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Draco's Camera	By : bettysilks Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Draco/Hermione Views: 37709 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 9
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“Damn it, Granger. That turned me on again.”

He tossed the camera on the bed. She watched it- like a thief- flinching and turning her attention back onto him when he slapped her between the legs. It wasn’t meant to draw pain and it hadn’t done that much damage. Only, she was soft and tender from before and it had surprised her. She didn’t like surprises from him.

“No.” she ground out, looking away lest he think she was getting too rowdy.

“Potter and Weasel will be missing you.”

His voice was soft, as if he cared who might be missing her or why.

“Suck my cock a little after you put on your uniform. Then, you go.”

She hated his plan, but did not object. Got up quickly and folded her arms over her chest as she walked to the chair near the head of the bed. She had left her uniform neatly folded across it. Tattered underwear already on. Bra snapped back into place. Socks next. Pristine white shirt. Skirt. Tie. Sweater. Black mary-janes.

When she turned he was holding the camera up, the flip screen opened. She could hear the faint buzz that was them fucking on tape. His eyes were glued to it like a train wreck. Hermione sighed and situated herself between his spread legs. He was already slowly stroking his cock, but he moved his hand to lay it flat against his stomach when he felt her weight dip the mattress.

“Take that Gryffindor tie out. You know how I like to see your legs crossed at the ankle, Granger. All prim and proper while you blow me. Come on.”

She loosened her tie from the confines of her sweater and let it drift onto his thigh. Then, she put her head down on top of it and guided his dick to her lips. Just the tip. Just a little tongue. Just a taste.

Draco liked slow blowjobs, curious blowjobs. Ones where she pretended she was a virgin with a lollipop, just licking it down and sucking every now and then. He didn’t like eager blowjobs. He had enough girls raring to slobber all over his pureblood prick- rough, shove it down their throats, gag and moan on it high-priced whores. He didn’t want that from her. Wouldn’t tolerate it. She was his perfect, perfect girl. Did everything he wanted. Just the way he wanted it.

He bent one leg at the knee and draped the other across her back. His attention had practically flown away from the camera and it lay forgotten, still running, next to one of her hands.

She could destroy it, erase the evidence…

Draco pressed his right hand on top of her head, a small smile on his face as he watched her lick and taste him. Such a prize.

“Like that cock, do you Granger?”

“Yeah.” she squeaked, startled into looking up at his eyes, telling herself she was ready to see what was coming.

“Good. I like your mouth.”

Like it was a color he was thinking about putting on his wall. La-de-fucking-da.

Hermione pinched her eyes shut as she moved her hand away from the camera and turned her knuckles onto his dick. Up and down in a long oval shape with a little pressure.

“Granger, I’ve been thinking.” he said, turning his eyes up to the ceiling and fitting the hand that wasn’t on her head behind his neck.

She switched to use her fingertips after wetting them quickly with her tongue. Her mind drifted to the weekend ahead of her. She didn’t even have to leave the common room if she didn’t want to.

“Since I got this camera, I’ve been really intrigued about the muggles.”

No.

“Please, Draco, stop talking. What do I care how you think you feel about muggles?”

“Don’t go running away with yourself there, Granger.” he warned, lowering his hand to tilt her chin up.

She looked down at her hand on his dick. God, she had her hand on his hard penis and he was talking a mile a minute like they were old friends. It was nothing new. He talked a lot in general, but she could never cease to be floored and amazed by it. She could never cease to be thoroughly annoyed either.

“Yes, Draco.” she hissed, more vehemence than usual in her words.

“You’re quite lucky I find your feistiness entertaining sometimes. Otherwise, I fear you’d be sporting black eyes everyday.”

She was angry now. Gotten over the shock of his initial violation and was angry. He teased. Turned it into a game when it wasn’t.

She growled, “Fuck you, Malfoy.”

Couldn’t get to her feet fast enough. He knocked her off her knees and pressed her back against the bed, hand around her throat and the other pinning her arms.

“Darling,” he hissed. “you’ve done that. Would you like a repeat performance?”

“Get off of me.”

She brought her knees up and tried to push her hips up enough to buck him off. He smirked down at her, unaffected. Her hands started to itch and burn with what she knew was her magic. He didn’t have a clue. Didn’t know what he was in for now. She waited, silent and still until a little line appeared between his brows. Then the corners of his lips set down in a frown and she knew.

“Stop it, Granger. Don’t fuck about. If you burn me I’ll kill you.”

As if to emphasize his point his fingers flexed on her neck. She gritted her teeth, willing a little pain to him. His face morphed into a full blown scowl instantaneously.

“Bloody fucking hell, you little bitch.”

