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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
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Chapter List
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Author's Note: Sorry this chapter is a couple hours late, I wasn't home unti labout 15 minutes ago. Chapters might start slowing down from here, as this is the last completed chapter. Chapter 5 is in the works right now, and should be up on schedule by tomorrow night, but no promises.
PS: Sorry again for missing paragraphs, I honestly don't know how that keeps happening.... they're in now...
Chapter Includes: Oral, HJ, and Sex

Chapter 4
Those words troubled her through classes the next day. You can't get enough,. What the hell had Malfoy meant by those words? What twisted misconception did he have about her now?
Okay, so she'd slept with him. Twice. And she was keeping it a secret. She hadn't even told Ginny, she realized as she listened to the redhead describe her bedroom antics with Harry to her and Luna. She told Ginny everything.
But, this was a step too far. She didn't need anything from Malfoy. She'd just tasted the forbidden fruit, gotten what she wanted, and she was done. It was over. Malfoy had practically invented the 'hit it and quit it' techniques of sex, after all!
That didn't mean she could get it out of her head, though. She felt her body heat up every time she saw him stretch, or that smirk on his lips. A glimpse of his fingers, or his tongue, was all it took to set her off.
By the end of classes she was certain she'd have gone mad. She'd actually had to run back to her dorm and change knickers during her free period. What had gotten into her?
Malfoy, of course. And his mere presence would never let her forget that. It had, however, been an invaluable experience, though. She did her homework in the library during dinner, given there really wasn't much to do. It gave her a blissful, Malfoy-free hour or two, before she did her patrols and headed back to their shared dorm.
Draco was in his room, she guessed, when she got back and hopped in the shower. She washed off her 'stink of the day' quickly, feeling just... tired. She slipped out and headed back to her room, without spying hide nor hair of Draco, and quickly changed.
It was while she was brushing out her hair that she heard it, the shower turning back on. Draco was in the bathroom, showering, naked... She shook her head, dispelling those thoughts as quickly as they came. No, she was done with that. She wasn't reckless.
But, she did need to brush her teeth before bed, she noted, slipping into a little black satin set of pajamas, cute little shorts and a tank top. Humming a tune, she headed for the bathroom to do just that. And, well, if she happened to see something, it was nothing she hadn't seen before, right?
Draco headed straight into the shower after quidditch practice, leaving his clothes scattered across the floor in his rush. It'd been raining earlier in the day, and he'd gotten muddy to and from the walk to the pitch. It'd been a long hard day of torturing Granger. He never had elaborated for her the meaning of his words from the night before. She would figure it out soon enough. She'd figure out how badly she needed to be fucked. Until then, he'd just enjoy the ride.
He was in the middle of rubbing body wash over his middle when the bathroom door opened. He was surprised. Hermione never came into the bathroom when he was using it. It was against one of her rules. So one could imagine his surprise when he realized that she was getting ready for bed, as though he wasn't even there.
A smirk curled onto his lips, something that was happening more and more frequently this week. She was doing this on purpose. She had to be.
Draco poked his head out of the shower, looking at her for a moment. Since when did she wear that to bed?
"Nice PJs, Granger," he said to her, his voice raised slightly over the sound of the water pouring from the shower head.
Hermione felt a slight smile on her lips as she brushed her teeth. "Thanks," She replied nonchalantly after spitting out the foam. "I got them in London, they were just too cute not to." She explained conversationally. Nevermind they were technically lingerie, but they made comfy PJs too.
Draco grinned with amusement at her turned back. Since when was she so casual? Or was this simply her getting back at him for walking in on her in the shower? If so, it was a poor revenge, he wasn't even remotely embarrassed.
"Don't you think you'll be cold tonight?" he asked, admiring how the shorts hardly covered the roundness of her butt cheeks. It was a glorious sight to behold, one that she apparently had no issue with sharing.
Hermione shrugged, sticking out her tongue and giving it a good brushing as well. She spat again before answering. "There's a warming charm on my blanket for cold nights. Picked that trick up third year. The other girls always kept the windows open in our dorm, so it became habit. I wasn't in the mood for flannels anyways; wanted something a little... softer." She explained, taking a dose of mouthwash and swishing it around in her mouth.
He had to give her credit, she was getting good at being coy, but he wasn't good enough. "You know, a quick jump under this hot stream of water will warm you up, too," he suggested, wiggling his eyebrows at her. He knew she was probably looking at him through the mirror, after all.
