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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      Multi, Gen
  Fandom:
      Harry_Potter_-_J._K._Rowling
  Character:
      Draco_Malfoy, Hermione_Granger
  Additional Tags:
      Explicit_Language, Sexual_Content
  Collections:
      HPFandom
  Stats:
      Published: 2012-07-03 Words: 1458
****** She's so mean ******
by Lumosleviosa [archived by HPFandom_archivist]
Summary
     Hermione comes back for her seventh year at Hogwarts after a long
     summer vacation in America, where she learns a valuable lesson.
     Draco, meanwhile, is amazed at her transformation from young girl to
     devilish vixen.
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He still couldn’t believe it; she had changed so much. Hermione Granger was a
woman. A fox, more like it. Her girlish figure had to have been molded like
clay in the hands of the gods. Her curves were insane, from her full breasts
and perfect arse. He couldn’t help it, but he wanted her.
Draco sat at his house table as Dumbledore rambled on and on about the new
school year. The cool blonde boy didn’t know when the old wizard had stopped
talking and everyone preceded to eat, but was startled as Pansy waved her hand
frantically in front of his face. She looked miffed. “What do you want”, Draco
hissed impatiently. The brunette girl frowned, “you’ve been staring at that
Mudblood all night!” Closing his eyes and running a hand through is silvery
mane, Draco told Pansy to piss off and he’d stare at anyone he liked.
As the dinner feast ended and everyone was sent off to their respective houses,
Draco couldn’t help but scan the crowd for Hermione, hoping to catch a glance
at that fine arse of hers. Distracted, he barreled into someone a good six
inches shorter than he. “Oy! Watch it Malfoy!” Looking down, he realized he had
run into the object of his less than gentlemanly thoughts. She had a wild look
about her, her eyes bright and shiny, her frizzy hair tamed down to a smooth
and silky ponytail that ran down her back, her clothes all a little too tight
for most girls’ taste. “Why don’t you try looking where you’re going next time,
Granger. You might not be so lucky next time. I can be quite unforgiving.” To,
hopefully, cover up his ogling, he narrowed his eyes at her as he spoke. “You
can’t frighten me Draco Malfoy, I’m far too mature to play your childish games
anymore. Oh, and don’t forget that lovely punch I sent your way third year.”
With a mischevious smirk, she whipped her head around and sauntered along the
entrance hall to the stairs towards the Head Girl suite.
Back in her Head Girl suite, Hermione sat on her thinking over the day. She had
to admit, getting Draco’s attention was far easier than she expected it to be.
She hadn’t even done anything but walk into the dining hall and he had noticed
her right away. Relishing in the thought of him watching her at dinner, and
then ogling at her body when he had run into her, she lay back onto her four-
poster and commenced touching herself between her legs.
He couldn’t help but think about her all that week. During classes, while he
ate, and as he lay in his bed at night in the Head Boy suite that he had earned
the past six years, only to be bested academically by the object of his
obsession. She was just so wild; he couldn’t help but fantasize about the many
naughty things he would do to her if he could get into her suite next door.
“That’s it!” he yelled one night as he prepared for bed.
The next few days were hectic and Draco was loaded down with homework in all of
his classes. Frustrated, one night after dinner, he took a walk out by the
lake. Clouded in his thoughts of Hermione and how he could seduce her, he
didn’t notice the person slowly stalking him as if he were her prey. He snapped
out of his thoughts when he felt a wand push into his back, “don’t utter a
sound until I tell you to.” His tense body softened a little, realizing just
who had been hunting him, and he nodded. “Do you know what you do every day,
Malfoy,” she asked in a low hiss. He shook his head. “You cause me to be
distracted from my studies, you make me think unlady-like things, and you make
me all hot and bothered at night, thinking of how much I’d like to shag you
senseless.” His body stiffened again, as his member strained against his
trousers. “Do you know what I learned while in America? I learned that I have
to go for what I want, and I want you. What do you have to say to that?” His
voice came out all creaky from his current predicament in his pants, “I’d say
that you are quite the little vixen now-a-days. Slinking around the castle as
if you own the place, swinging your hips just right so that all men around you
forget where they’re going.”
That’s when she came around to his front. Looking all over his face with
suspicious, yet wild, eyes, she reached up and grabbed at his shirt collar,
ripping it open all the way to where it had been tucked into his trousers. She
hungrily looked over every bit of him, noticing how kind Quidditch had been to
him. She slowly roved over his collarbone, his pectorals, and his amazing
abdominals that were capped with a deep “v” peeking out of his trousers. That’s
when she noticed how enlarged the front of his pants had become. Her eyes
dilated as she reached her hand out, grasping onto his throbbing member. Draco
moaned involuntarily at her touch. He had been watching her as she looked him
over, his hands still in his pockets. “Not here,” he choked out. Hermione
looked up at him with playful eyes, “where do you suggest?” Surveying the area
they stood, Draco saw that the broom shed was not fifty yards away. Following
his gaze, Hermione turned and strode toward the little building, her long mane
billowing behind her. Draco practically ran to catch up to her.
Once inside the shed, Draco turned and put a locking and silencing spell on the
door so no one would think of interrupting them. Turning around, he saw
Hermione lying atop the table in the center of the small room where the
uniforms lay. She was stark naked. He saw her clothes neatly folded on the
table behind her. She’s still the same uptight Hermione, he thought to himself
with a smirk. “Well, get at it,” she commanded, looking at his clothing
accusingly. Chuckling, Draco slowly took off the remains of his shirt, then his
trousers and underwear. Walking over to her, he could see the light in her eyes
as she waited in excitement. When he reached the table, she threw her arms
around his neck, pulling his lips crashing down onto hers. She let out a small
moan; this lit the heat dwelling within his stomach with even more fire as he
heard her. He leaned he down so that he was lying on top of her, his member
pressing into her thigh. Breaking the bond of their lips, he trailed wet kisses
down her jaw all the way to the bottom of her belly. Lightly, he flicked his
tongue against her mound, causing her to shiver all over in anticipation. Then,
he slides his tongue all the way from the bottom of her opening to the bundle
of nerves that made her squeal as he suckled it. Sliding his finger into her
opening, he continued his ministrations until Hermione screamed for him to be
inside of her. “Say my name and I will,” he said. “Draco, I want you to be
inside of me already! Please, just shag me already”, she pleaded. He pushed
into her until he was buried to the hilt. The hot velvet gripping his cock made
him moan loudly. Raising her hips toward him, Draco fell into a rhythm that had
them both moaning and grunting in ecstasy. “Oh! Oh…I’m, I’m coming! Oh Draco,”
she screamed as she reached her climax. Her walls gripping hard onto his forced
him over the edge, “Hermione! Bloody hell…Oh Hermione!”
Laying next to her on the table a short while later, Draco ran his hand along
every part of her body, trying to memorize every curve. “Why me,” he asked her
quietly. Looking at him with those wild brown eyes, she said, “It was always
you. Why do you think I put up with your tormenting me all these years?”
Shocked, he pulled her closer to him. “You know, I only ever messed with you
because I liked you…I didn’t want to, but you were always so…different than
other girls. Like Pansy, she’s a troll compared to your brilliance,” he blushed
as he spoke. She lifted her head to look him in the eye, “a troll, huh?” She
threw her head back and laughed loudly.
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