Author's Note: Yes, I know that this update took much longer than the other one. I expect that my progress will be slower now because (clearly) I'm posting chapter 3 but only have part of ch. 4 written… sorry guys, but thank you for your support! Again, taking ship ideas. Planning a Snilly fanfic maybe….. Now, yes, it's the lemon everyone's been waiting for! Enjoy, my wonderful reader!
Disclaimer: The wonderful world of Harry Potter does not belong to me; it is J.K. Rowling's. The characters, franchise, and such belong to her; the events I am writing are mine. (Yes, this applies to my previous chapters as well.)
(Previously: And then his hands ghosted across her hips before latching on and pulling her back demandingly to press flush against his body.)
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Hermione gasped loudly, uncontrollably, his touch sending fire through her body. Her hands jumped to his wrists, clutching at them desperately as she tried to turn around and face him, wrench away from his deliciously intoxicating warmth. But the stronger boy—and damn was he strong—shoved her against the wall, firmly pinning her between his lean, muscular body and the castle's grey stone wall. A groan rang through Hermione's body at his rough treatment, his strong fingers digging in, his husky voice as he softly growled, "you're such a fucking slut." Without warning, he turned her around in one smooth motion, slamming her against the wall a little too hard. A curse of pain escaped the brunette's lips as her head smacked against the stone.
"Agh!" She gasped before hissing in pain. "Shit." Malfoy smirked down at her and pulled his hands off her hips, her hands going up with his. The next thing the Gryffindor knew, her hands were pinned to the wall above her head by one of Malfoy's hands, and the other hand was sliding down her side teasingly. Her small hands were pulled so high that her back was arched, pressing her body further against the Slytherin's; she could feel the flat planes of his body against her heaving breasts. The intelligent part of Hermione's brain registered how calm and collected the boy seemed, and his earlier words about the pills came back. Her realization must have registered clearly on her face because the next moment, the pale, blonde boy was laughing coldly.
"Oh, yes, you stupid mudblood, I saw you slip those pills into my drink. You didn't think I would actually fall for something so simple, did you?" He sneered gleefully, looming over her. A spark of anger washed through Hermione, and she grit her teeth, trying to fight her way out of her lustfulness. "Oh no you don't" he commanded, grinding his hips against Hermione's earning him a low moan. Hermione threw her head back as the boy's hand slid across the smooth plane of her stomach, teasing her through her shirt.
Finally, she gave in to her lust, her body reacting shamelessly to the Slytherin's every touch. This was what she'd wanted, after all. Hermione realized he must have seen the change, felt how her arms relaxed because he finally slid his hand under her shirt, tickling her stomach with his warm fingers. This time, a louder groan spilled out of her pink lips. Sliding his hand to the side, he gripped her bare hip- hard- and the girl pressed into him, begging for more.
Suddenly, Malfoy pulled away, wrenching his wonderful, perfect, fucking teasing hands away. Hermione slumped back against the wall, struggling to regain her sense of how to stand on her own. She saw the blonde with his wand out, muttering spells. The Gryffindor blinked, and he was back in front of her, his face looming over her petite form again.
"Now, no one will hear or disturb us," he sneered, his voice echoing right down to Hermione's dripping core. Her breath quickened, and the boy laughed a cold, promising laugh. "Now, let's find out how much of a little cock slut you are, Granger," he said huskily before slamming his body against Hermione's, hands latching onto her hips and soft lips claiming hers. She lost herself, her sense of everything, in his lips, his demanding touch. His tongue didn't probe for entry; no, he commanded it.
And Hermione let him.
His tongue, soft and slick, dove into her hot mouth, sliding against the inside of her lips, tracing her teeth and wrapping around her tongue. She gave in, responding to his touches, letting her tongue and lips dance against his. Somewhere along the way, the blonde had lost his Slytherin robe, and Hermione fiercely gripped his exposed biceps, pulling her body flush against his as Malfoy's hands slowly pulled her shirt off. Pulling away from his delicious lips, she gasped for air and raised her arms. In one experienced swoop, the boy had her shirt off and discarded behind him.
