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Switch me, witch!	By : KBowman Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Draco/Hermione Views: 13379 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
- 5
- 6
Rating � NC-17

Characters �
Hermione/Draco

Summary �
Hermione tries to �switch� Draco�s personality for a nicer one, but
accidentally switches him with herself.

Disclaimer � I
don�t own anything here except the plot. Everything Harry Potter related
belongs to J.K.Rowling and associates.

Author Note � Sorry
this has been taking so long, I�m studying for my a-levels and trying to get in
some writing time isn�t always possible. Please please review if you haven�t
already, or even if you already have and want to again! Let me know what you
think, go on!

Switch me, witch!

Chapter Six � Pricking
thumbs.

�Don�t touch me.� She said quietly. He laughed softly and
whispered in her ear.

�Too late.�

He stroked one hand down the side of her face gently, liking
how she flinched away and then blushed as if ashamed at herself. God, if that
was she wanted to play it, as though she hadn�t been moaning for this not a day
ago, as if she hadn�t been kissing him less than five minutes ago� then that
was how he�d play it. Her skin was soft and perfect under his fingers and he
trailed his hand down to her shoulder and pulled her into a kiss, pressing his
lips against hers roughly, not caring that he might be hurting her and enjoying
feeling her squirm against him until he leaned forwards and trapped her body
between his and the wall. Her arms were still crossed over her chest and he slid
a hand between their bodies and pulled her arms away. She gasped into his mouth
at the feel of his robes rubbing almost painfully against her nipples and then
nearly screamed when his fingers tugged at her right nipple, pinching it until
it was a hard pebble against his palm. And then, against all Hermione�s better
judgement, she moaned in pleasure.

Draco suddenly stopped kissing her then and she gasped for
breath, her lips feeling swollen and red, looking ashamedly at her feet to
avoid meeting his gaze. She realised she was still wearing her sensible brown
shoes and nearly burst into tears. What was happening to her? The thought in
the back of her head that she dared not even think was that he was going to
rape her, take her like this in a dirty third floor girls bathroom cubicle with
a silencing charm around them and her still wearing her sensible, good girl
shoes, that he was going to force himself on her and worst of all, she wasn�t
sure it was rape if she wanted it, if she moaned when he touched her instead of
screamed, like she had just now. Which was why he was looking at her, and why
she was too scared to meet his eyes.

�Granger.� He said; his voice low and rough. She kept her
eyes on her feet and felt him shift impatiently, feeling his stiff cock pushing
against her and wanting to both pull away from it and arch into his touch all
at once.

�Granger�� Draco bent his head so that his lips were whispering
into her ear. �I��

And then before he could say something to ruin it, something
that would make her think twice or question what was raging through her head,
she looked up, tipped her head back, and kissed him.

Draco was stunned all the way down to his throbbing
erection. She was kissing him? This
was going against his internal script. He wasn�t sure how far he had been
planning to go with Granger to hurt her, to make her cry and beg him to stop,
but her suddenly reciprocating, suddenly kissing him, suddenly arching against
him and trying to put her arms around
his neck� that hadn�t featured in any
of the possible outcomes he�d imagined. In almost all of them he�d touched her,
touched her a lot, ran his fingers over her no matter what she said, touched
her till he felt he�d done enough and of course he didn�t know when that would
have been till he tried it. But at no point had he imagined Granger would be
pushing her lips hungrily against his like she was now. Her previous reaction
to him putting his hands on her had shown him how she really felt.

Hadn�t it?

