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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
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, any of its characters or locations, and I do not make any money from this story or any other. Harry Potter is the sole property of J K Rowling.

Chapter List
- 5
- 6
Author's Note: Hey everyone! Sorry for the long delay! We've been having schedule conflicts and haven't had time to write as much. Chapter 7 is in the works, and with no further delay...
PS: Just to clear this up, Harry and Ron are indeed alive, but following cannon, they did not return to Hogwarts, but rather continued on to their Auror training.
Chapter Contains: Masterbation, Fingering, Spanking, Sex

Chapter 6
Hermione yelped in surprise as Draco whipped her around like a ragdoll. How dare he manhandle her like this, after talking to her in such a manner! He had no right-!
"Ahh!" She cried out, gritting her teeth as pain and pleasure shot through her. He'd spanked her! Like some disobedient child! She thrashed against him to get up, kicked at his shins, anything. "How dare you!" She screeched indignantly, outraged. "Get your hands off me, Malfoy, or I swear, I'll-!" Merlin, she didn't know what she'd do.
Draco just chuckled, her girly feet doing no damage. He’d heard it in her cry, the shock, the pleasure, the anger. “Oh get off it, Granger!” He brought his hand down swiftly again, slamming it against the other cheek. “If your knickers aren’t soaked by now I’ll never touch you again.” Another spanking. He didn’t know where this was coming from. He’d never spanked a girl, not without also being balls-deep inside of her moaning and writhing figure, not without her asking him to. But it thrilled him, and he was sure, so sure, that her anger was a lie to cover how much this was getting her off.
Hermione yelped with the next strike, her eyes burning from the sting in her arse. The pain was shot straight to her clit, like an electric shock to her system.
"You must be completely barmy!" She snapped, still squirming and kicking at him indignantly, the angle of being bent over the counter and her short stature preventing her feet from connecting with the ground. "If you actually think I'm enjoying this, you're crazier than Lockhart!" It was the best insult she could come up with in this state, not exactly the greatest zinger that had ever come out of her.
Draco wasn't bothered by her insults, and yet, he felt the need to punish her for them all the same. His hand came down again, on the opposite cheek again. He liked to keep it symmetrical.
"You know, Granger? I just don't believe you," he told her blatantly. He rubbed his hand over the injured rear in a circular motion, almost as if soothing it.
Hermione yelped her pain again, hissing and shivering at the delightful tingles and shocks his caress sent through her after. Her mind was reeling. How could she actually be enjoying this? Only he could drive her body crazy like this.
"Then don't." She simpered back, words failing her again in the wake of the sensation. "Foul little Ferret..." She added in a hiss, another shudder wracking through her from his caress.
Draco decided to test his own theory. The hand that was smoothing over her smarting cheeks slid between her legs, feeling her knickers for any sticky moisture. It wasn’t hard to find, and he smoothly brought his hand back again as though he hadn’t felt her soaked lips on purpose.
“Foul little ferret? Don’t you think that one’s a little tired?”
The touch didn't go unnoticed, and Hermione found her skin prickling with goosebumps in response. Merlin, those fingers... She'd been craving those fingers not a half hour ago as she played with herself.
"Not at all," She snipped back on hitched breath. "Not so long as you keep acting like one."
Draco’s hand moved in an up and down direction now, on her right cheek, almost as if preparing her for what was to come.
“If by that you mean I fit into very small, very tight spaces, I think you might be correct,” he leaned forward and whispered into her ear. But before she could respond, he smacked that pert cheek, not incredibly hard, but enough to feel that pleasant sting she loved so much.
The implication of his words had images burning through Hermione's mind. The shock of the small smack made her jump in Draco's grasp. And, horror of horrors, she couldn't contain the moan that slipped out of her. Damn him!
Draco chuckled at that, growing aroused by the sound she made. She was speechless, just the way he liked her, rare as it was. “You know, you think I’m a spoiled prat, but you’re just as used to having everything you want handed to you as I am,” he called her out. He teased her left cheek. “What do you think would happen if I just… walked away, right now?”
"Don't," Hermione pleaded before she could stop herself. Damn it, now he had her. Her muscles were tense, but she laid still against the counter, braced for the next swat.
He couldn’t resist his smirk. It was so easy! Draco positioned himself more precisely behind her, his growing excitement pressing against the rear. “So, just checking here, but, you don’t want me to stop? Is that what I’m to understand?” He was an asshole, sure, but he was an asshole that she wanted desperately to have.
Hermione shuddered, arching her back to press her smarting arse into him. The feeling of him hard, pressed into her, sent her spiralling yet again. She couldn't resist it. "Yes," She gasped out despite herself.
“You know, Granger, I think you and I need to have a little talk,” he said, leaning against her so that his hard-on pressed her into the counter. He’d been giving this some thought, and he thought now was as good a time as any, he had her right where he wanted her.