Hermione leaned up to him, sliding one hand into his silky hair, gently fisting it and pulling his lips down to hers. His hands slid up her back, causing shivers to erupt across her skin. She let out a soft whimper against his lips, and he smirked before claiming dominance again. Suddenly, Draco curled his fingers, nails digging in, and dragged his hands down her back harshly, leaving red marks from shoulders to hips. Unable to keep quiet, Hermione threw her head back, groaning loudly as hot pain and pleasure spiked across her back.
"So, she likes it rough, does she," he smirked before biting down on her bottom lip and scratching down her back again- harder. Hermione gasped louder, her nails digging into his toned arms and juices soaking her panties, moistening her thighs. Draco placed his hand atop the brunette's head and pushed, urging her to her knees.
"Suck," he ordered, pulling her bun out and fisting her hair. For a moment, Hermione stared dumbly at the large bulge in front of her face until the boy pushed her forward, running her cheek against the silk of his black trousers. "I told you to suck, my little slut," he said again, pulling Hermione's hair to get her moving. Hooking her fingers in the elastic waistband, she slowly pulled them down.
Underneath, he had the wizarding world's version of silver briefs. Hermione smirked at the darkened patch closest to her face. The grip on her hair tightened, and she bit her lip purposefully, pulling on it with her teeth as she raised her eyes to Draco's seductively. Reaching up a hand, she first cupped the impressive length and then squeezed it.
Draco hissed, her grip tightening unconsciously. Slowly, she teasingly slid her hand up his clothed shaft, purposefully avoiding the head until the boy growled. Looking up again lewdly, Hermione's brown eyes collided with dark, lust-filled grey eyes. His cheeks were beginning to flush, the slightest sheen of sweat touching his hairline. The Slytherin pushed his hips into her hand, telling the girl to move faster. She felt more wetness seep past her soaked panties to slide down her thighs. She pulled down his briefs and gripped his bare length before beginning to pump, rubbing her thumb across the head each time. Soon, her thumb was slick with his precum, but she wanted to taste him. Hermione removed her hand, and Draco opened his eyes to stare down at the girl. Giving him a show, she pushed her thumb into her mouth, tasting the salty substance and raising her eyes to his. Hermione though she heard a soft moan and scooched a little closer, her knees pressing into the carpet.
Reaching a hand up, she gently fondled his balls. Draco hissed though clenched teeth, breath noticeably picking up. Slowly, she squeezed them and leaned forward; looking up at his face through her lashes, she pressed her tongue flat against the base of his cock, slowly sliding up along the thick vein underneath. The boy thrust forward slightly; Hermione braced her other hand on his hip, holding the Slytherin still. Her hand slid from his balls and grasped the base of his cock, her tongue flicking the head and collecting a small bead of the boy's precum. She licked her lips lasciviciously, loving the way Draco let out a soft, moaning exhale.
Leaning forward, hand still gripping the base, she gently took the head into her mouth, sucking hard immediately. Hermione was rewarded by a sharp hiss followed by an unrestrained groan as Draco's hips jerked forward, trying to slip farther into the slick warmth of her mouth. She pulled her mouth off of him with a loud pop, smirking at his flushed face. She took him in again, relaxing her jaw to take his thickness. She ran her tongue around him, smirking around his length. When he hit the back of her throat, she pulled back and did it again, speeding up each time she went down. Soon, he was thrusting in time with her, making the girl gag as his head hit the back of her throat. Her hand pumped the part of his shaft her mouth couldn't reach. Finally, Hermione pulled her head back, a wet sounding pop echoing in their little protected bubble, a strand of spit arching from the head to her lower lip.
She took in deep, gasping breaths as she slowly stroked the boy's long cock. The blissful, somehow arrogant face looking down at her told her not to stop, so she took the pink head back into her mouth, sinking down again. This time, when he hit the back of her throat, she relaxed, fighting down her gag reflex until her nose was touching his stomach, pink curls tickling her skin. Looking up at him, she swallowed, loving his deep, throaty groan. Hermione hummed around his length before sliding back up and off of him. Panting, Draco stared down at her, eyes nearly black with lust. Seeming to understand her question, he nodded, and Hermione took him back in her hot mouth to swirl her tongue around his leaking head, swiping up the salty precum.
