The corridor was pretty empty as Hermione sped through the archway into the Divination stairwell. She tripped up the first step and caught her book as it nearly fell out in front of her. "Shit," she thought.
Hermione's week hadn't been great. Between having to "complete" a piece of divination homework she thought was bogus, to Ron asking her for help with the exact same assignment (the day after he told her to "fuck off" when she tried to help him get it started) she had plain had enough. Thankfully she only had that class, and then it was to the prefects' bathroom to soak.
She quickly walked up the stairs, eyes to the ground, picturing the warm steam and the feeling of hot water surrounding her. Hermione tripped again, this time losing her balance worse than before, dropping the book again and accidentally knocking into someone coming down the stairs. She quickly looked up, apologizing as she did, "Oh gods, I'm sorry. I've just had such a bad day..." her voice trailed off as she made eye contact with Draco Malfoy.
Of fucking course he happened to be the one person she tripped into. "Oh fuck me." she groaned, exasperated. "Fuck you is right." he replied with eyebrows raised, "I do not give a damn that you had a bad day. Don't walk into me." His silvery eyes felt chilling as he maintained eye contact. Hermione felt his stare drill into her eyes. She cleared her throat and bent to grab the book. As she righted herself she looked back at his face and caught him looking at her arse. She blushed and he quickly moved his gaze higher, stopping at her chest on the way to her face. His eyes lingered on her lips and gods help her if that didn't make her feel a little wet.
It had been a while since she had felt wanted, and now she didn't just feel wanted, she felt needed. Ron had broken up with her back at the beginning of 7th year, citing her "vanilla tastes" and his "not wanting to spend the rest of life with someone who doesn't do anything fun." Hermione had hooked up with two other people since then, and had no intention of pursuing anything with either of them. And she certainly hadn't entertained the idea of pursing something with Draco Malfoy of all people. Did she fantasize about him a little? See him in the halls and glance below his belt? Watch as he laughed with his friends in the dinning hall? Sure, but who didn't? The boy looked good, and he knew it too.
He especially looked good now, in a dark spiral stairway, one hand on the banister and one hand holding his book, strategically moving it from his hip to in-front of his waist. Hermione watched the movement and snapped her eyes back up to his.
No, that couldn't be. She hardly guessed Malfoy could think of her like that. But then, if she thought again, she seemed to always see him on her way to Divination. Either in the stairway or in the classroom when he stayed behind to talk to Professor Trelawney. And there was no way his bright mind found conversation with TrelHe did always seem to watch her movements a little closer than necessary, but she had always assumed it was out of disgust rather than what appeared to now be lust.
"You're already late," he said, looking from her eyes to her lips again.
"I'm already late," Hermione answered as she gripped the opposite wall's banister, feeling her knuckles scrape against the stone as she did so. Draco took his hand off the banister and moved it to her waist, giving her a second to push it off and run. But she stayed, and he leaned forward into her ear and whispered, "Might as well have a good reason." Hermione let out a little moan and heard their books hit the floor as his mouth crashed into hers. His hands were on her then, on her waist, on her arse, pulling her higher and closer to him. She moaned into his mouth and felt years of sexual tension summiting into the sexiest thing she'd ever done. Her hands were on his chest and clinging to the banister for dear life. His tongue flickered in and out and seemed to act as a valve for her moans. He pushed himself deeper into her mouth, and she reciprocated, moving her body in time with his.
"You could take me right here," she said, panting. His eyes gleamed as he looked her up and down and he nodded, "I'm going to take you right here." Hermione moaned louder at how possessive he sounded. She moved her hands to the zipper of his robe and pulled down, hard. He followed suit. She pulled him closer and grinded their hips together again. Draco moved his hands inside her robe, pushing on her waist until she was held up against the wall. He gripped her hard and kissed her harder. She moaned again and moved her hands from his hips to the zipper on his pants. And again, she pulled down, hard. Her hand moved up and down the front of his underwear, "Oh fuck Draco you're so hard..." she groaned. She pulled him out of his underwear and looked down. Hermione's mouth hung open, greedy to have him inside her.
Draco took one of his hands off her waist and lifted her skirt, using the same hand to spread her legs. His hand creeped closer to her drenched pussy and a finger pet her over her underwear. "Fuckkkk me Hermione you're so wet for me," Draco rushed out, "Do you ever touch yourself? Play with yourself?" His finger skimmed over her underwear again. "Feel how good you feel?" He added another finger to the skimming "Learn how wet you can get?" Hermione shuttered. "Do you want me to touch you?" His fingers pushed her underwear aside. "Play with you?" He wiggled his fingers around and over her clit "Make you feel good?" She started panting and moaning again "Find out how wet this cunt can get?"
His fingers dipped into her pool of wet and pulled toward her clit, flicking up and down while so rubbing a figure eight into her pussy flesh. Hermione's gasps got louder and she said, "Oh yes finger fuck me please.. oh fuck yes, fuck yesss... mmmhmm yes daddy fuck meeeee," and she quickly opened her eyes and blushed, embarrassed to have called him "daddy". But instead of the weird stare she expected, he just looked into her eyes and said "You are the fucking hottest witch I have ever seen, felt, or heard."