Adult-FanFiction.org : Harry Potter

How to drive away Dementors	By : 2CRsgt Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Draco/Hermione Views: 11076 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I have no claim to the Harry Potter series. No money is made or asked for either.

Chapter List
- 1-How to drive away Dementors
- 2-The Day After
- 1
- 2
How to drive away Dementors if you don’t know Patronus Spell
By 2CRsgt
Disclaimer: I have no claim to the Harry Potter series. Unless real life interferes, updates. No money is made or asked for.
“Speaking/Talking” ‘Thoughts/Pondered’ "SHOUTING/SCREAMING/YELLING"
Hermione Granger – 13
Draco Malfoy – 13
Chapter 2
The Day After
Thursday, September 2^nd 1993

Care of Magical Creatues
Hermione rolled her eyes Draco was acting like his normal pratty self as if nothing had happened between them yesterday. Draco ignored everything Hagrid said which was odd. Hermione knew he wasn’t stupid, bigoted yes, opinionated; a bully at times, a bit of a loudmouth, the list goes on and on. It was enough to make Hermione wonder what she saw in him then she remembered when he looked at her on the Express with those pussywillow grey eyes, she turned to mush.
The bird/horse hybrid raked her Draco with its claw. His school robe was in tatters. He cried like a baby, “I’M HURT! I’M HURT! I’M GOING TO LOSE MY ARM! WAIT ‘TIL MY FATHER HEARS ABOUT THIS!”
Hagrid tried to calm the animal down. The Slytherins were embarrassed to have Draco in their House and the Gryffindors acted all superior.
“Ah want someone ta take Mr. Malfoy ta infirmy.” Hagrid called over his shoulder. Hagrid didn’t understand why the students didn’t understand they had to be respectful with hippogriffs.
The students milled about smartly with no volunteers. Hermione saw Draco wink at her while held his arm and moaned piteously.
“Oh, for piety’s sake, I’ll take him. Come on you big baby.” Hermione huffed.
“HERMIONE! Harry yelled shocked.
“He’s a dirty snake! You can’t trust none of ‘em” Ron said with absolute certainty.
“I’m hurt. I’m hurt. I’m gonna die. Are hippogriff claws poisonous?” Draco whined.
“This way,” Hermione tugged Draco’s robe.
When they were far enough away, Hermione asked, “How bad?”
“A scratch, nothing more, I want you. There’s got to be someplace we can be alone for this period?” Draco reached for Hermione’s arse.
“Behave, not here they can see you.”
“Hmmm, CMC is double period today, that’s about three hours left.” Draco said.
“We’ve got to see Madam Pomfrey first.” Hermione said primly.
“Awww, tell her I’m having a lie in instead.”
“DRACO,” Hermione growled.
“When you act all cavewoman…” Draco brushed her cheek, “it makes my club hard as a rock.”
Hermione’s cheeks dimpled when she smiled, “For a Slytherin bastard you say the nicest things. Let’s find someplace private.”
In the shadow of the castle courtyard Hermione placed the palm of her hand on Draco’s chest, “My undies, I want them back.”
“I can’t my arm hurts. I won’t be able to hold them.” Draco held an arm.
“It’s the other arm.”
“Who cares? It’s not my arm you want,” Draco smirked.
“Wrong, my undies, give them to me.”
Draco stepped closer to Hermione and opened her robe so he could reach under her skirt for her knickers. Hermione halfheartedly wiggled her hips to stop Draco from pulling them off. After he pocketed the knickers Draco tugged the bottom of Hermione’s blouse loose.
“Not here someone might see.”
That didn’t stop Draco from completely unbuttoning her blouse.
When they walked out of the shadows Hermione could feel the wetness between her legs. Draco was a right bastard to make her to do this.
Inside the double doors was the Grand Entrance Hall. Past the stairs up to the towers and past the stairs down to the dungeon was the antechamber where the new students waited before the sorting. Once inside the antechamber Hermione complained while she helped Draco take off her robe, blouse and necktie.
Draco reached around to unhook her bra, “I’ll keep both, they match.”