Without warning, the boy took control, fiercely pulling her hair to hold her head in place as he began to pound into her hot mouth, making her gag. His breaths turned to loud pants. Hermione relaxed her jaw and throat, letting the attractive boy fuck her mouth, but she still choked on his cock, her gags building up spit until it began dripping from the corners of her lips and sliding down her chin to join her arousal on the library's carpet. Grunting and groaning, he continued his pounding pace, fucking her hot, talented mouth as she willingly let him, brown eyes staring up at him, reflecting his lust, a hot flush covering her face. Speeding up, Draco threw his head back to moan in ecstasy, knotting the Gryffindor's curly hair in his fingers.
"Fuck. Hot-bloody, fuck, yes. Yes, fuuuck," he groaned, his words sending warmth straight to Hermione's dripping core. Choking and gagging, she fought to get air past the hot, twitching cock sliding in and out of her mouth. Suddenly, the Slytherin came hard, shoving his cock into her mouth as hot, sticky, salty spurts of cum spilled into Hermione's mouth.
Swallowing his load, she took deep, gasping inhales through her nose as Draco relaxed his deliciously harsh grip on her hair he pulled out of her lips with a contented sigh. A small dribble of his cum slipped out of her mouth, and the girl licked it up, ignoring her spit-slicked chin. Smirking up at the blonde, she grinned at his flushed, sweaty face triumphantly.
"Fuck, Granger," he growled lowly, and she felt more of her arousal slide down her thighs. "Where in the bloody hell did you learn to do that?" Ignoring his question and feeling more confident, Hermione rose from her aching knees to stare into that captivating, flushed face before taking his flaccid cock in her right hand and pumping him until he was hard and definitely aroused again.
"Shirt. Off." Draco smirked a bit breathlessly at her firm tone but dutifully stripped off the green cloth, revealing a pale, toned torso with slight blonde hair decorating his chest and revealing hardened, pink nipples. She reached for him, but the boy pushed her back, hands snaking around to expertly unclasp the bra and slide it off, exposing her sizeable breasts. Tossing the black fabric to the floor to join the growing pile, he pinched her hard, pink nipples in his fingers, tugging gently to elicit a moan from the brunette before rolling the buds. Draco gently pressed her against the wall and leaned down to take one of her nipples into his mouth, ministrating the other with his fingers and loving the whimpers and gasps his actions earned him. Hermione grasped his strong shoulders with her hands, pressing herself closer to his warmth and intoxicating tongue.
A shudder ran down Hermione's back and a high pitched gasp tore its way out of her throat as the blonde's spare fingers traced feather-light teasing touches across her exposed stomach. Suddenly, she felt a sharp sting as the boy nipped her sensitive skin- damn, that mouth- and she couldn't help as her body jerked in response, her hips pressing closer and brushing against the boy's very hard erection. In response to his roughness, she dug her nails into his back harshly, scratching down his shoulders. Hermione felt the boy's growl against her nipple, yet he began trailing kisses and light nips up her chest, nipping harder on her sensitive collarbone and earning him another gasp and body arch. Hermione noted how his back muscles tightened each time her hips pushed forward, so she did it again, purposefully grinding against his obvious bulge. She heard a slight noise catch in his throat; she did it again. The next thing she knew, the cold stone was seeping into her skin as she was pressed against the wall as Draco began attacking her neck fiercely. Arching into the boy's experienced touch shamelessly as his hands gripped the bare skin of her hips, she pressed her chest against his, loving the way his breath caught at the warm sensation, the hot, delicious feeling of her luscious breasts against his toned chest.
Gripping his defined, muscled biceps as leverage Hermione swung her legs up to wrap around the Slytherin's waist. Draco growled and sucked harder- bloody hell- and possessively tugged her hips closer, grinding his erection against the fucking tease. Hermione felt his hot breath ghosting against her ear before he nipped her earlobe and then softly kissed and sucked the super sensitive skin behind her ear. The oversensitized sensation drove her mad, wetness pooling between her legs, and no doubt felt by the boy she was wrapped around. She could feel Draco sucking harder, no doubt leaving a mark, but she squeezed his arms harder, arching and straining into his intoxicating touch, soft uncontrollable whimpering sounds slipping through her swollen lips.
