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The First Rule ... (1)	By : Dazzlious Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Draco/Hermione Views: 11497 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Draco had been to several meetings of the Fuck Club now, but for only one reason: he wanted to find the girl with the perfect pussy. He had been surprised to find that his interest in watching other couples getting it on had waned pretty quickly, and he rarely stayed until the unveiling at the end. Once he had established that his girl wasn’t there he felt no need to stay, as he had no intention of fucking anyone else. He had been surprised at the strength of his obsession with the girl, but he was convinced that when they finally made love it would be the best sex he would ever have. She was playing hard to get, though, not attending any of the club meetings, and he was beginning to wonder if she was staying away because of him. He certainly hoped that wasn’t the case.
But then had come the monthly new members meeting, and amazingly the girl had been there. Draco was a little surprised that he recognised her immediately; after all, he had never seen her face and there was nothing remarkable about her body except for the fact that it had him going crazy and made him dream about it every night. But when he saw her, once again one of the eight girls in the inner circle, his heart almost stopped. He wanted to pull her from the circle, to make sure she couldn’t be chosen by the lucky boy standing at the centre of the group. He didn’t want anyone to touch her except him. But he knew he couldn’t do that. She had chosen to be part of the eight and as a member of the club was just as entitled to make her choices as he was. All he could do was watch and hope she didn’t get chosen — and then he needed to stop her from leaving.
Draco looked at the boy in the circle. He didn’t recognise him at all. He must be a Hufflepuff. Draco very rarely took any notice of them as he had few classes with them and they offered nothing a Slytherin could use. He glanced once more at the girl, who was standing in a different place from the one she had occupied for his inaugural fuck. He moved back so that although he was still in the outer circle, he was now by the door, close enough that he could cut her off if she tried to escape him once more.
The random voice had started to speak now and was running through the usual litany. After a few minutes, the boy chose his partner and Draco was relieved when it wasn’t his girl. He waited, sure that as soon as the rest of the inner circle was released she would leave the club. His view of the couple in the circle wasn’t great, although he wasn’t all that bothered; he wasn’t really there to watch the sex, but he could see the boys were onto another trouncing already.
Tonight’s newest member was a girl and she had been easily overpowered, although to be fair she had got cunnilingus as her position so she was never going to have any chance of getting her partner off. The following two Fucks had both been won by the ladies, and this current bout, although Draco couldn’t tell from where he was standing whether it was doggy style or anal, having missed the announcement, was heading the same way. The boy definitely didn’t have the stamina required to make his partner cum without cumming himself, and it was going to be a close-run thing.
Sure enough, it wasn’t long before it was all over. The girls moved back into the outer circle as the voice gave the score and invited the next group of men forward. Draco scanned the outer circle, looking for his girl. He couldn’t see her, but he knew if she tried to leave she would have to go past him, and he was ready.
As the next fuck of the evening got under way, Draco saw the girl coming towards him, trying to make her escape before the unveiling forced her into revealing her identity. Dressed in robe and mask, Draco knew he was unrecognisable, as she would have been had he not known she would be trying to leave. She brushed past him; apologising quietly as she did so, but too quietly for him to work out whether he knew her voice.
Draco took his chance and grabbed the girl around the waist, pulling her close to him. ‘I’m not letting you go this time,’ he whispered in her ear. ‘You owe me an orgasm and I intend to give it to you.’
The girl tensed a little in his arms, but didn’t seem too bothered by his capture of her and made no attempt to escape. ‘Only one fuck at a time,’ she reminded him, pointing toward the audience. Her voice was still too quiet for him to recognise with the noise of the audience cheering on the couple in the circle.
‘If we stay here,’ Draco said. He held her a little tighter, enjoying the feel of her in his arms. ‘But if we go elsewhere we can do what we want.’
The girl looked up at him for a moment, then her hand reached out to stroke his face, catching the base of his cheek beneath the mask and his chin.
‘That was a long time ago,’ she said with amusement. ‘I would have thought you’d have moved on by now.’
Draco shook his head. ‘I haven’t wanted anyone but you since that first night,’ he admitted. ‘I wanted to make you cum so much, but I also wanted more. I want to touch you properly, want to kiss you.’ His fingers brushed over her soft lips. ‘I want to make love to you.’ Draco saw her lips turn up in a smile. ‘Will you come with me?’ he asked.
The girl considered for a moment before answering. ‘I don’t want my identity known.’
‘I won’t tell anyone,’ Draco said. ‘I swear to you it will be our secret. Please?’
The girl thought about it for a few seconds more, then nodded her head in agreement. Draco’s heart soared. He was finally going to make love to the girl he had been dreaming about for so long now; and better still, he was going to discover who she was. He took her hand and led her out of the door.
