Hermione looked around. "Draco?" She asked in a mix of anger and fear. "Where are you?" Her eyes came upon the flask, shattered on the ground. A cut and bruised Malfoy lay amidst the pieces. He was looking not at Hermione but at Crookshanks, who was a foot away and looked as though she very much wanted to get at him but didn't want to step on the glass.
"Ohh, it looked like someone tried to escape!" Said Hermione, bending down. "Very naughty boy you are, but at least you got what was coming to you."
"I didn't do it!" Malfoy said, wincing in pain. "Your cat knocked me over!"
"That can't be," Hermione said. "I trained Crookshanks not to leap up onto my table like that, and I know he wouldn't disobey me, would you Crookshanks?" Hermione scratched Crookshanks behind the ears, to which he purred happily.
"We'll have to do something about those cuts." Said Hermione. She wrapped her hand around Malfoy and he winced as she picked him up. He lay sprawled out there, looking up at Hermione with an anxious expression on his face.
"Let's see," Hermione said, rummaging around through several potion bottles on her headboard. "This one should do the trick." Hermione said, picking a bottle and unscrewing it. She dipped her finger in and allowed a few drops to roll of onto Malfoy's skin near the cuts.
"ARRGGH!" Malfoy screamed, rolling in pain.
"Oops," Said Hermione, snickering. "That's firewhisky, my bad." She took a short swig of the bottle before putting it back on her headboard. Draco looked at her with a mixed expression of shock and pain.
"Here we go." Said Hermione, picking up the right bottle this time. Draco curled up into a little ball and whimpered. "Don't be stupid," Said Hermione, effortlessly straightening out his body with two fingers. She dripped a few drops of the potion onto him and the cuts started healing immediately. Within a few seconds they were gone.
"Feel better?" Asked Hermione, in a false sweet voice reminiscent of Umbridge's. Without waiting for an answer, she said, "Good. Now I think there's someone who deserves an apology for being blamed for your bad behavior."
Hermione lifted Draco by his feet and lowered him down in front of Crookshanks. Draco, terrified, tried to get away but could do nothing.
"Just apologize to him," Hermione said. "Just tell him your sorry for accusing him."
Crookshanks looked up at Malfoy, and then very suddenly he took a swipe at the shrunken blonde. Malfoy yelped but Hermione lifted him out of harm's way at the last moment. A second later, Hermione had lowered Draco back down.
"Just say you're sorry," Said Hermione, lifting him up and back down again ahead of another of Crookshank's swipes. "I don't think you'll stay lucky for long."
"I'm—I'M SORRY!" Bellowed Draco, as Hermione allowed Crookshanks his nearest miss yet.
"For what?" Said Hermione, amused.
"For—FOR BLAMING YOU!" Malfoy shouted.
"Blaming you for what?" Asked Hermione playfully, now bobbing Malfoy up and down repeatedly. Crookshanks's eyes followed Malfoy. Crookshanks took a few more swipes.
"FOR TRYING TO ESCAPE!" Malfoy yelled, his face going red.
"Escape from who?" Hermione said, now swinging Malfoy back and forth in front of Crookshanks confused face.
"From YOU!" Shouted Draco.
"You weren't escaping from the cat, who were you escaping from?" Asked Hermione, filled with glee at prolonging this so long.
"From---from Hermione Granger!" Yelped Malfoy as one Of Hermione's swings bounced him off the back of one of Crookshanks's outstretched paws.
"From who?" Hermione asked, sinister smile.
"From…from…FROM HER MAGESTY MISS HERMIONE GRANGER." Bellowed Malfoy desperately. Finally, a satisfied Hermione lifted him outside Crookshanks's grasp and put him back on her lap.
"Ooh, Her Majesty Miss Hermione Granger, I like that!" Hermione said, looking brightly down at her panting captive. "From now, that's how you will refer to me. Okay, squirt?"
"Yes," Malfoy said, "Your—your majesty." Hermione smiled, knowing it must be very painful for Draco to say that.
"Very good," Said Hermione, "I see that I won't have to wash out your mouth again. However…" She smiled. "I haven't been a very good girl. I've called you some not-so-nice names, like dungbomb and stinksap. And I've just downed some Firewisky, which is banned within Hogwarts. My mouth has been naughty, and I think you need to clean it out."
Hermione lifted Malfoy once again into the air, this time holding him near her face. He looked absolutely terrified. "I'll let you look in to diagnose the problem." Hermione said. With great glee, she grabbed both his little feet and held him upside down. She tilted her head back and opened her mouth wide, lowering Draco to it. At this he struggled worse than ever. He thought Hermione was going to eat her.
"What did I have today for dinner?" Asker Hermione, lowering him closer and closer so that his head almost cleared her lips. "Can you smell it?"
"No I can't!" Pleaded Draco.
"Come on!" Said Hermione, lowering him closer.
