A/N: Alright. You've reached further sexcapades. Rated M, just in case you forgot. And please don't forget to review. I see these alerts/favs happening- come on, give a poor sod a review! 'Cause I reallllly enjoyed writing this one. Oh, and btw, the plot thickens after this chapter. You thought Draco would be let off easy?! Ha!

Disclaimer: From here on out, chapters written while listening to copious amounts of sexual R&B and pop songs, and perhaps under the influence of horniness, alcohol or both at times.

Chapter Eleven: Mudblood Pie Ala Mode

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She was looking at me quizzically. Her wild mane of hair was disheveled. "Really, Malfoy? White snake moan? And did you really think I was going to let you use me as a dump station? I don't know how things work for you in Slytherin, but I am not going degrade myself."

I leaned up to grab my wand off my dresser and cleaned myself up with a charm. I flopped back and smiled slightly goofily, hugging my pillow and staring at her. "You just blew me, Granger. I think it's time to accept you know your place. Right beneath my dick."

She glared at me indignantly. "Right. Because I was the one who was just crying and shuddering a few seconds ago."

I closed my eyes and continued to hug my pillow, grinning to myself. My body was still tingling slightly. "I'm not happy with you and I'm not impressed and I hate you," I said softly, and sighed with pleasure.

"Your idiotic smile definitely speaks to that, Malfoy," she observed sarcastically.

I kicked her lightly with my toe. "Fine," I said, and rolled over on my back. "You won. I'll leave your precious Pottie and Weasel alone for two entire weeks."

"Really? I was sure you were going to pull some trick like say your fingers were crossed at the time," she smiled in a sardonic way, crawling down the bed and lying beside me.

I pretended to be irritated. "Blast! I really should have. I'm getting too nice—"

"Too nice? You don't even know the word nice," Granger said with a snigger. "So what? Are you going to sleep now?"

I flipped to face her and fingered the hem of her school skirt. "Give me a few minutes to recover and then I'll repay the favor."

"Exciting. Shall I read a book while I wait?"

"Stop being a bitch and hike your skirt up," I told her throatily, and ran my hand up her curvy thigh. Her breath caught in her throat and I chortled darkly. I very lightly ran my finger between her legs and let my pointer finger slightly press through her pants into her privates. "I want to see you touch yourself, you dirty little Mudblood. And then I'm going to make you suffer for making me want you so much."

I was happy to hear her utter a soft moan. I spread out and watched lazily as the Mudblood did just as I said, very slowly hitching up her skirt so that I could see navy blue knickers. Dirty little slag.

"I can't believe I'm turned on, Malfoy," she said vehemently, "but making you shriek and seeing you come very nearly made up for how much of a git you've been all these years. As much as I hate to admit it, you're not bad-looking and I really liked watching you when you were completely entranced with how I was turning you on instead of running your stupid mouth—" She pulled her pants down her smooth legs so that they hung below her thighs, her skirt fanning out over her privates. I watched hungrily as she stuck her hand under there, her breathing growing slightly ragged.

"Let me see." I went to pull up her skirt and she pushed my hand away.

"You can see as soon as you're ready," she instructed, and continued. She closed her eyes, her tongue between her teeth as she moved her hand in and out between her legs.

I lay on my side watching her intently and ran my hand over my shaft. My legs twitched. Granger let out another groan and her arm quickened in pace. Slowly, I ran my fingers over her arms, her shoulders, and made light circles around her nipples with my fingers. She let out a sharp sound and leaned her head back.

"Is that good?" I asked her in a deep, quiet voice.

"It's not bad," she whispered back, her hand making the material of her skirt wave up and down. I scooted closer to her and buried my head in her neck, breathing hotly on her neck. I bit her on the crook of her neck and she moaned, touching herself quicker.

"Put your fingers inside," I whispered into her ear.

"Don't tell me what to do—"

I leaned over her and kissed her hard on the mouth to interrupt her, biting her lips and tasting myself, salty and incredible, on her tongue. Her breathing was uneven and she made a sound of contentment into my mouth. I grabbed her arms and held them down, biting her neck again. "I'm going to take over," I said quietly. Her skin was smooth and she smelled fantastic, something between parchment, flowers and sandalwood. I straddled her legs and tugged up her skirt, revealing her pants. "I'm so sick of these things," I commented, taking them off.

