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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Rape/Non-Con, Underage
  Category:
      F/M
  Fandom:
      Harry_Potter_-_J._K._Rowling
  Relationship:
      Hermione_Granger/Draco_Malfoy
  Character:
      Hermione_Granger, Draco_Malfoy
  Additional Tags:
      Dubious_Consent, Vaginal_Sex, Light_Bondage, Dirty_Talk, Oral_Sex, BDSM,
      Vaginal_Fingering, Public_Sex, Humiliation
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      Published: 2017-10-28 Updated: 2017-11-10 Chapters: 2/? Words: 7134
****** A Little Bit Darker ******
by blueberry22
Summary
     Hermione is back at Hogwarts to finish up her seventh year along with
     a few other students in her year. Unfortunately (or fortunately ;D)
     for her, one of the other students happens to be Draco Malfoy.
     Hermione would have been fine with this, if only she could stop
     fantasizing about him. What she doesn't realize is that Draco knows
     of her fantasies, and he has a few of his own that he wants to act
     out. (I forgot to put a disclaimer at the beginning, so just know
     that anything remotely recognizable doesn't belong to me)
Notes
     I added non-con/rape to the tags only because there was some dubious
     consent at the beginning. It is totally consensual later on and in my
     mind they're no longer underage, so I didn't add that as a tag. I
     hope you all enjoy!
See the end of the work for more notes
***** Chapter 1 *****
Hermione Granger was a very sexual person. Not many people knew this about her.
In fact, only two people knew this about her. Viktor Krum and Ronald Weasley.
The only two people she had ever had sex with. She broke up with both of them
when she realized that neither one of them could ever please her sexually.
Okay, that was a little unfair. She had broke up with both of them for several
reasons, but one of the bigger ones was that, despite having sex with them each
several times, neither one of them had ever been able to bring her to orgasm.
It was pretty sad.
That was one thing that she could never get over. She could easily bring
herself to a decent orgasm, but nobody else had ever managed it. She was now
eighteen years old, back at Hogwarts to complete her seventh year, and nobody
but herself had ever brought her to orgasm. Her horniness had reached such a
high level that a day scarcely went by where she didn’t masturbate at least
once.
Hermione had recently had an interesting thought, though. She realized that she
was romantically attracted to nice guys, but when she was in bed she always
craved something a little darker. Someone a little darker.
So she now had her sights set on someone quite a bit darker. Draco Malfoy was
one of the few in her year that returned. Though his past few years had been
absolute hell for him, he had matured a lot. Mentally and physically matured.
He was no longer picking on younger and weaker kids, and seemed to be taking
everything quite seriously now. He kept to himself mostly these days. He didn’t
talk with the others very much and preferred to spend his time alone. Hermione
had to admit that the mysterious and brooding thing he had going was really
working for him.
Not many had returned to Hogwarts to redo their seventh year. Hermione was the
only Gryffindor. This was yet another reason that Hermione had broken up with
Ron; he had no ambition and didn’t approve of Hermione’s will to finish her
education. Anyways, the only other people who returned were Draco Malfoy,
Blaise Zabini, Daphne Greengrass, Ernie MacMillan, Hannah Abbott, and Anthony
Goldstein.
Anyways, it was now Friday and Hermione was in her NEWT potions class. She was
keeping herself busy by staring at Malfoy rather than paying attention to her
potion, which was now beginning to overheat. She watched as Malfoy deftly
sliced some Valerian root for his Draught of Peace, and she was becoming
entranced with the way that his arms looked as he stirred his potion. Malfoy
then turned and looked at Hermione right in the eyes, before smirking a little
and returning to his potion.
She managed to snap out of her reverie just before her potion exploded on
everybody, but it would most definitely be ruined. Third ruined potion this
month. Professor Slughorn would not be pleased, and she wasn’t either. This
crush of hers was interfering with her classes, which was something that she
hated herself for. And yet, she couldn’t help but be distracted by the suave
sexiness of Malfoy.
After dinner, Hermione went to the library to study, as per routine. She sat
down at her usual table, and didn’t fail to notice that Malfoy was already at
his usual table in the back corner of the room. They both studied in the
library every night, but they never made anything more than eye contact.
Hermione often noticed Malfoy staring at her, but she forced herself to ignore
it, or risk blushing darker than a tomato.
It was almost curfew and Hermione was putting away some books in the far end of
the library, completely hidden by the front desk by a series of bookshelves.
All of a sudden, Hermione felt a hand clamp around her mouth and an arm wrap
around her waist. She started struggling, but the person behind her was much
bigger and stronger than she was. She then went to Plan B and started screaming
her head off.