“You WILL buy me new ones of my choice, right?”
“Of course, money’s no object to a Malfoy,” Draco’s thumbs teased the raised nipples of Hermione’s breasts.
“I want matching red ones.”
“You’d look better in green. Tell you what though, I’ll compromise, how about green and red?”
“They only sell those around Christmas.”
“So you go without ‘til then,” Draco looked around, “Where’s a bed when you need one?”
“Don’t know. I’m so horny I could bust,” Hermione mumbled.
Draco was not supposed to hear that. He smirked.
Draco scooped up Hermione’s blouse and robe off the floor. “This way bitch,” and pulled her back out in the Grand Entrance Hall.
(Next September while the new first years waited for sorting Professor McGonagall held the red and gold necktie and wondered which of her Lions used the room instead of a broomcloset.)
“Draco,” Hermione hissed. She had nothing on above the waist and only a skirt below. Shoes and stockings wouldn’t stop Hermione from being fucked. She didn’t like being where anyone and everyone could see her. But she followed Draco back in the Entrance Hall. Hermione excused herself because everyone was in classes.
Draco stopped to tug on Hermione’s skirt. He unhooked the hook and eyes so the closed zipper held her uniform skirt up.
Hermione slapped Draco’s arm, “Not here, not now.”
He raised one manicured eyebrow and gave the zipper a short tug.
When her skirt dropped far enough to show her pubic hair Hermione grabbed the waistband of her skirt and glared at Draco.
“Draco,” Hermione growled.
He stepped forward. Draco’s hands slipped under the loose waistband of Hermione’s skirt to hold both globes of Hermione’s ass. “You want it and you know it.”
Hermione looked nervously at the double doors to the Great Hall was only a few feet away. “I hate you.”
“I hate you too,” Draco loosened Hermione’s unresisting fingers to let her skirt drop. “Pick it up and give it to me.”
“And if I don’t?” Hermione challenged.
There was a loud SMAK from Draco slapping Hermione’s bare ass, “If you don’t everybody going to hear me spank you.
In seconds Hermione handed Draco her skirt. “What now?” Hermione asked reluctantly but her thighs were becoming wet.
“Come with me,” Draco ordered.
Hermione didn’t want to but what choice did she have? What choice did she want? She was wetter than Hermione thought she should be. Half naked Hermione, she still had her shoes and stockings, climbed up the stairs with Draco. “The things I do for a good fuck,” Hermione mumbled to herself and followed the Slytherin prince through the halls of Hogwarts. “Draco! I’m not your slave.”
“Could’ve fooled me?” Draco eyed Hermione’s mostly nude body.
Hermione couldn’t leave. Most of her clothes were in Draco’s arms. “Could’ve fooled you what?” Hermione stood still defiantly fists on hips. Hermione’s dramatic pose was ruined by her lack of clothing.
Draco did appreciate the mudblood’s body. Her full hips, her curly bush, her luscious breasts and… and… oh hell Granger is so much better than Pansy. Slave? That gave him an idea.
Draco tried to change his voice, “How much for this female Gryffindor?” He stroked one of Hermione’s breasts. “Notice how full and round they are without sagging…”
“DRACO!” Hermione batted his hand away.
“Quiet girl or I’ll have to lower the price.” Draco slapped an ass cheek. “Notice how firm her arse is, why I bet I could bounce a sickle on them.”
Hermione tried to step aside but Draco held her in place.
“Shush, I think I’ve got an interested bidder.”
“TWO KNUTS!” In Draco said in his normal voice.
“You insult me sir,” Draco switched back to his auctioneer’s voice. “Look at this,” Draco brushed his hand over Hermione’s cunt hair, “How full, how thick it is. Can you imagine the treasure hidden beneath?” He slapped the back of his hand against Hermione’s flat toned abdomen, “Listen to how tight her tummy is. She can safely bear several children who would also be your slaves making her a bargain at any price.”
“DRACO!” Now he had gone too far with his game.
“Sorry dear,” Draco kissed Hermione.