She was definitely fit, though I wasn't exactly used to girls being au naturale. Still, the dark patch of hair covering her privates did not disgust me the way I'd always assumed it would. To my surprise, Granger gave a quiet laugh, and gave me a wide-eyed, reserved expression just before I fingered the spot at the top of her privates. She stretched her shoulders and rolled her head back, moaning. I moved my fingers down and used two to enter her tight void, applying a very fast in-out motion. Granger moaned louder still. I kept it up for several minutes before she grabbed my hand and directed it up.

"Right here," she instructed. "And go fast, please—"

I did as I was told, thumbing that delicate and sensitive area at the crown, and leaned into her to use my fingers inside of her. She cried out, shutting her eyes, and squirmed wildly on my bed. I put in one, two, three… Soon, my entire hand was inside the Mudblood. I flexed my hand, opening it and closing it as I thrust it into her. Gods, she was wet and slick.

"Oh—just like that!" she said loudly, nodding her head enthusiastically and rolling her hips to slam herself against my hand. "Malfoy—keep going— keep going—"

I paused with a smirk on my face. "Use your manners and say please, Granger—"

"Damn it, keep going!" Granger commanded brazenly, bucking her hips.

"I don't want to," I said, feigning boredom.

"Do it, Malfoy!"

"I don't take orders from little Mudbloods," I said icily, removing my hand from inside her and sneering over her torso.

Granger shoved me off her legs and straddled me instead, throwing me off-balance. I stared up at her in appreciation as she scooted herself over my chest. I could feel her wetness moving across my chest and I moaned. "Shut the hell up, Malfoy," she hissed, bestriding my face. Her knees were on either side of my ears and her privates just level with my chin, bumping my nose gently when I leaned up. I seized her roughly by the legs, pulling her skirt against her stomach, and stuck my tongue between her thighs. My pace was quick and I pressed my tongue and face deep into her, making a stabbing motion inside her. I smelled her, tasted her, and enjoyed every moment of it—particularly since her breath was bursting out in giant gasps and she was dropping herself in and out over my tongue.

Granger's voice rang out, strong and loud: "I didn't—expect—you—to—be—good—at—this—ahh—I—expecte d—you—to—be—an—anti-oral—misogynistic—little—prick —ooooooooh—"

I went faster, and began to suck her off with an intense eagerness. Her deep breathing turned into loud, long, high-pitched moans. I laughed in a sinister way. "Who says I'm not a misogynistic prick? But I do happen to love a nice tasting twat, Granger, and I have to say, yours isn't half bad—" I buried my face back between her legs and continued to suck her.

She moaned and wrung her hands above my head. "This is so wrong, this is so wrong, this is so wrong—"

I paused, "Yes, well, you can write all about it later." I did a high-pitched imitation of her bossy voice: "Dear Diary, Granger here. Today I got tongue-fucked by Draco Malfoy and I liked it. Am I going to be executed for treason? I feel SO guilty, diary. Whatever shall I do?" I stuck a finger inside again.

She alternately moaned and laughed, grinding herself down on me. "Speaking of guilt, you can't be free of it. You're the one who thinks Muggle-borns are inherently impure and disgusting. I may be a bit guilty, but it's only—ah—it's only because you're a hateful, cruel person and I—ohhh—I can't believe I'm doing this, but it feels—so—bloody—good—"

"I allow myself one day a month to feel regret for the awful things I do. I'll address my guilt at that time," I responded, and continued to tongue her. "Snakes, Granger," I said, coming up for air. "Your nasty Mudblood juices are all over my face—"

She arched her eyebrows down at me, her facial expression somewhat mystified. "How is it? How is it eating out a Mudblood, Malfoy?" she asked quietly, as though testing a boundary.

"I hate to admit it, but it's bloody terrific," I said, smacking my lips before burrowing my head back in between her legs.

"Oh, my God…" Granger leaned over my head, using the wall for balance as she bounced on top of me. "Fingers," she managed to get out," fingers!"

I was beginning to get in the zone again as I stuck two more inside her and sucked the sensitive area at the crown of her privates, enjoying the sound of her loud, lengthy exclamations of enjoyment. I moaned sharply into her, and sensing my turned-on state, she leaned back to roll one hand up and down my shaft. My breath caught sharply in my throat as I licked her with a vengeance, craning my neck to get a better angle.

