Sleep never comes for Hermione Granger on hot summer nights.
A full bottle of prescribed pills stares at her in the dark. She doesn't use them. She doesn't like relinquishing control like that. Being in Uni was already enough chaos.
Footsteps rouse her from her hazed thoughts. She is fully awake when the mattress sinks.
"Granger," Draco whispers, "are you asleep?"
Hermione isn't in the mood to speak to him. He's the most insufferable thing about her father's new wife. She remains silent, keeping her breathing deep and even.
She particularly hates how attractive he is. The way he smirked when he found her in her bedroom with her ex-boyfriend, Ron. The way his silver eyes linger on her chest when he knows she can see him. The way his gaze darkens whenever she rises from the pool, her bikini clinging to her skin and leaving nought to the imagination.
The way all of those things had made her wonder what he would feel like inside her.
"How deep of a sleeper are you, Granger?" he says in a low voice.
Hermione can hear his bad intentions and it takes everything in her not to squirm in invitation. Draco Malfoy likes power. Hermione has seen who he is when he doesn't know she's paying attention.
Draco says nothing more. Hermione listens to his breathing. She can hear the rhythm of it increase and she wonders what he's doing. The mattress doesn't move.
Draco doesn't move.
A finger gently presses against her knickers where it hugs her cunt. Her walls clench at the sensation and she holds herself perfectly still so as not to alert him of her awareness. Draco's breathing is rapidly increasing now. Hermione's heart might betray her and erupt from her throat.
Then his weight lifts from beside her and Hermione is left with the ghost of her step-brother's fingers.
Draco doesn't meet her eyes the following morning. Not even for his morning snark.
Hermione watches him curiously, and wonders if he had taken his cock in his hand last night, and thought of her while he came.
After her parents are asleep later that night, Hermione removes her knickers. Her nightgown goes all the way down to her thighs, but it often rides up to her waist when she sleeps. When the moon is at its highest, Hermione waits for him to come again.
She lays perfectly still, one knee almost to her chest, her other leg extended. She has hidden her fists and her face to better feign her sleep. She hopes that tonight, Draco's fingers are tempted by her bare cunt, and she can finally feel him inside her.
"Granger," Draco says cautiously. He doesn't sit on her bed yet. Hermione is already wet, the humidity between her thighs is unbearable.
Hermione hears him swear under his breath and can only assume he sees her knickerless arse and neatly groomed cunt. The hike in Draco's breathing is immediate. Hermione grins into her pillow at her success.
The mattress sinks.
A shudder runs through her when Draco's slender fingers slide along her wet slit. Draco's breath is shaky, she can feel it on her skin. His mouth is so near her. She wants to part her knees for him, fold herself in two for him, and taunt him into making her scream his name.
Slowly, he teases her entrance, but then he withdraws.
The bed rocks. Hermione wonders what he's doing. The sound of fabric against fabric fills the silence of the room.
"Hermione," Draco says her name, a little urgent, a little desperate, testing to see if she's awake. She doesn't respond. She quite likes her name on his lips, especially as broken as he sounds.
The mattress sinks again, this time in two places. One at her knee, the other at her back, and Hermione realises what he intends to do. She almost whimpers in relief. She has to will her back to remain relaxed, fighting the natural arch of it in anticipation of pleasure.
The warm smooth head of his cock presses against where his fingers had just been. Draco inhales sharply at the contact. Carefully, he swipes himself along her wetness and then he sinks into her.
The sensation is immediate. Hermione lets a little moan slip and manages to pass it off as a sleepy sound. Draco has already stiffened behind her, afraid that he may be caught. Hermione makes a fist beneath her pillow, focusing all the tension in her body to her fingers so she can remain completely languid and apparently dead to the world.
Draco's cock isn't all the way inside her. She wants to writhe against him so he knows to bury his full length but she can't. She waits for him to believe she is asleep again, and slowly, he begins to thrust.
