AN: Wow. I never expected so quickly a following of this story. Thanks for all the alerts and favorites. Much appreciated.
Draco stared up at the ceiling. He'd noticed the changes in Granger for awhile now. It had been small things at first. Her skirt had gotten shorter by a half inch, her tie was looser, and her hair was pinned back from her face, making her seem more carefree. Then, he'd started noticing other things during the past few weeks. She spent less time in the library and he'd actually seen her flirting with some of the Gryffindor Quidditch players when he walked by the stadium during their practices. What had really stood out, though, had been just a few hours ago in their Common Room.
Draco had been studying the chapter for next weeks class, wanting to get ahead. Granger had just flounced right in, smiled at him in her usual manner, but, what hadn't been her usual manner, was shucking her school robe onto the couch, pulling her tie loose, and unbuttoning the top two buttons on her shirt to show a flash of her chest. The couple weeks before, Granger would smile, neatly fold her school robes, and sit down to do homework. That action, though, had startled Draco and proved that something was up.
His curiosity had reached the breaking point when he'd heard cries of pleasure coming from Granger's room. At first, he'd thought she had someone in there, but didn't remember anyone coming through the portrait. He'd been really surprised to find her alone when she'd opened the door. She hadn't even so much as blushed when she'd seen him. Or when he'd barged into her shower to get questions answered. Reflecting now, it had been rash, but her lack of reaction had been what caught him. Nothing. No shame or embarrassment.
Draco rubbed his eyes and an image of Granger's naked body sprang into his mind's eye. He remembered her perky high breasts, her hard nipples, and the smooth curve of her toned stomach as it dipped to between her thighs. Not to mention her ass. Draco looked at his hand. The one that Granger had placed between her legs, asking him to please her. He'd enjoyed the feel, to be honest. She'd felt swollen and wet with arousal. He would have gladly given her more than enough pleasure, but he didn't like being used.
He chuckled to himself as his mind thought over the entire situation. Hermione having sex with a woman. God, he wished he'd been there. Girl-on-girl action could be sexy as hell. Especially if she'd looked like she did now. He had to wonder how much of her body and personality was the real Granger, and how much was the new succubus Granger. On the bright side, at least she wasn't a prude anymore.
There was a cry coming from Granger's room. Draco opened his eyes and looked at his door. Who knew Granger would be so loud? And that was just from self pleasing. What would she be like if someone else were to please her? Draco heard another cry from her room and felt himself grow hard. He groaned. Really? He was getting hard off the moans of a muggle-born? Then again, it had been a while since his last shag or had any kind of release. And he had a lot of pressure from Quidditch and lessons.
He sat up and ran a hand through his hair as there was another moan, louder this time. He couldn't take it anymore. Draco didn't care if she was a muggle-born, she sounded too damn sexy and it was turning him on. He threw his legs over the bed and padded over to her room. He stopped in front of her door and knocked.
"It's open," Granger's voice said on the other end. She sounded breathless.
Draco turned the knob and walked in. Granger was laying on the bed, her hair spread around her and her face flushed. Draco looked over her body. One of her hands was cupping her breast while the other rested between her generously spread legs. She turned her head to look at him. "You let anyone in when you're like this?" Draco said, closing the door behind him.
Granger moaned. "You're the only one here," she said. She smiled at him. "Reconsidered, did you?" she asked.
Draco nodded. "Only because you're so damn loud and it's keeping me awake," he said.
Granger moved her hands away from her body, slowly sliding them over her body, and said, "Then why don't you come over here and then you can get all the sleep you want?"
Draco walked over to the bed and stared down at her. Her legs were still parted and he could see the juices of her arousal still on her thighs from where she had touched herself. Her nipples were hard and were peaked, as if waiting for his mouth. Draco reached out and slid his hand from her knee down her thigh as he knelt between her thighs. She smiled up at him and he felt his mouth go dry.
He moved his hand to her hip and bent down. Draco trailed his lips down her neck and to her breasts. His mouth and fingers feathered across her skin. Granger sighed and wove her hands into his hair. Draco dragged his tongue across her neck. Granger mewed and pushed on the back of his head. Draco smiled and slid his hand to her inner thigh. Her skin was surprisingly smooth under his palm. Draco bit down on Granger's skin, drawing out a gasp from her.
"Draco," she breathed. Oh, that sounded good. He liked a breathless Granger.
Draco smirked and pressed his palm against her center. She arched her back slightly at the contact. He looked up and saw her mouth fall open. He used the heel of his palm and rubbed against her. She moaned, pushing her hips forward. "Very responsive, aren't you, Granger?" he said, smirking again as he held himself above her. She looked up at him and he could see the lust in her eyes. "Your eyes are red," Draco said.
Granger nodded. "I know," she said. "It means I'm turned on and hungry." She moaned again as he thrust his hand against her. "God, you're good at that," she said.
Draco chuckled. "I'm only warming up, Granger," he said. He shifted his hand and did something with his fingers that should be considered illegal. Granger cried out, arching her back off the bed and tightening her thighs around Draco's hand. He bit back a moan as he felt her inner muscles clamping around his fingers. "Shit, Granger," Draco said, his voice tensing slightly. "You're so fucking tight."
"Draco," she gasped.
"Granger?" he asked with a smirk.
"Stop talking and move your fingers," she ordered.
