think you want…to…?' he panted, his eyes glazed a dazed expression on his face. She didn't respond but the manner in which she tugged his pants down was a very clear indication of what she wanted to do. It slid to his knees, lying pooled about there. His cock twitched in the confines of his boxer shorts.

She slid them off too and they rested over his pants, discarded. He took in a deep, shuddery breath as the cold air stung every nerve ending on his rather receptive anatomy. She slipped her thumbs into her mouth, licking them wet. She tried to hide a smile as she watched his eyes widen. Then ever so carefully she brought it down brushing the length of his cock with her glistening digits.

He threw a hand out against the wall behind her, leaning forward, a low growl erupting at the base of his throat. She leaned forward into him, working her fingers up to his tip, letting her thumb run over it, squeezing him gently.

'I know…' she whispered into his ear before letting her tongue out and biting down on his earlobe not too gently. She heard a sharp intake of breath as Harry dropped his head further into the crook of her neck, leaning completely on her, giving himself up to her.

His cock was harder than ever and he was begging for release, muttering into her neck, pleading, groaning as she worked him into a rhythm. She formed a tight circle with her thumb and forefinger at his tip and another at his base, moving them up and down in a steady beat, meeting at the centre and slipping to the edges.

'Sweet Merlin…' Harry swore, breathing very hard indeed. It wasn't long before her hands were also moving elsewhere, cupping him, squeezing the twin sacks that were his balls, enjoying every moan of pleasure that she elicited form him. For a moment, she felt out of place, playing the role of the temptress. He was her best friend. How could she do this to her best friend? She found no answer. Then, she settled into it, enjoying watching him beg to come.

She dragged him to the brink forcefully and stopped just short of release, leaving him practically crying for mercy. His face was a flushed, sweaty picture of lust and need. Three times and it was just too much to take. The tension had built up inside him, his muscles were sore and aching, his cock, throbbing, thrumming with desire, the need to be buried in her, surrounded by her heat.

'Take me…' he begged, 'take me…with you…sweet…hot….cunt around me…surround me…squeezing….heat…oh god…Herm- ahhhh!.' He groaned as her fingers set him on fire, pulsing, every nerve ending standing, utterly receptive, utterly powerless

Her fingers, slim, cool and soothing against his hot, red and painfully erect shaft, covered in pre-cum, slippery…it felt good. He felt relieved. He barely had the containment to speak coherently.

'Hermione…sweet…beautiful, merciful queen…' he begged murmuring into her neck, his sweat dripping onto her skin, mingled with tears, though he wouldn't admit it. '…come…let me…come…' he pleaded, his lips moving almost soundlessly against her. His right hand was fisted against the wall, tense waiting. His left was bundled in her robes, clinging to her for dear life.

And so she did just that. She let him come.

'Oh gods, Hermione!' he nearly yelled coming finally, thick hot cum spilling spurt after spurt between her fingers and onto both of their robes. He was breathing in deeply, nose still buried in her neck, eyes still squeezed shut as he tried to recover. His shaft was softening rapidly, cum hanging in an annoying string from it, dripping on the floor between them, soiling every piece of clothing in the vicinity.

He hissed as her fingers touched his sensitive skin, still flush as his thighs and legs thrummed in pleasure in the after-math of the orgasm. When he looked up, the cum dangled from her fingers, in long thin rope. He watched slightly embarrassed as she looked at it with a curious expression on her face.

He almost came again as she lifted her fingers, opened her mouth and devoured the fluids, sucking her fingers clean. He stared at her in absolute shock.

'Not bad…' she shrugged.

'Hermione…when…?' he uttered in shock, not able to get over the fact that this was, in fact, Hermione. She shot him a condescending look.

'Of course, I know how to do this. I'm a girl. Not a rock. And as hard as it is to believe, we have raging hormones too. We think about sex too, sometimes. Maybe this is a new side of me.' She shrugged, not really having an explanation for the way she was behaving, 'Maybe this is who I really am under the books and layers and…' she trailed off uncertainly, her cheeks burning as embarrassment flooded her. How was he going to accept this? What had she been thinking?

'Hermione…' he said grasping her shoulders, his voice now back to normal pitch, 'Whichever one it is…I love it. I love this Hermione.' He stated gesturing to her, 'And I love the Hermione who did this to me too…' he gestured to his cock, which lay limp and soft. It seemingly twitched, or maybe it was just a trick of the light. 'You'd sooner ask me to stop breathing, because I can't stop loving you.' He said softly.

She smiled, her embarrassment fading, letting him kiss her on the lips. He pushed closer, his naked lower body pressing harder into her, his cock half-up, half-interested. He opened her mouth with his tongue, nibbling on her lower lip, massaging her tongue with his and sucking the breath from her.

