Chapter Eighteen: The Cleverest Witch
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"In control of me?" I scoffed as Granger clutched me from behind, drawing me to her. "I think you'll find that when my dick is in your mouth, you'll find it very difficult to be in control of anything but doing the duty of getting me off." Still, her words got my heartbeat pounding.
"Really? That's amusing. I seem to remember a certain bet," she replied snappishly, but still wearing that curious smile as she hitched her pants back on and pulled her jumper over her amazing tits. "The bet that I won."
I smirked, my eyes wandering over her body. "You might have won the bet, but I benefited from it—"
"Honestly, I'm not surprised you enjoyed my skills so much that you'd want one again—"
"Less talking and more sucking," I commanded, using the sides of the stall for support. My groin was level with her chest and she stared up at me. She rolled her eyes.
"Malfoy, you really just don't know when to shut your mouth—"
"And interestingly, Granger, you never seem to be able to open yours at the right time—"
Narrowing her eyes, she scooted forward on the toilet lid and spread her legs apart so that each was on either side of my body. "You really are a mood-killer," she said softly, and very gingerly palmed my ballsack. I drew in a breath and stared upward as she very carefully began to rub me there. "Are you unable to enjoy sex without hurling insults? Does it make you uncomfortable to actually sit back and enjoy it?"
"Don't dare try to psycho-analyze me, Granger," I said, shaking my head. "Girls are always trying to find out how my mind works but I'll never crack!"
She snickered, her curls moving back and forth. "You either have the biggest ego I've ever seen or else you're terribly self conscious—"
"I told you, don't analyze me!" I argued, and let out a small moan as she cupped me stronger.
"Malfoy, I'm merely making observations about your behavior. I really don't care to know what dwells inside your very twisted mind—"
"Well, glad that's settled," I said sardonically. "Less detective work, more dick sucking, Granger—"
Without warning she seized me by the thighs, digging her nails in, and brought me to her mouth. She drew me in with her perfectly shaped lips into the hot wetness, her tongue doing a slow dance with the tip of my cock. My words caught in my throat and I groaned softly, using the top of the stall as support for my hands. I was hard instantly. For the first few minutes it felt so good I had to close my eyes to keep from experiencing some sort of sensory overload. Having Granger seated and beneath me made for a more advanced blow job experience. Back on my bed, there was only so much that could be done but she was now available to cup my balls, grip my arse with her nails and take it in deeper than she had before.
When I'd gotten my bearings, I began to really enjoy it and decided that I'd enjoy it a lot more if I could really make it obvious just who was in charge and who was being a subservient little Mudblood. "Deeper, Granger," I commanded. "I want you to choke!" I moaned as she pulled her mouth from my shaft and instead moved her palm up and down on it instead.
"Feeling dominant today, Malfoy?" she said, gazing up at me with a small simper on her face.
"I—er—I don't know what you mean. I'm always feeling dominant," I said quickly. I hated when girls said things like that, as though I was ever anything but the picture of assertive and manly.
"I'm not trying to challenge you!" she declared. "I kind of…well… I like it. I like lots of things but in my experience, I've been treated too nicely in bed and it's time for something new. Besides, I like being told what to do—"
"Who've you—"
"Malfoy, not right now," Granger sighed. "Do you want me to do this or not?"
I glowered because now my curiosity was piqued but yet I also wanted to be sucked off. Granger had been with other blokes. Well, Draco, said the nagging voice in my head that interestingly sounded like my father, of course she has. You think a virgin girl could handle a cock the way she does? And she just told you in the booth that she has had boyfriends in the past. So do not be an idiot! And do you know how ridiculous you look with your trousers around your ankles standing in a public toilet obsessing over the sexual dealings of a Mudblood? I am really disappointed in you. "SHUT UP," I said to the voice in my head, not realizing I was speaking aloud.
"Shut up and what?" asked Granger slyly, apparently thinking I was addressing her. Might as well go with the flow.
"Shut up and take my dick in your mouth, Granger!" I said loudly, and as she rolled me back into her mouth I thrust my hips forward so that she had to deep-throat me. Her eyes widened at first but then she opened her mouth even more to let me in as I thrust against her throat, slowly, feeling her mouth on nearly all of me. "Mmfmfh, I love the way you suck my cock," I moaned, biting my lip. "How does it feel?"
