Hermione walked confidently to the Gryffindor corridor. She knew there was a small party going on in the common room that night, it being a Saturday night and all, but she doubted there would be many people left. She didn’t much care though.
The Fat Lady was awake, reading a novel in her painting. “Oh, dear girl! What happened to you? Do I need to fetch Madam Pomfrey?”
Hermione giggled at the woman, shook her head and calmly said the password. The portrait swung open and she stepped inside.
The party had all but died down, save a few people scattered around, and finishing off the last of the alcohol. Harry and Ron were sitting on the plush couch closest to the fireplace when they shot up upon her arrival.
“Hermione! What happened?!” Ron squealed, his face turning red in worry.
“Nothing for you to be concerned about, Ronald.” She said as she strutted by them to her set of stairs. He put his hand on her wrist to spin her around.
“You’ve been missing since…since…” He spluttered at his mistake.
Her eyes went narrow, almost shutting completely, “Since I found you fucking Lavender? Is that what you were going to say?”
The stray partiers turned and looked at the pair. Harry stood off to the side with a confused look in his eyes. Hermione stared them down and they scattered. “Remove your hand from my wrist, Ronald.”
He held onto it a moment longer, “Just tell me what happened to you! Whose shirt is that?”
She smirked and she could see the realization hit his eyes, and his ears began to turn red. “It belongs to a man who knows how to please a woman, now let me go or you’ll regret ever having laid a hand on me.”
Ron released his hand and stared as she ascended the staircase that lead to her Head Girl dormitory. He couldn’t believe what she’d just said.
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Two weeks passed without further incident. Rumors went flying around Hogwarts over the body bruises Hermione had. She ignored them. More pointedly, she ignored Ron, and every attempt he made to talk with her.
She ate meals alone, or with Ginny, she studied in her Dorm and sat amongst the Slytherins in class. Being the head girl, no one dared questioned her seating choices.
It was roughly five o’clock when classes started to file out for dinner. For a mid-September day, it was unseasonably warm. Hermione had loosened her tie and undid a couple buttons to her school shirt.
She was walking down an empty hallway near the Great Hall when she passed an open closet door. She was unprepared for the strong, tone arm that wrapped around her waist. A hand snaked over her mouth as she tried to scream, and she was pulled into the dark confines of the closet.
“Shut up, mudblood, I’m not going to hurt you…Yet.” A masculine voice said in the darkness that was the broom closet.
Hermione heaved a deep breath and nodded for him to let go of her mouth. “Next time just ask me to come in the closet. It’s not like I would have said no.”
She reached up and pulled the chain that illuminated the light bulb. It was dying, but it was bright enough for her to make out Draco Malfoy in his uniform clothes, book back snuggled into the corner behind a box.
She dropped her bag on the floor with a thud as Malfoy starting roaming her chest with his large, rough hands. “What exactly do you think you’re doing, Slytherin?”
He grumbled as his hands began unbuttoning her shirt. His nimble fingers deftly unhooked them one-by-one. “I’m molesting you in a broom cupboard, quite obviously.”
She laughed and shoved him back as he got the last button up and her shirt free from her skirt and he landed in a dusty old chair. Her shirt sat open, invitingly, her green and white polka dotted bra enticing him. “I said you had to furnish the alcohol the next time.”
Draco made the move to stand up but she shoved him back down in the chair and straddled his lap, her skirt riding dangerously high on her thighs. “And yet, I see no alcohol anywhere in sight.”
He smirked before digging his long fingers into the flesh of her thighs and grinding her down further into his lap. She felt the bulge growing against her underwear. “It feels better when you aren’t inebriated. It took me almost a week to realize it really happened and not just some sick, twisted dream.”
Hermione laughed at him, “Allow me to prove to you it wasn’t a dream this time, yes?”
She didn’t wait for an answer as she pulled her tie from around her neck and deftly maneuvered Malfoy’s arms behind the back of the chair, where she used it to tie his arms at the elbows.
Draco groaned and pulled against the tie. It held its place well enough. He knew he could get loose if he had truly wanted to, but they both knew that. He sat quietly and obediently as Hermione slide from his lap and onto the floor. She leaned back on her haunches and started at him curiously, her head tilted to the side.
“What’s your input on what I should do first?”
He shrugged. His pants were starting to strain against him, and it hurt. “As long as it involves you doing something to my dick in the next minute or so, I don’t particularly care.”
She grinned then raked her long, sharp nails gently over his bulging pants. Even through two layers of fabric, she felt it twitch. “I think I’ll leave that be for just a bit. I’d much rather get myself in the mood first, while you watch.”