“Nobody will hear you scream, little Mudblood. I put up some wards around this
section so that Madam Pince won’t hear or see us” said the silky voice of Draco
Malfoy.
As if on cue, the lights dimmed and Hermione heard the huge library doors slam
shut and seal themselves magically. They were now alone.
It was quite dark, but the moonlight streaming through the windows was enough
to see shadows. The hand covering Hermione’s mouth let go and started caressing
her neck in a way that would have been arousing if Hermione wasn’t currently
being attacked. Hermione started struggling as hard as she could.
“Let…go…Malfoy” she panted in between violent struggles, but Malfoy didn’t let
up.
“Not a chance, dear. I know you’ve been fantasizing about me. I know how you
think I’m sexy. You spent the entirety of Potions period today just staring at
my hands. Do you want for these hands to touch you, Mudblood?” he whispered in
her ear, causing her to shiver both in fear and arousal.
Malfoy smiled in satisfaction, obviously satisfied that he had Hermione
cornered, but Hermione took this momentary pause to stomp hard on his toe and
elbow him in the ribs. Malfoy released her in pain, and Hermione managed to
jump away. Her hand reached for her wand in the pocket of her robes, but found
nothing there. Malfoy recovered from his pain and noticed Hermione looking for
her wand.
“Looking for this?” he smirked through his grimace of pain, pulling Hermione’s
wand out of his own pocket. Hermione blanched. Malfoy raised his own wand and
pointed it at Hermione.
“What do you want with me, Malfoy?” Hermione asked, trying to stall so she
could come up with some sort of plan.
“I want to reenact some of your fantasies, Granger. How about the one that you
came up with in Charms the other day? You know, the one where I tied you up and
ate you out like some sugar-depraved child licking at an ice cream cone…oh,
wait! We’re in the library right now, so how about the one where I fucked you
silly on one of the desks over there?” Malfoy said with an evil glint in his
eyes.
“H-how did you…wha—how?” Hermione stuttered in absolute mortification and fear.
“I’ve spent the last two years under the special instruction of the Dark Lord.
You thought he would leave me defenceless? He taught me occlumency and
legilimency right off the bat. I hated it then, but these past few weeks my
legilimency has provided me with some wonderful entertainment. Tell me,
Granger, do you really fantasize about me forcing you to choke on my dick?”
Malfoy chuckled sexily.
Hermione gulped audibly. Was Malfoy saying that he was actually going to force
her to give him head right now? She had only ever given head twice, and both
were to Ron during their time in the woods.
“Relax, Granger. I’m not going to force you into anything. Despite my
reputation, I’m not actually evil” he said drily. A small wave of relief
flooded Hermione’s body, but she wasn’t going to trust him completely.
“If you’re not going to force me, then why are we alone in the library past
curfew?” Hermione asked apprehensively.
“I just wanted to tell you that I fantasize about you, too” Malfoy said, giving
Hermione a once over and licking his lips slowly. It was just about the sexiest
thing Hermione had ever seen and she could feel a small tug of arousal in her
stomach.
Hermione didn’t know how to respond to that, but she wasn’t given any time to.
Malfoy pushed her up against a bookshelf, pinning her hands above her head. He
then put his lips so close to Hermione’s ear that his breath tickled her when
he whispered “I know about your little problem, and I can help you with it.” He
then licked the shell of her ear, making her shiver violently, and her arousal
increase exponentially.
“So what do you say, Granger?” Malfoy asked, whispering so close to her ear
that she could hardly think. And yet despite this, Hermione barely hesitated to
nod her consent. Hermione almost moaned when Malfoy’s eyes lit up with an evil
look, and his smirk went from moderately smug to positively shit-eating.
He then bent down and started kissing and nipping the column of Hermione’s
throat, her arms still pinned high above her head. Hermione could no longer
hold back her moans, and started becoming more and more vocal. There was
something so dangerous about Malfoy that made him so utterly delectable.
Neither Ron, nor Viktor had ever been able to make kissing so sexy.
“Mmmmm…such a vocal little kitten…” Malfoy breathed against her collar bone.
“Too many clothes…”
And with that, Malfoy started stripping Hermione down. He started by loosening
her tie and slowly pulling it off with one hand, before magically binding
Hermione’s hands with it, and keeping them in place above her head using a
sticking charm against a shelf. He then proceeded to slowly unbutton Hermione’s
shirt and let it drop to the floor, revealing her white, lacy bra.
“Hmmm…the Mudblood’s got tits. Who knew?” he taunted evilly while sliding his
hands torturously slow down Hermione’s sides to rest on her hips. “But I think
we’ll keep that sexy bra on for now, just for fun” he mumbled, while unzipping
her skirt.