She made a humming sound of pleasure which felt really good buzzing around my sensitive member. She released me from her mouth. "It feels great. I like feeling you tense up," she said. "I like hearing you take control but then feeling how overcome you get—"
I raised my eyebrow. "Did I say you could speak?"
"Well, you asked me a question," Granger said indignantly.
"I don't want to listen to you anymore," I sneered, and thrust my hips forward again. She compliantly took my dick back in her mouth and deeply sucked me off, cupping my balls again. With her other hand, she scratched my inner thigh with her nails. "Fuck, Granger!" I cried out, shutting my eyes again. "It's really good—it's too good—"
As though she wanted to torture me, she went faster and deeper and trailed both hands behind my back. She gripped and scratched me as she blew me. It was only slightly painful, like a rug burn, and it felt amazing. How was she so good at this? I whimpered, breathing hard. "Is that too much?" she asked, stopping her hand movement. "Does it hurt?"
"No, Granger—do more," I said breathlessly, and grunted as she responded by digging her nails into my back and grazing my dick with her teeth. "Oh—Merlin," I burst out. "Tell me Granger, am I the biggest you've had in your mouth?" There was silence, and I looked down at her face questioningly. Her eyes were open, and she was looking up at me. "Well?"
She stopped sucking again and shrugged. "I don't think now is the time," she said simply.
"Granger, come on. I doubt you've blown a bloke bigger than me," I shrugged with a smirk.
"It's just that…" she paused. "I have. My first boyfriend's penis was quite large. It almost was too difficult sleeping with him."
"Oh, please," I laughed. "Like I believe that. And who is this mysterious boyfriend? I haven't seen you with anyone—"
"Malfoy, why are we talking about this? I told you, we shouldn't exchange personal information. That's not what this relationship is about!" she insisted.
"Come on, Granger. I just want a name of this not real boyfriend so I can make fun of you for how bad a liar you are," I replied. "And then you can get back to sucking me off-"
Granger crossed her legs. "Viktor Krum," she replied.
"Viktor… Krum!?" I sputtered. "You didn't date Krum!"
"Yes, I did," she said hotly. "I dated him around the time of the Yule Ball until the end of summer before fifth year. I broke up with him because my course load was going to be too heavy. He was very distraught. We're still friends."
I snorted derisively. Viktor Krum was an empty-headed bastard but girls seemed to adore his flinty gaze and athletic body. I thought he was pretty cool until Pansy and every other girl in Slytherin wouldn't shut up about him in fourth year. Then I tried to appeal to him by asking him if he wanted to work out with me sometime, and told him all about my money. In his stupid accent, he said only "No zank you" before proceeding to ignore me for the rest of the year. That was when I decided he was a stuck up piece of dragon shit and that I didn't care if he lived or died. I hadn't thought about him in forever, but that same hatred was bubbling up inside me. And now I had to hear his dick was bigger than mine? I hoped he could never find fitting trousers. I hoped his dick couldn't fit in regular pants and that he had to special order them and that they were really expensive! I hoped every girl he tried to shag had such a minuscule twat hole that he could never get it in and that he cried deeply wishing his cock was the size of mine.
"Malfoy. Malfoy. Why are you staring at me like that? I can't tell if you're trying to keep from laughing or crying," Granger said with a grimace.
"I wasn't staring at you, I was thinking," I snapped. "And I'm definitely not going to cry!"
"Well, you're thinking with an odd look on your face and your penis is right in front of me. If you'd rather think, we should call this off as it's rather awkward. And if you want me to finish getting you off, you should wipe that very peculiar look off your face and stop asking me questions about my past!" Granger instructed.
"I want you to get me off," I said instantly, "but Krum? Really?" I forced out a few loud laughs but they even sounded fake to me.
"Malfoy, stop mentioning him. Can we just do this?" she said, exasperated.
