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What Hermione Wants	By : HermioneCosplayer Category: Harry Potter > General > General Views: 7041 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter 5 (Night Riders)

The next few days were uneventful. Draco spent most of his time training with Professor Snape or outside. Having the Quidditch pitch to himself chasing a practice Snitch on his new broom was a luxury even to him. Hermione was on her own most of the time. Since Professor McGonagall had not yet arrived for the term, she spent much of her time enjoying having free reign of the library and researched anything she could find about past Head Boys and Girls. She also visited with Hagrid. She was a bit nervous about spending time alone with Draco in their shared sitting room that lead to the Head Boy and Head Girl’s rooms. She knew she had to get used to it eventually, but she figured it would be easier when the school wasn’t so empty.

Their meals were served in the Great Hall, but only one table use by both staff and the new student heads. Hermione and Draco actually shared a few civil conversations and found that they had similar ideas about delegation of Prefect duties. Both felt that it was important from the start to get the representatives from each of the houses working together as a team. This way, they would be able to take more of a leadership role and only step in when it was something the Prefect’s couldn’t handle. Hermione’s motivation was study time. Though she knew Draco was also a good student, she wasn’t 100% sure of his motivation.

The time flew, and the next thing they knew, it was time to get the students. It was very strange riding the Hogwarts Express to King’s Cross Station. It just seemed wrong. The train was so empty and quiet. Other than a few house elves and wizard rail employees, Hermione and Draco were on their own. Since they had to leave right after midnight on September 1st to arrive on time, the new Head Boy and Girl each had a small sleeping compartment. Hermione curled up in her tiny train bed and let the rhythmic sounds and rocking of the train lull her to sleep.

It was still pitch dark when she woke to a hand tightver ver her mouth and a warm, strong body spooned behind her. She struggled and wished she had used her wand to secure her compartment, but the past few days had lulled her into a false sense of security. A voice she instantly recognized as Malfoy’s spoke reassuringly, “Shhhh, I’m not going to hurt you. I just want to talk.” Hermione continued to struggle and made a sound in the back of her throat that implied she didn’t believe him. “I’m going to give you your wand then remove my hand. Do you promise not to scream?” Hermione did her best to shake her head no. “Granger, I’d prefer to have this conversation without having to restrain you.”

Draco removed his hand from her mouth without her promise, continued to restrain her, and Hermione immediately screamed. It surprised her that he didn’t react at all to it. “Silly girl, I already soundproofed the compartment, I just wanted to see if you would be reasonable.” Hermione shook with terror, which was unfortunate because the movement she was making was incredibly arousing to Draco. Tears formed in her eyes as she felt his erection build and begin throbbing against her. Draco knew this just wasn’t going as planned. He wasn’t there to rape her, not that he’d turn her down if she showed the slightest interest. He knew he had to risk letting her go, because he wasn’t sure he’d be able to trust himself much longer the way things were going. He quickly let her go, sat up, and moved to the foot of her bed. She quickly moved in the opposite direction and curled up in a ball at the head of the bed, hugging a pillow to her chest. “Here’s your damn wand, Granger” he said as he actually gave it back to her, though he kept his own pointed in her direction in self defense.

Her anger made it easy to blink away her tears. “We’ve been at Hogwarts alone for almost two full days. Why on earth did you wait till a time like this to talk to me? What did you expect me to think?”

Draco ignored her question. “We really haven’t been alone until now. So, who’s your slave going to be?” he asked.

“Why do you want to know? It’s not like we’re going to pick the same person,” she snapped, still annoyed at the timing of the question.

Draco laughed. Hermione noticed it wasn’t menacing and it didn’t seem to have any hidden meaning, just genuine amusement. “You never know, maybe our tastes are more similar than you think. Who gets to pick first anyway?”

Hermione shook her head, “Our tastes are not similar about anything, and if you read your handbook, you’d know that our selection order is based on a coin toss. This year the Head Boy gets to call it.” She was starting to relax. She had her wand, the pillow held to her chest felt comforting and Draco was keeping his distance.