“Gods, Malfoy” Hermione moaned helplessly. She was closer to climaxing now,
just with Malfoy’s words and light touches than she ever was with Ron and
Viktor.
“Now we’ll have none of that. If you’re moaning, you’ll be moaning my first
name” he corrected her distractedly. He dropped her skirt, leaving her in only
her knickers and bra.
All of a sudden, Draco freed her hands and dragged her somewhat roughly over to
one of the desks. He lifted her as though she weighed next to nothing, and laid
her down on her back with her butt near the edge of the desk. He slowly peeled
her drenched panties off of her and pulled them down her legs. He then sniffed
them with a hungry sort of look, then pocketed them. Hermione shivered and
moaned simultaneously. She noticed that Draco was still fully dressed, and that
somehow added to her arousal.
Draco positioned her legs so that her feet were at either side of her butt,
leaving her spread wide open for him. He then sat down on a chair between her
legs and stared at Hermione’s pussy in a way that made her blush violently in
embarrassment, but also gush juices from her pussy. She was so wet that she
could feel the juices drip all down her ass crack. All that from simply kissing
her neck and undressing her.
“Merlin, you’re wet. Oh, I never imagined that a Mudblood could smell so sweet.
I can’t wait to taste you…” Draco murmured. His words and voice were pure sex.
Hermione wiggled around uncomfortably, needing friction and shivering at the
cool air touching her soaked pussy.
“Oh, but we can’t have you moving. That would just ruin it for me…immobulus” he
said in a smug voice that would soak any knickers. “You see, kitten, all of
your fantasies of me included me taking my pleasure from your body, so that’s
exactly what I’m going to do” he explained while tracing patterns slowly down
the insides of her thighs, slowly approaching her pussy.
“Your body is mine tonight, for me to do whatever I want with it. I could fuck
you raw, taking you doggy-style on the librarian’s desk. I could shove my cock
down that pretty throat of yours until you choke, blocking your airway until I
see fit to let you breath again. I could even refuse to touch you at all, and
simply masturbate to the sight of you, letting my cum mark you as my property.
You’re here for my pleasure tonight, so consider yourself lucky if I so much as
touch you, let alone allow you to cum” Draco purred, his face so close to
Hermione’s pussy that she could feel the warm air of his words tickle her clit.
She moaned deeply and tried to buck her hips, but found herself incapable of
moving at all due to the spell. He was going to drive her mad.
Without further ado, Draco lowered his face to Hermione’s pussy and licked at
her outer labia. Hermione moaned, feeling the knot in her stomach tighten from
the feeling, then slacken again as he paused. Hermione couldn’t see his face,
but she could feel him staring at her pussy.
“So deliciously responsive. I can actually see your little pussy hole dripping
its juices out” he chuckled darkly. “Look! It’s doing it right now!” He said,
tracing around her hole with his finger, causing Hermione to gasp in pleasure.
Then she saw his silvery blond head dipping out of sight again, and then she
felt him licking away at her pussy. “Mmmm…so delicious…maybe you could be my
dessert every night…I could finish dinner and meet you in the room of
requirement just so I can lap up your sweetness. I would eat you instead of my
pudding…such a sweet wet cunt should be savoured like the dessert it is” he
murmured into Hermione’s pussy, causing a vibrating sensation. Hermione could
feel herself getting closer and closer to the edge, his words affecting her
almost as much as his touches. Damn, he was amazing at dirty talking.
Draco was now positively devouring her pussy, but purposefully avoiding her
clit. Hermione wanted so bad to thrash around in pleasure, but the spell was
still intact. Draco stuck his tongue into Hermione’s pussy, and that almost
sent her into her orgasm. Almost.
“Now, now slut,” Hermione groaned at the name, “you may only cum when I give my
express permission. If you don’t, I’ll be forced to punish you. And no matter
how delicious a punishment sounds, you won’t like it very much. You’re here for
my pleasure, remember?” he smirked evilly.
And with that, he continued feasting on her pussy. Soon enough, Hermione was on
the edge again.
“Please” she moaned. Despite her jaw being frozen, she found she could still
move her lips.
“Not yet, kitten. Be patient, you’re almost there.”
“Draco…I can’t.”
“Yes you can, and when I tell you to cum, you will call my name, got it? Now
shut up and let me enjoy my snack” he snapped harshly, making her want to cum
even more.
Hermione groaned in frustration, but concentrated all of her efforts into not
cumming. Soon enough, she heard the magic words.