Hermione spit for a third time, ducking her head to hide a smirk. She sighed almost dramatically. Her eyes had indeed been watching him in the mirror the whole time, and still were. "I just had one actually, thanks." She dismissed him, and felt pleased by this. Sure, he was fun, but she had self control.
Draco almost felt rejected. Almost. Hermione was a smart girl, and if she'd even remotely caught on to what he'd said to her last night, she'd be making a strong effort to resist letting anything happen again. Unfortunately for her, he wasn't about to let her forget just how horny a slut she really was.
"Who said anything about bathing?"
Hermione raised a brow at him in the mirror, wiping her mouth with a hand towel. "Still no, Malfoy. I'm good, thanks." She replied, chuckling, her tone as simple as if she were telling him she didn't want seconds at the dinner table.
Draco shrugged. "Suit yourself. I don't think my cock could handle your vice grip two nights in a row anyway." Let her think about that visual for a moment, and see who didn't want to join him in the shower then. With that he ducked back into the shower, continuing with his routine as normal, though he listened carefully for her approach, knowing she'd have to pass the shower to get back to her bedroom, just as she'd passed it on her way in.
Hermione felt the slickness that had been building all day, the very memory of last night having such a powerful effect. He'd taken her hard and rough, turned her on and driven her wild with his words, his actions.
A shiver rolled down her spine, but she snorted and tried to just... Ignore it. She supposed, heading back towards her room, her fingers would have to suffice for tonight.
Little did Hermione know, Draco wasn't just about to give up the opportunity to prove her wrong and himself right. Not to mention give up the chance for another incredible fuck. When he saw her come into his view, Draco acted quickly.
He reached out of the shower, wrapping his strong hand around her thin arm, and pulled her into the steam filled shower. Pajamas be damned, he'd buy her new ones if it bothered her that much. He pushed her against the lengthwise wall of the shower, and pressed his body against hers, hands on either side of her head now to box her in. His eyes were dark with lust as he looked down at her soaking figure.
"Still good?"
Damn. She was anything but good at this point. But Hermione wasn't about to tell him that. Even if it was more than water soaking her pajamas now.
"Still good," She affirmed, looking up at him through her lashes. Her voice was low, husky, but she couldn't help that. Damn him for what he did to her.
Draco chuckled darkly, and one hand slid down her body, grasping her breasts in turn quickly before moving down her pierced stomach to her tiny shorts. He stuffed his hand down the front of them, and stuck one finger deep inside of her. Meanwhile, he leaned in to whisper into her ear.
"Still good?"
Hermione shuddered, her soaked walls clenching around his finger, sparks of desire shooting through her. But, she persisted, because she was enjoying his behavior. "Mhmm..." She insisted lowly, closing her eyes.
Draco moved the long digit within her, pushing it deeper and deeper with each teasing gesture. "You're soaked for me, Granger," he taunted her. "And don't tell me its from the shower. Your pussy is slick and sticky and begging for another fuck." He wanted to feel her knees buckle, wanted her to moan and beg for him.
Hermione let out a small, simpering sound of pleasure, rocking her hips just so to encourage his movements as they bantered. "Mmm... There's that ego again..." She replied, having trouble finding words already. "Maybe I should leave so there's room for it in the shower?" She smirked, eyes still closed as she steadily became drenched, inside and out.
Draco withdrew his finger from her quickly as punishment for her lip. "That's no way to show gratitude to the only dick that can get you off," he scolded her. "The only tongue," he continued, his mouth moving towards her neck, hovering over her pulse teasingly. "No way to show gratitude at all..."
Hermione groaned her disappointment at the loss, eyes opening again. "Damn it... Don't stop..." She whined before she could help herself. Damn him. Damn Draco Malfoy for being so unbelievably sexy and skilled.
"You know, I think I should," he spoke decidedly. Draco had an idea, and she wasn't going to like it. "I want to know you appreciate me getting you off. Touch me, Granger." She never had. He'd given her multiple orgasms now, and yet she'd never laid a hand on him. It was a little unfair, if one asked him.
Hermione blinked at him, surprised by the... 'request'. She'd never considered handling him in return, an area she was still inexperienced in. She'd done some of course, but not enough to even begin thinking she could get him off.
Biting her lip, she cast her eyes over Draco's torso. She may not have been terribly fond of Quidditch, but she could appreciate its effects on the male body. Lean, toned muscles and firm abs... She shivered again, just looking at him.
