Room of Lust Indulgence
This... wasn't what Draco hoped to find when he summoned the Room of Requirement. What he asked for was a way to release stress. He expected some gym equipment, books, calming music, not Hermione Granger on a bed fingerfucking herself. How in the hell was this supposed to help him? Was Hogwarts playing pranks on him as payback for siding with He Who Must Not Be Named? Was he not already repaying the school by being the next Defense Against the Dark Arts Teacher?
This won't help him de-stress. And he really wasn't getting horny by seeing Hermione's fingers plunged deep in her pussy. They're so slim, nothing like his own. She would be filled much better if he… whoa! No, no damn way is he thinking about having sex with the woman he hates most in the world.
"Draco Malfoy!" Hermione's shrill voice made him look towards her again, sheets pulled to her modest chest. Perfect handfuls if he had to guess. "Why are you here you pervert?! Get out!"
"I could ask you the same thing Granger. I'm here because the Room brought me here, for some forsaken reason. All I asked for was a way to release my stress." The wizard ran his hand through his blonde hair, reaching just past his shoulders now. He's been growing it out and thinking he would look quite handsome with a ponytail. Eventually.
Hermione frowned, "That's what I asked for too."
Very odd indeed.
"Well, I'm not leaving if that's what you think. Now that I've seen how you take care of stress it gave me an idea." He smirked, cupping the growing bulge in his pants. "If you would please leave."
"You're the one who should leave, Malfoy. I was in here first and you so rudely interrupted me." She shivered under his smug gaze. He couldn't stop looking at her. This Room was messing with his head but… he didn't completely hate it anymore. Surely this was just his dick doing the thinking but he quickly pulled each article of clothing off his body. The suit fell right next to Hermione's dress. Bits of green and red mixing together, reminders of their respective Houses in their time as students.
"Not until I take care of this." Draco knelt on the edge of the bed, his erection grasped in his hand. "It's rude to stare."
"Ha, says the one who was just watching me." A strong blush ran down Hermione's neck but her legs opened as well. What ever was influencing Draco was having an effect on her too. "You're not really gonna do this while I'm here are you? What if…" Draco interrupted her by sliding his hand down to his balls and then all the way up, "Are you trying to make me leave by grossing me out?"
Why, yes he was, "Not as stupid as you look, are you, Granger." Draco didn't fully respect her still, but he could say that she has some skill with magic. Nowhere near that of a wizard who has generations of magic running through his veins, but some skill. "You can stay and watch if you want."
The thought of her watching him made his cock twitch in his hand. She should be glad he was giving her a show.
"You'll never see a cock better then mine and you know it." Strokes followed each word he spoke, his breathing growing deeper, shallow. "It's the kind of cock someone like you could only dream of having."
"Like I want it." But she was still moving her hand down, pushing the sheet of herself and giving him a good view of her wet pussy. "My fingers could do better then you ever could." Hermione let her head fall back as she pushed two fingers into her pussy. In and out as Draco subconsciously rolled his hips together with her. The lewd, wet noises drove him insane. He could almost smell how horny she was right now. There was some kind of sweet scent in the air but he was too busy inching closer to the fellow teacher to think about what it was, or what it was doing to him.
"You like tests as I recall. Shall we test out your claim?" He couldn't believe he was doing this, moving Hermione's hand away. Was she always smaller than him? So small he could easily wrap his hand around her wrist. She had smooth skin that's for sure, where his was rough, with some scars he got training at home and later on.
She answered him by drawing back until her back was against the headboard of the bed. She won't give him the satisfaction of him seeing her underneath him.
No surprise she was so wet, she'd already been going since before he came in. His hard cock slid in easily, gripped by her tight walls. Her nails dug into his shoulders at the intrusion. If he was a romantic man, which he could be but not right now, he would let her adjust before starting to move. Instead of a whine he got a moan, "Do you like it when it hurts? You little masochist. Should have known, you act so strong but as soon as I get my cock in you- ouch! You bitch!"
A grin spread across her lips as he tore his head away from her grip. "I know a silencing spell Draco. If you don't want me to use it on you I suggest you do what you're good for." Her legs hooked on his hips, his strong hands gripping her thighs in aid. "Fuck me."
Draco rolled his eyes, "You never learned any manners I see. Be grateful for this."
Hips pressed against each other, Hermione's eyes closing at the feeling of fullness and then emptiness. Draco didn't care about being gentle or nice or slow with her. This wasn't lovemaking, this was fucking, lustful, primal, animalistic fucking. That's all he wanted now, it's all this would ever be. A grunt left his tightly sealed lips as Hermione clenched her pussy around him, along with her legs, urging him to thrust faster. It wasn't enough, he needed to make her moan, scream, only then will he feel like he was doing this right. His legs pushed hers further apart, hips snapping forward with a mission. It wasn't long before he saw her biting her lower lip.
"What's the matter, Granger, won't moan for me?" She narrowed her eyes at him, "Your angry face is so hot. Do you know how many times I get a boner when I know that I've pissed you off?"
"You're a psychopath." She pulled on his hair again so he couldn't look at her, but it only made his hips snap against hers harder, filling the Room with loud slapping sounds, his cock wet with her arousal. "Fu- pull out, now!"
He didn't have to, she pushed him and immediately started rubbing her clit as he hoisted her legs over his shoulders and watched her reach climax. He wasn't far behind her, actually he was about ready to ejaculate while still inside her. A dangerous thought but it was just what he needed to come.
"Gross." Hermione cringed as his cum pooled on her stomach.
"For once we agree." He wasn't a big fan of making a mess when he had sex. Or pillow talk. "The Room should provide you with a bath when I leave."
There was no need for him to stay here any longer. Part of him wanted to. He squashed it down as he hastily dressed himself. Hermione wrapped the bedsheet around herself, waiting to catch her breath. Her face looked so pretty when she came. He wanted to see it again. Would she be here next time he needed stress release? Was this why the Room of Requirement led him here?
Really who were the two of them to question the strange ways of magic?