“Cum for me, kitten” he purred as he sucked her clit into his mouth and shoved
two fingers inside her drenched hole. Somehow, as Draco spoke the words, his
immobulus ended and Hermione was able to thrash and buck her hips to her
heart’s content. It was the strongest orgasm she had ever had, causing her to
scream out in intense pleasure.
Draco continued to suck and lick at her clit until her orgasm ended, and once
she was really still again, he pulled his fingers out of her. They were
positively drenched in Hermione’s juices, and Draco looked at them as though
they were a delicious snack. Hermione thought he was going to lick his fingers
clean as well, but she was wrong. He put them to her lips and said “suck them
clean” in a hoarse and lustful voice.
Hermione complied and sucked them as though they were his dick. Draco groaned
and for the first time, Hermione saw his arousal. There was a rather large
bulge in his pants, and Hermione couldn’t help but stare at it. Draco noticed.
“Hmmm…is my little slut hungry for my cock?” he asked, lifting an eyebrow in
amusement.
Hermione nodded fervently. She was picturing how big and beautiful it would be,
and there was nothing she wanted more in the world right now than to have
Draco’s dick in her mouth.
“Say it out loud, slut. Beg for it like the Mudblood you are.”
Hermione gulped, but his words sent a wave of arousal through her body. “Please
Draco, I want to suck your dick. Please…I need to suck on it like the cockslut
I am” she begged, adding the cockslut part for good measure. She had never
wanted to give head to anybody more than she did right now.
Draco paused and looked as though he was deliberating a tough decision. Finally
he looked right into Hermione’s eyes with a fierce intensity.
“No, you do not have permission to suck my dick. The first time I cum will be
inside that tight, hot pussy of yours” Draco growled, causing Hermione to moan
in a mixture of excitement and disappointment.
He then ended his spell, untied Hermione’s wrists and pulled her up to her
feet, all in a matter of seconds. He then snaked his arm around her back, then
crashed his lips to hers. It was the first time he had actually kissed her, and
it was wondrous. His lips were pressed hard against hers, and his tongue darted
out to meet hers. To taste her. Hermione moaned into the kiss, and she could
feel Draco’s sexy Slytherin smirk against her lips. One of his hands bunched in
her hair, deepening the kiss, while Hermione’s hands were fisted in his shirt,
pulling him closer.
Finally, while still kissing her, Draco brought both hands behind her to undo
the clasp of her bra. He then slowly, tortuously slid the straps down her arms
and threw the bra away. He then released Hermione from the kiss so that he
could see her breasts for the first time. Hermione blushed as he licked his
lips.
“So fucking perfect” Draco whispered, before bringing his hands up to cup her
breasts. Hermione groaned at the feel of his hands, so smooth but rough at the
same time. He expertly rolled her nipples that were already hard as rocks, and
Hermione was panting. She had never seen the appeal of having her breasts
played with, but Draco did it in a way that made her gasp and moan. He
definitely seemed satisfied with the noises that she was making, as his smirk
was a wonderful combination of smug and hungry.
“Fuck Draco…just fuck me already” Hermione moaned, rubbing her thighs together
in arousal.
“With pleasure” Draco said with a dark chuckle. She started to undo the buttons
of his shirt, but he waved her arms away. He pulled his wand out again and
vanished his clothes.
Hermione couldn’t help but gawk at him. She had known he had a good body just
from staring at him in class, but this was crazy. He looked like he just walked
out of Witch Weekly’s Eligible Wizards section. She couldn’t linger very long
on his rock-hard biceps or abs, though. Her eyes seemed impossibly drawn to
Draco’s penis. Suffice it to say that it dwarfed any other penis that she’d
ever seen.
“Like what you see, kitten?”
Hermione didn’t realize that she’d nodded until Draco laughed. She was blushing
like mad, and though staring at his body for this long felt rude, she couldn’t
have stopped it if she wanted to. Luckily (or not, depends how one would view
it) Draco stepped closer to her and began kissing her again so that she
couldn’t stare anymore.
Draco pushed Hermione back onto the table so that she was leaning back on her
forearms. He then broke off the kiss to speak.
“I told you earlier that I could help you with your little problem. What you
experienced earlier was just the entrée. Just a little taste tester, if you
will. The games are over, now. Prepare yourself for the main course.”
Hermione nodded fervently, earning a low chuckle from Draco. He then used his
hands to spread Hermione’s knees and position her like he had earlier. When his
dick was finally (finally!) lined up with her entrance, he slowly pushed in.
Hermione was grateful for this because Draco felt massive inside of her. He
seemed to understand this, as he stilled himself when he was fully sheathed
within her. It took her a minute to fully adjust to his size, and then she
nodded gratefully.