‘Are you finally going to remove your mask?’ Draco asked as he removed his own, once they had found an empty room quite some distance away from where Fuck Club was taking place. They wanted to ensure they wouldn’t be disturbed by any other couples looking for somewhere to get it on.
‘I have to admit I don’t feel comfortable about it,’ the girl said. Even now they were somewhere quiet Draco couldn’t place her voice, although she could have been disguising it and she was talking very quietly.
‘I promised I wouldn’t tell anyone, and I meant that,’ Draco said sincerely, ‘but I really want to know who you are.’
‘Is it important?’ the girl asked.
Draco shrugged. ‘Not in terms of Fuck Club,’ he admitted. ‘But I’m completely smitten by you — surely you must realise that — and I want to know who it is that’s got me in such a state.’
‘But what if you’re disappointed?’ the girl asked.
Draco shook his head. ‘I’m not going to be disappointed, whoever you are. I think you’re absolutely perfect and I have every intention of making love to you in every way possible. Nothing will change that.’
But still the girl demurred and Draco realised she really was worried about revealing her identity to him. He pulled her close and pressed his lips to hers. They were soft and tender and parted as his tongue slid into her mouth, capturing hers as he held her tighter. He was pleased to feel her arms snake around him in return, her beautiful body pressing against his. Now that they were finally getting intimate once more, he didn’t want anything to ruin it.
‘You can keep the mask on if you prefer,’ Draco said magnanimously once the kiss had finished. ‘My intention wasn’t to worry or upset you; never that.’
The girl stroked Draco’s cheek gently. ‘Thank you,’ she whispered gratefully, then she pulled him into another kiss.
Draco opened her robe and pulled it off as they kissed, and she did the same to his. He could feel her erect nipples pressing against his chest as he held her close; it pleased him to know that this beautiful girl was as aroused as he. His leg slid between hers, his knee moving up to press against her mound, and he heard her give a small whimper of enjoyment.
‘Time for me to make you cum,’ Draco told her. ‘Are you ready for me to become reacquainted with your perfect pussy?’
‘You keep saying that, but I’m sure I’m not perfect,’ the girl said.
‘Oh, I can assure you that it is, and you are,’ Draco said with a smile as he pulled her down to the floor, using their robes to lie on. ‘Absolutely perfect,’ he crooned gently as he opened her legs and looked at the area he desired so much, his fingers brushing delicately over the soft skin. ‘Now just lie back and let me give you an orgasm.’
He bent his head, his tongue flicking at her clit then sliding through the soft pink folds to push inside her, revelling in her taste. The girl gave a louder cry of pleasure and Draco wrapped his arms around her legs as his tongue licked the whole length of her pussy before focussing once more on her clit. She cried out again, moving beneath him, unable to escape from his mouth as his tongue attacked her again and again.
‘Oh god, that feels so good,’ she cried. ‘Oh, Draco!’
Draco could feel his heart beating faster as the climax he so wanted the girl to experience had her crying out his name even as she fought him, trying to release herself from his tight grasp, her pussy now sensitive from his ministrations. As he felt her flood his mouth he, too, couldn’t help but moan with pleasure.
He finally released her and kissed his way slowly up her body, his hands caressing her soft skin. He wanted to touch every part of her, to continue the pleasure he had already given. Although she was no longer crying out, the soft sighs she gave told him she was enjoying what he was doing and spurred him on to continue his explorations. His hands found her firm breasts, her nipples already stiff, and he alternately pinched at them and squeezed her breasts. His mouth clamped down on one firm bud and sucked hard.
He noticed his own body now too, rubbing against her as he moved up hers, enjoying the sensation of skin on skin, but now he wanted more. He was enjoying her breasts and the noises he was causing her to make, but his own need, now throbbing with desire, wanted to take things further.
‘I need to be inside you,’ he whispered in her ear. ‘Let me love you.’
His mouth found hers in another passionate kiss as he rubbed against her, showing the truth of the statement. He cried into her mouth as her soft hand grasped his erection, squeezing it for a moment before guiding him inside her.
‘Thank you,’ he whispered gratefully as he slid deep inside with a far louder moan of adoration matched by one from her.
They began to move, slowly at first but picking up a fast and steady rhythm as they started to work together. The girl’s back arched as she moved against Draco, pulling him deeper inside her, her legs wrapping around his as they rutted.
‘Cum for me again,’ Draco begged, knowing he wasn’t going to last too much longer; she felt too good wrapped around his hardness.
His hand slid down to find her clit and rubbed at it again, the friction causing her to cry out loudly as she bucked against him. His mouth found hers once more, his tongue pushing into her mouth in the same rhythm as his thrusting, the action increasing the excitement that was rising between them.
