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Chapter
5


Hermione was in the Great Hall eating her dinner. She had opened a book in front of her,
but was only staring blankly at its pages.
She wanted her friends to think she was reading so they would leave her
alone since Hermione really didn�t feel like talking right now. Hermione had come to the realisation
that she had severely overestimated herself. It had all seemed so simple: Malfoy
would pleasure her, she�d be getting to do some sexual experimentation and it
couldn�t be blamed on her.

She
should have known it could never be that simple!


When this whole ordeal had begun, she had imagined herself to react like
this soave, self-confident young woman who was in touch with her sexuality. She wasn�t the prissy prude everyone
thought she was, so she had set herself up to surprise Malfoy by showing him the
Hermione Granger no one knew about.


Boy, did that not go as planned.

Instead,
she felt like a virgin on her wedding night who still believed that babies came
out of the bellybutton.

At this moment, Hermione�s mind was
filled with confusion and much self-doubt.

Was Malfoy internally gagging as he
touched her or was he secretly enjoying the fact that he had gotten �the
Mudblood� in such a vulnerable position?

Neither of those options seemed very
appealing to Hermione.


The only thing that remained for her to do now was to await her next
lust-episode in dread. The
knowledge that it was coming, yet not knowing when exactly it would be,
was incredibly nerve wrecking.

She found herself hopping into the shower for an average of four times a
day, as she was terrified of smelling badly when the time arrived.

Especially...
you know, down there.

Having
had her breasts exposed to Malfoy was embarrassing, but she was able deal with
that. Other people had seen them
before, since you can�t share a dorm with four other people for 6 years without
occasionally flashing each other, so being topless wasn�t that big of a novelty
anymore.

But
no one had ever seen what she looked like down there.

That
being the main source of her nerves, she had decided to focus her attention on
it to calm herself down. After she
had waxed, trimmed, and used up half her bottle of soap, she had come to the
conclusion it hadn�t helped at all to sooth her anxiety.

Instead,
she was now also deprived of an outlet.


Physically, she felt prepared for her upcoming episode.

Mentally,
she didn�t.


To try to sooth her worries she had gone to check up on Professor Snape
and his progress with the antidote.


He didn�t help much on that account.

�No,
Miss. Granger, the antidote isn�t ready yet,� Professor Snape had drawled. �It wasn�t ready five minutes ago, it
isn�t ready now, and it won�t be ready in the next five minutes, nor the five
minutes after that. Now, if you
would please stop harassing me with your presence...�

The
sadist probably enjoyed seeing her in torment!

So,
Hermione was now nervous, edgy, and in dire need to do something instead of
waiting for the inevitable.

What
to do? What to
do?

*


Draco tiredly collapsed unto the mattress of his bed. He had just returned from paying Pansy a
visit and felt a bit worn out, both physically and mentally. This thing with Granger had left him
incredibly horny and he needed release.
Pansy had eagerly accepted his proposal for engaging in a casual shag,
seeing to both their physical needs.

The
shag was great, no problems there.

The
problem was that the girl just didn�t seem to be able to take �no� for an
answer. Draco had warned her on
beforehand that it was only going to be just another one-time shag, yet
afterwards she seemed to have gotten the idea that she had some sort of claim on
him.


No matter what he said, Pansy just didn�t seem to understand the fact
that Draco Malfoy wasn�t a one woman man.
Pansy was okay for an occasional romp between the sheets, but Draco
wasn�t prepared to offer her more than that.

Draco�s
attention suddenly was drawn to the common room where he had just heard a loud
�THUD� followed a muffled �Shit!�.

�Granger? Everything alright?� Draco asked as he scrambled himself off
the bed and moved into the common room.
An amused smirk crossed his face when he found the Head Girl hopping
about on one leg while painfully clutching her foot between her hands, which she
had obviously hit against something.



�I�m
just spiffing,� Granger slurred as she put her foot back down, swaying a bit out
of balance as she stood on her two feet.

�Are
you drunk?� Draco asked as he took
in her muzzled appearance.