'Damn, I taste good on you.' He murmured against her lips, making her smile some more.

'Cocky bastard.' She grinned slapping him on the arm playfully.

'In more ways than one.' He joked. 'But enough begging for today. I think I'll leave with a little dignity.' He grinned and she smiled faintly, helping him tuck himself back into his boxers, pull up his pants and clean up the mess they had made.

'I'll see you after Muggle Studies at lunch.' She left.

XXX

'Potter, your fly's open.' Malfoy sniggered obscenely. But Harry saw the pure venom in his eyes. He had walked out of the broom cupboard in front of Malfoy. There was no excuse, not even the forgetting-to-zip-up-in-the-bathroom-on-my-way-out-one. He paled slightly trying to think up an excuse. Laughter erupted around the corridor and flushing almost purple, Harry zipped up and sped off in the opposite direction.

In front of a nearby classroom Hermione watched in despair as Harry walked off, Malfoy carelessly sloping away in the other direction. She knew he was going after Harry. She was right. But there wasn't much she could do.

'Who were you seeing, Potter?' Malfoy asked dangerously, locking the bathroom door and silencing the room. 'I know it wasn't a girl. You don't do that. Don't tell me Weasley is fucking gay too.'

'Draco…' Harry spoke quietly unable to keep the grin from his face. Cut him some slack, he thought, he had just received a spectacular hand-job from a girl he thought didn't even love him. 'It wasn't a guy. And it definitely wasn't Ron. You know he's with Lavendar.'

'I know fuck all about Weasley. As far as I'm concerned his private life with respect to you matters. Nothing else. You, on the other hand, I have a right to enquire about my boyfriend's fucking sex life, don't I? Especially when he goes off for romps in the middle of the day!' Draco spat angrily. There was a small silence before Draco broke it.

'So, who was it, anyway? Don't I deserve to know who won you over from me?' he asked in a decisively bitter tone. Harry nearly choked on his tongue. Draco never admitted to wanting or needing more than sex from him. Even though he may have felt for Harry, he never showed him.

'It was Hermione.' Harry said quietly knowing he could answer all those arguments as soon as he silenced Malfoy. And those three words sure as hell silenced him. He searched Harry's eyes, looking to see if he was in fact, telling the truth. He realized it was the truth.

'Wha-?' his jaw literally dropped. 'You fucked…Granger?' he asked faintly, looking astounded. Malfoy knew it was never going to be him, but he expected Harry to do the deed when the three of them were together…like in a threesome. At least he could watch.

'No.' Harry snorted derisively. Draco let out a breath he didn't know he had been holding.

'Then what-?' he asked incapable of asking him in full sentences.

'She…uh…well, she gave me a hand-job.' Harry shrugged nonchalantly, tracing a circle on the floor with his foot. Draco smirked. It figured, didn't it? Typical Granger, she had practiced on him the day before.

'Really? And it was…?' he didn't know why he needed to know.

'Good.' Harry shrugged.

'That's it?' Draco's shoulders sagged. She hadn't performed well at all then. 'Just good?'

'No!' Harry cried, laughing slightly. 'It was spectacular. It was like when you do it…almost even better.' He added hesitantly, 'You of course, fuck me the best you know…'

'It's alright, Potter.' Draco chuckled, 'I don't see Granger as competition. If she's better, well, good then. You two are more like a couple that stands a chance, as opposed to you and me. It was nice being fuck buddies.' He said wryly.

'Hey…' Harry's voice had softened. He sounded like he often did, the morning after. Soothing and comforting. He sounded like he did after a fight. 'What are you talking about? Two minutes ago I was your boyfriend.' His voice took on a teasing lilt, 'Boyfriend, huh Malfoy?'

'Well,' Draco flushed embarrassed. He had hoped Harry would forget the stuff he had said in that outburst. It had been an emotional moment, it wouldn't happen again. 'You're not a girl, so you have to be…'

'Cut it out, Draco.' Harry moved closer to him, 'You can be physically intimate with me. Have been for over two months now and yet you can't trust me to understand what you feel? That's not fair.'

'Look.' Draco said tersely, getting uncomfortable. He didn't like the way things were going. 'Its how I am, okay? I can't be tailor-made to suit your needs. I'm not perfect.'

'And yet you are.' Harry was right in front of him now. His nose was touching Draco's. Draco inched backwards to the wall, avoiding eye contact. 'No matter,' Harry shrugged, still advancing on Draco, who arched as his back connected with the cold bathroom wall. 'I know what you feel. You don't have to say anything. Just my name, when you come.' And just like that he dropped to his knees before Malfoy.

