Sorry I haven't updated in so long and that some of these chapters are so short! Get ready for some steamy stuff soon to make up for it!
Hermione woke up the next morning with a frown on her face. She had had a terrible dream that Malfoy had caught her wanking off and was now threatening to tell the school if she didn't sleep with him. The fact that the blackmail was only a product of her imagination didn't make her feel much better. Malfoy had still caught her touching herself, and was still trying to sleep with her.
And the fact that Hermione found the whole situation exciting rather than horrifying was even more confusing and distressing.
She rolled out of bed and began getting dressed. A lacy black push up bra called to her from her drawer. It had been a present from Ginny for her last birthday, although she rarely wore it because it showed through most of her tops and Ron didn't like to think about his sister buying lingerie when he and Hermione were getting it on.
'Well if Malfoy is going to torture me by holding this over my head, I might as well torture him by refusing to give him what he wants' She thought to herself, slipping the bra over her shoulders and clasping it behind her back. Her nipples could be seen clearly through the lace and they hardened to stiff peaks and she traced her fingers lightly over them. 'And what better way to torture him than to rub what he can't have in his face?' She giggled out loud at her own innuendo 'I'll make him want me so badly he won't even think about hurting me, he'll be too afraid of ruining his chances.'
Refusing to think about the real reason that seducing Malfoy was her plan, she hurriedly pulled on her skirt, not bothering with any knickers and began to button her shirt. Her mind was racing with all the ways she would tease Malfoy throughout the day, grateful that they had many classes together. Hermione tried to think of it as work, rather than pleasure, but was finding it hard to keep her head in the right place. Her cunt was already wet by the time she bent to slip her shoes on and she had settled on a plan of action for the day ahead. She slipped a finger in her aching center and touched herself behind her ears and traced a line between her breasts. Ron always liked the smell of her juices on her; hopefully Malfoy would feel the same.
She grabbed her bag and hurried out the door to her History of Magic class, today being held in the library, and blamed her fluttering stomach on the long essay she had due and not on the fact that she would soon be seeing Malfoy.