He then slowly began pumping in and out of her, and it felt great. Nothing
amazing yet, but still much better than it had ever felt. They both started
panting, and Draco sped up a little. He moved his miraculous hands back to her
breasts and started massaging them again. This made the feeling intensify, and
Hermione was loving it. After a few minutes, he slid Hermione further onto the
table and jumped on as well so that he was coming at her from above. This
position provided a different angle, and Merlin did it feel good.
When he sucked Hermione’s nipple into his mouth, she yelped loudly. His newly-
freed hand found its way to Hermione’s clit and started circling it
deliciously.
“Oh god…oh Merlin Draco…” she found herself moaning, not even capable of
forming coherent thoughts. How on earth did Draco manage to still talk dirty to
her?
“Fuck, Hermione! Your cunt is so tight, it’s a wonder that it’s not still
virginal! Remember, you only cum when I tell you to…”
Before long, Draco’s ministrations on her body had her on the edge again. Draco
made her wait what seemed like forever—though it surely wasn’t more than a
minute or two—before she was allowed to cum. When he gave the final command
“cum with me”, he pinched her clit and bit down on her nipple simultaneously,
causing a tidal wave of arousal to wash through her as her orgasm began. She
heard Draco give some loud grunts, then she felt him fill her with his seed.
It took a few minutes for them to calm down and catch their breaths. When
Hermione made to climb off the table, Draco looked at her with a funny
expression.
“Where are you going, kitten?” he asked with a raised eyebrow.
“Wha—we’re not done?” Hermione asked, totally lost.
“Of course not, I still haven’t taken you from behind on the librarian’s desk
like you fantasized” he said, his sexy voice still in play.
He walked up to Hermione and kissed her so well that her gut clenched and her
toes curled. This was going to be a long, but wonderful night…
***** Coitus in the Classroom *****
Chapter Notes
     Hey everyone! This fic is doing so much better than I had
     anticipated, so here I am with another chapter, as promised. I hope
     you all enjoy!
See the end of the chapter for more notes
Hermione walked into Charms class to find a group of students crowding around
the chalkboard. She made her way over to see what all the commotion was about.
On it was a list of student names and spell names. At the top of the board, the
words Partner Research Project were written in Flitwick’s handwriting.
This got the best of Hermione’s curiosity, and she stood on her tip-toes to see
over the tops of her classmates’ heads, hoping to spot who her partner was and
which topic they would research. Unfortunately, she was much smaller than her
peers and she couldn’t find her name. She was just about to try and squeeze her
way through the crowd of chattering students when she felt the presence of
someone behind her.
“You’re with me, Granger” said the person, in a haughty voice that was all too
familiar. He had stepped so close to her that she could feel the heat radiating
off his body. He wasn’t touching her, though. God she wanted for him to…
“And our topic?” she breathed out, not bothering to turn around. The idea of
having to work with Draco Malfoy on this project was already providing her with
some more sexual fantasies. She hoped that they would soon be realized.
“The Auxilius charm.”
His voice was slightly deeper than usual—his sex voice. Hermione recalled the
last time he had used that voice on her. It had been three days ago, when he
had pulled her behind the statue of the one-eyed witch, whispered naughty
things in her ear, kissed her thoroughly enough to turn her to goo, then left
her wet and wanting. Totally unsatisfied.
Hermione finally turned around to look him in the face. He was so close that
she had to really crane her neck back in order to look him in the eyes. He had
a sexy glint in his eyes that told her exactly how this project was going to
go.
And Merlin did she ever look forward to it.
Class began and Flitwick directed everyone to sit with their partners. Draco
led her quickly to the desk at the back corner of the class. They were two-
seater benches, which meant that she and Draco would be relatively alone
together at the back of the class. This had the potential of being quite the
interesting project…
As Flitwick explained the project to the class, Hermione’s brain wandered off
into its happy place, fantasizing about the Slytherin to her right. She nearly
squeaked in surprise when she felt a pinch on her inner-thigh. She looked up at
Draco in a mixture of bewilderment and lust. He simply quirked an eyebrow at
her, then looked down at his crotch, where a bulge was starting to form.
He was using legilimency on me again, wasn’t he? Oh, I’ll definitely make him
pay for that…
It was Draco’s turn to stare at her in bewilderment, as he had obviously heard
that thought, but Hermione simply stared back up at him with a devious glint in
her eye. She then started picturing every dirty scenario she could think of.