�Nope,�
she answered as she unceremoniously flopped herself onto the couch. �I am absolutely sloshhht!�

Draco
snorted with amusement. A drunk
Hermione Granger... this was new and very amusing! Draco moved to sit opposite her; eager
to see first hand how Granger acted when she was drunk.

�Don�t
you smirk at me, Draco Malfoy!� Granger drawled. �I don�t need your scrutiny! And besides, your face is much prettier
without that awful smirk.�

�So
you find my physique appealing, do you Granger?� Draco asked with amusement.

�Oh
please...� Granger said dismissingly.
�Mister eye-candy is going to act oblivious. Do you think girls roll in your bed
because of your �charming personality�?�

Draco
snorted.

�Now
you went and hurt my feelings,� he said sarcastically. �You�re a mean drunk,
Granger.�

�Don�t
you fucking give me any lectures, pretty boy,� Granger slurred. �If anyone has a reason to drink:
it�s me!�

�And
why is that?� Draco asked with merriment as he casually leaned back into the
sofa.

�Like
you don�t know!� she answered.
�Life really is a happy-joy-joy-land for you, isn�t it? The only thing you have to deal with is
to sacrifice a few minutes out of your day to feel me up, without it even
affecting you in the slightest.
While I�m constantly walking around breaking out into a sweaty
angst! I�ve showered so many times
my skin is about to peel off! And
why? Why? Because of
you! Because I actually care
about your comfort when you... do whatever it is you�re going to do. That�s more than I can say for you,
since-�

Draco let the words wash over him as
he stared at Granger with glee. She
was quite talkative when drunk. It
seemed that she had kept a lot inside that was now forcing its way out. It was quite amusing to hear how a puny
question like �And why is that?� could breach the gates of wordiness. It was a bit worrisome though, since she
didn�t even seem to draw any breath in-between sentences.

But as she kept babbling on, and on,
and on, Draco couldn�t help but take in her appearance as she sat opposite
him. Her drunken state had made her
neglect the posture she would normally have kept while wearing a schoolskirt,
something Draco really wasn�t complaining about. She was casually laying back into the
cushions, one foot on the floor and the other leg nonchalantly sprawled over the
seat; giving Draco a nice flash of thigh and a hint of her white, cotton
knickers. Her shapely leg was
spread out before him, taunting him with its seductiveness.

As
Granger kept on talking she went to take her shoes off, in the process giving
Draco a pretty good look at her cleavage as she bent over to untie her
shoelaces. Draco moistened his lips
a bit and unconsciously shifted himself a bit closer to the luscious sight
before him, much like a hungry dog would eye a window display full of
sausages. Next thing she pulled her
legs up on the seat, crossing them and letting her chin rest on her knees as she
chattered on. The sloppy way in
which she had arranged her legs now showed Draco more than a �hint� of her
knickers. He felt his throat going
dreadfully dry all of the sudden.
The sight of part of her panty-covered mound and the soft skin of her
lily-white bum had shot right to Draco�s groin. The stupid thing was, Granger didn�t
even seem to realise how much of a seductress she was being.

�-and
then I almost went through with the lightning bolt-thing,� she continued,
oblivious to Draco�s bubbling arousal.
�It would have been funny, but I really didn�t feel comfortable
about having to poke around with a razorblade down there. Honestly, the last thing you want to do
is to give yourself a circumcision when-�

Draco
had stopped her from continuing her rant by leaning forward and briskly clasping
his hand in front of her mouth. He really couldn�t listen to her for another
moment. The more she talked, the
faster she spoke... until it was positively worrisome. For a moment there, he thought she was
about to explode.

The
moment his hand had clasped over her mouth, Draco realised that he had made a
mistake. As she stared at him
wide-eyed, he could see her eyes darken and her pupils dilating.

Shite!

How
could he have known a crude action like forcefully shutting her up would arouse
her?

Then
again, he really couldn�t point any fingers, seeing that he himself was
currently sporting an erection the size of the Eiffel tower.


He carefully let his hand drop from her mouth and a moment of loaded
silence passed between them.

And
then Draco did something that surprised even himself.

