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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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October rolled around, so that meant one thing - Hogsmeade was open for business.

Honestly, Hermione was excited. She needed to get out of the castle. Though she loved being Head Girl, the duties did weigh on her, especially since she was doing double classes on top of it. Ron called her out of her mind for doing all of that, but he was always an underachiever (though he was probably right). Regardless, it would be a nice respite from everything.

It was dinner time, and as usual. She needed to use the loo, so she got up, and went to the one located around the corner. She did her business, and when she exited the bathroom, Draco was standing right at the door, startling her.

“Merlin Draco!” She exclaimed. “Don’t do that! Why the blazes are you standing outside the girl’s loo like a werido?”

Draco just smirked at her.

“Saw you leaving the Great Hall. Followed you just in case any trolls showed.”

Despite herself, Hermione snorted a laugh.

“Seriously though, what is it?” She asked. Draco’s smirk broadened and he leaned forward, supporting himself on his forearm against the stone wall.

“What time are you going to Hogsmeade tomorrow?” He asked.

“What?” The question caught Hermione off guard.

“Hogsmeade.” He said again slowly. “I planned to go to the Quidditch pitch early in the morning for some practice. After a shower, I can be ready to go to the village depending on your schedule”

“Draco I-” Hermione didn’t finish her sentence. She looked around to see if anyone was coming. Quickly she cast a Muffalito Charm, just in case anyone happened by. “Draco, we can’t go to Hogsmeade together.”

“And exactly why not?” Draco asked, raising a blonde eyebrow.

“You know why. I thought we agreed to keep our...situation a secret.”

It was true. Hermione and Draco went to great lengths to keep their intimacy a secret. Well Hermione did at least.

“What does that have to do with anything? It’s just Hogsmeade.” Draco pushed. He stood back up, crossing his arms over his chest. Hermione felt a headache coming on. He was going to make this difficult, wasn’t he? Never could accept boundaries, even the strange ones they’ve established.

“People will see us together. They’ll talk-”

“People already see us together.”

“As Head Boy and Girl. That’s different and you know it.”

“Bloody hell witch, It’s not like I’m declaring my love for you here!” He exclaimed, throwing his hands up in frustration. “It’s just Hogsmeade.”

Hermione’s face pinkened a bit at that, but she set her jaw and stood firm.

“I can’t Draco.” She said firmly. Draco’s face screwed into an ugly scowl of rage. Hermione thought he was about to explode into one of his famous tantrums. But suddenly, his face relaxed, and his eyes went hard.

“Whatever.” He mumbled, turning on his heels.

“Draco, don’t be like that.”

“I’m not being like anything. I’m respecting your wishes. I assume you’re going to Hogsmeade with Potter and Weasley. Have fun.” He stated, not bothering to look back at her as he began to walk away. Hermione felt a pang of guilt in her stomach. She wanted to say something, something to get him to stop, but all that came out was-

“I’ll see you for rounds.”

If he heard her, he didn’t acknowledge it as he kept walking.
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As it turned out, Hermione didn’t see Draco for their nightly rounds. He switched places with a 6th year Ravenclaw prefect for the night. The guilt she felt was replaced with annoyance and anger. Draco was just being a child she decided. Always pouting when he couldn’t have his way. Still though, she did feel bad denying him. He seemed so earnest in wanting to take her out, but she couldn’t allow it. That would be against their unwritten rules. It’d be too intimate - they were in it for the pleasure they could bring each other, not there for each other’s time.

Hermione, Harry and Ron headed to Hogsmeade around 11. It was as bustling as ever, especially given the weather was rather pleasant for October, pleasant enough for her to be comfortable in a simple orange knitted long sleeve shirt, and some jeans. The trio made their typical Hogsmeade circuit, hitting up Honeydukes, Spintwitches Sporting Needs (for the boys naturally) ,Scrivenshaft's Quill Shop (for Hermione naturally) before finally heading to Three Broomsticks around 2pm. It was earlier, so the inn wasn’t too crowded, though the trio saw many familiar faces. Like Dean, Seamus, and Luna and Neville. Luna waved at Hermione while Neville nervously averted his eyes.

The three got a table toward the back, and talked as they always did. Eventually Ron and Harry got into a heated Quidditch debate, one which Hermione had very little interest in. She decided that it was a go freshen up in the loo, so she got up and made her way over. The bathroom of Three Broomsticks was in a side hallway, as to give some privacy to users. She went to the door, and just as she was about to push it open, a pair of hands grabbed her from behind. She was suddenly pulled into a dark broom closet with the door magically closing once she was fully inside. Hermione was about to raise all hell kicking and screaming, before a familiar voice whispered.

“Quiet now, Hermione. I didn’t silence the room.”

The hands holding her released her, and she spun around to see the dimly lit face of none other than Draco.

“Malfoy?!” She hissed quietly as she began to rain down her fists on his chest repeatedly. “You slimy git! You scared the graces out of me.”

