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Convenience and Inconvenience	By : ArizonaIceT Category: Harry Potter > General > General Views: 11600 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Hermione was starting to see why Professor Snape called the younger students brats.

Don’t get her wrong, she loved their enthusiasm and excitement that they had for the school, she felt the very same way. But in their excitement, some students skirted around the rules, and partook in juvenile activities.

It was a few weeks into the semester and Hermione had caught two young Ravenclaws loitering in the hallways minutes during supper. She had figured they were lost, perhaps needed some directions. She walked up behind them and called out to them. They whipped around and at the sight of a prefect, the Head Girl no less, their faces transformed into thinly veiled worry. She could see one of them had something behind their back.

“What is that?” Hermione asked.

“What is what?” The boy said in an unconvincing lie. Hermione just put her hands on her hips, and gave them her best domineering authority figure stare. She was getting rather good at it, because the student brought his arm back to his front, and opened his hand. In it, was a small blue marble. Well that wasn’t to-

*POOF*

As the thought went through her head, the marble exploded in a large wave of blue goop, coating the hallways, the boys, and Hermione.

‘The Weasleys’ Wizard Wheezes Brand Mischievous Marbles.’

She should’ve known.

Hermione gave the students 3 weeks detention, and made them go to their dorms covered in the goop as punishment. She tried to scourgify herself, but of course the sludge covering her was magic resistant. She had to admit Fred and George certainly thought out their products.

Well, she had to get clean, so she got to go somewhere that was quickly becoming one of her favorite places.

The Prefect Bathroom.

Honestly, access to the bathroom alone almost made up for the stresses that came with being Head Girl. Almost. She enjoyed the privacy of it, at least when Moaning Myrtle was being a little pervert and spying on people. She went to the 5th floor, to the bathroom's entrance, leaving a trail of blue as she went. She uttered the password: pine fresh, and walked in. She turned on the large pool’s and many faucets, making sure to have the water hot; she loved her hot baths. When it was full, she stripped out of her stained robes, and lowered herself into the water. The small luxuries. Hermione cleaned herself thoroughly, making sure not to leave a speck of blue on her; then, she just relaxed, wading in the water of her bubble bath, breathing in the steam, closing her eyes and just enjoying herself.

She honestly lost track of time of how long she’d been in there, when the door clicked open.

“Thought I might find you here”

Hermione’s eyes snapped open. Of course.

Draco.

She looked at the door, and there Draco was, standing in his green quidditch uniform, smirking as he always did.

“Thought I locked the door.” Hermione said, raising an eyebrow.

“You did.” Draco responded. Without another word, the Slytherin began to strip out of his uniform.

“What are you doing?”

“What’s it look like? I’m going to bathe.”

Draco casually continued to strip, pulling his shirt over his head, revealing his right muscles and pale body. He then undid the ties of his pants, and shimmied them down, until he was only in his naturally green boxers. He looped his thumbs into the waistband of his boxers, pausing for dramatic effect, and to shoot Hermione a wink. The Gryffindor tried to seem like she wasn’t all that interested in his little strip show, despite her eyes being glued to him. He pushed his boxers down, letting them slip down his thin legs. He kicked them aside, and sauntered toward the pool in his nude glory.

“I didn’t invite you to share my bath with me.” Hermione said a bit playfully.

“When has permission ever stopped me before.” Draco drawled, as he lowered himself into the warm water. He swam over to Hermione and circled her a few times, like a crocodile. He stopped behind, placing his hands on the small of her back.

“Hermione, looks like you need to be washed.” He said, rubbing his hands up the side of her body. Hermione shuddered as his palms glided up her wet skin.

“I’m already clean.” She said through a breathy gasp. Draco’s hands continued to move upward, until they were at the top of her ribs, right under her breasts.

“Now we both know that’s not true.” He crooned. He brought his hands up to cup Hermione’s breasts, squeezing them lightly in his hands. Hermione bit back a moan as he rubbed her breasts, ostensibly cleaning them, but in reality, just enjoying how they felt in his hands. He brought his fingers to her nipples, and began to lightly flick and pinch them, rolling the pebbled buds between his finger tips. She could feel his cock pressed against the small of her back.