Then he decided that rational thinking had no place in a
girl�s bathroom where he had previously been planning to possibly forcibly take
Hermione Granger against her will and he put both hands on Hermione�s bare
waist to draw her in closer, crushing his hips against hers and grinding his
erection against her panties, feeling her moan of pleasure echo in the back of
his throat and sliding one hand up her side to cup her full breast in his palm,
running his thumb over the nipple and rolling it between his fingers while
Hermione squirmed in his arms, arching her back to make him touch more of her
at once, crushing her lips against his in a way that made him groan, her hands
clutching his hair desperately as if afraid he might stop if she didn�t keep
hold of him. He squeezed her harder against him and nearly jumped in shock when
he felt her hand suddenly slide down his chest and wrap around his pulsing
cock, stroking it quickly and almost roughly through his robes. Then her hands
left him and he moaned into her neck, nibbling at her flesh, and then he felt
her hands slide his robes off him and he understood, stepping back to help her
pull his clothes off, stepping out of them hurriedly and when he was finally
naked he pulled her to him and bent his head to lick at her hard nipples,
rolling the tender flesh under his tongue, wrapping one hand round her waist
and using the other to pay attention to her other breast. She wriggled against
him and cried out each time he flicked his tongue over her until she finally
pushed him away and pulled his head to hers, kissing him deeply and rubbing
herself against him again, twining her fingers in his hair. Draco groaned and
reached a hand down, gliding his fingers over her prim white panties, the only
piece of material still separating them. He slid a finger along the hem across
her stomach and then beneath it, stroking the soft skin just above her downy
curls of pubic hair. She bucked against his hand, trying to urge his hand
further down, and he smiled against her lips, and then ripped the white
material straight down the middle, pulling it off her and making her gasp at
the sudden cold air hitting her until his hand touched her there softly and she
forgot the temperature. She spread her legs a little and whimpered into Draco�s
mouth when he ran a finger down the middle of her curls and over her slit, not
entering her but still touching her lightly.

�Please� Draco, please�� she whispered against his lips. He
could feel the vibrations her mouth made against his sending even more blood to
his already swollen cock and his hand left her briefly to stroke himself.
Instantly her hand joined his and they slipped into a rhythm for a few seconds
until Draco became very aware how close he was. Jesus, he thought, this is
turning me on more than anything has for a while now. She can�t say no now.
God, if she tries I�ll have to take her right here anyway�. He took his hand
off himself reluctantly and moved Hermione�s back to his neck. She started to
speak, maybe to ask why, but then he slid a finger inside her, crooking it
slightly, and she lost the words to do so.

�Oooh� Draco, Draco� more�� she moaned against his chest and
he smiled, tilting his thumb to rub against her clit. Instantly she bucked her
hips and cried out again, her teeth digging into his shoulder. He slowly added
another finger to the first, amazed at how wet she was and how easy it was. He
started thrusting his fingers in and out of her carefully, not completely sure
if she was a virgin like he�d thought earlier � for all that she was soaking he
was still expecting to hit her hymen if he pushed his hand forwards too far �
but she was still making incoherent noises against his shoulder and her nails
were digging frantic half-moons into his back as he kept a motion going between
his thumb on her clit and his fingers inside her. She was almost panting
against him and he could feel her nipples, rock hard, pressing against his
chest. The thought and the feeling all at once made him sure he�d be shooting
his load all over Hermione Granger�s flat white stomach if he didn�t do
something about it right now, so he eased his fingers out of her suddenly and,
grabbing her hips, lifted her and wrapped her legs around him. Then he turned
and sat, clumsily from supporting her, on the toilet lid. Hermione�s eyes were
less than an inch from his and he could see her pupils were glazed with lust.
Her pussy was pressed, warm and wet, right against his cock and he could see
she knew exactly what he wanted now. She proved him right by shifting her feet
either side of him slightly till she was balanced and then lifting her hips
till her dripping slit was rubbing against the head of his cock. He groaned out
loud and tried to thrust upwards into her, not caring if it hurt her after all,
he just wanted to be inside that tight warm pussy, but she lifted herself a
little to stop him and he grabbed her breasts instead, squeezing the tender
globes in each hand and causing her to tilt her head back and bite her lip.
Then she looked him right in the eye and lowered herself slowly onto his cock.