She thought about Draco taking her roughly in the Slytherin common room, about
them slipping up into his dormitory and fucking like there’s no tomorrow. She
thought about hiding under the Slytherin table at dinner and sucking him off as
he ate, the only food she would be allowed would be his cum. She pictured him
taking her out to the forbidden forest at night, tying her to a tree, and
teasing her to the point of agony. Even she shivered at the thought.
Now Draco was looking down at her as though she were his favourite food and he
was a starving man. His eyes were stormier and more intense than usual, and he
licked his lips in anticipation. Hermione chanced a look down at his crotch to
find the bulge doubled in size.
She smiled up at him in satisfaction, only to find his eyes narrowed
menacingly. Why did Hermione get the feeling that he was going to get his
revenge for that torture? A part of her really hoped that he would.
Flitwick finally ended his lecture and told the class to begin their research.
Hermione, doing her best to ignore the lustful stare she was receiving, pulled
out her book and flipped it open to the page on the Auxilius charm. It was then
that she realized what they would be studying.
The Auxilius charm was essentially a charm that created an invisible force, a
sort of magical hand, to carry out jobs that an actual hand would without
actually having to exert any force. It could pick up objects that would be too
heavy for an actual hand, write notes so the user wouldn’t have to, do the
dishes and clean the toilets…really anything the user could think up.
Hermione had already taught herself this spell earlier this year, which is why
she already knew all of its mechanics. It took on the shape of an actual hand
that one could feel but not see. It was a really advanced spell, which was
probably why her and Draco had been assigned to it while the others studied
more basic charms.
“I already know it as well, little witch. So…how about you get started on
researching the spell’s history and I start on its application to the real
world?” he said casually, as though he had completely forgotten about the
extreme lust they had both felt not even a minute ago.
“Sounds good to me” Hermione said before beginning to reread the pages
dedicated to the Auxilius.
She had barely begun scribbling down the derivation of the spell incantation
when she felt something touch her knee. She peeked up at Draco, only to see
that he was currently reading his book as well. He wasn’t paying her any
attention whatsoever.
Hermione decided to ignore it and continue working. Not ten seconds had passed
until she felt it again, though this time she had felt it along the seam of her
pussy. She gasped quietly at the feeling, snapping her thighs together with an
audible slap.
Hermione couldn’t help but notice the tiny, almost imperceptible twitch at the
corner of Draco’s mouth, obviously trying to conceal a smile. He had a pleased
expression on his face, making him look somehow more arrogant than usual.
Hermione’s brilliant mind connected the dots and peaked down at Draco’s lap.
Sure enough, his arm was resting on his lap with his hand hidden under the
desk. He was obviously holding his wand under the desk, performing the auxilius
charm.
Just then, Hermione felt the invisible hand tug at her skirt, slowly pulling
the hem upwards. She began to panic. Surely someone would notice if her skirt
was pulled up to her belly. She looked at Draco pleadingly. He simply quirked
an eyebrow at her, then gestured down to his piece of parchment. On it, he had
written a single note:
Either open your legs and this stays a secret, or I pull up your skirt and
everyone finds out. Your choice, slut.
Hermione could feel her panties becoming soaked at the ultimatum. She decided
that she didn’t want to be expelled from Hogwarts, so she slowly shifted in her
seat so that her thighs were spread open just wide enough for the magical hand
to reach her centre.
Draco noticed her shift in position, and didn’t hesitated to send the hand
crawling up between her thighs, tickling and pinching its way up. Hermione
struggled not to moan, and Draco simply smirked at her in a panty-dropping,
self-satisfied way. She was completely at his mercy.
When she tried to suggest that Draco put up a muffliato around them, she
realized that she couldn’t talk. Every time she opened her mouth to speak, no
noise came out. He must have cast a silencio on her without her even noticing.
The clever bastard…
The hand pinched her thigh really hard at that, indicating that Draco had heard
her thought. She couldn’t help the grimace that she made, and thanked God that
nobody noticed it. She told herself that from then on she would keep her facial
expression as blank as possible.
That last thought had been rendered near-impossible when she felt a fingertip
swipe smoothly over her knicker-clad lips, from the clit all the way down to
her entrance. Her mouth opened in what would have been a shocked gasp, but
still no sound came out. Thank goodness for small mercies.
Hermione had to bite her lip and stare down at her textbook in order to hide
her pleasure when the hand peeled her drenched knickers from her pussy and slid
it to the side, giving it full access to all of her bits.
Her eyes started to cross a little when she felt two fingers starting to rub
circles into her clit, and she could feel some sweat start to gather on her
brow and the small of her back. She honestly couldn’t tell the difference
between the magical hand and Draco’s hand as it slid its fingers down to her
seam and back up again, spreading the moisture to her clit.