His now gentle, similarly swollen lips touched her jawline, murmuring filthy things against her skin and further arousing the Gryffindor. Hermione moved her face away from his touch only to lean down and claim his lips demandingly. Thus began a battle for dominance as her tongue dove against the Slytherin's lips and traced his white teeth, only to be fought back by the boy's talented tongue wrapped around hers and invading her mouth. The struggle for control intensified, spit slicking their lips.
Draco's fingers were kneading the girl's hips, squeezing hard, and bruising her soft skin, pulling her closer- if that was even possible. She was pushing into his every addictive touch, loving the friction it provided and the relief to her arousal that came with it. Rolling her hips, Hermione moved her wet core to grind against the boy's straining cock. Draco let out a sharp hiss that quickly manifested into a growl and then a groan as the girl pushed down harder. He pulled his face away from her neck to stare breathlessly at her pink, flushed, panting face.
"Holy fuck, Granger," he panted before detaching his hands from where they had been squeezing her plump ass, massaging the round flesh.
And just like that, enough was enough.
Hermione detached herself from the boy, and before he could react, yanked both sets of trousers off of the boy to pool at his feet. Her body burned for more, for her insatiable hunger to be fed. Dutifully, he stepped out of the fabric, but he wasn't about to let the mudblood broad take control.
"If you want any prepping, then you'll have to do it yourself like the little slut you are," Draco sneered, leaning back against the nearest bookshelf and fisting his weeping cock. The Gryffindor nodded, stepping back towards the library table and hooking her thumbs in the waistband of her skirt and her useless, soaked panties underneath. Swinging her hips from side to side seductively with a mischievous grin, Hermione slowly slid he cotton down her long legs, stopping to wiggle her ripe ass in the air once the clothing reached her ankles.
Findings the table behind her, the brunette hopped up, propping one foot up on the table to spread her legs. Sliding one hand down her stomach, Hermione threw caution to the wind and let her fingers slide over her sticky, wet folds. Immediately coated in the clear substance, she circled her clit a few times, throwing her head back to moan throatily. In desperate need of relief, she pushed two fingers into her hot, slick cavern.
In and out, in and out she pumped them, curling her fingers to brush against her prostate and gasp and groan in ecstasy. Opening her eyes and staring though thick lashes at the Slytherin, Hermione watched his right hand fisting his hot, long cock, hand sliding up and thumb sweeping the bead of precum off of the head before pulling back down and pumping up again.
Brown eyes met grey as Hermione pushed herself closer to that delicious edge, that tightening in her groin. Pumping her fingers faster, harder, Hermione plunged her fingers in, breaths growing steadily more ragged and the boy's face sweatier as he watched the spectacle. Closer, closer, closer loomed that cliff edge, that tightening in her groin. Pumping faster, harder, Hermione plunged her fingers in breaths loud, uncontrollable gasps. Finally, there it was, and a loud scream ripped out of her mouth as hot white pleasure exploded in her pelvis as the Gryffindor came hard, juices spilling onto her hand and the table.
"Fuck…..shit….oh, fuck," she gasped in pants as she came down from the orgasmic high. Seeing the pale blonde still watching her, Hermione lifted her glistening fingers into her mouth and slipped the between her swollen lips, tasting the sweet and salty mixture.
She heard his breath catch as he muttered, "oh, shit." Hermione smiled and hopped off the table to saunter towards him and wrap her hand around his weeping cock and pump twice.
"I need this cock in me, fucking me hard. Now," she whispered in Draco's ear. He growled in response and grabbed her ass, lifting her effortlessly and slamming into her without hesitation moving them against the cold, stone wall.
"Fuck!: Hermione screamed at the sudden intrusion, sudden stretching, sudden perfect filling.