"Um…pumpkin juice!" Shouted Draco. "Pork chops! Ravioli! Chicken! Uhh…teakle tarts!"
Hermione's warm breath brushed over Draco's body as he got a real clear view of Hermione's teeth and tonsils. She gave him a warning kind of moan. The sound was so loud to him that he completely lost control. He wiggled so hard that he came loose of Hermione's loose grip and plunged headfirst into Hermione's mouth.
Hermione felt Draco hit the back of her mouth and her first instinct was to swallow. She suppressed this with all her might, swinging her head back upright and causing Malfoy to fall against her tongue. He thrashed around, beating against Hermione's tongue, cheeks, lips, and teeth, not knowing where he was facing or what he was doing.
Hermione put her hand up to her chin and opened her mouth. She tipped Malfoy out with her tongue and he collapsed onto her warm hand, panting and out of breath.
"It was ham, actually," Said Hermione. "Quite good too, sorry I forgot to bring you any."
Draco was too winded to talk back, let alone move.
"I could call for a house-elf to bring you food, but that would just be mean." Said Hermione. "You would not be above such things, I'm sure, but you don't deserve a paid servant, much less a slave. In fact," Hermione smiled at an idea that just popped into her head, "I want you to start introducing yourself as such: 'I am Draco Malfoy, full S.P.E.W. member, and a ferret.'"
Draco's head shot up as he looked at her incredulously.
"Go on," Hermione said, "Say it."
It took Draco almost a full minute before he was ready to speak. "I—I am Draco Malfoy, full S.P.E.W. member and a ferret."
"Very good." Hermione said. "Are you pleased with that?"
"Y-yes," Said Draco. When Hermione raised an eyebrow Draco added, "Your highness."
Hermione smiled. "Well, we have to do something about all that saliva." She said. "I'll have to scrub you up real well."
And with that Hermione stood up and carried Draco over to the bathroom that she shared with the dorm next door. Making sure no one was inside; she entered and situated herself in front of a sink. She turned on the tap, then put out Draco's legs under it to test it. Predictably, Draco gave out a little yelp of pain.
"Hot or cold?" Hermione asked.
"Cold, your—your majesty," Draco said. Hermione adjusted the water. She put Draco under the flow and without asking him again about the temperature she began rubbing him between her fingers.
"Got to get it all off," Said Hermione, adding soap and rubbing vigorously over all Draco's surfaces. Draco wasn't struggling much now, in fact, he looked rather confused.
"Okay, I think we've got it," Said Hermione, lifting up Malfoy to look at him. She dried him off in the bath towel and then set him down on the counter. "You still have to brush my teeth, remember?"
Hermione opened the cabinet and took out a toothbrush and toothpaste and placed them in front of Malfoy. She lowered herself until she too was at sink level, then brandished her teeth in a large smile.
"Good thing I didn't keep those teeth you hexed onto me in our fourth year," Said Hermione. "You would have had a lot more work to do."
Draco looked dumfounded for a moment. But then, afraid of Hermione doing something even worse to him, walked over to the toothpaste tube and started unscrewing the lid. It was very hard work for Draco. It would have been a cinch for Hermione but she just stood by and watched.
After a minute or so Draco managed to get the lid off the toothpaste. He then dragged the toothbrush over to it. The brush was about the size of two broomsticks tied end to end for Draco. Liftable, but awkward. Draco climbed up onto the toothpaste tube and started jumping up and down, but the toothpaste barely budged.
"No, this is how you do it," Said Hermione. She knocked Draco down onto his belly with her right hand then pressed down on him. Draco shouted out as Hermione's hand and the toothpaste tube squished the breath out of his lungs.
Once a satisfactory amount of toothpaste came out onto the toothbrush Hermione released her grip, allowing Draco to regain his breath. A few moments later Draco got up, lifted up the toothbrush, and then started brushing the front of Hermione's teeth very awkwardly.
Draco was doing a lousy job, thought Hermione, but then again what can you expect from a guy his size? He could not apply enough force to get the bristles down in there enough to do a thorough job.
"Well," Said Hermione after a few minutes, "The backs of my teeth have to be clean too." Draco looked terrified again, and moved closer to Hermione's open mouth, her breath ruffling his hair as he tried to position the brush.
"Silly boy, you have to be inside!" Hermione said, keeping her mouth still as possible. She did not force Malfoy inside, but instead waited as Malfoy very slowly stepped over her bottom teeth. Hermione felt a rush of excitement as Malfoy's bare foot touched her tongue.
The inside of her mouth wasn't big enough for Malfoy to stand up in so he had to lie down between Hermione's tongue and the roof of her mouth. He rubbed the toothbrush back and forth, accurately but without much pressure.
After a few minutes Hermione started to get tired of the week brushing and she said "Out!" To Malfoy, the loud word causing him to jump. Malfoy exited Hermione's mouth a lot faster than he had entered.