Draco didn’t respond, just looking down at her.

“Well?! Are you going to say something? What is the meaning of this?”

“You didn’t think I’d take your slight lying down, did you?” He said, voice low. Hermione gave him a confused look. Before she could question him further, Draco quickly pulled out his wand and the tip glowed green. All of a sudden, Hermione’s legs gave out, no longer able to support her weight - a jelly leg jinx. Draco caught her, but only so he could reach into her pocket, and pull out her wand before letting her fall to her knees.

“Draco? What-”

“Quiet Granger. You’ve done enough talking.” He growled dangerously. There was no room in his tone for argument and that made Hermione admittedly nervous. She however was not one to let a man tell her what to do, so despite her better judgement, she spoke again.

“Don’t tell me to-”

Before she could finish her sentence, Draco grabbed her by her bushy hair, at the root. She hissed in pain as her pulled back, craning her neck

“Quiet.”

This time she obeyed, gritting her teeth at him. Satisfied that she wasn’t going to speak again, he continued.

“You’re ashamed to be seen with me.” He said simply. Hermione's eyes widened at his words. She opened her mouth to object, but he cut her off. “That wasn’t a question. It’s a statement of fact.”

Hermione wanted to argue, she really did. She wasn’t ashamed of him. Well that wasn’t the word she’d used. It had nothing to do with him really. She enjoyed spending time with Draco. He was funny, suave, and when he wanted to be, downright chilvarous; not to mention that the sex was always amazing. But she was worried about how people would react if they learned of their ‘interaction’ with each other. As far as the school knew, they were still at each other’s throats most of the time.

“You care too much about what other people think.” Draco stated, pulling her from her thoughts. Hermione glared at him, and wondered if he was using Legilimency on her. “You think I give a shit if anyone sees us together? You think their opinion matters?” He ranted “...I really wanted to take you out for a nice day today.”

His voice was solemn with a tinge of disappointment in it, and the guilt she felt yesterday came flooding back to her. He was trying to be nice, and she shut him down. Draco always tried to act aloof and uncaring, but after months of sneaking around with him, she knew better. She had hurt his feelings.

“I’m sorry Draco.” She said quietly. Draco gave her a small smile, and rubbed her cheek with his hand.

“Prove it.”

Hermione’s eyebrows shot up in confusion. Draco’s hands went to his belt and he began to undo it.

“What are you doing?” She asked, voice cracking as he pulled his belt free from it’s loops and began to undo the buttons of his expensive looking trousers.

“You’re going to show me just how sorry you are, Granger.” He drawled cryptically. He got his buttons undone, and slid down his pants and boxers, revealing his half hard cock. Hermione’s eyes grew wide, and looked between his pale member and his unconcerned face.

“W-we can’t” She stuttered out. “Not here.”

Draco wasn’t hearing it. She tried to move her head away, but he simply grabbed a handful of her brown curls and held her in place. He shifted forward so that his cock was just inches from her face. She shut her mouth closed tightly, set on not giving in. He was being ridiculous. She was sorry, but this was too much. He wanted her to suck him off in a dingy broom closet, with her friends just feet away. He didn’t even silence the room. Draco rocked his hips forward, rubbing his cockhead against Hermione’s cheek. With his free hand, he grabbed the base of his prick, and began to swipe it across Hermione’s features, smearing pre-cum all on her pretty face. Her cheeks burned red as she felt him harden against her face. He pulled her forward, burying her face in his annoying perfect set of balls. She was forced to inhale his scent, his natural musk mixed with his undoubtedly expensive cologne that he wore. Fuck, she hated that he smelt AMAZING.

With his member mostly rigid, he pulled back, pressing the tip of his cock to her tightly closed lips.

“Open up Granger.” He demanded. She shook her head in childish defiance. “Granger...”

“MhHm”

Draco sighed and grabbed Hermione’s nose between his fingers and pinched. If she wanted to breathe, she’d have to open her mouth eventually. Hermione held out as long as she could, and it honestly surprised Draco how long she could hold her breath, but inevitably she opened her mouth to gasp for air, and that was all the time he needed to thrust his hips forward, and fill her warm, wet mouth with his cock.

“Yessss” He hissed out as he gained entry. He wasn’t gentle - this was her apology, so he shoved half of his impressive length into mouth with his initial thrust, causing her to gag slightly. She had blown him numerous times, and honestly quite enjoyed it, but she was always in control when she did, setting her own pace and depth. But now, all she could do was feebly push and slap against his thighs as he pressed his hips forward more, sliding more of his throbbing member into her throat. Hermione felt tears sting the corner of her eyes as her throat stretched and struggled to accommodate him. The strong hand in her hair kept pulling her forward until her nose was pressed against her nose was pressed against his neatly trimmed blonde pubes. She looked up at him with watery eyes as she gagged and sputtered around him. He just looked down at her with half hooded eyes and a smirk. Bringing his other hand to her hair, he began to thrust in and out of her mouth roughly, fucking her mouth. All Hermione could do was hold on while he rode her face

“HRRUKK….GlurcK….Glurck…GLACCK-” She gagged. Hermione never took him this deep, or this hard when she was in control. Her throat burned, spit and drool ran down her chin, all on her shit. Shame, she really liked this shirt. Hermione’s mind was racing as he fucked her throat - leave it to Hermione to somehow overthink a facefucking. He was so rough, so intense, so Draco.