'Potter…don't.' Malfoy's voice had raised three octaves. His arousal was evident. Harry bushed his fingers against it, working his fingers against Draco's penis still sheathed in clothes. Draco moaned, his eyes closing as his hands clutched and grasped convulsively at the wall tiles for support.

'Like that, don't you?' Harry said in a voice so malicious, Draco barely recognized it. He undid Draco's pants letting them fall to his ankles. His cock stood unclothed by undergarments, slippery and wet.

'And one more thing. No one could ever win me from you. I'm yours to keep.' Harry said slowly before taking Malfoy's throbbing member in his hands. He spread his knees, one against each of Draco's feet to keep them from closing. He opened his mouth again, to take Draco's hard, waiting cock into him.

Above him, Malfoy let out a hiss of pleasure. His hands clenched, knuckles turning white as he controlled himself, trying not to buck into Harry's mouth. He felt Harry's tongue swirling about his tip, taking every drop of pre-cum out of him, slathering him in spittle. He looked down, enjoying the sight of Harry taking all of him –which was quite a lot- into his mouth.

He let out a groan as Harry's teeth grazed his sensitive cock. His tongue swirled about it immediately, soothing him. Harry's hands had reached under him, cupping his balls, fondling them, squeezing them ever so gently. He felt the rim closing in, he was going to explode. Harry sensing this, pulled out, his mouth slipping over Draco's cock. His fingers simultaneously squeezing his base, stalling him.

'Noo….' Draco wailed, his hips bucking violently forward, wanting Harry to take him in his mouth again. 'Come back here, Harry…' he cried, his head thwacking against the wall as he begged, 'Come here and suck my cock till I cum into your stupid little mouth.' He said raggedly, panting heavily.

'Patience, love.' Harry said gently chuckling. He pulled out his wand muttering something and twin red caps appeared on his index and middle finger. 'I like your enthusiasm, though.' He quipped wittily or so he thought. He readjusted his position slightly, giving him better access.

'Shut up…oh Sweet Merlin!' Draco cried, eyes flying open in alarm as a lubricated finger slipped into his hole. Then another. Harry stretched and crossed his fingers within Draco's hot, tight insides, enjoying the feeling, wondering and remembering how it felt around his dick. He gave a half-smile glancing down between his own legs, knowing he was stirring too.

'Fuck, Potter…don't take that out…don't you dare.' And with a sound like a plug being pulled from a drain Harry's fingers were out. 'Fuck you Potter…you fucking tease…you're going to hell for this…' he swore breathing heavily, his hips jerking forward, wanting more.

'Naughty boy, Draco.' Harry teased, sounding like he was reprimanding a small boy, 'Don't count your snitches,' and he inserted his wand blunt-side up into Draco's prepared hole expertly, 'before you catch them-'

'-Harry you dirty little…ohhhh Merlin!' he gasped as Harry's wand vibrated on its own, plunging in and out of him, with amazing force, lubricating itself.

'Sweet trick, don't you think?' Harry taunted him.

'Suck my cock, you bitch.' Draco gasped harshly. Harry grinned, how selective and creative. But he decided to keep his words to himself, knowing Draco would probably grab his head and pound into him if he spoke.

'Your wish is my command, sweetheart,' Harry sang, knowing that the endearment vexed Draco no end. He opened his mouth taking Draco's cock in one go. He bit back tears as he gagged slightly. He licked and laved at the stiff, hot shaft in his mouth and fondled Draco's balls, cupping and squeezing them.

Above him Draco was breathing nonsensical things, gripping the wall tiles so hard, they nearly came off in his hands. He bucked slightly as Harry took him out of his mouth. He slid his mouth over it again, and pulled out in fluid movements setting a rhythm. Draco ground forward, hips thrusting into him, bucking as he settled in the rhythm too, wanting more. Harry pressed his lips close around Draco's cock as he pulled out, creating a delightful pressure.

'Oh you dirty bastard, Potter!' he moaned, pleasing Harry no end.

Suddenly it was over. Draco was calling Harry's name as he came, spilling straight into Harry's mouth. He shuddered the entire length of his body before Harry slipped his slowly softening penis from his mouth. Draco, exhausted and sated, sank to his knees, resting against Harry, his knees over Harry's. Harry embraced him, enjoying the way Draco melted into him.

He went rigid again, 'Oh gods…fuck Potter…get your wand out of my arse.' He said between gritted teeth, his voice muffled by Harry's shirt. Harry grinned obliging. He muttered a spell and the wand stopped its ministrations falling out. Draco relaxed again, burying his face further into Harry's chest. Draco bit down slightly into Harry's chest through his shirt. This was good. Then the bathroom door swung open.

Disclaimer: I own only the smut and the dirty things the characters do. The characters belong to Jo Rowling.

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