Hermione whimpered, trying to gain some leverage with her arms to at least rock herself against him. Why, how did he have this kind of hold over her?! "What?" She hissed, the fabric of the jersey brushing against her smarting arse again. This was just... unfair!
Yes, it really was the perfect time for this conversation. He encouraged her gyrating, pressing into her in return. “You think you can just come out here in your inappropriately short Potter jersey at any time and get me to come on to you, get me to chase you so that you don’t have to feel like such a slag for wanting me so badly. Easier to give in than to seek.” There it was, the truth she’d been denying.
Hermione felt her cheeks burning, both sets, but couldn't help moving with him. The small friction was a relief to her need, however insignificant. "What's your point, Malfoy?" She hissed, a shiver rolling through her body. Not that he was right! No, Merlin, no, she'd deny it to her last breath!
“My point,” Draco told her, amused by her inability to think of a way to deny it. “Is that that’s not how things are going to work around here anymore. You want it, you ask for it. No games, no beating around the bush.” It didn’t get much easier than that. But then again, that was only his first rule.
"Fine," Hermione ground out, pitifully aroused by this man who practically held her captive against the counter. That was easy enough. She just wouldn't. Merlin, if it meant having to start sleeping in Gryffindor Tower again, she would!
She tried to tell herself that, anyways.
She didn’t sound like she was taking him very seriously, so Draco put his hands on her hips, gripping them tightly. He thrust his hips into her tauntingly. “Secondly, despite popular belief, you are a very, very bad girl. And a bad girl like you needs punishment. I decide when you’re in need of punishment or reward.” Though, at the end of the day, it was all a reward, the horny little bint.
Hermione whimpered, bucking her hips into Draco's thrust. It just wasn't fair, the position he had her in. And the indignity of his demands! "I'm not some pet, Draco!" She snapped, but her desperate whine at their position took away some of the effect. If not all of it. "You can't treat me like one!"
She had a point, but he had a better one lined up. “But it sounds delicious, doesn’t it? Knowing that at any moment you could earn yourself an arse beating or a steamy shower fuck? Or that after a good day you can choose any reward you want, whether it’s riding my face or being bent over the nearest piece of furniture.”
At any moment? He made it sound like -
"You're not touching me out in the halls!" Hermione squeaked indignantly, eyes bulging as she looked over her shoulder at him, turning her head so fast her neck hurt. "Harry and Ron would kill you if they found out! Not to mention everything else deplorable about that idea!"
Draco chuckled. "Have I ever given you the impression I'm a fool?" he asked her simply. "Of course I wouldn't touch you in public. We both have reputations to maintain. That doesn't mean you won't call on me for quickies between classes."
"As if I'd ever consider it." Hermione snorted, shivering. Well, she hadn't until now anyways. "Just... get on with it..." She huffed, blowing her hair out of her eyes. Her stomach was beginning to hurt, and she wouldn't have been surprised if his boxers were soaked through by her juices.
Draco chuckled. “Is that your way of asking for it?” he asked her, his hands sliding down her hips until they were on her bare legs, and then up again, pushing the jersey up and out of his way until he found the top band of her knickers. Tantalizingly slowly, he pulled the underwear down her hips.
Hermione whined lowly, the slow drag of the fabric making her rump tingle and sting again. "Merlin, yes," She whimpered, if only to speed him up. She was probably connected to her knickers by a thick strand of her own juices by now, and the thought of him seeing such a thing made her shudder.
He smirked, but she couldn’t see it. Draco pulled the panties down her hips and about halfway down her thighs, before stopping. He took her waist again suddenly and spun her to face him. Why do the same thing twice when they could try something new? He lifted her onto the counter and sat her on the edge. There he quickly pulled the small piece of material off her legs. Immediately, his hand found her sopping wet sticky mess of a cunt, and he shoved a finger inside of her, fingering her hard.
“You’re so hooked you can’t stand it. You can’t face what you are. But you love it, and I want you to love it.”
The stinging in her arse only amplified the sensation, the pleasure as Hermione arched, bucking onto his hand. She couldn't help it, couldn't help moaning for him. Draco's words barely penetrated the lustful haze he'd put her in, but she wasn't sure she could process words properly right now anyways.
Draco loved how eager she was, and he removed the finger, bringing it up to her lips and resting it there. She was a smart girl, she'd take the hint. She was also a kinky girl, so she'd do it gladly.
His aching need was fighting to escape his briefs. It was amazing how no matter who he'd just finished shagging, he'd always be ready to go for her. She excited him like no other.
Hermione took the finger without a thought, whimpering the loss. Draco never failed to show her just how badly she actually wanted sex. She sucked it quickly, desperately, yet swirled her tongue around the digit, massaged it, just as she had his cock a few days ago.