“Hnng….I think...I think those are clean enough.” Hermione stated, trying to sound serious, and not at all needy.

“Hmmm, I suppose you’re right.” Draco said, sounding a bit disappointed. But then a lecherous smile spread across his face, one that Hermione didn’t trust. Suddenly, Hermione felt Draco’s arms wrap around her waist. She squealed in surprise as Draco lifted her, and walked toward the edge of the pool and sat her down on the ledge.

“What are you- NNGGGGH..”
Hermione’s question was answered then Draco spread her legs apart, and dove head first between them. He pressed his mouth to her slit, prodding at it with his tongue. He gave her cunt a long lick from bottom to top, before spreading her lower lips with his hands, and lapping at her folds. Hermione moaned out openly, and her hips bucked up into his mouth. Her hand went to his blonde hair, holding it in place.

“Merlin, Draco!” Hermione gasped out as he ate her out. She swore she could feel him smile. Draco latched his mouth onto her clit, and began to lavish it with his tongue. Her hips bucked and twitched, as she essentially began to hump his face, trying to get more of his mouth onto her.

“Draco..Draco..Draco…”

He did always like it when she said his name over and over, so he doubled his efforts, sucking and licking on her quim. Hermione’s eyes nearly rolled into her head from pleasure. Her peak was coming, and coming fast.

And then-

*Click*

The sound of the door. Someone was coming in. Dammit, why didn’t Draco lock the door back.

She panicked, and not knowing what else to do to avoid being caught in this compromising position, she hopped forward off the edge back into the pool. Draco didn’t know what was happening, but suddenly his head was submerged under the bubbly water, and Hermione was holding him there.

In walked Ginny in her Quidditch attire. She was co-Captain of the Gryffindor team with Harry, and therefore allowed access to the prefect bathroom.

“Oh! Hermione, I didn’t know you were here.” Ginny said, smiling at Hermione. The brunette's face was flushed red, as she tried to maintain a semblance of normality.

“G-Ginny. How was practice?”

“Not too bad. We have Hufflepuff this weekend, so we just did a light workout.” Ginny explained. She talked on about Quidditch, her brother, and Harry for a few minutes, unaware of the wet ferret right before her. Hermione could feel Draco struggling in her grasp, but she couldn’t let him up just yet. “Well I guess I’ll leave you to enjoy your bath. I’ll go shower in the girl’s dormitories.”

Ginny turned to leave, but not before noticing the pile of Slytherin Quidditch gear on the ground. She looked over shoulder, shooting Hermione a knowing smirk. Hermione flushed even redder. Shaking her head and laughing slightly to herself, Ginny exited the bathroom, making sure to magically lock it as she went.

Finally, Hermione let go of Draco’s head, who came surfacing from the water, gasping for air.

“ARE YOU BLOODY MAD?” He yelled, after a coughing fit. Hermione had the grace to look contrite.

“You didn’t lock the door.” She mumbled. Draco just scowled at her.

“So you try to drown me?!”

“Draco, I’m sorry...I panicked.” She responded lamely. She actually heard Draco GROWL at that. IT shouldn’t have turned her on like it did. “I’m sorry, I’ll make it up to you somehow, I swear.” She said, as she moved to get out of the pool. Draco however had different plans, grabbing her harshly by the hair, forcing her to stop and look at him.

“Oh, you’ll make it up to me alright Granger.” He said, a sinister smile spreading across his face. Hermione gulped, knowing this wasn’t going anywhere good.
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“Ah, well that was a refreshing bath. Don’t you think Granger?”

Hermione just groaned.

“Yes, I agree. Anyway, I’ll be off.” He said, as he pulled on the last of his clothes. “Anyway, I’ll see you later tonight for rounds. Oh, and Granger, apology accepted.” He said, before walking out the door.

The apology in question, was Draco fucking the sense out of Hermione for the last hour and a half. He wasn’t very happy about her almost drowning him, so he made it known by fucking her hard in every position he could think of. She laid face down on the marble floor of the bathroom, completely exhausted, covered head to toe in his cum: face, ass, tits, back. He even made sure to leave an ample amount in her hair, just because.

Great. Now she had to bathe again.
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