Fuck, she's hot, Draco thought as he settled into her hot fucking tight pussy. Her fingers clawed savagely against his back as he pulled out and thrust in once- hard. "Mmmmm, oh shit," she moaned, throwing her head back, brown curls mussed sexily. Smirking, Draco set a tauntingly slow pace, making the girl push down and grind her hips against his, desperate for more friction.
"Something wrong, Granger?" Draco taunted, slowly sinking into her heat.
"Fuck-Malfoy- harder, please," She pleaded lowly, breasts heaving.
"Beg for it, my little Gryffindor slut," he answered, whispering, hot breath assaulting her sensitive ears.
"Go! Draco, fuck me. Hard, now, fast. Give me bloody fucking more!" She practically screamed her answer, straining and writhing, desperate for relief. Draco pulled out and then slammed back in hard, just like his slut asked.
He set a pounding pace, slamming into her with sharp hip thrusts. Draco smirked at the brunette writhing in his arm, desperate, holding onto him and gasping wantonly with every movement. Slamming hard into the Gryffindor, he reached up to fist a handful of hair and pull at the same time he rolled his hips. She tightened around him deliciously and groaned loudly, nails digging into his arms.
"Oh! Damn- fuck- Draco!" She panted, groaning out his first name in a way that left the Slytherin's cock twitching and pulsing. Not Malfoy, but Draco. Damn that sounded good coming from her lips. Growling, Draco set an even faster, even harder pace. He watched the girl near her climax, panting breaths getting louder and more high-pitched with every thrust.
"Yes, yes, please- fuck-yes, there," the brunette gasped, and he felt her walls beginning to tighten around him.
Draco leaned forward to bite the junction of her neck and shoulders, pinning her further against the wall. "Cum for me, now, Hermione," he whispered sexily, grinding his hips against her again, earning him a loud yelp.
"Fuck, yes, fuckfuckfuck, ohhhh," Hermione moaned loudly, practically yelling. One more thrust, and she was coming, screaming "Fuck, Draco", walls clenching around Draco's cock and nearly sending him over the edge. Pounding into her as her walls tightened and fluttered around his cock, he let her ride out her orgasm, stopping only when she limply collapsed against his chest.
"Fuck, Granger" Draco grit out as she looked up at him with tangled hair and flushed cheeks. Hermione loved the way his pale blonde hair clung to his sweaty forehead, the way his grey eyes were dark with unsated lust. Biting her lip purposefully, she rolled her hips against Draco's, watching his eyes widen as his cock pulsed inside her. She did it again, and he growled, actually animalistically growled.
The next thing Hermione knew, her back was on the library table, smushing and wrinkling parchment.
"Get on your knees," the Slytherin ordered, and she dutifully turned over, wriggling her hips teasingly. The boy's groan was the only warning she got before a hand came down on her ass. Hermione yelped and then groaned lowly as the stinging subsided, and she grew wetter.
"Oh, so my little Gryffin-whore likes that, does she," the boy smirked before slapping her other cheek, hearing another satisfactory groan following the smack of skin on skin.
"Oh, fuck yes, please," Hermione pleaded wantonly, dropping to her elbows and raising her plump ass more. In response, Draco slapped each cheek again, and again; she arched her back and thrust back against him, pushing to meet each smack. Suddenly, he was slamming his cock into her, the new angle setting her body on fire with pleasure.
"Ah!" She screamed and clamped down on the sudden intrusion. "Oh fu-" she started but broke off into another scream, nails scrabbling at the table, the papers, anything to hold on to as the boy fucked her mercilessly, thrusting his large cock into her. Hermione felt one of the Slytherin's hands leave her hips, and then her hair was being pulled brutally, back arching and letting the boy slam into her at a new, excruciatingly pleasurable way. Hermione pushed her hips back to meet each savage thrust, head staring back.
The blonde set a pounding pace, one hand ruthlessly pulling her hair back, the other alternating between gripping her hip, slapping her jiggling ass, and teasing her clit and nipples. Hermione panted uncontrollably, gasping and moaning at every bit of contact addicted to the fire spreading across her body, burning her alive. She let out a particularly loud, guttural moan as the blonde behind her gripped her hips firmly with both hands, slammed his wonderfully thick cock into her, and then ground his hips before slowly pulling out and repeating the action.