Instead
of waiting for Granger to jump him, which she surely would have done, Draco
leaned in and captured her lips in a bruising kiss. He pushed her back into the cushions,
plunged his tongue past the barrier of her teeth and went in exploration of
every nook and cranny of her mouth.
She responded eagerly, heatedly sliding her tongue alongside his. Draco could taste the sweet tang of
firewhiskey on her lips, which instantly reminded him of her altered mental
state. Normally, the thought of
taking advantage of a girl while she was drunk would have despised him, since
Draco Malfoy really didn�t need to get a girl drunk to get her into
bed. But their current situation
didn�t give him any other options.

And
besides, it wasn�t as if he�d be getting any pleasure from it... much.


Granger�s moans and gropes started getting more desperate and he knew
that soon he would need to go past kissing. He unclasped his mouth from hers and
hastily pulled her towards his bedroom so she wouldn�t be given the chance to
pounce him on the way over.

It
appeared to have become a narrow escape, but instead of tumbling to the floor
under Granger�s assault, Draco softly landed on the mattress of his bed.

The
problem now was that she had landed on top.

�Oh
fuck!� Draco cursed as she straddled his thighs and bucked her hips,
coincidentally rubbing her sex against his throbbing erection. When she had discovered this slightly
relieving motion, she started doing it again... and again... and again. Next thing, she reached under Draco�s
shirt and harshly pinched his nipples, sending an extra shot of arousal through
his body and making his hips arc up to meet hers.

Merlin,
if she kept dry-humping him like this he�d be delirious before he�d get her to
come.

Draco
harshly grabbed her butt cheeks and ground her hips against him, so that at the
same time he was able to flip them both over. Granger yelped at the primitive
action, quickly followed by a seductive growl; letting Draco know that she quite
liked it that way. Now that Draco
was on top, he could get access wherever he wanted... if she would just lie
still! She was writhing all
over the place, which forced Draco to postpone any of the more �refined� bodily
stimulations he had had in mind for her.

He
quickly lifted her skirt up and firmly pressed the palm of his hand against her
mound.

Suddenly
she stopped moving, her back arched from the bed, her body went rigid, and her
mouth opened in a small �o�. A
peaceful smile appeared on her face as Draco started drawing circles with his
thumb around her clit.

�Oh
yesssch... that�s it,� she slurred appreciatively, her body relaxing unto the
mattress.

Draco
smirked at the sight. It seemed
that he had found Granger�s off-switch. Draco couldn�t help but breathe a sigh
of relief at seeing her relaxing under him. Honestly, responsiveness might be a
pleasurable thing, but too much of it is also somewhat stressful.

With
his vacant hand, he reached for the waistband of her knickers and pulled them
down in one swift motion. The musky
scent of her sex hit his nostrils as he threw her knickers into the darkness
behind him. Draco felt like whining
at seeing her like this. A pretty
girl was in his bed, half naked, knickers off, legs lightly spread, and aroused
to a fever pitch while he himself wanted to do nothing more than to free himself
from his pants and drive into her aching pussy.

But
he wasn�t allowed.

Stupid
politics!

Draco
sighed and sucked his pouting bottom lip back in. He sat himself between her legs, leaned
in and ran his tongue from the base of her slit up to her swollen clit.

�Oh
gods!� she yelped, her upper body arching of the bed.

Draco
assaulted her clit with teasing little nips and licks. Anyone who had shared the bed with him
knew that Draco was an oral-person.
He loved to drive his bed partner into orgasm over and over again, while
he himself remained alert enough to see just how much she enjoyed his
ministrations. He thrived in the
realisation that he was good in the sack, never failing to give a girl an
orgasm. As long as he was infamous
as an incredible lover, he could act as rude and crude as he pleased and women
would still beg for his companionship.

In
Draco�s opinion, it was an acceptable trade.

Most
girls might think that he was just a very generous lover, but in honesty was the
oral pleasure as much to satisfy Draco himself as the girl he shared the bed
with. He liked to suck, taste, lick
and nibble. The fact that he had a
bit of an oral fixation wasn�t surprising really: he liked to assault people
verbally, seduce woman with words and taste the fine cuisines expensive
restaurants had to offer. Until he
was eight years old he even used to bite his nails, but his father had made sure
to discipline him out of that little neuroses. Spending hours kissing could give him as
much satisfaction as one good fuck.
Of course, he preferred the hours of kissing followed by one good
fuck.