I nodded, and then trying to keep from cracking up, I morphed my face into a very solemn look. I furrowed my brows and drooped my mouth into a dark frown. Out of my mouth came a voice I'd perfected in fourth year to entertain my housemates: "Yah, Granger, I am vary ready for you to take mah vary massive manhood into your schveet mouf."
"What?" she asked.
"Mah name is Veektor Krumb and I am here to pleasure you with mah vary eempressive—"
"Shut UP, Malfoy!" Granger burst out, blushing deep scarlet.
"Make me," I grinned wryly and to my great enjoyment, she glared up at me and dug her hands into my back. She started blowing me again and I moaned, grabbing onto her curly hair. She used her teeth for awhile before licking the tender tip and I seized up, clenching my jaw. "I'm almost there—I'm going to come right in your throat, Mudblood. I want to see you swallow my hot Pureblood come and I want to see you like it."
Granger released me again from her mouth and there was a beat of silence. "Er…" she said, "about that… I've never actually swallowed before. It's not that I've been against it but I guess I just wasn't comfortable."
"You're not backing out, are you?" I questioned, raising an eyebrow.
"No, but I have a few brief questions to ask you—"
"How brief? What kind of questions? I'm almost ready to explode, Granger. If you don't think fast I'm going to get it all over your jumper," I grinned.
She clucked her tongue. "You are so revolting," she said. "Honestly. I just want to know what to expect. I've read that the taste is very dependent on diet and I'm a bit worried that yours may not be the most appetizing. Not that I'm trying to get out of it, but I think I should be ready for the worst—"
"Well, snakes, Granger, this is just positively sexy and uplifting," I said sarcastically, rolling my eyes. "So far I've had no complaints. Tracey said it wasn't the worst thing in the world. In fact, she said it was like tasting strong soap and grass. And Pansy never had an ill word to say, but she does drink ejaculate more than pumpkin juice so perhaps you shouldn't listen to her—"
"Foul!" she exclaimed, her voice echoing off the walls. She visibly collected herself. "Specifically, I want to know if you eat red meat."
"Sometimes," I replied, squinting. "I haven't been eating much lately. I have hardly any appetite. But yes, I do enjoy red meat."
She looked a bit dejected. "Okay. And do you smoke fags?"
"Only when I'm under very bad influence during summer breaks," I said.
"I suppose that's not too awful," she said, but didn't look convinced. "Do you eat any fruit?"
"I guess so. I like jam on my toast and I enjoy when the elves serve strawberry tarts for dessert," I replied.
"Malfoy, that's not exactly fruit," she said, looking a bit concerned. "Er… Do you eat any real food?"
"REAL food? Toast is food! Prove to me it's not food!"
She scrunched her face up. "Er-I mean, do you eat adult food? Like, foods that give you nutrition and energy? It's not good to eat so little-"
"Ooh, listen to Granger! Are you a nutritionist as well as a scholar? Are you assessing my diet? Well, then. Here's this: I don't sleep, I don't eat. I have no appetite. I'm stressed and wasting away to nothing. Now stop interrogating me and take my dick, Granger! I swear, if I don't come I'm going to be really upset," I sniffed.
"Oh, alright. But if it's too foul, I'll think twice about doing it again," she said very matter-of-factly and took my shaft again in her hand, angling it back in her mouth. I sighed happily as she went faster and faster, her head bobbing up and down at my waist. I pulled her by the hair again and forced her to deep-throat it. To my delight, she choked slightly and moaned.
"Granger, you little slag. I can't help but—ugh—be overjoyed I'm going to be the first bloke to shoot down your bossy throat. Not even the illustrious Veektor Krum was good enough to make you swallow. But here you are, getting ready to sample Draco Malfoy's come—"
She went deeper, cupping my sac again as she went. Then, looking up at me with a dark gaze in her eye, she took me as deeply as possible and then slapped me hard on the arse with all her might. I let out a long moan, unable to put words together. My head was spinning. How did she know just what to do? As if she could read my mind, she slapped my arse again and licked the tip of my cock.