When his head penetrated her she bit her lip even harder and
bent her head to rest on his shoulder, hiding her face. He kneaded her breasts
absently, almost delirious. She was so tight! So warm! He could feel the slick
walls of her pussy gripping his head even now and he almost died when she moved
down a little more and he slid further inside. Gods, how wet could it be? He
felt like he was drowning from the cock upwards�

Hermione eased herself down a little, nearly fainting from
the waves of sensation rippling through her. She�d never felt so� so� so
something, whatever it was this was, this electric desire to be full, to have
Draco�s cock filling her and thrusting into her. She sank down a little
farther, moaning into his neck. God it was too much. He was so perfect inside
her, not too long to be uncomfortable, not too thick to stretch her painfully�
it wasn�t hurting as much as she�d thought it should at all actually. She was
absently surprised behind the intense wanting to have Draco put his thumb back
on her clit. She thought if he did that she might come for him right then, his
cock halfway inside her and her breasts cupped in his hands. She slid a little
further down and moaned again against his broad shoulders, digging her nails
into his skin and sliding down further and further inch by inch until finally
she was sitting in his lap, his cock fully sheathed inside her, his hands
rubbing her breasts deliciously and when she looked up into his eyes she
realised he was just as close to coming as she was. The knowledge made her bold
and she moved her hips a little, backwards and forwards, and he groaned, his
eyes locked with her, and she thought she�d never heard a sexier sound. Then he
slid a hand between them, found her clit with his index finger and began to rub
it in gentle circles, and Hermione came.

Draco felt her pussy clench tightly around him repeatedly as
she threw her head back and screamed as she orgasmed and the rippling sensation
of her cunt around his throbbing cock dragged him over the edge and he came as
well, burying his face in her neck and grunting and panting and nearly
screaming with her. He grabbed her hips as he hit his peak and began to thrust
in and out of her and she writhed on top of him, drawing both their climaxes
out until he felt as though his balls had been completely drained into her, and
then suddenly she tightened around him again in a second orgasm as he pumped
into her and he found that no, he still had a few rounds left after all�

And then they sat there like that for a long, long moment,
Hermione�s hands draped loosely over Draco�s neck and her head resting on his
shoulder, his cock still buried deep inside her. Her chest rose and fell evenly
as she breathed. He rested his hands lightly on her hips, turned his face into
her thick hair, and wondered if it was possible to die from over ejaculation.
Maybe he already had. This sure felt like heaven.

The got dressed quietly, barely looking at each other.
Hermione pulled her robes over her head, wanting to grab some tissue from the
dispenser to wipe up the thin trickle of come she could feel edging down her
thigh, Draco�s come, but she was embarrassed suddenly even to be here, even
after what they had just done, and instead she stood there while he finished
dressing, feeling uncomfortable and somehow like she wanted to cry, though she
wasn�t sure why. Well, she knew why she should be crying. She�d just lost her
virginity to Draco Malfoy, of all people, after finding him in a closet with
her best friend, in her body, trying to do exactly what she�d just let him do
anyway.

It was severely fucked up.

Draco straightened his hair, tightened his tie around his
neck, and realised there was nothing more he could straighten or tighten
without it becoming apparent that he didn�t want to look at Hermione. So he
glanced up at her and met her eyes.

They looked at each other for a long few seconds but neither
could think of anything to say, so they both looked away.

�So, we better�� Draco gestured at the door, his throat
strangely dry as he tried to talk, his hands shaking slightly as he drew back
the bolt on the door. Hermione bent suddenly and retrieved his wand from the
corner and handed it to him silently. He took it and nodded at her, trying not
to meet her eyes again. After listening for a few minutes he decided no one was
out there and pushed the door open and walked out quickly, Hermione walking
behind him, her feet making barely any noise on the flagstones even though Draco
swore his own footsteps were echoing like no ones business. Or maybe that was
just nerves. Nerves? What we he nervous about?

Out in the corridor they stood for a second, failing to make
eye contact, each desperately wishing they could flee back to their own house.
Then Draco decided enough was enough with this wishy washy behaviour and he
spun on his heel and stalked away in the direction of the Slytherin dungeons.
Hermione stood for a moment, watching him go, and then she turned and ran
blindly all the way to her bedroom in Gryffindor tower, flung herself on her
bed and burst into tears.
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