The mattress begins to rock with the sway of his hips. The wet sounds of him slipping in and out of her, working his way slowly into her by letting her coat him with her arousal fills her bedroom. With just the sound of their obscenity and Draco's gradually increasing laboured breathing, Hermione wills him to come.
Where will he do it? By the feel of his skin snagging against her skin, she assumes he didn't roll on a condom. Was he going to come inside her? The thought alone made her tighten around him. Draco swears through clenched teeth.
Finally, his cock is entirely buried inside her. Hermione can feel the needy throb of him against her walls and somehow, she knows he is already close. She consciously clenches and unclenches her walls around him, massaging his cock and taking what pleasure she can.
Heat spills into her. Hermione relishes in the press of his pelvis to her arse as he empties into her cunt just the way she wants him to. She's surprised when he withdraws from her only for him to catch his spend in his hand. She pushes what she can out of her body, and then feels him wipe her clean.
It takes minutes after, when her racing heart has finally calmed down, for Draco to return to his bedroom across the corridor.
Hermione slips her toy into her cunt and fucks herself with the lubrication he has left her. She imagines coming on his cock while he lays immobile beneath her, asleep.
In the following days, to remain inconspicuous in her plan, Hermione alternates between no knickers, thongs, and her comfortable cotton knickers. She's delighted by his desperation. Draco, without fail, would slip the thin cloth to the side and bury himself inside her every night.
And every night, Draco cleans his mess from off her cunt and arse, leaving just enough for her to turn onto her back and use what he couldn't clean from inside her to reach her own climax.
Gradually, Draco begins to speak to her again, teasing her every morning as he used to before he had dared to begin fucking her. His eyes would linger as they always had. And now, Hermione can see the hunger, and she imagines his cock stirring with blood at the memory of what her wet cunt feels like.
Now, she finds herself returning his hungry looks and her own knickers would be wet at the breakfast table.
Things change the night Draco brings his friends over. Theo and Blaise are handsome young men and carry an arrogance about them that reminds her of Draco. However, they don't share Draco's scowl and instead have a charm about them that Hermione quite enjoys.
Only when she sees Draco whispering to them and her eyes meet theirs does she wonder what it would be like to have them all.
Hermione expects Draco to sneak into her bedroom once his friends are asleep. She is prepared for it. What she hadn't held out hope for is Draco fulfilling more of her dreams.
The footsteps that softly pad into her bedroom amount to more than one person's.
"Are you sure, man?" Blaise asks, his voice is the deepest of the three. Anxiety peppers his tone.
Hermione has 'fallen asleep' completely naked. One leg is slung over a pillow, perfectly displaying her cunt to them. She decided to be brave tonight, and her face is uncovered.
" Fucking hell, " Theo swears soft and low. Hermione wishes she can see their faces at the sight of her. She loves being admired.
"I've been fucking her for two weeks," Draco says arrogantly, "she hasn't woken up once."
"I don't believe you," Blaise whispers, his voice dripping with disbelief.
"Watch," Draco says. The mattress sinks and Hermione lets her body rock with it. Draco's fingers glide along her slit, catching the slick of her cunt on his skin. Two of his fingers plunge into her at the same time, something he's never done so abruptly. He's trying to prove his point.
Hermione allows him to.
"See?" Draco breathes shakily, curling his fingers into her and sending a shudder through her which she can't show. She swallows her moan as her molars grind together.
"You have to fuck her like this," Draco withdraws his fingers and Hermione feels the familiar shift of the mattress that tells her he's preparing himself.
The head of his cock slips into her easily. It is the thought of people watching her step-brother fuck her that makes her cunt tighten around him. Pressure mounts inside her with the slow stroke of his cock against her walls.
"Don't rock too much. I promise you, she feels amazing. She tightens up and everything."
Hermione becomes hyper-aware of the exact way Draco stretches her open. She wants to slam her hips back against him, to finally come on his real cock instead of her toy she pretends is him after he leaves.
The feel of his length plunging into her and out again, the very wet strings of come sticking to his skin and the underside of her thighs drives her mind wild. The smell of sex is multiplied, and Hermione knows if he could open her eyes, she'll find Draco's best mates with their cocks in their palms.