The grunt that came from his lips was a funny one, but Hermione ignored it pointedly as she slipped her open school shirt from her shoulders and tossed it on top of a box. She pushed herself back up against an empty space of wall, not more then two feet from where Draco sat, and planted her feet firmly on the floor, knees bent, legs open.
He could see straight past her skirt to her green, cotton thong. Seeing his colors on a sexy girl, especially the enemy, turned him on faster then he’d ever thought possible. He watched her as she slipped the panties from her body, over her knees and placed it next to her shirt.
Spacing her legs a little further apart, she stared at the Slytherin Prince as he watched her lick two of her fingers then edge them to her folds.
Hermione teased herself torturously as she dipped her two fingers in and out of her body to Draco’s satisfaction. She moaned and used her free hand to rub a breast through her bra.
It didn’t take long before her breath started to hitch as she neared her climax. Draco saw it and Hermione felt it. Her pace was starting to increase.
“You had better stop right now. I’m not going to sit here and just let you get off with me watching. I’ll destroy another piece of your fucking school uniform!”
The cursing statement jarred Hermione out of her game and her fingers stilled. She smiled and slowly pulled her fingers from her and stood up.
“Is that right?” she asked.
Draco growled at her, “That is right. Now untie me or I’ll make good on it.”
She strutted the two feet of distance between them and straddled his lap again. She attentively licked one of her fingers she’d just been using to masturbate in front of him. “I will if you clean off my hand.”
He didn’t try waiting for her to put her hand near his face. He leaned over and captured the two fingers in his mouth and licked them clean, as if she’d just washed her hands. He was in heaven. Now if only she’d fucking untie him.
Hermione made good on her promises. Besides, she didn’t want another piece of destroyed clothing.
As soon as the tie hit the ground he was on her like a tiger on an elk. She squeaked in excitement as he slammed her up against the wall and unbuckled his pants quickly.
Hermione waited patiently, even though it only took the boy a fraction to drop his pants and underwear, before he grabbed her harshly by the thighs and lifted her in the air, forcing her legs around his waist.
Practically impaling her on to him, Draco wasted no time in beginning his rough thrusting, drinking in her nails digging into his shoulders and the constant deep moaning rising from her throat.
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Dinner had come and gone quickly, as it usually did. The students filed out of the Great Hall in an orderly fashion and started to break off to their respective house halls.
Harry, Ron and Ginny all wandered aimlessly, not quite ready to break off for bed. They were unintentionally walking with a small group of Slytherins, most in the same year as them.
All three were talking amongst themselves as they lagged behind the group of enemies intentionally. Hermione wasn’t at dinner. It wasn’t a rare occurrence but usually she’d let someone know before disappearing, even if it was a random student or teacher.
Ron was munching on a stolen dinner roll and speaking to Harry at the same time. “I wonder where she could be. I haven’t spoken to her in almost two weeks! I need to talk to her.”
“Maybe if you hadn’t had gone parading around like a whore, and got caught doing Lavender, she’d still be talking to you.” Harry pointed out.
Red hair matched red ears. “That’s not the –”
A Slytherin loudly shushed him and the three stopped where the group of them had congregated.
Around a broom closet door.
The lot of them heard deep moans, grunts and growls. Everyone was giggling like fourteen year old school girls as they tried to listen in on who it was.
Ron was nudging Harry in the arm when they heard the girl speak. Well, more like scream “Oh Malfoy!”
The color drained from his face. He knew that voice.
Ron shoved the Slytherins out of his way roughly and grabbed the knob of the door. Harry tried to stop him but he just pushed him off and threw open the door. What he saw was not what he expected.
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The door to the broom closet opened so suddenly, neither Draco nor Hermione had much time to react. He had her bent over, palms flat on the seat of the chair, so her plump ass was in the air. Her legs were spread as wide as she could comfortably accommodate, and her skirt was puddle around her waist. Draco had his right hand on her hip and the left tangled in her hair aggressively, yanking her head back as he pumped himself in and out of her.
Both of them stopped moving and turned their heads to the group. Ron was standing in front with no color in his face and a deathly look across his features.
Hermione smirked, “See something you like, Ronald? Now you know who can truly please a woman the way she wants.”
With Malfoy still buried inside of her, she wiggled her butt just a bit and he started back up the aggressively quick pace he was at before the interruption. He was smirking at the back of her head, but everyone knew it was aimed at Ron.
“Now, Ronald, if you don’t mind shutting the door, we were just about finished.” Hermione said with a moan mingled with a laugh.
Draco’s Slytherin buddies began laughing and hooting as one slammed the door shut after pushing Ron out of the way.
“Now where were we, mudblood?” He asked with a particularly aggressive pound.
“We were fucking like wild animals, now shut up and finish your job!”
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