"Oh, Salazar, Granger—they say you're the cleverest witch in our year, you really are the cleverest witch in our year, oh yes, take my cock, I'm almost there," I grunted through clenched teeth. I gripped her strongly by the hair and slammed her into my cock. She sputtered briefly but adjusted her mouth to take it. I closed my eyes briefly, seeing stars and swirls. I knew I was there, I was there. "I'm going to come!" I announced, gritting my teeth. And as she moved her mouth up and down on my cock one last time, my knees flexed and I felt myself convulsing. I shot a load right into her mouth and then gripped the sides of the stall for support as I pulled out. I watched her, smirking and spent.
She wore an unreadable expression at first as she tasted my seed, and I was momentarily afraid she was going to spit it out or declare it horrible. I'm not saying my feelings would have been hurt but it certainly would have killed the mood. But then she very quickly knocked it back and wiped her mouth with the back of her hand.
"So, how was it?" I asked, pretending I didn't care much for the answer as I pulled up my briefs and trousers over my deflating erection.
"Not that bad," she said and I cringed. "Oh, come on, Malfoy. It's not like it's supposed to taste like gourmet chocolate. I'm sure it tastes completely normal."
I took her by the hands and lifted her to her feet, wrapping my hands around the small of her back. We were pressed together so hard I could feel her heart beating in her chest, still feel the light dampness between her legs on her pants. I drew her to me even closer and brought my lips to hers in a deep snog. She was a bit thrown by the kiss which I could tell by her body language but then she softened into it and kissed me back, weaving her hands through my hair. I slipped my tongue into her mouth and rolled it around as she drew her own tongue out to meet it. We made out for awhile, tonguing fairly intensely until I pulled away from her.
"What was that for?" she asked, sounding a bit breathless.
I sneered. "Just as I thought, I taste better than normal. I can taste myself on your tongue, Granger, and I taste delicious. Better than gourmet chocolate."
"Oh my God!" she proclaimed. "You are so ridiculous!" She pulled her jeans up and adjusted her sweater. "Out of my way, Malfoy. It's time for me to be going."
"What's wrong, Granger? Did you think I actually wanted to kiss you? Did you want to kiss me some more?" I wiggled my eyebrows. "I bet you did. You're smitten."
"HA!" she said loudly. "You are so misguided. Happy Christmas, Malfoy. May your season be dark and gloomy, just the way you want it." She made to push past me, but I grabbed her by the shoulders. "What!?" she demanded.
"When do you want to suck me again?" I asked. At her darkening expression, I added, "Or you know, I could do you."
"Charming," she said, attempting to fix her hair but succeeding in making it look more disheveled. I chuckled at how cute it was that she was making herself look more and more like she'd just been shagged hard and quick.
"What are you laughing at now?" It was clear she was getting annoyed, but I couldn't help it.
"Nothing," I said quickly. "But really, do you erm—want to see me again sometime soon?"
"How about you let me know when you're free and I'll see if I have time," she replied.
"Right," I said, and cleared my throat. I lifted my chin importantly. "Of course, you can do the same."
She smiled in a tight-lipped fashion. "Of course. If I have time." She grasped the door handle of the loo.
"Granger?"
"What, Malfoy?"
Unable to think of what else to say, I grabbed her by the hair and kissed her again. This time I softly bit her bottom lip and stroked her hair as I did so. It felt so nice I didn't really want to stop. When I pulled my lips off hers, she was giving me a tiny smile. "Why the hell are you looking at me like that?" I demanded, my hands lingering in her hair.
"A goodbye kiss?" she said, with a victorious sort of tone in her voice that I did not much care for. "You really are interesting." With that, she pressed by me and exited the stall.
"Goodbye kiss?" I shot at her. "You should be so lucky! I was just hoping it could lead to another shag! That's the only time I ever kiss! Ask anyone! Go on!"
But all too suddenly I was all alone in the toilet and yelling at myself. Granger had slipped out the door, leaving me reeling.
Oh Draco, said my father's voice inside my head, you really are pathetic.
"I know, Father," I said sadly. "Since you've been away, I've been suffering." I hung my head down and made to exit the restroom but fortunately remembered to fix my hair before I left.
A/N: So. Draco is getting a bit... how do we say...? intrigued? hooked? hot and bothered? what are your thoughts? Much of the story is finished but I'd like input on this chapter. What are you all thinking? Pants for your thoughts (of course).