Hermione felt that tension building, a tightening in her core, and she began rolling her hips on every thrust, bringing herself closer to the edge.
"Fuck, fuck, fuck, oh YES," she groaned through clenched teeth, skin beginning to tingle.
"Yeah, that's right, cum all over this cock for me, you little Gryffindor slut," Draco whispered fiercely into her eat before harshly pulling her tangled hair.
"Oh, fuck, DRACO," Hermione screamed, scalding-hot pleasure flooding through the brunette and walls tightening around the cock that kept pounding into her, prolonging her orgasm. Her eyes rolled back into her head as her body shook with the power of her release.
"Bloody- oh- fuck , fuck," the brunette heard from behind her as she slowly came down from her orgasm before she felt Draco still behind her, breath cascading down onto her shoulders as his cock pulsed larger inside her and hot cum spurted out, filling her even more.
"Fuck me, Granger," came the barely audible mutter from behind Hermione. A little shudder ran down her back, and she smiled in spite of everything, suspecting that the proud blonde hadn't meant for her to hear.
Bam! Both sweaty 6th years jolted violently at the sudden noise and then froze. Hermione thought her heart was going to beat out of her chest as she heard someone moving around in the library.
"Madame Pince," she hissed to Draco, and he immediately pulled out and stood up, scrambling to get dressed before they got caught.
Hermione climbed off of the table and felt a trickle of warm liquid sliding down her leg.
"Robe up and grab your stuff. I'm not done with you yet, my little slut," Draco said quietly, already with robe fastened- though Hermione suspected there was nothing on underneath. The boy began frantically sorting the papers and books as the sound of movement got closer. Hermione scrambled to fasten her robe, stuffing her clothes into an interior pocket and fastening her tell-tale post-shagging hair with a ribbon before helping Draco. In record time, she had her bag stuffed haphazardly, and one Scourigify from her wand sufficiently cleared the evidence of their sex from the whole area.
Taking a deep breath to create composure, Hermione stepped out of their hidden row to intercept Madame Pince.
"Oh! Ms. Granger, you quite startled me! I didn't know there was anyone still in the library."
"I'm sorry to have frightened you. Mr. Malfoy and I were just finishing," she replied levelly, watching the Slytherin out of the corner of her eye as he removed his silencing charms. She gave the older woman a slight smile and calmly walked past, not daring to look back or wait until she was out of sight
The brunette moved outside the doorway, listening for the quiet swagger of the handsome Slytherin; she didn't have to wait long. He sashayed into view and quietly muttered, "Come with me, and act casual," without breaking his stride, knowing the Gryffindor would follow him. They walked in near silence, descending the stairs to the darkly-lit dungeon and the nearby Elite Dormitory. As they walked, Hermione kept mostly to the shadows, watching the sway of Draco's hips and shuddering as the fabric of her robe rubbed against her exposed nipples, hardening the pink skin. Her breath began to hitch, and the wetness began to dampen her thighs and parts of her robe.
Mercifully, they soon reached a portrait of a large red-eyed green snake coiled around a gold platter laden with rare gems in the shape of fruits.
Draco halted before the face of the snake and whispered, "Incantatum Sylvestar Argunde." The portrait swung open to reveal a luxurious room decorated in the stereotypical green, silver, and black associated with the Slytherin house. Hermione didn't get a chance to survey the room, however, because the portrait door swung closed behind her, and she was slammed up against a wall yet again. She felt every smooth plain of the pale blonde's lean body, as well as his obvious arousal.
"Strip, my lovely Gryffin-whore," he hissed into Hermione's ear before nipping her earlobe and attacking her pale, exposed neck. Hermione let her robe drop and was devoured by the handsome boy.
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Author's Note: Thanks for reading, and I hope you enjoyed! It's been hell trying to get this thing typed up while people thought I was asleep, not to mention uploading it on Fanfiction (ugh). My next update will probably be a while, but bear with me, and it will be worth the wait!