Then the hand switched positions, letting the heel of its hand rub her clit as
one of its fingers plunged hard and fast into her sopping hole. It continued
like this for a couple of minutes, the solitary finger thrusting in and out of
her while stimulating her little bundle of nerves. Hermione had ducked her head
to let her hair fall in the way of her face, hiding the features that were
contorted in extreme pleasure.
“Oh how I wish I could be using my real hand right now. I always love the feel
of your cunt clenching around my fingers, your juices flowing down my palm.
Unfortunately, I have to practice this spell. It’s all for the research you
know” he muttered quietly so that only she could hear it. “Remember, my little
whore: you only cum when I give you permission” he added with an evil smirk.
Had Hermione not been under a silencing charm, she would have been moaning like
the cheap slut that she was. She loved Draco’s dirty talk almost as much as his
fingers. And his dick.
At the thought of his dick, Draco added a second finger, stretching her pussy
like his dick had in her imagination. Damn that legilimensing asshole…
Not a second after that thought passed through her brain, the fingers pulled
out of her and caught her clit between two pinching fingers. She squirmed in
pain, trying to free her clit from the pinching digits, but they were holding
on too tight. She felt her eyes water in pain. Her clit was so engorged from
the blood flow down there that it had become extremely sensitive.
“Apologize. Right. Now.” Draco hissed menacingly, the fingers pinching
impossibly harder.
She knew she still didn’t have her voice as she would currently be gasping in
pain, and so she started screaming her apology through her thoughts. I’m sorry,
Draco! I didn’t mean it! Please, please stop! It hurts!
She nearly slid off her chair in relief when the pain stopped. The fingers went
back to their former position, sliding in and out of her, and Hermione was
certain that she could hear a very faint sloshing sound. Holy shit I just got
so much wetter from that! Next to her, Draco chuckled darkly in a way that he
would have after telling her that she was a pain-loving slut, so of course she
would enjoy the pain.
When she could feel herself nearing the edge, Professor Flitwick popped up in
front of them out of nowhere. Hermione’s eyes widened and she sat up straight
in her chair, effectively making a magical fingernail accidentally scrape over
her clit. She winced, but Flitwick luckily didn’t notice.
“How’s everything going over here, you two? Have you managed the spell yet?”
Flitwick asked in his usual peppy, squeaky voice.
“Of course Professor. Hermione obviously got it first, knowing her aptitude for
this subject” he said, rolling his eyes good-naturedly, casually as ever.
“Anyways, I think I’ve just gotten the hang of it. I’ve been able to make my
pages turn with it as I read” he lied casually. Hermione was trying to keep her
face schooled as the fingers resumed their ministrations right in front of
Flitwick. She was going to murder Draco later.
She prepared herself for another pinch for that thought, but Draco seemed to
busy talking to Flitwick to focus on her thoughts. Thank Merlin.
“Well that’s wonderful, Mr. Malfoy! Would you care to demonstrate for me? I
trust that Miss Granger has already perfected—by Merlin, Miss Granger! Are you
feeling quite well? You’re very flushed!”
Hermione’s mind went into panic mode for a split second before she felt the
hand vanish, and she saw Draco jerk his arm a little, obviously removing the
silencio. He nodded almost imperceptibly at her, indicating it was alright for
her to talk.
“Oh yes, I’m alright. I didn’t sleep well last night, is all” Hermione lied as
smoothly as she could, though she was nowhere near as good as Draco. It must be
a Slytherin thing…
“Oh alright, if you’re sure. If you ever do feel under the weather, though, I’m
sure Madam Pomfrey could whip up something—“
“No, really Professor Flitwick. I’m just tired. I stayed up late last night
reading ahead for this class, if I’m being honest” she laughed, trying not to
blush at her lies.
“Alright, then. What was I saying? Oh yes! Whenever you’re ready, Mr. Malfoy”
Flitwick squeaked happily. Whew!
Draco performed the charm, feigning the effort he put into it, making it seem
as though he was a novice at the spell. He really was a convincing actor.
Perhaps he’ll give me acting lessons sometime…maybe we can act out some sexy
scenes…
As soon as Flitwick moved on to the next group, the magical hand re-
materialized with its finger already in her cunt. The sudden sensation of being
filled caused her to arch her back ever so slightly. She would have whined in
pleasure, had Draco not already cast the silencing spell on her again.
The hand seemed to be moving more urgently now, adding two more fingers so that
she was stretched wide open. Every so often the hand would intentionally rub
against her G-spot, causing her to grip her quill and the edge of the desk so
hard that her knuckles turned white.