"Stop," she burst out, "I'm close—I'm close, but I have to do it myself—"

"Nonsense, I'm almost there, I want to get you off and shag you, Granger. Just give me a few minutes—"

She looked down at me with a stern expression. "Malfoy, seriously. I know my body far better than you ever will. I want to come now, and I have to do it myself." With that, she took me by the chin and gently forced my head down on the pillow. I put my hands behind my head and stared up at her, enjoying having her straddling my chest.

She used one hand to touch herself and the other to rub me. Her breathing grew quicker as I watched and moaned. Minutes later, she took her hand off my snake and put a finger inside herself as she continued to play with her clit. "Yes!" she cried out. "I'm almost there!"

"Come for me, Mudblood," I said. "Let's see you come." I worked my hand down to my groin and fiddled with myself as I watched her. She looked so powerful and attractive perched above me.

She kept eye contact with me until she let out a high-pitched sound and rocked her hips against my chest. "Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, ohhh!" She let out a content sigh.

I grinned as she moved off me and sat beside me on the bed. "Granger, I would have never taken you for a screamer. All that 'inside voices in the hallways' and 'please be quiet, people are studying here!' rubbish threw me off."

She swatted me but I was pleased to see she was blushing a bit. "Yes, well, I never thought you'd actually know how to do anything like that… I don't even want to ask how you got practice—"

-"And I'd rather not think about it," I said delicately. "To be honest, all I want to think about is fucking you. Right now. Right here. Right on my bed."

"Are you sure you have the energy?" she quipped, but before she could get out another snotty word, I grabbed her around the waist and flipped her back onto my pillows. She laughed, out of breath.

I smirked into her mouth. "And who have you practiced on, Granger? Obviously you're not the antisocial little prude I thought you were."

"I may have some experience," she said, stroking me where I was getting hard, "but truth be told, I owe a lot to this Muggle thing called the Internet."

"The Internet," I moaned, with a curious expression. "And what does one do with this so-called Internet?"

"I don't even know where to begin. But let's just say you can learn a lot on it, there's endless amounts of pornography, and it would possibly ruin you for life, Malfoy."

"I like the pornography part," I said. "But I suppose I didn't think girls like you looked at dirty things like that."

Granger rolled her eyes. "This is precisely why blokes like you have so many dim-witted pre-conceived notions about female sexuality!"

"Whatever, nerd. So, can The Internet do this?" I asked, and pinned her to the bed. I bit her neck hard and she let out a sharp moan.

"It can," she said, "and you're not going to think of anything it can't do so stop being cute and just get to it, Malfoy!"

I began to grind myself between her legs through her skirt, making hard imprints on her neck. I could angle it so I was getting a very solid preview of what being inside her would feel like. I worked my groin inside the wedge of her legs and began to thrust into her through the material of her skirt. Granger grit her teeth. "Are you going to actually shag me or just play around?"

"Impatient," I sneered. "Are you allowed to speak to me like that?"

"Seriously," she said, locking eyes with me. "I want to feel you inside me."

I grinned and laughed in a low tone, thrusting her again, really grinding into her. I gripped her by the hair. "And I want to put it in you, Granger."

Her breathing quickened and she gripped the blanket as I breathed in her ear. "Are you ready for me?" I asked.

"Beyond ready," she said in a quiet voice. "Let's fuck, Malfoy."

"What did you say?" I grabbed her curly hair in my palm.

"I said, please, let's fuck," she said, her soft voice sending shivers down my spine. She shut her eyes tight and began grinding against my hard member. She began to tug her skirt down, and I readily helped her.

"I like seeing you naked," I said in an obnoxious sing-song voice. "You are naked in my bed. And I get to shag you."

She laughed. "You're too much. How do you even face yourself?"

I ignored her, instead playing with myself until I was again rock-hard. "I'm ready for you, Granger. Let me put my cock inside you and fuck you, you indecent little Mudblood," I said.

She nodded, shivering, as I tore her skirt down and spread her legs apart.

"I can't wait to be inside you," I said. I was spreading her lips and working my head toward her hole when suddenly Granger sat up and pushed me away.

"WAIT!" she burst out. "ARE YOU INSANE?"

I stared at her in horror. "What now?"

To Be Continued.