“I don’t know, we both had the same taste in books a month ago.”

Her guard went right back up. “I was wondering when you would use that against me. I’m human, I’m considered an adult, and I looked at a tasteful book about sexuality. It’s not like I ordered the ‘Witches Weekly Adults Only Pinup Book’!”

Draco couldn’t resist teasing her. “You would have in second year if Lockhart was the centerfold.”

Hermione’s jaw dropped. There really had been a special adults only issue of Witches Weekly with a Lockhart centerfold that came out right before second year. Lavender had brought a copy of it with her to school and all the second year girls haent ent days trying to figure out a copying spell that ended up ruining the whole magazine. “I would not have!”

“The lady doth protest too much, methinks!” Draco teased.

Hermione was truly shocked, “Shakespeare, Mr. Malfoy?”

“Why not? He may not have been a Wizard, but he was a pure blood squib. If he hadn’t been so busy writing, he might have learned a spell or two. I think he got kicked out after he didn’t pass any finals in 3rd year. I mean, look at MacBeth, he had to have failed potions miserably.” Draco tried to get his question answered again. “Come on, Granger, who are you picking?”

Maybe it was because it was so late, or maybe she felt secure enough with her wand in hand, but she felt comfortable enough to tease, “I was thinking I’d select Pansy just to torment you.”

Draco was charmed and the erection that had begun with her squirming bounced back to life for a moment. Granger was capable of making a joke about sexual blackmail? ‘Nothing in common, my ass!’ he thought. If he thought there was any way he’d get away with it, he would have kissed her and held her down until she begged for him right then and there. If he hadn’t given her back her wand, he might have given it a try. He studied people, and had found that a joke like that told more about one’s true desires than many things said in seriousness. “Then I guess I’ll have to take Ron.” Draco then realized that there might be a way to persuade her to do anything he wanted right then and there. “What would you do if I did get to go first and I selected the Weasel?”

Hermione was confused. Ron was a prefect; he’d have to agree to it. She also assumed he wasn’t talking about Ginny, she was also a prefect and he usually called her the ‘She Weasel.’ Hermione then confused the hell out of Draco by laughing. He hadn’t known the Head Girl was off limits, maybe he didn’t know about the other rules as well. “I guess Ron would get a lot of practice waiting on a rich, stuck up, arrogant, bastard.”

Draco tried to make his meaning more clear, “No, Love. What would you do right now to stop me from selecting him?”

Now Hermione was sure he still didn’t know all the rules. “Absolutely nothing. With you having him wait on you hand and foot for a year, I’ll end up with a very well trained boyfriend. It will be just like having a maid! Whip him into shape for me, please.”

Malfoy moved closer to her and tried to be menacing, “Are you that ignorant and innocent? Do you have any idea of the kinds of things I’d make him do for me?”

Hermione gripped her wand a bit tighter, but kept up the pretense. “Yes, of course I do, silly. You yourself saw me with the book! I bought it.”

Draco wanted to scream. What was wrong with her? He kept his voice steady and calm. “I’d make him suck my cock till he felt like his jaw will break, then I’d fuck him up his tight little ass until he couldn’t sit down for a week.”

Hermione nodded. “Yes, that was in the book. Will you also help him become a better kisser? He could use some help with that.”

Draco was absolutely silenced. What was she playing at? He opened his mouth speak several times, but words didn’t come out. Hermione wasn’t sure why she decided to do what she did next. It just sort of happened. Keeping a tight hold of her wand, she moved close to Malfoy. “Teach him how I want to be kissed,” she whispered, and then placed her slightly parted lips on his. She kissed him deeply, trying to remember everything she had read because she had never actually kissed anyone like this before. She pressed her body against him and felt so tiny compared to his muscular build. He felt her full breasts pressed against him and he felt the blood rush to his pelvis and a familiar throbbing. Maybe little miss perfect-prefect wasn’t as innocent as he thought. ‘The little mudblood slut has wanted me all along,’ he told himself as their tongues danced in each other’s mouths. It would have been a little but more fun if he had manipulated her into it, but what the hell? He stroked his hand down her side, to her hip, and started to slide it between her legs. Right before his hand reached its goal, he needed to break the kiss to catch his breath, which was exactly the moment Hermione was waiting for. She quickly pulled away using the movements she learned in her secret Dumbledore’s Army training, and quickly slid back to the head of the bed. She held her wand held in ready position as if the kiss never happened, then clearly and assertively commanded, “Now, get out of my compartment before I use my wand. I know some spells that would be very painful in the condition you are in now!”