When she felt herself become so close to the edge that one more thrust would
send her into orgasm, the hand withdrew from her sopping pussy. She whipped her
head around to send Draco a pleading stare. He looked back at her with
suppressed chuckles.
Give me my orgasm or I won’t let you fuck me after class!
Draco’s laughing face quickly turned into one that told her that she would
really regret that threat. Why do I keep doing this to myself?
The hand suddenly came back, just ghosting over her overly-sensitive clit. Had
she had her voice, Hermione would have been whimpering and growling in wanton
need. All of her Gryffindor pride and courage disappeared as soon as she was
being touched. Damn, I really am a slut…
“Alright Granger, you have two options now” Draco began, speaking so lowly that
only she could hear. “You can continue demanding your orgasm and receive none,
or you can submit to my three requests and receive the best orgasm of your
life.”
The sensible part of Hermione wanted to start negotiating, but that part
happened to be a hundred times smaller than the ball of need settling below her
belly. And it was precisely that, coupled with the incessant caressing of the
hand over her clit and over her lower lips that made her decision for her. What
are your requests?
Draco’s smirk widened, and he looked down into his book so that it seemed like
he was focused on the task. Hermione’s thighs were twitching with the need for
release.
“First, you slip off your knickers and give them to me. Second, you don’t wear
underwear for the rest of the week. Third, you give me a blowjob right away
after class. Got it?”
These all seemed like reasonable requests to Hermione, so she nodded in what
she hoped was a very casual way.
“Do you promise to follow these requests?” Draco asked, the Slytherin in him
obviously not wanting to trust her. He really needed to work on those trust
issues…
The hand pinched her clit again as a punishment for the thought, though this
time it released immediately and went back to tracing her pussy lips so lightly
that it was driving her insane.
She couldn’t wait any longer. Alright, I promise! Now please, give me my
release!
Draco smirked evilly, and whispered “not until you give me the knickers, slut.”
Not wasting any time, Hermione slipped her fingers under her skirt, and shifted
in her seat just enough for her to slip the waistband under her bum and let it
fall to the floor. Draco ‘accidentally’ dropped his quill on the floor, and
discretely collected the knickers as he went to pick it up. He quickly shoved
them into his pocket and resumed his task of driving Hermione mad.
The three fingers plunged roughly into her pussy, once again without warning,
and Hermione was pretty sure that tears were collecting in her eyes from being
on the edge for so long. The fingers were hitting her G-spot with every thrust,
rapidly pushing her closer and closer to the edge…
And then the hand vanished. Everyone around Hermione started stuffing their
textbooks back into their rucksacks and began to slowly vacate the classroom.
Hermione’s eyes bugged with shock, and she had to restrain herself from
screaming and pulling her hair out in frustration.
Draco winked at her as he slipped his books into his bag, then gave his wand a
little wave to take the silencing charm off of Hermione.
She began to splutter in shock and exasperation. “But…but we had a deal!
But…you were supposed to…you were—“
“I honestly wonder how long it will take for you to realize that I’m a
Slytherin, Hermione. We excel in making deals that give us the upper hand.
Don’t worry, you will achieve release. I just never specified when…” he smiled
smugly. “Who has to work on their trust issues now?”
“What? No! You can’t—“
“I’ll have you know, Mudblood, that I can. You’re such a little slut that you
will do whatever it takes to achieve release, am I right? You’re just a little
whore who needs my skill and experience, and I plan to take full advantage of
that. Did I not warn you what you were getting into when we agreed to this
arrangement between us? Did I not tell you that I would test your limits until
you were begging for release? You know I did. Remember, my little whore, your
release is mine.”
Hermione was so horny that his words alone brought her to the edge and back
again. Her rubbed her thighs together in desperation. The classroom was nearly
empty now, so they had to be careful with how they interacted as to not attract
any attention or suspicion.
“Ah ah ah, you know the rules. No touching yourself. I’ll meet you in the Room
of Requirement in ten minutes for my blowjob. If I find out that you touched
yourself at all during this time, the consequences will be severe…and not in
the way you would like” Draco whispered dangerously under his breath, and just
like that he left the classroom.
Hermione was left alone in the charms class, whimpering at the throb between
her legs. But deep down, she knew that she was enjoying every minute of this
torture.
Chapter End Notes
     Don't forget to review if you want more! I'm thinking about possibly
     writing a chapter called 'Fucking in the Forest' to go along with my
     'Coitus in the Classroom' alliteration, so let me know if that sounds
     any good to you...
End Notes
     It's a wee bit short, but if people are enjoying it enough I would
     definitely be willing to write another chapter (or a few). In other
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