He
might be oral, but he wasn�t stupid.

As
he kept on teasing Granger�s clit with long, broad strokes of his tongue, he
gently spread her folds and slid two fingers into her soaking passage. She moaned, lifting her pelvis in an
attempt to try to get him deeper inside of her. Merlin, she was so wet! Draco could just imagine her hot juices
kissing his aching cock, her tight walls gripping and squeezing him as she
convulsed around him. He pulled his
fingers all the way out and drove them back in. Draco quickly located her sensitive spot
on the upper wall of her cavern, right behind her pubic bone, and aimed his
thrusts on the responsive area.

�Buggering
hell!� Granger cursed. �Where did you �oh gods-
learn that? Honestly, I
didn�t even know anything functioned on the inside! Oh...
sweet Merlin- Dammit! Gods... Malfoy! I- Fuck...�

Apparently
Granger�s chattiness didn�t stop when entering the bedchamber. But strangely did the sound of her
voice, hoarse with arousal, excite Draco even further. He let his hand wander down to relieve
some of his own ache by squeezing his erection through his pants.

Fuck,
he really couldn�t continue on like this.

As
he checked to see if Granger had her eyes closed, he let his fingers open his
fly and free his erect cock. He
removed his hand, leaned down a bit and released a pent up groan as he pressed
his erection against the mattress.
He looked up and saw to his relief that Granger still had her eyes
closed.

Good,
since he really didn�t like the idea of Granger seeing Draco Malfoy humping the
bed like some randy schoolboy.

Which
he wasn�t!

With
his hips Draco started making rhythmic rocking movements into the mattress;
imagining that instead of the sheets, it was the velvety walls of Granger�s
pussy hugging his manhood. He
didn�t really pay much attention to the fact that he had suddenly developed an
incredible desire to shag the bushy-haired Potty-sidekick; since he found that
you honestly had to be blind, deaf and stupid not to find her arousing while
your head is buried between her thighs.

He
couldn�t remember a time when he had been this aroused so early on while going
down on a girl. It was a bit
worrisome that out of all people, Granger would have this effect on
him. But in all honesty, Draco
found it rather exciting to know that someone could still surprise and
outbalance him a little.

As
long as she didn�t find out that she could anyway.

He
started placing little licks across her inner thigh, trailing a path
downwards. He ducked his head under
his occupied arm and leaned in to stimulate the sensitive skin between her
butt-cheeks, an area which seemed a bit ticklish since it made her giggle. Next, Draco leaned in further to lightly
tease Granger�s pucker with his tongue.

�OH,
HELLO!� she exclaimed, her muscles tensing up under the intrusion.

When
Draco didn�t relent, and instead nuzzled the base of her bum with his face and
teasingly ran his tongue around her little rosebud, she relaxed and started to
make little appreciative cooing noises.

Draco
liked to experiment and go out on a limb when in bed with a girl. Sex is messy, so why bother trying to
keep yourself clean? If you think about all the bodily juices that come to play
and where they end up, you just know that sex is a sticky business. It had happened more than once that a
girl had been hesitant to kiss him after he had went down on her, or was
surprised that he wasn�t disgusted with kissing her when it had been vice
versa. He found that quite
ridiculous really and wasn�t too iffy about articulating that opinion.

As
he kept pumping his fingers in and out of her, he moved his head and went to
place little butterfly-kisses on her hipbone, prolonging her torment and
engaging in a wee bit of teasing.

�Oh...
Oh, that�s nice� she said with a sweet smile on her lips.

Draco
watched her face as he teasingly mapped out her burning flesh with his
lips. He thought she looked like
the epitome of ecstasy. He didn�t
know if it was a result of the alcohol or from the Homerun-potion, but the Head
Girl turned out to be quite the responsive vixen. Draco realised that he had been lucky
enough to stumble upon a diamond in the rough.

A
diamond which he definitely would not mind polishing.

