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Chapter Four
Hermione grunted. This whole debacle was giving her a monumental headache.
“Settle what exactly, Weasel-Bee?” Draco asked with a sneer.
Ron took a step further into the alley. “The fact that you’re fucking my girlfriend and that it has to stop. Hermione and I will deal with patching things up after you’re out of the picture!”
He took two more steps.
Hermione screamed in frustration, “This is pathetic! I am not your girlfriend anymore! You saw to that. Patch things up?! Is hitting me your way of ‘fixing things’, you stupid fuck?!”
Draco had almost forgotten that. Well, he actually did forget about it, being too concerned with Hermione sucking him off in the alley. He snarled at Ron and slipped out his wand.
“Who taught you that hitting women was okay?”
“I’ll do whatever I think is necessary to protect my relationship! This isn’t any of your business anyway!”
Hermione watched Ron edge his way further into the alley. She wanted nothing more then to jinx him but she remembered the stinging pain in her face from when he’d slapped her and then the morbid satisfaction she felt when she punched him in that craw he called a mouth.
“It’s a good thing she’s not your girlfriend anymore, then.”
Ron’s ears went red. “Well then whose girlfriend is she?”
Draco laughed; he’d completely stepped into that one. “Assuming she was a piece of meat two dogs were fighting over, which she most obviously isn’t, quite obviously mine.”
Both Hermione and Ron stared at him. Had he grown a second head he hadn’t seen yet?
Ron sputtered while Hermione grinned. “What makes you say that?!”
The blonde shrugged as if it were obvious, “I take her on dates, I fuck her the way she wants to be fucked, we have thought provoking conversations and I, as a true man, don’t hit her.”
The redness from his ears spread across his face and neck. Two more steps. He was now only about twenty feet away.
Hermione was still smiling. Draco had called her his girlfriend. She didn’t even think hearing something like that would please her as much as it did!
“Do you get it now Ron? We’re over and done with! Draco just proved that! Why can’t you just accept it?”
Ron hung his head. “Because I love you. I wanted us to get married. Me and Lavender was just a mistake!”
“Are you proposing to me?”
“You wouldn’t say yes, would you?”
“No, Ron, I wouldn’t.”
The silence was thick enough to slice with a knife. Hermione saw everything that happened next in slow-motion.
Ron screamed and lifted his wand with lightening speed.
“Crucio!”
The spell was aimed at Draco. Hermione reacted only a hair second faster then Draco did. She screamed out a deflector spell and the ‘Crucio’ bounced back at Ron.
The spell him square in the chest. He dropped to the ground in agony, voicing his pain loudly.
Draco breathed out; it hissing through his clenched teeth, “Thanks.”
“No problem.”
Hermione let up the spell from Ron’s body and he lay there, unconscious from the pain that wracked through his body seconds earlier.
“Think he’s dead?” Hermione asked.
“Doubtful, although I wish it would have. Then we could have had sex on the body in victory.”
Hermione laughed at the morbid joke. “I’d much rather have sex where someone wouldn’t catch us in the act for once.”
Draco pouted, “What’s the fun in that?”
She laughed again and kissed him on the cheek. “Let’s go, boyfriend.”
He liked the way that sounded slipping out of her rosy colored lips. “Should we leave him here?”
“He’ll wake up and take the secret passage way inside the candy store back to Hogwarts. Maybe he’ll leave me alone this time. Let’s go get that candy you promised me. Maybe they have body chocolates?”
She winked at him and Draco pinched her butt. They ran into Honeydukes, laughing along the way.
Ron laid dejected and unconscious in the alley-way. Hopefully he woke up in time for dinner.
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Thanksgiving came and went. The feast was magnificent and by then the whole school knew that Hermione and Draco were a couple.
Ron finally gave up on trying to force Hermione to come back to him and began his ill-tempered attempts at trying to seduce other female students he crossed to love him.
Life at Hogwarts kept creeping along.
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December first began the start of mid-terms. While most students had anywhere from three to five classes to test in, both Hermione and Draco had eight. That left very little time for their sexy shenanigans and both were becoming exceedingly frustrated because of it.
“Hermione, come on. Just play with it a little!” Draco whined, “It won’t take that long!”
She laughed at him. She glanced up from her Advanced Herbology book and shook her head. The two were studying in the library behind the stacks.
“You should be studying, Draco, not asking for sexual favors.”
“I can’t study like you! I’ve read this shit twice already.”
Hermione sighed. She knew how he felt. Plants weren’t that hard and she’d studied the material five times over, and she was so sexually frustrated.
She smirked, shut her book and set it on the table. “Make some room for me to sit on the table in front of you.”
Draco obliged happily, wonder what she had in store for them. He shoved back his Herbology notes and book to the other end of the table, almost toppling over the other end.
Hermione hopped onto the table and settled at the edge with a leg on either side of Draco’s, who was still seated. “If you want me to play with your bits, you have to play with mine first.”
He groaned, and felt himself twitch. He loved it when she was demanding.
Leaning over, he snuggled his head underneath her skirt. A hand snaked up to push her underwear to the side. His tongue snaked out to softly test her folds. He heard her giggle and felt her left leg twitch slightly.
Draco loved the way he could make her react. He licked her again, this time his tongue slipping slightly inside her folds. She moaned softly.
His other hand slipped up to aid in the pleasure-making experience. He spread her open, and his tongue lapped at the sides of her bits happily. Her moans, giggles and twitches made his own body groan with excitement.
It wasn’t long before he heard her breath hitching. He slipped two fingers inside of her and hooked them upward toward her belly and sucked on the precious little nub of nerves he knew so well.
Hermione had to chew on her tie to keep from screaming as her orgasm hit her in waves of pleasure.
She screamed over her tie, which was stuffed in her mouth, and Draco smiled as her leg twitched with residual waves of pleasure.
Once her senses came back to her she placed a foot on Draco’s chair, in between his legs, and pushed him backwards to make sliding off the table easier.
She slide to her knees and pushed his legs apart so she could sit on her calves, comfortably in between them.
Draco watched her as she unzipped his pants and pulled out the part of him that had been dying to be played with for the longest time.
Hermione licked the underside of Draco’s cock from the base to the tip, swirling her tongue across the head.
She could hear grunts coming from the man she was teasing.
“Merlin, Hermione. You’re so talented.”
In response, Hermione swallowed his entire length. He groaned roughly and tangled his fingers in her long, bushy hair.
Pumping her mouth up and down along Draco’s length, it didn’t take near as long as she’d predicted for him to start tensing up.
He released into her mouth with a thick grunt, and she didn’t hesitate to clean him up afterwards.
With the last lick, Hermione tucked him back into his pants and stood up, taking her place in her original chair. “Feeling better?”
He sighed. “Much.”
“So much for not doing it in a place we wouldn’t get caught.”
“Yeah, but, at least this time no one saw us. And if they did, they’ve learned not to say anything.”
Hermione laughed, “Shut the fuck up and finish your studying.”
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