Hermione’s mind was derailed, ‘He called me dear?’ Hermione ignored being in the middle of an upstairs hall and wrapped her arms around Draco’s neck.
Draco smirked when Hermione couldn’t see his face, ‘That one word gets the girls every time.’ He rubbed his hands on Hermione’s smooth skin. “Come on we’re not where I want to go yet.” And he picked up Hermione’s clothes from the flagstone floor. After a short walk they stopped in front of a wooden door with gold metal work.
The door opened to Draco’s password. With an exaggerated bow Draco waved Hermione in, “Welcome to the Prefect’s Bath.” He bragged, “I know all the passwords except the damn Ravenclaws. Their riddles change for every person - smartasses.”
“What? How do you know the password? You’re not a prefect.”
“Let’s say personal potion supplies can be expensive on a professor’s salary.”
Draco placed the bundle of Hermione clothes on a nearby shelf.
Hermione stared in wonder at the bathroom. The classic mermaid murals, gold faucets along one side of the swimming pool sized bath and the hanging chandlers. “All this only for prefects?” Hermione said shocked.
“And quidditch captains. Oh yah… don’t forget the Headboy and girl,” Draco’s arms held Hermione’s waist from behind. “All hot and bothered, all naked, all together at the same time. This bath must get more action than any broomcloset.”
“That’s not right. Dumbledore has to be senile to allow this... only 30 students are allowed in this room with a swimming pool at all? The pool’s big enough to hold all 30 at once!" Hermione gasped in disbelief. She stepped wider when Draco’s fingers tried to go between her legs. Draco’s fingers found her sweet spot. “Think of the orgies that must happen every year! I’ve got to be a prefect!” Hermione said her voice thick with lust. Draco’s fingers in Hermione’s slit worked to increase her lust.
"Nah, you don’t have to be a prefect, most of the Slytherins take part. Greengrass is very popular." Draco replied a trifle smugly.
Hermione didn’t like the idea of Slytherin House abusing one of the special privileges of those who worked for their positions even if she did not agree with how the bath was restricted to so few. She slapped Draco’s leg, hard.
"WHAT!?”
“You ARE inviting me next time, right?” Hermione arched an eyebrow.
“You mean none of the prefects in your house told anyone?" Two of Draco’s fingers were now three inside Hermione.
"Of course not, that must be against the rules." Hermione huffed. She leaned against Draco.
"So is our being here but here we are," Draco’s fingers wiggled rapidly in Hermione. She was undressing Draco as fast as she could. Hermione wanted Draco to fuck her ASAP but she had to stop when Draco’s fingers brushed her clitoris just right.
Draco pulled his fingers out of Hermione. “Sit,” he ordered.
“Wha…” This caught Hermione off guard.
“Your shoes and socks, take them off.”
“Stockings,” Hermione automatically corrected. She took them off and gave her knee length stockings to Draco without him asking for them.
Draco slapped Hermione’s ass, “Down.”
The slap brought Hermione out of her daze, Wha…”
“Down on all fours,” Draco ordered and poked her with his hard dick for emphasis.
With his hands on her shoulder and back Draco forced Hermione down in the doggy position. Draco liked this position because he could hold a girl’s breasts while he screwed her from behind. Granger surprised Draco. Before yesterday on the Express he always thought of Granger as a bookworm. Who knew she was a sex pot also.
Hermione couldn’t get on her hands and knees fast enough.
Draco pushed in easily. Hermione was sopping wet, ‘She really wants this bad.’ He started smoothly and slowly pushed in a little faster with time. There was no rush they had hours. Potions was next and Professor Snape would mark his absence ‘Excused.’
Hermione started to move. Her hips pushed back when he pushed in. At times she moved from side to side or up and down.
Draco never had a sex partner like this before. A pureblood witch usually didn’t move and let him get his jollies. Hermione wanted her jollies also. He didn’t know what to make of this, it wasn’t natural, despite her kinkiness Granger was a willing fuck.