Draco
could taste the saltiness of her perspiration mixed with the sweetness of her
juices. His brain automatically
started mapping out her taste and labelling it as �Hermione Granger�, like it
did with every other girl he had had the privilege of tasting. No girl ever tasted the same, every one
of them a brand new platter of aromas and flavours to be discovered.

As
Draco teasingly rolled his tongue around her bellybutton, he noticed that her
breath started hitching and he knew she was close to coming. Her hips started bucking to meet the
thrusts of his hand and her ejaculate was dripping along her arse and soaking
the sheets. Sweat started gracing
Draco�s brow, both from lack of air as from his own dire need for release. As he had been rubbing himself against
the mattress, his thrusts had gradually started speeding up.

Draco
ducked his head back down and without warning abruptly sucked her clit in his
mouth. She gasped loudly and
climaxed on the spot. Her inner
walls violently spasmed around Draco�s fingers and her hands were clasping the
sheets, partially unbuckling them from the mattress. Draco had expected her to scream, since
she seemed to have become so verbal all of the sudden, but instead she only
exclaimed a surprisingly soft mew.

As
she was coming apart, Draco lapped at her sweet juices and kept rubbing himself
against the sheets. After only a
few more thrusts he climaxed with a strangled grunt, ejaculating into the sheets
and his body collapsing unto the bed from sheer exhaustion.

The
room was suddenly silent. Neither
moved nor spoke. The only sound was
of their strangled breathing.

As
Draco lifted his head back up, which had been resting on Granger�s belly, he
noticed to his astonishment that Granger seemed to have passed out. Draco smirked at the sight as he tucked
himself back in and zipped up his fly.
For ages, women have been scolding men for falling asleep right after sex
and thus depriving them of the chance to talk or cuddle.

Leave
it to Granger to have sex like a man.

Draco
cordially put Granger�s knees back together and pushed her over unto her side to
make some space in the bed for him.
Draco really didn�t have enough strength left in his body to haul her
over to her own room; she would just have to make do here. He picked up his wand and with a flick
cleaned the sheets of their juices.

Draco
pulled his shirt off and went to get dressed for the night. A couple of hours before Granger had
barged into the common room, Draco had had a chat with Snape who had announced
that the antidote to the potion would be finished by tomorrow. As Draco laid himself onto the bed next
to Granger, he realised that he actually was going to miss this whole
potion-accident-thing. Sure, it has
had its annoyances, but it was... exciting. If there is one thing one could say
about Draco Malfoy, it was that he got bored easily. This fact was actually the main reason
why he chose never to get a steady girlfriend. Draco really couldn�t help it that,
apart from himself, people were somewhat boring.

This
whole thing with Granger sure kept the days from stringing together.

As
he laid himself to his side, a satisfied smile crossed his face as he heard the
fatigued little pants emitted from the sleeping Gryffindor. Draco decided to follow her lead; he
closed his eyes and drifted off for some well deserved
rest.

**********

End
of chapter 5

Thanks
for reviewing: Bambu, Dracoluvr, Quenty, lala, Yawning, excel, nosie, Kiki
Malfoy, Amber, Jay, Hanna Delacour,

Tamargrl:
I honestly think every single one of my first chapters is cursed. They never flow, don�t represent the
story well and never turn out the way I want them to. I praise myself lucky for
having determined readers.

Semperputus:
Perhaps I should have told you, but I kind of cloned Draco before I gave him to
you. My birthday is on Tuesday, so
perhaps you could give me your version as a present so I can have two!
:-) About the ending: personally, I
think it�s neither. *grins evilly*

Monokeneko: No, she won�t do the
lightningbolt-thing. I think she�d
be too self-conscious to draw attention to an area that had never been publicly
displayed before. :-)

Vixen
Malfoy: That
would be interesting, but I didn�t really go into the teachers� reactions all
that much. I actually wrote this
thing in quite a hurry to get it done by the deadline, so I might not have
managed to go to every place it might have gone.

Elektra
Malfoy: No she
won�t actually go through with it.
I thought it was okay to mention it, but actually doing it is indeed too
big of a risk for her. Could you
imagine what would happen if Malfoy got pissed off and left her in her
torment?
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