Draco nipped at the swell of her breast, feeling the muscles jump slightly against his lips. "Demanding, aren't you?" he said huskily. He withdrew his hand and thrust again. Granger gasped and moaned. Draco grew harder as she moaned some more. His cock tented in his pajama pants, wanting to be free. It wanted to sink into her; to feel her clamp around it and to hear her moan as it sent her over the edge.
He leaned forward, brushing his pajama clad cock against her center as he thrust faster with his hand. He rotated his wrist, driving hard into her. Granger cried out, thrusting her hips against him. "Draco!" she yelled, raking her nails across his chest. Draco roared as he felt Granger climax under him. Her inner muscles tightened, pulling at his fingers. He almost came then and there, her climax was so intense.
Granger tensed, then went limp. Her eyelids dropped and her breathing came in short bursts. Draco stared at her, watching her skin grow flush. He was still hard and wanted release, but he couldn't look away from her face. Slowly, she opened her eyes. They were back to their normal brown color, though there was a glint of satisfaction. She smiled and looked down at his chest. "Sorry," she said, her voice slightly hoarse.
Draco looked down and saw red marks on his chest, protruding downward. They weren't deep. He shook his head. "No problem," he said, too worked up to try and say a comeback. He moved from above her, intending to slide off the bed.
Granger sat up and reached out, stopping him with a hand over the red marks. Draco stared at him. "I should make it up to you," she said. Before he could ask what she meant, her hands grabbed his pajama bottoms and pulled them down.
"What the hell, Granger," Draco said, trying to move back, but it only succeeded in pulling his pants down further.
She leaned down and hovered over his cock with a smirk. "I'm returning the favor," she said before pulling him into her mouth.
Draco groaned as her lips and tongue teased his member. Her hand found his base and squeezed. He hissed. "Where did you learn this, Granger?" he asked, his fingers fisting in her hair. Of course, she didn't answer verbally. Instead, she pulled him deeper into her throat, licking the underside and swallowing around him. Draco groaned and watched her. It was almost unbelievable. If he hadn't been experiencing it, he would never have believed Hermione Granger could give blow jobs. And she was excellent at it, too. Her mouth teased him, building the pressure. She increased her pressure on him in all the right places and he groaned.
"You continue like that, and I'm going to explode, Granger," he said, groaning when she sucked again. She chuckled and the vibrations contracted her throat around him. Draco fisted both of his hands in her hair, pulling her closer. His eyes rolled back and he climaxed in her mouth. He released her, giving her a chance to pull back, but Granger surprised him by swallowing every drop of his ejaculation.
Once he was spent, she pulled back after licking the tip clean. Granger sat up, a smile on her face. "Glad you enjoyed it, Malfoy," she said.
He raised an eyebrow. "What happened to 'Draco'," he asked.
Granger chuckled. "That ended with my climax," she said, getting off the bed. She put her feet on the floor and stood. Immediately, she fell back onto the mattress.
Draco smirked. "Can't stand?" he asked, looking over her sweat covered body.
She looked at him and smiled. "You're good," she said. Granger laid back on the mattress. Stretching her arms above her head with a satisfied smile, she added, "You're hired."
Draco raised an eyebrow. "I get paid for this? What am I? A call boy?" What was he doing? Was he actually joking around with Granger right after what they'd just done?
Granger laughed. "I don't think I could ever afford you," she said. "You're too skilled for my budget."
"Know this from experience, do you?" Draco said. He pulled his pajama pants up and tied them. His hand shook slightly. Damn. He'd never had this effect before.
Granger sat up and grabbed a long shirt. She pulled it on and fluffed her hair out of her collar. "Yeah," she said. She saw his surprised look and snorted. "Self pleasing only goes so far, Malfoy. I bought a call girl or two during my more...hungry...time periods."
Draco smiled. "Again with the women?" he said.
Granger shrugged. "I can't have a man or I'd be connected to him for the rest of my life. Or his, whichever comes first," she said. She shook her head. "Women are my loophole. They please me, I get my food source, and they get paid. It's a win-win." Granger sighed in frustration. "Unfortunately, I'm at school, now. No call girls and I can't have others finding out what I am or all hell would break loose." She turned to him. "Want to be my source? It's not like you didn't enjoy it."
Draco stared at her. She was right. He had enjoyed it immensely. It wouldn't be terrible, anyway. He'd get release and she would get a meal. No strings attached. It was a good deal. Any guy would take it. And Draco was any guy.
He met her gaze and said, "Alright. But buy some sexy sleep wear. Long t shirts are not sexy."
"Oh, I don't know." Granger stood, her legs still shaking slightly, and stretched her arms up. The shirt rose slightly, showing off more of her legs and the curve of her ass. Draco's eyes were drawn to her legs. "I can make them work," Granger said, smiling seductively.
Draco looked up at her. "It's the succubus in you," he said. "You're using it against me."
She smiled. "Whatever works to get you in bed, Malfoy. And you might just learn a thing or two."
"Me?" Draco said. "I'm the Slytherin Sex God."
"And you still have so much to learn," Granger said. She leaned over and kissed his cheek. Her lips were surprisingly soft.
AN: So? Steamy enough for you? I'm starting to like this sexy Hermione. She's fun to write. I had to repost this chapter because the first time was too explicit.