He gave a last harsh squeeze that she barely felt and rolled onto his side. Hermione scrambled up and looked at him briefly before catching the chrome-like glint of his camera. His eyes were too busy looking for damage on the perfect soft skin of his palms. It was now or never. She lurched forward, over his legs and grabbed it.

“Granger!” he bellowed, lifting his leg quick enough and hard enough to knock the wind out of her.

She fell onto her back and he hopped off the bed, standing above her naked and looking like the thunder god of some Norse fairytale.

Beautiful dirty rich boy.

Her breath flew out of her lungs on a runaway train. Couldn’t get it back no matter how hard she tried.

She grinned though, got up onto her knees and scrambled to the door, using the knob to pull herself up. He was cocky. The door wasn’t locked from either side. Hermione swung it open and dashed out, straight into the hall.

“Granger!” he screamed, nigh hysterical.

Turning her head, she saw him leaning out of the door, standing on the threshold. She realized that she was being silly, stopped in her tracks and turned to face him. Draco Malfoy would not chase her down the halls naked for any reason. Hermione grinned and her happiness almost slipped into a full blown laugh.

“What’s the matter, Malfoy?” she asked coyly, dangling the camera at her side by one of its straps.

“Granger.” he smiled, purring her name like a big cat.

All of her instincts told her now was the time for flight. Forget whatever fight she was trying to pick with him. She should run but…

“Malfoy, do you know what this video could do to you?”

“I know what it could do to you.”

“I’ll stomach a little embarrassment if I can let the world know how much of an asshole you are. Not that anyone with eyes-”

“Why thank you, Granger. It always pleases me to know that my efforts are understood and appreciated.” he preened.

Stupid. She realized that he was trying to throw her off her game. So, she decided to end it.

“I’ll admit, I’m almost impressed, honey.”

He spoke to her back and as far as she was concerned his words bounced right off of her. Sticks and stones and all that.

Hermione made the walk back to her room as quickly as she could, head down, completely lost in thoughts she didn’t even want to be thinking. She didn’t want to be consumed by her hate. That was the only thing keeping her sane. Not being completely devoured whole by the abyss inside of her- the one named for him- was the only way to stay normal, stay ok. And that was what she desperately wanted to be, on kilter just like everyone else. She was so fucking sick of being Hermione Granger. She wished people would stop looking to her for the answers because they thought she was a fucking genius at every damn thing in the world. Wished they’d be themselves around her, not the little angels they were in front of their mothers and Hermione because she was the quintessential goody-two-shoes. What would it take to get everyone to know that she actually was down on their level?

Did she have to let them know that Malfoy fucked her just like he fucked all the other whores? Was that what it would take? Did she have to dirty herself up publicly? It wasn’t enough that she had her own personal demons? Was there no other way for her to be… normal?

Hermione clamped down on her thoughts. The process was almost visible. Her eyes shuttered up and went cold. She pushed her shoulders back and straightened her spine. Her walk went from a shuffle to something more determined and uniform. It was almost like her lips weren’t kiss-swollen and her cheeks weren’t still burning from the charged electricity she could still feel inside herself. Like a part of him wasn’t smeared down between her thighs, almost past the edge of her skirt and visible to the world.

She whispered the password to the fat lady and stepped into the busy common room. Her confidence left her like a kite, just soared off into the open.

“Hermione.” Harry called, pushing himself out of the plush chair he had been sitting in.

He skidded over to her and grabbed her arm. She almost shook him off. Didn’t have time for nonsense. Had to go shower before…

“Yes, Harry? What is it? I’m quite, I just need to go upstairs for a second-”

“Hermione, you look… weird.” Ron offered.

Weird?

She severely disliked that word, but Ron was… Ron was Ron. He couldn’t be counted on for the most profound emotional observations. And, she loved Ron very much. He could say the dumbest, most uncouth things in the world and she’d still want to curl up with him and hug his lanky body to her own every night of her life. He was the ultimate safety.

“Thanks, Ron.” she muttered, turning her eyes on Harry.

And she meant that. Thanks for being who he was. Thanks for being wonderful and beautiful and good.

Now, to Harry. Was he alright? He had to be fine. There was nothing to worry about these days. He had to be ok.

“What’s the matter, Harry?”

“You know what, Hermione? It can wait. Why don’t you just go do… whatever you need to do, ok?”

And that hadn’t come from Harry. That had come from Ginny who nudged him with a bony knee and was currently gazing at Hermione with her eyebrows almost into her hairline.

“Hey, Ginny.”

Somewhere along the line they had changed fundamentally. They’d competed instead of working together. Upheld different ideals and different means to ends.

“Hello.” was the short, impersonal reply from her boyfriends sister.

Hermione smirked when she turned away from the group. She mocked Ginny’s perfectly pitched voice in her head. The self-righteous little…

“Ahhh.” she sighed

Hot water. It beat against the top of her head, rinsing all the soap and shampoo down her body. Rinsing all the filth and guilt away.