Tentatively, Hermione pushed off the wall, splaying her hands on his chest, wet pajamas forgotten entirely. She decided to take her time, explore him a bit, because he looked too delicious not to, tracing her fingers over the contours of his muscles, feeling the strength his lanky form hid. Her hands were working steadily downward already, but she took her time to appreciate him.
After all, this fantastic body had successfully gotten her off. Maybe she should have shown it a bit more love.
She was moving much too slowly for his taste, however, the feeling of her hands on his body, so careful, so timid. It was a new sensation to him, especially compared to all the girls who'd so confidently had their fun with him. He began to grow rigid before her, his eager cock now standing at attention very close to her navel ring.
"Wrap your hand around my cock, Granger," he instructed, a bit more gently than his previous request. She was clearly new at this.
Hermione obliged, sliding one hand down to wrap around his cock, the other still mesmerized by his abdominal muscles. She liked a nice set of abs on a man; what girl didn't?
Feeling bold, and maybe even whimsical, she sank down in the slick tub, her exploring hand moving to Draco's hip as the other squeezed his hardness lightly. Her lips fell to his stomach, tracing the exceptional muscles there with wet kissed and her tongue. She wasn't completely naive, of course, and began moving her hand along his cock. Up and down, steady and just a little on the slow side as she squeezed, helping herself to a taste of his skin all the while.
It was more than Draco had expected, and his dick twitched happily in her hand. He looked down at her, awed by the tenderness of her touch. Who knew such a simple gesture as kissing his stomach could be so sexy? Her, apparently. New or not, the sex addict had a natural way with her body. He was going to enjoy getting to know her talents, bringing them out of her. Part of him hoped that this little thing they had going would last until graduation.
"That a girl," he encouraged, eyes locked on her. Her hair soaked like it was, it actually looked extremely, extremely hot. "Show me what you can do."
Hermione couldn't help a small smirk at the encouragement, and slowly picked up the pace of her moving hand. Not overly fast or hard, but just testing his reactions. An experiment, really. Nothing more.
She didn't know what had come over her, having never felt like this before. Draco's attention, his desire, it made her feel desirable, sexy, in a whole new way. Her body, apparently, was reflecting that. Bold curiosity got the better of her as she stroked him, bringing her head down further to kiss the tip of Draco's cock. Then, a little lick, sampling the salty fluid building up there; it wasn't half bad, if she was honest.
He did want to be appreciated though, she reminded herself, licking her lips tentatively. So, she went for it, giving in to a sudden urge, mental images of the idea driving her wild. She opened her mouth and took his tip in, hollowing out her cheeks the way she'd read about and sucking it lightly. Her other hand joined in the effort, brushing against his sack and fondling it carefully as the other stroked him steadily.
"Bloody hell," Draco groaned. He'd asked her to touch him, not suck him. But, again, there'd be no complaints from him about it. She'd never done this before, that much was obvious. He appreciated her boldness, and the feeling of her mouth encasing him was heavenly if not a tad sloppy. He had no intention of stopping her now.
"You're a fucking natural," he growled to her, eyes closing and head falling back to appreciate his sense of touch alone.
Hermione was encouraged on by his words, the sounds he made. She never thought she'd have such a hold on Malfoy of all people, that she'd turn him on so much. It spurred her on, the movements of her hands growing quicker, a strange feeling of determination filling her. She began to bob her head, a little uncertainly, sucking lightly as she found purchase in the new territory. She was taking more of him in, inch by inch, at a comfortable pace, and found it wasn't entirely an unpleasant experience. Not yet, anyways.
The bloody little vixen! Draco could hardly think, because the feeling of her throat around his shaft was overwhelming. He was severely torn between letting her continue and stopping her to pound her through the wall. In the end, the enjoyment of standing back and letting her test out this new form of sexual pleasure won out. He looked down at her again, groaning as her tongue did something interesting against him, something she probably didn’t mean to do or even know she did.
But she did it again, because the reaction he gave made her shudder in need. Hermione was enjoying herself, enjoying the sounds Malfoy made, the way his cock twitched and throbbed as she swallowed him into her throat. Her hand stroked the length of him she hadn't taken in, tipping her head to peer up at the blonde man through her lashes.
She repeated the gesture with her tongue again. Her other hand gave his bits a soft squeeze, rolling them with curious care over her fingers, making every effort not to damage them. Her leg shifted, putting her heel against her snatch through the soaked satin, rocking against it; she needed the friction. How could this turn her on so much?
Draco's eyes locked with hers as she worshiped his deserving cock. Merlin, at this rate he wouldn't last long. He was almost sure the shock and disbelief were turning him on as much if not more than her actual actions. He'd gotten blow jobs before now, but never had such an amateur had him so quick to lose his cool.