And then she was crying out, calling out Draco’s name again, and his heart soared once more at knowing he was her lover; that he was going to fill her with his seed and she would finally belong to him completely. He had never wanted anything in life more, and his cry of joy when he finally exploded deep inside her perfect pussy was loud and triumphant. Afterwards, his arms and legs stayed entwined with hers, not ever wanting to let her go.

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Draco felt strangely contented lying there with the girl in his arms, their faces almost touching. Their lovemaking had been every bit as good as he had expected, maybe even better; and although he was feeling pleasantly sated, he was aware that soon he would want her again. He didn’t think he was ever going to stop wanting her. Their lips met time and again, soft, quick kisses showing that neither of them really wanted to stop touching the other.
‘You really are perfect,’ Draco told her with a smile between kisses.
‘You’re not so bad yourself,’ the girl said. ‘That was so good.’
Draco still couldn’t help but wish she would take off the mask and hood she wore and share with him the secret of her identity. For a moment he had considered pulling them off during their lovemaking, but he knew that would have completely broken her trust in him. She was worth more than that. In the end, the experience had been so intense he hadn’t cared that he couldn’t see her face and was just enjoying how good she felt; but now they were lying together like proper lovers, he desperately wanted to know.
‘I want to keep doing that,’ Draco said, ‘and other stuff. I want you in every way it’s possible to make love to you.’
‘Already?’ the girl sounded amused.
Draco shook his head. ‘Not tonight, unfortunately. It must be nearly curfew. I mean in the future — tomorrow, the day after, every day. I don’t want this to just be about Fuck Club. I want so much more than that with you.’
‘But you don’t even know who I am,’ the girl said.
‘I don’t care,’ Draco admitted passionately. ‘I know that you excite me; that just thinking about you makes my heart beat faster. When I saw you in the circle tonight I wanted to pull you out, to stop you from being chosen. I don’t want to share you with other people. I want you to be mine and I don’t care who you are or what you look like. I know I want to be with you.’
‘I wish that were true,’ the girl said wistfully. She stroked his cheek gently.
‘But it is true,’ Draco assured her.
The girl gave a large sigh. Then, to Draco’s amazement, she sat up and pulled off the mask with one hand whilst pulling down the hood with the other.
‘Is it still true?’ Hermione asked. She looked anxiously at Draco.
Draco couldn’t decide if he was more astonished that Hermione really was his girl or that she had finally chosen to reveal herself to him. He had told her he wanted her and that was undeniably true; but as she had correctly guessed, in the real world outside of Fuck Club it really wasn’t a viable proposition, however perfect she was.
‘I take it that’s a no, then?’ Hermione said sadly as Draco continued to look at her without saying anything. ‘Now you know why I didn’t want you to know who I was.’ She looked genuinely upset.
Draco sat up, too, and reached out to gently stroke Hermione’s face. All those years he had hated her for her supposed inferiority to him, and she was anything but inferior. She was perfect, and it was so unfair that he had to give her up just when he had finally got so intimate with her. He thought of what his father would say if he discovered Draco had fallen in love with a Mudblood, or what the Death Eaters would do to her if they discovered his secret. If he became a blood-traitor, turned against his family and everything he had always believed in for her, he would be putting her in danger as well as himself, which would be an extremely selfish thing to do just because she was good in bed.
But his traitor brain made him think about how good she felt and how he felt when she had cum for him, screaming out his name. The memory of that made him even more aroused, now he could put Hermione’s face to it. And loving perfect Hermione would enable him to put one over on his enemies, Potty and the Weasel, too. The idea that she was his lover, not theirs, was just too delicious to ignore. And above all that, overriding any other consideration, was the fact that he needed her, wanted her; and he didn’t care how selfish it was, he was going to have her.
‘Of course it’s true,’ he told her tenderly. ‘I told you, it doesn’t matter who you are, you’re perfect — and you’re mine.’
For a moment Hermione looked as if she was going to cry, so Draco kissed her to try and stop it. He couldn’t cope with tears.
‘I don’t really know how we should play this,’ he told her honestly some time later, once the kissing stopped. Another mind-blowing orgasm had been achieved as well, leaving him in no doubt that he would do absolutely anything that was required to keep hold of Hermione. ‘But I’m open to suggestions.’
‘I think perhaps it should remain our secret for the time being,’ Hermione said. ‘I don’t think Harry and Ron would be very happy if they knew about us.’
Draco chuckled. ‘No, I don’t think they would. And I know my father would kill me. Actually, he would probably kill both of us.’ He pulled Hermione to him, not wanting to let her go but knowing they had no choice. They didn’t need to get caught being out after curfew.
‘I wish we could stay like this all night,’ he admitted, his hand still gently stroking Hermione’s back. He just couldn’t seem to stop touching her, even now. ‘But it’s almost curfew; we have to go. Promise me I can see you tomorrow.’ He was aware he possibly sounded a little desperate, but he didn’t care. Perhaps it would help Hermione to realise he was being completely serious about them being a couple.
