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Shiver	By : valkyrie136 Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Draco/Hermione Views: 21254 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 2
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I dig my fingers into the desks’ edge and watch her through narrowed eyes. Her head hangs, and I wonder what she is thinking. Is she angry? Does she suffer?
And most importantly, why the fuck do I care?
Hermione Granger, in my office, and I have a number of things that need to be taken care of.
A shiver of anticipation runs up my spine.
‘Ms. Granger, would you be so kind as to sit?’
She hesitates, but does as I ask.
‘Look at me.’
She slowly raises her eyes to me, and I feel my nails dig deeper into the soft wood. She looks fragile and ready to break.
Perfect.
‘I will have to alert the headmistress.’
‘But I—‘
My tone is firm, my eyes locked with hers, ‘It is out of my hands. I am afraid that you may be asked to leave this program—‘
She shot to her feet, panicked, ‘Because I knocked and you did not hear?’
I sigh and make a big show of adjusting my tone, as if she were a simpleton, ‘I don’t think this is about the knocking. Ms. Granger, I think you are not suited for this program. You have sabotaged yourself from the moment you have arrived. I think it would be in your interests to leave now, before things become more…tangled.’
I ended this pack of lies by neatly folding my hands, my eyes surely betraying my eagerness because I know she will not ignore this. It simply was not in her nature, just as being kind to her was not in mine.
Her hand shot out and seized my robes, ‘I can’t go home. You don’t understand, Malf—Professor, please, please don’t tell the Headmistress. I’ll do anything. I really can’t go.’
I am barely able to suppress my glee. I know it is foul, and I know I am wicked, but this situation could not have turned out better. Hermione Granger. Begging me.
It was too delicious, and I feel my cock stiffening in delight.
Gently, I place my hands on hers, ‘Ms. Granger, I know you and I have had our differences, but if you are willing, and engaged, and committed then I think I can overlook this. But I must have your word that you will commit yourself, and refuse to create anymore problems.’
She nodded fervently.
Perfect.
I take her by the hand and guide her around to the back of my desk. And she follows me, and I know that in this moment, I am about to cross a line but I am confident that she will not put up too much of a fuss. Now with the fear of expulsion looming over her head.
I sit down and pick up a stack of essays, and hand her a quill. ‘I would like you to check these essays. Very simple subject, and I am more than confident you are capable.’
She seems happy with the task. But as time begins to pass, I notice her discomfort increases. She starts to fidget, bending aching legs back.
Once or twice she tries leaning against the wall, and writing on the wall, but it does not work.
Finally, she asks, ‘Professor…is there another chair?’
I glance at her, ‘No, unfortunately there is not. Are you almost finished?’ I innocently ask, although I know she is not even halfway through her pile while I have already finished.
Another hour passes, and I notice she is working very slowly.
I sigh, ‘I don’t normally do this, but I like to think you are mature enough to make no issue of it. Come here.’
She watches me with wide, tired eyes, and I take her wrist and gently guide her to my front. She listlessly obeys, but releases a cry of startled shock when I gently jerk her down onto my lap.
‘Wh-what are you doing?’
I raise an eyebrow, ‘I thought I was helping you. Please, continue grading. I would like to go to bed soon and I must remain here to ensure you finish. I thought this would give you time to relax and me more time to sleep if you finished more quickly.’
She nodded her head, unable to mouth words. She knows this is clearly not right, but she already knows she must not cause any problems.
Minutes pass, and then an hour. I can feel the tension leaving her body. She is almost finished, and I am tired of playing pretend.
I shift, and the tip of my erection presses into her bottom. She freezes, but says nothing.
I place my hands on the gentle swell of her hips, ‘What are you doing?’
‘Please finish, Ms. Granger, ‘I say in the most bored voice, but even as I say so I nudge the tip of my penis against her, torturing myself, wanting to fling her on her back and fuck her, no matter how unwilling she is.
She squeezes the quill and I can feel her trembling. It only serves to whet my appetite.
‘May I return to my room?’ She whispers, her voice weak and miserable sounding.
I sigh loudly, ‘Ms. Granger, I am afraid you must finish.’ I lean forward and grind my teeth as my cock slides so close to her cunny, and she is frozen, unable to move. Her breath hitches, and I rest my chin on her shoulder, ‘Ms. Granger, you have only one more essay. Please hurry.’
Out of the corner of my eye I see that her eyes are wide, and she jerks the quill down, scribbling along the parchment. I leisurely begin to grind my dick against her, but am careful to keep my movements casual, barely noticeable.
She slams the quill down, ‘Done.’ And she leaps up but my arms encircle her, forcing her to stay where she is.
‘Ms. Granger,’ I use all my strength to force her to remain where she is, and I pick up an essay, ‘I hope there are no errors in these.’
My knees are working her legs apart, and I can now see the tip of my penis tenting her skirt, which could only mean the only thing separating my cock from her cunt are her panties and my own trousers. I slowly rub my erection against her slit, and she digs her nails into my thighs, ‘Please, please I just want to return to my room.’
Briefly I wonder if I should just throw it all away and rape her right here and now, but my instinct tells me to stop.
I want to savor this. And I know, the way things are now, that there is a great deal more fun to be had.
I slowly return the parchment to its pile and release her.
‘Run along then, Ms. Granger. I’ll see you in class tomorrow.’
She turns to look at me, and I savor the fear and humiliation in her eyes, ‘Please try to be more involved in the future.’
She tried to open the door, and then jerked the lock back before disappearing down the hall.
I slowly rise, and shut the door, and then I yank my trousers down and begin to furiously stroke the meat between my legs, breathing heavily, thinking of her tight little body, so close to mine, I imagine licking her tears, ripping away those ugly robes and ramming her on my engorged dick, listening to her beg.
My body spasms, and a load of cum spurts into my hand.
Breathing heavily, I lean against the wall. Frustrated and angry.
‘Soon, Granger, very soon, I will make you wish you never came back to this school.’
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