"Fuck, Granger, either stop or get ready to swallow," he warned her, a kindness, really. Usually he had no problem catching a girl off guard by blowing his load.
Hermione slowed for a moment, giving his words consideration. She knew second hand that plenty of women didn't swallow a man's load for a variety of reasons, most of which were taste. The sampling she'd had from Draco hadn't been terrible, though, and she couldn't imagine a full load would be much worse. And how would she know she didn't like it if she didn't try?
She drew back, taking a deep breath through her nose when her throat was clear. Her hands moved from his shaft and bits, and found Malfoy's slim hips instead. Her arms wrapped around his waist as she sank back down, swallowing him into her throat, but kept moving, taking as much of him in as she could. And then she sucked hard, bobbing quickly while holding herself to him. Merlin, she needed to get off, and soon.
At first Draco thought that she was heeding his advice and backing off, but a moment later she shocked him when she took him into her throat again. "Fuck!" The shock combined with the sensation threw him for a loop, and with a hand suddenly fisting into her wet hair, he came hard, shuddering as several quick currents of seed shot into her throat.
The force of it caught her by surprise, her throat clenching as she gagged, the salty fluid flooding her throat and mouth as she tried to swallow it all. Her grip on his waist allowed her some leverage to pull away, releasing his cock with a wet 'pop', not caring where any remnants of his release might go. Hermione swallowed and panted and gasped for air, eyes closed. "Bloody fucking hell..." She swore softly, shuddering. Merlin, she needed to get off.
Draco sighed with relief as he finished, a small final spurt of cum splashing onto her but being quickly washed away by the stream of hot water. "Fucking hell," he said with a chuckle, leaning forward against the wall behind her for support. Then with a dark smirk, he looked down at her and, other hand still in her hair, he brought her (as gently as he could, considering) to her feet.
"You're a bad little girl, Hermione Granger," he whispered huskily to her. "A dirty fucking whore if you ask me."
Hermione didn't protest or disagree; she didn't have the state of mind to. She needed to cum, so badly it almost hurt. The pain of her hair being pulled, his words...
She whimpered, pressing herself into him, soaked PJs and all. Her lips found his without thought, rubbing herself against him as best she could in this position, trying to showcase her desire. She felt like she was going to go mad if he didn't make her cum soon.
Draco kissed her back just as thoughtlessly. His hands moved to her tiny waist, pulling her against his erection, which hadn't even had time to deflate by the time it began to grow again. He pushed her back until her back hit the wall, and he began to peel the shorts away from her skin and down her legs, they needed to be gone.
When he thought they were down far enough that she could wiggle out of them from there, he went for her top, carefully beginning to pull it up. Only then did his lips break from hers with a gasp, realizing he hadn't been breathing the entire time his tongue had been down her throat. When the top was gone, his lips found hers again, and he pulled her up by the waist, wrapping her legs around his middle as he'd done so many times before with other girls.
He didn't enter her, however, not yet. He wanted to hear her beg for it, he'd always make her beg for it. He ground his body against hers, teasing her with his hardness.
It was possible, she'd realize sometime later, that she'd wanted this more than she'd realized. Her piercing tonight was the same teardrop style as it had been three nights ago, but tonight it was a brilliant emerald, not ruby.
Hermione moved her hips against him, nails biting into his shoulders as she clung to him. "Please," She whined, unthinking and needy. "Please, for heaven's sake, fuck me, Malfoy!" Her words were husky and breathless.
She was anything but good at this point.
Well, Draco certainly didn't need to be told twice. He laughed at his accomplishment, before drawing back his hips just an inch, and plunging deep inside of her soaked and needy pussy. After quickly adjusting his grip on her, he went to town, pounding into her mercilessly. He'd known it was coming. The more they fucked, the more frequently she'd need more. Pretty soon, no doubt, she'd be hunting him down during their off periods for a quicky.
Hermione cried out in bliss, bucking and writhing in pleasure against him. She squeezed her legs around his waist, muscles tensing rigidly around his cock as he pounded her into the wall. Her nails raked down his back, leaving red tracks in Malfoy's pale skin as she took everything he gave.
"Yes, yes!" She gasped and cried, trying to get him deeper inside, moving against him with a fury. "Merlin, yes, Malfoy!" She needed it, needed to cum. He was the promise of relief, and the very idea of going solo was becoming extremely unappealing.