Draco started to protest, “But…”

“Get the hell out of my compartment, Malfoy. And don’t ever enter my room or a place designated as my space without my permission again!”

Draco returned to his compartment bewildered and with a painful, hard erection. He practically had to crawl to get there. As he reached between his legs to give himself some sort of relief he tried to figure out the situation. What a fucking prick tease! Less than one month ago at Flourish and Blotts, he knew she had let a 100% honest answer slip out. Most likely, she was the only female virgin at Hogwarts above 5th year. He also knew that she was home with her parents the whole month of August, so it wasn’t like she had any chance to change her sexual experience level in the past 4 weeks. She had purchased a book on sexual practices that had the best reputation in the wizarding world, but even the great scholar Hermione Granger couldn’t have learned everything from a book. As he worked his way closer and closer to a climax, he pondered how he had been manipulated and had been completely in her power. At first he thought it had started with her kiss, but now he was sure it started from the moment he returned her wand. He focused on her kiss again. It was the most wonderful, painful, mysterious, confusing, sensuous, demoralizing moment and there was even something sexual in the way she denied him. His physical release finally came, but it was emotionally unsatisfying.

His father used to torture him. Sometimes it was with words that pierced his soul; sometimes it was with whips that literally pierced his skin. He had vowed never to let anyone do that to him again, yet Granger…Hermione had tortured him moments ago and he wanted her to do it again. It was the closest approximation to love he was still able to feel.

After Draco stumbled out of Hermione’s compartment, she removed the silencing spell he had cast and placed a protection spell on the door and windows. After she had her wand back and her initial terror wore off, it had been so much fun! She had played him like a musical instrument and loved it. She laughed at the kiss and pictured poor Malfoy jacking off several compartments over to release some of the frustration.

But then, what if she did let him go farther? Her body had to be every bit as aroused as his was, it was just easier for her to hide it from him. It really could have been exciting having someone inside her for the first time moving in time to the train. Kissing him just to torment him had been more exciting than any “real” kiss she ever experienced. Why did Malfoy…Draco have to be Head Boy? She imagined him as her slave for a moment, and then admonished herself for thinking that way. She did her best to think of the terror and torture Death Eaters brought to the world, but she knew for a fact that he was not a Death Eater yet and was even considering severing ties, something that could mean his death. Most likely, Draco believed that Snape was Voldemort’s double agent, so he had been quite cocky and frankly, stupid, to share his feelings about the situation with him. He was usually smart, powerful….sexy. He also had mellowed quite a bit in sixth year after his father was sent to Azkaban. Hermione sighed. Was he worth the effort of trying to save; he could still be quite an ally to have? Would he join their side? Or was she just making an excuse to act on the hormones rushing through her body right now? She had seen enough of real life in both the muggle and wizarding world to know that the one partner for life, no sex before marriage stereotype had been a myth for a long time. Even at the beginning of the 20th century there was a lot of sex outside of commitment going on, it wasn’t something her parent’s generation invented in the 1960s. Still, her first time had to be with someone she loved. Didn’t it?

Hermione thought for a while and thought back to Draco’s kisses and how easily she controlled him and a question came to mind. Had she ever set a goal she hadn’t achieved? The answer was easier than she thought. No. Every goal she reached for she met. She decided to sleep on this one. As she drifted off, listening to the rhythmic sounds of the train, she thought in third person, “Better be careful what Hermione asks for, because what Hermione wants, Hermione gets.”
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