Draco buries himself to his hilt, spilling hot come into her cunt with a shaky exhale. Hermione's heart is hammering in her chest as she wills herself to lay still. She muses to herself if Draco would ever try to make her come, or if he thinks because she's asleep, it isn't worth it.
Hermione wonders if Theo and Blaise would be up to the task. Draco doesn't clean her. Beneath her, a rag catches the mess he's made; Hermione feels the rough texture of the fabric beneath her thigh where he's tucked it.
The mattress moves and Draco is gone. One of the boys takes his place.
"What if she wakes up?" Blaise asks, the heat of his body already warming the skin of her arse because of his proximity.
"She takes sleeping pills," Draco says confidently. Hermione can't grin, so instead she clenches a hidden fist in victory. "You know what?"
Hands close around her ankles and roll her onto her back. Hermione's heart will surely betray her if they pay any attention to it. Blaise makes a startled sound of surprise and silence follows. Everyone seems to be holding their breath, waiting to see if she wakes.
"See?" Draco says, his point proven. "Now fuck her."
Blaise tentatively presses her thighs apart. Come trickles out of her when she tightens at the thought of being so exposed to them.
A thumb presses onto her clit and Hermione jerks slightly at the contact. She gives a sleepy moan because she thinks not making a sound would be suspicious.
"She sounds hot," Blaise says appreciatively. His thumb presses harder and Hermione fights her body's natural reaction to writhe against him. The press of his cock meets her come-filled entrance. Hermione shatters almost immediately. With the skilled motion of his thumb and the new angle of this cock, Hermione's legs spasm. She allows her face to contort only slightly.
Stars erupt behind her eyelids. Her toes curl before she forces them to relax. Her skin contains fireworks as her muscles tremble.
Theo swears. Draco is silent.
Building a slow rhythm, and careful not to slam into her, Blaise moves his hips. Hermione feels pleasure rise in her like a wave. Her mind is blank. Her tongue is loose. This is nothing like her toys. Blaise using Draco's come as lube is infinitely better than Hermione's almost useless in comparison throes in the sheets.
For the second time tonight, heat spills into her. Hermione counts the pulse of Blaise's cock as he empties himself inside her.
Hermione knows that Blaise's eyes are trained on where his cock is swallowed by her. She would be watching it too if she dared to open her eyes.
Blaise withdraws from inside her, the length of his softening cock dragging against her walls, and climbs off her bed.
Theo is eager and already on the mattress. "Can you flip her over guys? I want to fuck her from behind."
Relief floods Hermione. The temptation to open her eyes and look at them lost in pleasure has been overwhelming. They roll her and leave her arm hanging off the bed. No one fixes her.
Theo pulls her knees together, closes her thighs, and straddles her. Her cunt is already pulsing from her distant orgasm. Her clit rubs against the come-soaked rag beneath her pelvis. Theo's cock slips into her ruined cunt and Hermione exhales in relief.
Theo is braver than Blaise and Draco. His palms cup her arse and knead her flesh gently, parting her so he can sink into her to his base.
His moans are less controlled than the men before him. He fucks her carefully like the first time Draco had snuck into her room and into her cunt.
Theo has waited the longest. He comes quickly and furiously. But he refuses to slow the pump of his hips and swears through his own overstimulated orgasm.
Hermione feels the brush of something against her lips. The sweet scent of herself and the brininess of sex fills her lungs. Someone's cock and fast-moving fist is above her face. By his shaky strained breath, Hermione recognises Draco.
For the first time, Draco shoots come onto her face. Most of the thick hot liquid lands on her cheek and eye, but some of it catches on her bottom lip.
As Theo finally comes to a slow thrust, riding his orgasm for all it was worth, Draco slips the head of his still-oozing cock against her mouth.
Hermione kisses it softly, sucking at the come beading out of him, taking what of him that she can.
Opening one eye, she meets Draco's surprised silver gaze. With a small grin, she kisses his cock again, shuts her eye, and pretends to be asleep.