Merlin, she needed him, and soon.
Draco smirked and pulled the finger away from her, like taking a lollipop from a child. He quickly removed his underwear and pulled Hermione by her firm thighs closer to the edge of the counter, moving to stand between her legs.
“How do you want it?” he asked her, leaning in and kissing her neck lightly. “Slow, steady, deep? Or do you want it fast and rough so that you can get off repeatedly before I do?” He gave her neck a nip.
Hermione groaned as her smart arse was dragged over the counter, letting her head fall back so he could do as he pleased. Some part of her really hated the way he excited her. But, that never stopped her from answering. "Rough," She simpered, the idea of him getting her off again and again all too enticing. Three days. Three bloody days and she was a mess.
Draco chuckled, and with no further hesitation, he pushed his hardness into her weeping entrance. “Oh fuck yes,” he sighed as he was engulfed by her warmth. He began to move in her, not hesitating to grow in pace.
“Third rule,” he panted through his harsh movements. “I don’t share.”
Hermione cried out her pleasure, bracing her arms against the counter to rock her body against his, meeting Draco for every thrust. It was hard to focus on his words in the throes of pleasure, but she tried.
"Me either," She managed to groan, wrapping her legs around Draco's waist, effectively lifting herself off the counter. She tugged him in, pulling him so his cock struck deeper inside of her with every thrust, crying out in pleasure as her eyes screwed shut. Merlin, he knew just the right way to rile her up.
Hermione cried out her pleasure, bracing her arms against the counter to rock her body against his, meeting Draco for every thrust. It was hard to focus on his words in the throes of pleasure, but she tried.
"Me either," She managed to groan, wrapping her legs around Draco's waist, effectively lifting herself off the counter. She tugged him in, pulling him so his cock struck deeper inside of her with every thrust, crying out in pleasure as her eyes screwed shut. Merlin, he knew just the right way to rile her up.
Draco chuckled, amused by the fact that she thought she had any say in what he did, but for now he’d let her think she was getting her way. “Sure thing, love,” he agreed, burying his head in her neck and nibbling on the soft skin there while he drove into her, his hands pulling her to him with each thrust by the thighs.
Hermione groaned, risking lifting a hand to tangle it in Draco's hair. This left her in a very precariously balanced position, but she didn't care. All she cared about was how deeply he drove into her, how wonderful it felt, and the building pleasure she was experiencing.
It didn't take long. Hermione threw her head back, screaming her bliss as the building need from the last few days finally boiled over. Her muscles tensed and throbbed and pulsed and she was there, eyes rolling as she came. It was a deep, powerful, bone-shattering orgasm, the kind her fingers couldn't give her anymore.
Draco was relentless, pulling her legs up onto his shoulders so that her only chance for support was to brace her hands on the countertop behind her. “Merlin I love how wet you get for me,” he groaned as he moved his hips into her as hard as he could. He was working up a sweat already, which went to show that he was not just using more energy, but more enthusiasm than he even an hour again when he was using that other little bird who followed him home.
It scared him a little, that she excited him so much. He was sure that he’d never shagged the same girl so many times in such a short period of time before. He chalked it up to being because it was her, Hermione bloody Granger, the Gryffindor bookworm. It got him off like nothing else. Just thinking about it made him groan loudly and move harder, faster. That pussy! She had to use magic to keep it so tight, she must.
The shift made her drop her hand, bracing it against the counter again to keep herself upright. It felt inexplicably, deliciously naughty, having Draco shag her so roughly while she wore nothing more than Harry's jersey. The act itself was forbidden enough as it was, but that just added a greater turn on to the whole affair.
"Oh, Merlin, yes!" Hermione whimpered, not even bothering trying to find leverage anymore and just letting him have his way with her body. The way he sped up, the way he pounded into her, right at the height of her orgasm, sent her spiraling into another, stronger one, that had her screaming. "Oh, Draco!"
He loved the way she said his name, and the sound of it had him chuckling darkly. He carefully moved her legs back down to straddle him, and when she was secure on the counter, he paused only for a moment to pull her makeshift nightie over her head, where he tossed it in the sink as a blatant insult to the original owner. He gave her a smirk.
“Like I said, I don’t share.” He thrust into her roughly, as if to punctuate his point, before returning to his steady pace.
Well, that certainly took away something that would have made it hard to look Harry in the eye, even if it also took away some of the thrill. But, now she was naked, on the counter, with Draco fucking her silly, and she couldn't have been more pleased. Her head fell back, a fresh round of moans being torn from her as he resumed pounding into her. Yes, this kind of pleasure was bliss, and Draco was so good at building her up to it.
"Harder," She pleaded, her voice a whimper. "Harder, please!"

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