Hermione rocked in time with Draco’s thrusts, they would never be friends but that didn’t matter, Draco had a cock and knew what to do with it. And that made Hermione happy. Draco made her satisfied and that was all that mattered.
Draco emptied in Hermione before they slowed to rest. Hermione did not orgasm she showed all the signs of coming close and was enthusiastic but she didn’t cum. Draco prided himself on his bedroom skills so he…
“AIIIEEEE!!!” Hermione screamed when Draco bit her. Wave after wave of pleasure tore through Hermione. She sagged against Draco when her emotions overwhelmed her. They sat on one of the many beds in the Prefects Bath. Officially they were not beds but wide dressing benches. They were wide enough and long enough so as far as Draco and Hermione were concerned, they were beds and they fell asleep.
It must have been hours later when Draco woke up. Hermione’s hug made Draco slightly uncomfortable. Girls just didn’t latch on to him like this and never mudblood girls. His hands were not where he expected them to be, they held Hermione’s waist not her goodies. Now that Draco was awake he untangled himself and laid Hermione flat on her back. One hand caressed the soft skin of her buttocks. 'They're so round, soft, and firm. Morgana's cunt; I want her...' He was actually surprised he thought that. What was wrong with him? Granger was available that’s all. Maybe he should dump her before he became too attached to the mudblood.
Draco’s hard, straight penis slipped into the sleeping girl. He wanted to see if he could shag her without waking her. He heard Blaise brag about it but he never tried that before. So he pushed in and out slowly no matter how much he wanted to pound Hermione hard and fast. He could feel the pressure building. It took all of his self-control not to jackhammer Hermione for his release and fill her with his cum again. It was the worst sort of torture but Draco managed to finally ejaculate without waking Hermione. Draco rolled over. Now he could say he did it. Never again he vowed. It simply was not worth it and went back to sleep.
Later they both woke up and Draco was hard again. The dressing bench had no pillows of course so Hermione summoned the towels from the shelves to act as a pillow. When no longer needed she tossed her wand on the nearby clothes. Resting her head on the summoned towels Hermione commanded in a low husky voice, “You… me… now.”
This was wrong. He gave the orders. Not her. He tolerated her bossyness because she saved his life. Now she was acting like they were a couple and that was not acceptable. Draco growled, "You will do as I say! You are mine! Up on your knees!" "I will take and use that which is mine!" He thought while he slapped Hermione’s ass cheeks like a bongo drum.
Hermione's eyes flashed fire, "I'm nobody's property! If you think your play auction meant anyth…"
Her tirade was cut short when Draco pushed into her ready or not. Hermione's grunt told him that she was unprepared, 'Good! The bitch needs to learn her place.' Granger would learn, oh yes, she would learn who holds the whip. 'She's the quiet type. You know what they say about the quiet types.' Draco thought, ‘Where can I get hold of a whip?’ He gripped her hips in a vice tight grip and thrust into her soft folds repeatedly until he exploded deep inside her one more time.
Draco tipped Hermione over so he could relax on her using her for a soft warm mattress suddenly Hermione pushed him off. "You're a good fuck but heavier than a blanket. Get off."
Draco slapped Hermione’s flat abdomen with a loud CRACK! She would learn her place. He was the pureblood wizard and she is the mud… non pureblood witch. He hated to do it but for his own self-respect he had to give up Granger and look for a new witch.
Hermione curled in a ball. That slap hurt. What hurt even more was he hurt her and didn’t seem to care. Hermione cried silent tears. Her wand was too far away. Why did he slap her?
Draco got up, dressed and banished all her clothes. That would teach her. “You know what you did wrong. Think about it.”
Hermione’s wide eyes watched Draco walk out the door, he never looked back. That hurt most of all. Hermione bit her lip. She knew what her mistake was. Draco is Draco he hadn’t changed! She did. Draco was not her boyfriend, never was and when she acted like he was a boyfriend it upset him. They were fuck buddies nothing more. He hurt her. It was time to move on.
The End
- 1
- 2
You need to be logged in to leave a review for this story.You need to be logged in to leave a review for this story.
Report Story

How to drive away Dementors