Malfoy's Revenge | By : Adarsyan Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Draco/Hermione Views: 23329 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1 |
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Malfoy brooded. After years of putting up with this mudblood disgrace to wizardry, he had finally decided enough was enough. Only one question remained: How was he to take his revenge? There was a variety of ways. He could make Hermione his slave. He could publicly humiliate her. Hell, he could just kill her. But all those ideas lacked subtlety. He not only wanted to punish her for her insolence, he wanted to torture her. No, torture wasn’t enough. Malfoy wanted to torture the pathetic Hermione Granger in a way that was private, her own personal torment. After some research in the restricted section of the library, he finally found his weapon. A spell so powerful, it would crush her mind, body, and common sense. And it was so wickedly subtle, even thinking about it made a smirk form on Malfoy’s lips.
The time came to put his plan into effect. They had just finished potions class. Everyone had filed out and Hermione and Malfoy were the only ones in the room. Malfoy shouted “Oy! Granger!” As she turned towards him, Hermione was struck by a bolt of silver light. The blast knocked her backwards, sending her tumbling to the floor. Head swimming, Hermione slowly tried to stand on her, now wobbly, knees. Leaning on a table, she looked to where Malfoy had stood only to find him gone. Suddenly remembering what sent her to the floor in the first place, Hermione examined herself to see if she could determine the effects of the spell. Everything seemed normal. However, unbeknownst to her, that would quickly change.
Not wanting to waste any time, she gathered her things and quickly ran to her next class: Charms. It was an easy enough class, what with her having studied and completed the course material within the first month of class. Essentially, she just had to show up and pretend to pay attention to pass. What were we learning again? Hermione thought dispassionately as she took her seat. It didn’t really matter to her, she just felt like amusing herself. As Professor Flitwick droned on about this charm and that, Hermione felt her mind wander. She started looking around at her classmates.
Finally, her eyes landed on none other than the great Harry Potter. They had been friends for some time, but for the first time she really looked at him. He was cute, by all standards. He had jet-black hair and sparkling emerald eyes. He was in shape, or at least appeared to be under his baggy robes. As she finished her physical assessment of her friend, a final thought drifted its way through Hermione’s mind:
I bet he has a huge cock
The thought startled her. She had never been a sexual person. Of course she knew all about the process, the physiology, the anatomy, but the actual act had never interested her. And thinking such a thought about her best friend was simply bizarre. She shook her head and tried to regain her focus, but her mind kept wandering back to Harry and his supposedly good sized . . . what? Penis? No, too sterile. She had to think of something different. Soon she found herself sizing up the other guys in the class, but somehow she knew that Harry was the largest. She gave herself a mental slap across the face and told herself that her education came first. That snapped her out of it. She stared straight ahead for the rest of class.
As soon as class ended, Hermione rushed out of the room and raced to her dormitory. It was time for dinner, so she could easily slip off to her dorm. On her way, however, Hermione couldn’t help but mentally undress every boy that walked by. Every touch, every stroke, every rub with another person sent electric jolts down her spine. By the time Hermione got to her dorm, she was filled with a combination of fear and pure lust. She rushed upstairs and, after checking to see if she was alone, stripped to get a better look at the problem.
The first thing she noticed was a large wet spot that had formed on the front of her panties. She knew that this sort of thing happened when women became aroused, but it had certainly never happened to her. Second, she noticed her breasts had swelled slightly in her bra and her nipples were standing hard at attention. She slowly reached up and pinched one. Hermione gasped and threw her head back as a jolt of pure pleasure coursed through her. Her knees grew weak and she slumped over. She could feel her juices trickle down her leg. Her pussy juices. She had never used such language, but it felt right, somehow. She liked saying it. Her pussy was wet and her tits were so sensitive. She smiled at the new side of her that had been awakened.
She crawled over to her bed and drew the curtains. She cast a quick silencing charm and got herself in position. She whispered into her wand and it soon began vibrating in her hands. She arched her back, pushing her pelvis up into the air. A tiny part of her brain screamed that she shouldn’t be doing this. Hermione paused for just a second. But that tiny part of her brain was quickly drowned out by the rest of her lust filled brain. She shoved the vibrating wand into her dripping, waiting pussy. She breathed in sharply and her whole body shook as her mind went blank. No pleasure Hermione had ever felt came close to this
Despite never having done anything like this, somehow she instinctually knew what to do. Her right hand shot down to her clit while her left hand started massaging her tits. She twisted and pulled her nipples as her wand vibrated away inside her. Wave after wave of pleasure crashed against her brain. Any part of her that was against her actions was drowning in a sea of pure ecstasy. She furiously rubbed, flicked, and pinched her overly sensitive clit. She let out an ear-shattering scream as she reached her first orgasm.
It drained so much of her energy that she barely had the strength to remove the gently buzzing wand from her pussy. In the afterglow of her orgasm, Hermione slowly came back to her senses. While her horniness hadn’t completely died away, it had considerably decreased. As the darkness of sleep closed in on her, her mind searched for a cause for her newfound desire. Finally, one word, a name, drifted to the front of her mind:
Malfoy
And with that surprising revelation, sleep claimed her and Hermione lapsed into a deep sleep.
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