The fact that they hated each other so much, he swore, was half of the appeal. The other half was that Hermione Granger had a drop-dead sexy body and a vice-grip pussy that he'd never get sick of. Maybe she used some sort of magic to keep herself tight? If so, she was as brilliant as everyone always said.
He hissed as her hails scraped his skin, the action causing his movements to temporarily slow as he shuddered with desire. "Ugh, yes, Granger. Take it, take that thick cock in your tiny pussy!" Dirty talk seemed to turn her on, and he was happy for that, because he would never run out of dirty things to say to her.
Draco groaned and bucked wildly into the little vixen. He'd fuck her raw if that's what it took. He thanked Merlin for his libido, she was going to be a needy one, and he didn't want to disappoint. No way he'd let some other bloke take over his job as her personal orgasm provider.
Her teeth in his skin made him hiss once more, and the hand that was on her thigh tightened its grip in a bruising fashion.
Hermione's jaw tightened, muscles fluttering, spasming, before clamping down around him as she fell over the edge. Her nails bit into his skin, her teeth sank deeper into him, and Hermione couldn't be arsed to care if she drew blood as she screamed her pleasure. She was cumming, and it was an intense, powerful orgasm, better than anything she felt as her body let loose. She barely noticed the fluids shooting between them as Draco ravaged her, but it only made it ever hotter, the heat triggering a heightened sensitivity that had her eyes rolling back in a bliss of ecstasy.
Draco wasn't far behind her., but feared he could easily fall if he didn't brace himself carefully in the slippery tub. He brought one foot up to rest on the edge of the tub as he thrust into her forcefully, a cry of pleasure and pain mixing so wonderfully in the midst of everything that was happening. His grip on her thigh only tightened, and with a loud groan, he came once more, regretting only after starting that his luck was bound to run out eventually.
He really needed to start pulling out.
Hermione's vision went white in the heat and the pleasure, eyes rolled back into her head as she enjoyed the blissful peace. Her hips bucked with his, shuddering as she came down, and released her jaw's tight hold on his shoulder, resting her head there instead as she struggled to catch her breath. Every time just got better, more erotic, more exciting, and every orgasm he gave her was better than the last.
He really was good at shagging her rotten.
Draco slowed to a stop and carefully separated himself from her, helping her to unwind herself from around his body and gain her footing.
"You can't get enough," he told her again, trying to to laugh as he recovered from the high of sex. They were the same words he'd used the night before. Hopefully this time she'd have a better understanding of the meaning.
Truth be told, there was nothing for her to be ashamed of. People who aren't hooked on sex are either crazy or not getting any. If anything, he was impressed by her ability to be so desperate for a good shag while maintaining her bright and shiny image as the do-no-wrong Gryffindor.
There it was again, those annoying words. Yet again, after they'd shagged. Hermione groaned her frustration at him, leaning back against the cold tile, which cooled her heated skin. "You have to ruin it, don't you?" She complained. "You can't just keep your sodding gob shut and let me enjoy it for a bit before you ruin it by muttering nonsense."
Draco held his hands up like he didn't know what he'd said wrong. "Who said it was a bad thing? I, for one, do not have a single bad thing to say about it." He couldn't help his smirk, though. She was irritated, clearly defensive. If she was defensive, it meant she must know how true his words really were.
Hermione rolled her eyes, steadying her wobbly legs and leaning down to pick up her PJs. "Whatever, Malfoy," She sighed in a sing-songy way. "Still no bloody clue what you're on about. And I expect you to replace these." She waved the soaked satin at him as she righted herself, positive they were ruined. But, she was more than content right now, and couldn't bring herself to actually feel angry about it.
Draco grabbed her arm quickly to stop her from going in such a rush. "You may want to get a hang of one of those contraceptive charms," he told her with a smirk. "Wouldn't want to take any life-altering risks."
Hermione raised a brow at him, something akin to a smirk curling onto her lips. "I happen to have that area covered, Malfoy." She informed him smartly, turning her nose up at the very idea she'd be unprepared. "Size small. You can call it a Christmas present if it makes you feel better." She tacked on almost playfully, climbing out of the shower and flitting lightly out of the room.
She was changing into a fresh set of PJs (the same outfit, in blue), when she noticed the bruise on her thing and had to fetch a salve for it from her first aid kit. Bloody Malfoy, marking her up. He was lucky he was pretty. It wasn't until she was absent mindedly applying the salve to help the bruise heal, that it hit her.
She'd kissed Draco Malfoy.
Willingly!

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