It was amazing that all it took was one tiny ritual and she was completely cleansed, at least until the next time. And really, the word ritual made it seem like something more complex than it was. It was more like a short routine. For starters, she undressed and stood under almost unbearably hot water for just five minutes. Just to burn the feel of his hands off of her skin. Then, she scrubbed until she was red and her skin was burning. To kill off the more potent things- his sweat and… and those other bodily fluids. After that, it was only a matter of a short rinse. The whole thing was really quick and simple, no trouble at all.

Hermione stepped out of the shower and went straight for the mirror. She looked clean and that was all that mattered. She looked like she hadn’t just been fucked into the bed by the antichrist. Smiling, she wrapped a towel around herself and made the short walk through the 7th year room to her bunk. Or bed, rather. It really wasn’t small enough or impersonal enough to be called a bunk. It was a fully sized, plush bed. Something only Hogwarts in all of its magical glory could offer.

Hermione hugged herself as she sat on the edge of the bed and aimed her wand at her dresser to pull her clothes out of it. Hogwarts really was a great place, despite some of the people residing there. After all, she had met Harry and Ron at Hogwarts. She couldn’t imagine two more wonderful, trusting, loving, reliable, good people. If she hadn’t come to Hogwarts she would be friendless right now. So lonely.

She shivered as she blew the wrinkles out of her khaki slacks. She was fucking lonely anyway. Harry and Ron were great but maybe they were too great for the real her. They didn’t feel any of the guilt or fear she felt about what they had done in the war. They were so sure they had done what was right and necessary. Even she had reinforced their right because she couldn’t bear to admit that she was more afraid than Harry- who had to die, or Ron- who had so much family to lose. She couldn’t have just told them that she wasn’t sure they should kill Death Eaters because death was wrong and she was scared for her soul. They would have questioned her resolve and taken her off that wonderfully high pedestal they’d placed her on. At the time- in the midst of all that battle and war-like fury that had sounded like the worst thing. She couldn’t have borne the war if Ron and Harry had abandoned her. She would have been so fucking scared. She was still fucking scared. Scared of Malfoy, scared that he wouldn’t forgive her fear.

She squeezed her eyes shut against the burning in them. Hurriedly drew a white t shirt and a navy blue v-neck sweater over her head. Slipped her feet into a pair brown moccasins. She was the simple kind of girl that only had one pair of black shoes and one pair of brown ones. Simple and plain.

Hermione sighed and moved towards the mirror over her dresser. A quick spell and her hair fell in moderately manageable waves a few inches past her shoulder. Another charm and the circles under her eyes went away. Her lips and cheeks reddened. She was impeccable. Well, as impeccable as someone who wasn’t a perfect beauty could get.

She took a deep breath before descending into the common room. Ron smiled when he spotted her. Stood and offered her a seat in his chair. Hermione sank down into it, grinning from all the warmth his body had left there. She wanted to pull him down on top of her and let him smother her. But, there were too many people around and she wasn’t the type of girl to do that anyway. She would never pull a boy on top of her, even if it was just to be warmed. So she settled for pulling his hand into her lap when he sat on the arm of the chair. Didn’t look up to see his happy smile. He was like a puppy. The slightest show of attention made him giddy.

“So Harry,” she started. “what’s the matter?”

“Nothing, Hermione. Nothing much.”

Her eyes snapped towards Ginny. The boys weren’t ever so tactful. They’d never keep something from her, no matter what. They’d let her hurt if it meant she knew the truth. Ginny would be the only one capable of convincing them they should keep their mouths shut. Ugh Hermione could just imagine what she would have said to them.

‘Hermione doesn’t look right, Harry. Don’t tell her. Ron tell Harry not to tell her.’

Trifling, conniving bitch. All because she thought Hermione was full of herself. All because she couldn’t read people and judged too quickly.

Now Hermione turned to look up at Ron. She could see the warning look on Harry’s face. Ginny was as relaxed as ever. Confident.

“Ronald, what is it?”

Sometimes she couldn’t even believe herself. If she wasn’t inside her body using her own feminine wiles to bend a member of the opposite sex she wouldn’t believe it.

“N-nothing, Hermione. Like Harry said. Nothing.” he spluttered, his hand getting sweaty in her own, cheeks burning.

Poor Ron. She gave his hand a squeeze and leaned into his side, deciding to forget about it for now. Ron didn’t deserve to be embarrassed. And it wasn’t like she needed any more on her plate. Really, she only wanted to know so desperately because they had made an effort to keep it from her.

Sensing her weakness, Harry changed the subject quickly and they settled in the usual conversation. Hermione allowed herself to be pulled in, forgetting everything else quite easily.
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