Draco decided he needed a breather, he didn’t want to spill his seed too soon. He pulled himself free from the confines of her mouth, and she gasped for air, spit connecting from her lips to his glistening prick.

“F-fuck…” she rasped out, trying to collect herself. He was far from done with her, grabbing the base of his cock, and slapping it against her cheeks, not hard enough to hurt, just hard enough to make a lewd, wet slapping sound, which Hermione hoped no one could hear on the outside.

“Merlin witch, do you know what you do to me?” He breathed out as he continued to rub his wet cock all over her face, absolutely ruining her makeup. “You drive me mad.”

He pushed his dick back into her mouth, pressing it on the inside of her cheeks, making her cheek bulge out. All she could do was moan and drool around him. He did the same to her other cheek, before swiping his cock head over her pink tongue multiple times. Despite the humiliating nature of everything, She wiggled her tongue, lavishing his tip lovingly. She was sorry after all.

“I’m going to let you take over, princess.” He groaned. “I want you to take me deep, and fast. Show me that you’re sorry. Will you do that for me?”

How could she deny him when he calls her princess. She’d be a damn liar if she said she wasn’t extremely turned on by this. Her panties were completely soaked. She wanted to please him. She wanted him to come. She wanted to show him that she wasn’t ashamed of him. She nodded with his cock still on her tongue. Draco removed his hands from her head, and watched her intently. She took a deep breath of air to ready herself, placed her hand flat on his pale thighs, before diving forward, taking him back into her throat by her own will.

“HRUCK…” She gagged involuntarily. She wasn’t going to let that stop her, as she pulled back several inches, and dove back down. She began to fuck her own throat, taking him down with deep, rapid bobs. Occasionally she herself at the base of his cock, challenging herself to keep him lodged in her esophagus, tongue lolling out of her map to lap at his balls, before pulling back to the tip, hallowing her cheeks to apply suction to him all the way. In the truest Hermione fashion, she was pulling out all stops to please him with her mouth.

Draco was breathing hard, hands clawing at the wall behind him. He’d whisper “fucks…” and “so good…” periodically, along with praises of Hermione and her talented mouth. She loved when he was vocal, giving her compliments, no matter how vulgar they were. ‘My little cocksucker’, shouldn’t have almost made her cum on the spot, but it did as she moaned around him.

“I’m going to cum Hermione.” He moaned out. “I’m going to fucking cum!”

He pushed her off of his cock, and began to pump it rapidly with his hand.

“Show me that beautiful face of yours.” He ordered. Hermione would’ve thought him calling her beautiful was romantic if she wasn’t currently on her knees. She closed her eyes and leaned forward, presenting her face to him, folding her tongue over her bottom lip.
Draco stroked his cocks a few more times before he orgasm tore through him, and his cock erupted all over her face, Ropes landed on her cheeks, tongue, nose, forehead and chin. A few spurts landed on her sweater as well - shame because she REALLY liked that shirt. When his spurts subsided, Hermione took him back into her mouth, to suck the remaining cum from him, making sure he was completely spent.

“Praise Salazar.” Draco said, slumping back against the wall of the closet. “Look at you, just absolutely filthy. Covered in my seed. I should make you walk out there covered in my cum for your little pals to see.”

Hermione eyed him nervously

“A-are you going to?” She asked, voice hoarse wavering a bit. His eyes grew wide, and his eyebrows shot to his hairline, before he let out a bark of laughter.

“Merlin, you’d do it wouldn’t you.” He said in disbelief and a bit of appreciation. “No. It wouldn’t behoove me to have you banned from the stores of Hogsmeade before I take you out tomorrow.”

“Tomorrow?”

“Yes, tomorrow. Tomorrow I will meet you outside the girl’s dorms at 10am, and I’m going to take you out for the day.”

It wasn’t a request.

Hermione nodded her head in acquiescence.

“Good.”

Draco undid the jelly legged jinx, and cast a quick Scourgify to clean Hermione’s face and shirt. He helped her to her feet, and opened the closest door. She tried to step out, but before she could, he quickly grabbed her, and pressed a hard kiss to her mouth. She moaned into it, fisting at his shirt. After several seconds, he pulled back.

“You are forgiven Hermione.” He said simply, before letting her go on her way.

Looks like she had a date.
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