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Her Secret Addiction	By : K_B_Lynne Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Draco/Hermione Views: 52085 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 5
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, any of its characters or locations, and I do not make any money from this story or any other. Harry Potter is the sole property of J K Rowling.

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Author's Note: Day 3, Chapter 3! I'm hoping to get a chapter uploaded each day (approx. midnight EST), until we run out of new chapters at least. Chapter 5 is being written as we speak! Thanks to everyone who's coming back for more, and welcome to those who are just discovering this story today.
PS: EDIT, there was a missing post towards the end of the chapter, it's been added. Sorry for any confusion!
Chapter Includes: Fingering, Spanking, Sex, Humiliation

Chapter 3
Draco couldn't stop thinking about it. Shagging Hermione's brains out had been the highlight of Draco's year, perhaps even the highlight of his life. It was hard to be on dorm around her without becoming, well, hard. Especially since there was something different about her today. Her hair was soft, silky, straight. He swore she was showing more leg than usual, and when she sat he could see the hem of her stockings. Thigh highs, a scandalous change in undergarments. Even her chest was coming out to play, peeking out from the opening in her blouse like never before.
If he didn't know any better, he would swear she was trying to turn him on. Could it be true? Could Hermione Granger be deliberately seducing him? He knew she was a horny little she-devil, but seduction? He watched her from across the common room, enjoying the view of her thighs, her cleavage.
"Did you finish Slughorn's essay yet?" he inquired into the silence. He stretched and unbuttoned his shirt, removing it and hanging it over the back of his chair, so that only his v-neck undershirt remained.
Hermione brushed a stray curl back, diligently leaned over three feet of parchment and scribbling furiously. The sound of Draco's voice made her look up, turning slightly, the new angle offering a nice peek down her shirt. Even through his undershirt she could see the lean muscles Quidditch gave him, and it just reminded her of their night together.
"Just about." She answered in a pleasant tone, offering a slight smile that might have passed for sultry. The essay was ten inches, and she wasn't even done yet at three feet.
Draco rose an eyebrow at the length of her parchment. "You'll get an O. He'd rather give you an Outstanding than read that whole thing." Some things would never change, he supposed.
"Think you can take a break to work on the patrol schedules. We got three shift change requests for next week." Not that he really cared, he just wanted an excuse to get nearer to her, to test whether or not she was really trying to seduce him, or if she was simply in heat again.
Hermione rolled her eyes, but pushed the parchment aside and closed the textbook in front of her. "Really? Merlin." She sighed heavily as she sat back, stretching. She let out a small, happy sound as she did so, arms up and back arched for a few long moments.
"You'd think they could just suck it up and do the shifts." She complained before stretching her arms out to the side, stretching her shoulders, before letting them come back down.
Draco watched her breasts the entire time. Were they always so round? Or had Hermione switched to push-up bras at the same time as thigh-highs? "Well, not everyone is as dedicated as us, Granger," he said, offering her a small smirk. He was dedicated to the role as Head Boy if only because it was his only chance to earn back some respect.
"Yes, well," Hermione sighed, standing up. "Obviously they've learned not to ask me about shift changes, so they're dedicated to something." She snorted in that Hermione way, crossing the room to the desk she'd taken to storing such papers in.
It was a deliberate move, bending at the waist instead of crouching down. She opened one of the drawers and began digging around for the schedule. Shortening her skirt had proven effective enough in showing off her legs, but it worked here as well, showing off just a hint of her green knickers hidden underneath as she bent down. "So, who wanted their shifts changed?"
Draco's gaze followed her, and her bending had the desired effect. He stood and crossed the room, moving to stand directly behind her. "Oh, er, both sixth year Ravenclaws and the chick from fifth year Hufflepuff," he answered her question, but his arms moved around her, trapping her. He'd love to just take her, right here and now, bent over the writing desk.
Hermione looked over her shoulder, still bent over. He was coming right back to her, just like she wanted. Yes, she wanted him again, but she'd never come 'crawling back' to Draco Malfoy.
One small shift, and her arse was against him, seemingly by accident. "Can I help you, Malfoy?" She asked him, voice a little softer than usual. Merlin, she was already soaked, just thinking about letting him have her again.
"I think the question is, can I help you?" Draco returned to her, pressing into her shamelessly. "You think I haven't noticed your dirty little changes? The short skirt? The cleavage? The sexy stockings?" His hands found her waist and held it tight, pressing her arse into his groin. "Not to mention your blatant bend to show off the knickers." His one hand slid down the front of her skirt, threatening to sneak underneath it.