Hermione took the brush from Draco and finished the job herself, brushing vigorously and thoroughly as she always did. She spat into the sink, narrowly missing Malfoy, who jumped out of the way just in time. Hermione was still not done, however. She proceeded to floss her teeth and gargle mouthwash. It was what you did when your parents were dentists.
Hermione rinsed her mouth out one more time and gave Draco another quick rinse-off under the water. "Well," Said Hermione, carrying Draco back to the dormitory. "This has been fun, but I really do have homework to do."
Draco didn't react to this. He was sure he wasn't being let go, but at least this meant that Hermione wouldn't actively torture him.
Hermione placed Draco down on the corner of the bed before placing her large bag next to him, making him jump. She took out a copy of Advanced Transfiguration and started to flip through it to find the page she wanted.
"Man, it's warm in here!" Said Hermione. She pulled her wizarding robes up and over her head. Underneath she wore a small white tank top and short white shorts. The tank top outlined her curves very well and part of her breasts were visible at the top.
Hermione was well aware of Draco staring at her with a mix of awe and lust. As she lay down and opened her book she thought she might just tease him a little more.
"Oh Draco," She said sweetly, turning to face the tiny boy, now with bulging eyes on his face, "I heard MgGonnigal keeps all her classes at the same place in the book. Which means you're reading chapter six now as well."
Draco didn't say anything for a moment, then he said. "Yes. Your majesty."
"Well," Said Hermione. "I happen to think studying is very important, even for a worthless jerk such as you. So if you want you can read along with me. But you'll have to come up here." Hermione patted herself on her bare chest, just above her cleavage.
Draco didn't say anything. Hermione loved to imagine the battle that was going on in his mind right now. Draco liked her; obviously, he had a crush on her. But he was also afraid that Hermione was leading him into a trap. For a minute, Draco sat still and didn't say anything.
"Well," Hermione said. "If you won't want to pass Transfiguration this semester that's your choice, but I highly recommend reading."
Draco made up his mind. He walked slowly and cautiously towards Hermione's chest, filled with anxiety. He slowly climbed across her arm, then up onto her ribs. He crawled on all fours the few inches between the side and middle of her chest. Hermione felt an intense tingling sensation as he crawled across her and laid down to read along with her, his feet just touching the top of her cleavage.
"Ready," Said Hermione. "We read at my rate, so don't dawdle."
They read chapter 6 of Advanced Transfiguration in silence. They then read Chapter 7 of Mediterranean Herbology, chapter 5 of Charming Charms for Advanced Students, and then a few chapters in one of the books Hermione was reading outside of class: A history of Wizarding Government and Education in the German states, 1600-1750. Draco found this to be particularly dull.
The sun had gone down by the time Hermione shut this last book. She put it on her bedside table then did a huge groaning stretch across the bed. The movement woke Malfoy, who had fallen into a slumber. Hermione started to sit up, and it was only when she felt Draco start to slide across her chest did she remember he was there.
Draco didn't know what to do. His muscles weren't working properly just having woken up. He grabbed for something to hold onto but there was nothing. What do you do when you're sliding down a giant girl's chest?
Hermione continued to sit up slowly, watching Malfoy's predicament with great interest. He was sliding down now onto Hermione's breasts and towards the opening of her tank top. Draco, worried Hermione would be furious if he traveled any further downwards, started trying to steady himself any way he could.
Draco eventually met the top of Hermione's tank top. His arms and legs became entangled in it as he refused himself to fall further down. He balanced himself between Hermione's body and her shirt. Hermione, smiling secretly with glee, was now sitting straight up and started to lean forward. The tank top started moving away from her body. Loosing his balance, Draco tipped and fell on the inside of her shirt. He bounced down her breasts several times flailing his arms about. He then rolled down her stomach and came out the bottom of her shirt, landing on Hermione's bedspread between her short-clad legs.
Hermione looked down at Draco who seemed completely dazzled. She smiled at him, then lifted him up. "Well, it's beddy time little ferret," Hermione said, wrinkling her nose at Malfoy, who didn't respond since he was still in shock over what had just happened.
Hermione reached over into her dresser drawer and pulled out a single plain white sock. "You'll be sleeping in here tonight." She said. Draco looked at her incredulously. "Be thankful it's a clean one." She said. She opened the front for Draco to climb in and he did so reluctantly.
"'Night," Said Hermione, placing the sock in her drawer again. She sat fully up. She felt really sexy after what had just happened. For some reason having Malfoy here small was getting her pretty excited. She didn't know why, she just knew that the loved the feeling.
She changed into her pajamas slowly, half-considering opening the drawer so she could tease Malfoy a bit. But she decided she still felt more modest than that and changed slowly by herself. That Malfoy isn't bad looking, she thought as she pulled on her night robes and climbed into bed. Hermione fell asleep and dreamed some very pleasing dreams that night.