Draco Malfoy woke up just as Charms was ending, "Don't forget to read the introduction and the first chapter of your textbook for next week!" Professor Flitwick called as he hopped down off his podium.
"Ugh," Draco said to Crabbe, "How long was I out for?"
Crabbe shrugged, "Dunno. Pretty much all of it."
Draco took a deep breath and rubbed his eyes, "Did I miss anything important?"
"You mean besides from Granger being a know-it-all and a three hour lecture on the history of charming theory?" This came from Goyle, "No, you didn't miss anything."
"Good," Draco said as he nodded a lot, unsure if for any reason other than being tired. "I think I'm gonna go back to bed, catch up on some sleep." He could barely talk without losing all his energy.
"What about lunch?" Crabbe said, cocking his head to the side.
"I think I still have some of the turkey that Mum gave me to bring up. Anyway, you guys go ahead, I'm wiped. I'll meet you at Potions."
Crabbe and Goyle headed down to the Great Hall, while Draco took the adjacent staircase that led down to the basement. He was nearly falling over himself, unable to keep his eyes fully open and walk at the same time, whyamIsodamntired, he thought to himself as he stumbled downstairs.
Finally reaching the seventh year dorms (so much nicer than sixth year - Draco had considered complaining to his father), the boy stripped down to his underwear and a white undershirt, and collapsed in bed. It was not long after his head landed on that soft goose-feather pillow that Draco fell into a dream-filled sleep.
Draco opened his eyes to find himself in the Gryffindor common room. Or rather, what he thought was he Gryffindor common room - he would never dare set foot in that pestilence-ridden, flea-bitten excuse for a dormitory. Everything was red and gold: the walls, the chairs, the tables. What a disgusting excuse for a common room.
"Hey!" A voice says to his right; Draco turns to find Hermione Granger. "Don't talk about Gryffindor that way!"
Whatever, stupid Granger, ofcourse she would be here.
She glared unfalteringly. "Yeah, I live here you arse."
Draco stared at Granger, and, for the first time, took a proper look at her. She wore a red tank top with the word "GRYFFINDOR" across the front in gold lettering and black leggings that hugged her body in all the right places. Her hair was pulled back, showing off her slender, long neck and her very defined clavicle.
Hermione squinted her eyes at Draco. "What are you staring at?"
Draco blinked quickly and averted his eyes to stare at the enormous fireplace on the right side of the room. Merlin, could the Gryffindors have gotten any more crazy with the fire, blazing, courage thing?
Hermione breathed out in an annoyed huff. "Malfoy, if you're going to be an arse, why don't you just go back and do it in your own common room?"
Before Draco could say or do anything about it, he was over next to Hermione, arms wrapped around her body, lips pressed firmly onto hers. The kiss began roughly, just lips smashed on top of each other. Hermione quickly broke off and sputtered, "Malfoy, what the-?" But Draco kissed her again, softer this time, silencing her protests with his mouth. He moved with the kiss, gentle prying her mouth open with his tongue. After a few seconds, she began to respond. Moving with him, slipping her tongue into his mouth - it was all quite odd for Draco, butitfeltsogood. He moved a hand up to the back of her head and pushed their faces closer together, wanting more, wanting to feel more. Her hands moved around every few seconds - from his back to his arms to his neck - trying to find the right spot. Then, just as her hands were beginning to creep up under his t-shirt...
Draco woke up with a start. His entire body was covered in sweat, a quick check with one hand confirmed that he was hard, and he could not catch his breath.
It was 11:45; he had only slept for ten minutes, but he was wide awake.
Granger? Draco thought to himself as he tried to remember what he had just been dreaming. Something...somethingaboutleggings,hair,herclavicl-OhmyMerlin. Everything flew back into his head. The common room, the kissing, the hair - howcouldGranger'snastymanebesosoft?-everything that had happened should have made Draco disgusted. Grangerisgross;sheisasmart-arsewhodoesn'tdeservetogotoaplacelikeHogwarts.
But then he thought of her smile, and the way her lips felt on his, "How could it have been so real?" Draco murmured to himself. Then he looked down at his underwear, No, he told himself, notrightatall. But it was starting to put a strain on his balls, so he grabbed his copy of SultrySorceressfrom under his bed and removed his underwear.
Teasing his head at first so that he could open to the right page, Draco quickly found his favorite model - Wanda Lyttle. He watched her spread her legs apart, inserting a finger into herself, and twisted just below the head - he let out a little moan of pleasure.
She winked at him from the picture, and Draco picked up speed. Moving his hand up and down, he watched Wanda put more fingers inside herself - Merlin, why don't magazines have sound? Imagining the way she was gasping out in pleasure, Draco felt himself coming closer and closer to an orgasm. He accelerated even more.
He was on the brink of coming, simulating the sex he so clearly desired, when Hermione's face came into his brain. Those buck teeth, the bushy hair, and...those perfect, soft lips.
He came spectacularly, gasping out, imagining Hermione's face in front of him, swallowing his cum and licking it clean - his softening penis nearly got hard again.
As he breathed heavily, lying on his bed, smiling like a fool, he thought of that kiss - it was only a dream, but Merlin it felt real. Whatwoulditbeliketoactually kissGranger, Draco wondered. This thought, along with many others, drifted Draco into a peaceful, satisfied sleep.