It took everything in her not to groan at his touch, at the feeling of his groin pressed into her. "I have no idea what you're talking about, Malfoy." She disagreed, but didn't move, didn't protest. And she certainly made no move to stop his hand.
"Really?" he challenged next. "So if I stick my hand down your knickers, I won't find your sweet little cunt soaking through?" His hand slipped down another couple of inches, threatening to do just that. She wanted it, he knew she did, or else she'd been furious with him right now, she'd have hit him, yelled at him, threatened him with her wand for sexual harassment.
"I suppose you'd have to test that one for yourself, Malfoy." Hermione replied lowly, one of her hands finding a resting place on the desk. Merlin, her knickers were soaked through as it was. She might burst from anticipation at this rate!
Draco accepted the challenge, and his hand slid under the material of her skirt, finding her knickers beneath. As expected, they were soaked, slicked with her own fluids of excitement. Draco rubbed her holds over the material, getting the sticky treat all over his fingers.
"You want me to fuck you again, don't you, Granger?" It was so obvious to him. She would never leave the dorm looking like this.
Hermione shuddered, eyes closing at the sensation, remembering the amazing pleasure those fingers had brought her a short time ago. Merlin, she wanted him again. "Now what would ever give you that idea?" She shot back, her voice low and husky, despite her best intentions. Her other hand found the desk now, and she leaned into it without thinking. The very idea of letting him take her like this, right in the common room, had her practically trembling in desire.
Draco was tired of beating around the bush. He rubbed her harder, his fingers teasing their way under the material of her knickers to touch her velvety soft pussy. If she wanted his cock, she could have it, but only if she said the magic words.
"Say it, Granger. Tell me how badly you want it." She wouldn't get it unless she did. Unless she professed her need. She owed him that much after the mind-blowing orgasms he gave her less than forty-eight hours ago. She was going mad with need, if her change in appearance was any indication.
Feeling his fingers rubbing against her smooth, slick flesh was the final straw. Her hips snapped towards the touch, trying to urge his fingers inside of her. "Fuck me, Malfoy!" She gasped, eyes closing as she focused on that sensation, the feeling of him touching her. She felt winded, her legs trembling with need as her pussy oozed for his cock. Damn him for being so good.
Draco's lips curled into a smirk that she couldn't see, and his fingers moved from under her skirt, abandoning her in her moment of need. The sound of a zipper falling became the only sound in the room, and a moment later, Draco pushed Hermione's skirt up to her waist, taking a moment to enjoy the view of her bare ass in that tiny excuse for underwear, before pulling the thin material away from her womanhood.
He rubbed his swollen head against her moist lips teasingly. "That wasn't so hard, now was it?" he asked, before beginning to push inside of her.
"This is," Was Hermione's groaned response, biting down on her lower lip. He was moving so damned slow! She braced her arms against the desk, pushing herself back quickly, hard, so he was fully sheathed inside of her. That was it, that was perfect, and she moaned her pleasure at his cock stretching her open yet again. She could get used to this.
Draco hissed as she surrounded him. The pleasure was intense, unlike any other. "You'd better hold on tight," he warned her, and a moment later, he quickened his pace, his movements becoming harsh. He drove as deep into her as she could take him, slamming her into the edge of the desk with each thrust. This was the stuff fantasies were made of, and here he was, living out the real thing!
Hermione didn't bother restraining herself, letting her forehead rest against the wood as Draco practically tore her apart. She moaned and bucked, thrusting her hips and wiggling her arse encouragingly against him. It was even better than last time, and she was already hurtling towards the edge of bliss rapidly. Merlin, he was an amazing shag. She understood why his skills were practically legendary.
Last time, Draco was aiming to achieve her first man-given orgasm. But now that he'd already given her two, he wasn't worried about that. Now he wanted to show her how exciting he could make it. He reached one hand back and smacked her creamy white ass cheek, leaving a red handprint to form in his wake, while slamming into her continuously.
"Fuck, Granger, your pussy is amazing," he leaned in to whisper into her ear. He felt the need to be vulgar, to let her know just how dirty she was for letting him do this to her. She was a dirty little whore, and he'd never let her forget that.