Hermione smiled. ‘I have free time tomorrow evening. Ron and Harry will be at Quidditch practice. I would normally go to the Library to study but I can meet you instead if you want.’
Draco kissed her again, already looking forward to the following night. Now he just had to get Hermione back to Gryffindor Tower before Snape caught them and punished them both for being out after curfew.
‘We’d better get dressed,’ he said, sounding a little maudlin, ‘although to be honest, I’d much rather stay here with you.’
Hermione was already pulling out of his arms, sitting up, and picking up her robe. Draco stood up. He bent and picked up his robe, then held out his hand to help Hermione stand. As their eyes met they smiled at each other, knowing that nothing would ever be the same between them again.
‘What I don’t understand is how you got your clothes on so quickly last time. How on earth did you manage that?’ Draco asked curiously.
Hermione chuckled richly. ‘I didn’t. Even if I’d had my clothes there I wouldn’t have had time to put them on, not even with a spell. You were far too close behind. All I could do was cast a glamour and pretend I was coming from the Library.’ She looked at Draco. ‘I’m so glad you didn’t actually touch me properly, otherwise you would have realised immediately I was actually still naked under the robe. Instead, you saw the uniform, and together with my disgusted manner it was enough to throw you off the scent.’
‘Very clever,’ Draco admitted as he pulled Hermione into his arms for a final kiss.
‘I didn’t expect you to still be interested, though,’ Hermione said honestly. ‘I thought it was just lust on your part — you came so close to winning that night.’
‘I know,’ Draco said. ‘And you have no idea how disappointed I was when I didn’t manage to make you cum. I wasn’t bothered whether I did, just as long as you did. Once I realised that, there was no way I was giving up on you. You wouldn’t believe how many meetings I went to trying to find you again.’
Hermione laughed. ‘I don’t go very often, usually only the monthly ones. It’s always interesting to see the new members.’
‘And how did you feel when you realised it was me?’ Draco asked. He suddenly realised Hermione’s answer was rather important to him.
Hermione smirked. ‘Well, seeing as it was me who put your name down in the first place, I’m rather glad you chose me.’
Draco looked at Hermione with surprise; then a smug look took over his face. ‘So you fancied me, then.’
Hermione looked at Draco carefully for a moment. ‘You’re handsome and fit. But your personality leaves a bit to be desired.’ Draco scowled at this comment. ‘You know it’s true,’ Hermione added. ‘You’ve always been horrid to me. But Fuck Club gives you the chance to play out your desires without all that pure-blood crap getting in the way, so I thought I’d take a chance. I have to admit I didn’t expect you to fall in love with me . . . or that I would fall for you.’
Draco’s heart soared at Hermione’s admission that she felt the same way about him as he did about her. He looked at her intently. ‘I don’t want to go to Fuck Club anymore,’ he said quietly. ‘I don’t need to.’
Hermione shook her head. ‘Me neither. I think I got everything I wanted out of it.’ She smiled, running her hand tenderly through Draco’s blond hair before leaning forward to kiss him once more.
After the kiss finished Draco took Hermione’s hand and led her from the room, walking her back towards the staircase up to Gryffindor Tower.
‘You don’t have to come all the way,’ Hermione said. ‘You need to get back to your common room or you’ll miss curfew.’
‘I want to,’ Draco said. In truth, he still didn’t want to let go of Hermione; worried that once he relinquished her hand, whatever they had shared would be over and would turn out to be nothing more than some sort of dream or fantasy.
‘We’d better hurry, then, otherwise you’re going to get into trouble,’ Hermione said, and the two of them sped up.
‘You will meet me tomorrow, won’t you?’ Draco asked once they were outside her common room door.
Hermione nodded. ‘Definitely. Wild horses couldn’t keep me away.’
She blushed a little at her candour, then bent forward quickly to give Draco a small peck on the lips, reminiscent of the first kiss she had given him during Fuck Club. She squeezed his hand gently. ‘I’ll see you tomorrow.’
Draco squeezed back but finally released her. ‘Until tomorrow.’
He stepped back and watched as Hermione gave the password to the Fat Lady. She looked back at him and gave a small wave before stepping through the now-open door. Draco turned away and walked briskly back towards the stairs. This evening had definitely been the best of his life. Not only had he found the wonderful girl with the perfect pussy but she had turned out to be beautiful Hermione, the girl of his dreams. And she wanted him as much as he wanted her. It was going to be tricky continuing without giving away the relationship to his friends and family, but he would manage it somehow. She was worth it, and there was nothing in the world he wanted more.
As he entered the Slytherin common room Draco knew he was wearing the biggest shit-eating grin, but he really didn’t care. Right now, everything was just perfect.
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