Hermione cried out in her pleasure, yelping her surprise at the smack to her rear. Yet, she didn't dislike the pain. No one had tried spanking her, not in a sexual manner, anyways. And the husky way he spoke in her ear just... excited her. "Fuck," She whimpered out between moans, rocking her hips hard, pulling him deeper inside of her. She was so close.
He smacked her again, this time for her language. "Was that an f-bomb I just heard from your lips, Granger?" he asked her, scandalized. "What would Potter say if he heard you using language like that? Or dear old McGonagall?" Talking this much smack during sex was new to him, but it gave him a sick thrill, so he rolled with it.
Harry'd probably take the mickey out of her after giggling like a schoolboy who'd just seen his first Playwizard. McGonagall would have a bloody heart attack.
But those were the last things on her mind. The scolding, the smack, they had her shaking, her muscles tensing. "I'm gonna cum," was her whimpered response, a fine sheen of sweat coating her skin now.
Draco grinned with satisfaction. She was actually getting off to being abused and humiliated. What a kinky little slag! "That's it. Cum all over my big hard cock, squeeze it, milk it. You want me to cum too, don't you? Deep inside your needy little cunt." The words were whispered huskily into her ear as he drove into her as hard as he could, leaving bright red marks on the back of her thighs from where their bodies collided.
"Yes, yes!" Hermione cried out, barely hearing Draco's words as he pounded into her. All she cared about was how amazing his cock made her feel, how close she was... She toppled over the edge of her orgasm, a whole new level of intensity sapping the strength from her body. "Oh, yes Malfoy!" She keened as she came, legs giving out and making her sag against the desk beneath her, completely at his disposal.
Draco felt her legs weaken, and he lifted one, bending it over the side of the desk, opening her at a right angle. He continued to slam into her, slapping her other cheek so that he wouldn't leave her sore and bruised. "Oh fuck, yes, yes!" He was so close, so close, and then he exploded, shooting his load deep inside of her and forcing it out again, as there was simply no room in her vice-gripped cunt to hold it all inside.
He pounded into her in deep, jagged thrusts until finally there was nothing left, and he stilled behind her, leaning over her to rest and catch his breath.
Hermione groaned, shuddering again in the afterglow of her orgasm as she just laid against the desk, catching her own breath. After some long minutes, she let out a breathy laugh, propping herself up on her elbows and pushing her sweaty hair out of her face. "Oh, Merlin..." She said breathily, finding a silly grin on her lips. He was damned good.
Draco chuckled as he pulled out of her, taking a step back.
"I think you have a problem, Granger," he informed her nonchalantly. He zipped his pants back up, not worried about the stain now covering the front of them. He looked at his handywork. She was leaking his seed. Her ass was covered in handprint shaped welts. And the back of her legs were bright red from the abuse. And yet, he'd had her screaming his name in about five minutes time.
Hermione Granger was addicted to sex.
"Nothing a shower won't solve," Hermione sighed out contently, slowly shifting to stand again as she set about righting her clothing. She could only assume he meant the mess he'd made of her, after all. "We should probably fix the schedule though, before we forget," She added almost nonchalantly, opening a higher drawer on the desk to pull out the roll of parchment with the patrol schedule.
Draco chuckled at her words. Oh, how sweet, she had no idea what he actually meant. He reached around her to grab the parchment she was reaching for. "There are no schedule changes," he told her, as though he thought it was cute that she believed him. "And a shower will not fix what is wrong with you."
Hermione rolled her eyes. Back to the usual, apparently. Here came the insults. "And just what do you think is wrong with me now, Malfoy?" She sighed, as if she were humoring him and expecting something she'd heard a thousand times.
"Do my lips not go the same direction as your inbred, pureblood slags?" She asked, her tone almost as if she pitied him (or the girls). She rolled her eyes. Playful, yet still rude. The world wouldn't be on the proper axis if they didn't exchange verbal blows at least once a day.
Draco grabbed Hermione's waist, spinning her around to face him. "You can't get enough," he informed her. It didn't sound like an answer, perhaps, but it was. "Don't get me wrong, you'll get no complaints from me."
Hermione raised an eyebrow at him, internally questioning her sanity. "I'm sorry, Malfoy, I think you went into your own little world for a bit there. Mind elaborating?"
A smirk curled his lips again, and he took a couple steps back from her. "Nope, sorry babe. I've got a shower waiting for me." With one last teasing look, Draco turned and headed to his room to undress and put his soiled outfit in the laundry.

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