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Bittersweet	By : valkyrie136 Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Draco/Hermione Views: 32796 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 2
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Hermione had left Ron for practice and was on her way currently to the Greenhouse so as to inspect the growth of her Laughing Lilies—a strange plant that laughed whenever you touched them—then tried to snap your fingers off.
In many ways, they reminded her of a Venus Fly Trap—only far more deadly. If one ever ran through a field of said plant, they’d be mincemeat in mere seconds.
But apparently when the flowers laughed so hard that they cried, the tears could be captured and used as an antidote.
So she was here to inspect the plant—and hopefully try to find a way to get them to weep without having her fingers snapped off.
Because she was coming from the opposite of campus, she took the less-traveled path alongside the green house, and carefully stepped over pots.
She rounded a tree and came to a sudden halt when she saw Malfoy leaning rather comfortably against the bark on the other side.
His arms were crossed, and his eyes closed, almost in sleep.
He looked as gloomy and evil as ever—like the pale attractive villain in a film.
But invariably, she quickly decided, Malfoy could only be cast as the conniving liar or a charismatic sociopath.
Despite her outward calm, she was incredibly unnerved to cross his path. She didn’t know how he had managed to put a chink in her carefully constructed armor, but for whatever reason he just made her want to put as much distance between them.
Pretending not to have seen him, she continued walking.
Malfoy let her think she was safe from him, and treasured the sense of masculine power only someone in his position could feel while stalking such unsuspecting prey.
He covered the distance between them in a few measured strides, and grabbing her tiny waist, he roughly pushed her against the stone wall of the building, pressing his erection into the small of her back.
“Ack, Malfoy, have you bloody lost your mind!” She shrieked, struggling and wriggling to escape, which made him hiss in desire.
Hermione froze, and a quiet descended, punctuated only by the soft breeze and rustle of autumn leaves.
She felt his cock—how could she not feel the heat burning through layers of clothing?
“Malfoy…?” She whispered.
Her voice shattered the moment, and Malfoy wrapped one arm around her waist, holding her still, as he hurriedly shoved her skirt up.
His movements were not the controlled advances he shared with other girls. No, this was a frenzied Malfoy, after one thing and one thing only..
“Don’t, d-don’t!” She screamed, but her voice cracked, and she vainly struggled to reach for her wand, but he plucked it out of her pocket and tossed it in the brush behind her.
Malfoy kicked her legs apart, before using his free hand to unbutton his trousers, freeing his massive cock.
Sobbing, Hermione was horrified when he began to rub himself against her bottom—and was thankful for the thin barrier of her underwear, however long that would protect her.
Oh God, Ron, she wildly thought, save me, someone oh my God…
Malfoy leaned foreword and licked the back of her neck, kissing the flesh there, before tugging her underwear to the side and plunging balls-deep into her.
She opened her mouth to scream, but no sound came out.

Although no longer a virgin, she had been unprepared and unwilling, and might as well of been.
Groaning in pain, Hermione started to collapse, but Malfoy’s steely grip held her up for his use while he mercilessly pummeled her.
Fuck, fuck, fuck, Malfoy’s brain ordered, So tight, so perfect, I’m inside Hermione Granger and it feels so good.
He felt his balls tighten as he realized this was Granger, mudblood, and it was those two words that had him shooting his load into her cunt.
He stood that way, holding her shaking body, racked by quiet sobs now, while he was bent over her, breathing heavily just above her head.
His free hand—the right—was pressed high above him against the cold wall. After all that he needed support too.
Only the second time and he rarely fucked a girl twice; yet Granger was proving to be the best fuck ever.
He glanced down at her small body, having never really looked at her before, and chuckled.
He was holding Hermione Granger, and never had a situation seemed more askew.
Pulling out of her, he pushed her from her, and watched her fall to the floor, a quivering heap in her uniform.
“Not so great now, are you Granger?” He sneered, and was pleased to see her flinch—his barb had hit the mark, “Think Weasley would want soiled goods?”
She didn’t say anything, and frustrated, he grabbed her by the chin and snapped, “Say something!”
She spat in his face, and he froze, surprise, and then fierce anger building up in him.
She could see it too, and tried to scoot away, but he still had her in his grip.
“Lick it off.” He said in a cool, even tone.
She blinked like an idiot.
“Lick it off, or I swear I will take you in your arse next and that you will certainly feel for a week.”
She quickly complied, and clumsily swiped away the evidence of her hatred with her small tongue, which only made Malfoy think of better uses for her tongue. Already he was growing stiff at the thought.
“Down there, too.” He pointedly said.
She gasped, and began to shake anew, “I c-can’t—“
“Do it, or else.” He hissed, shaking her once for good measured.
Malfoy stood and guided her head towards his massive cock, and grew annoyed with the look of disgust on her face, but she nevertheless began licking the crown, then the rigid length, and he groaned, fisting her hair
Pre-cum seeped out of the tiny slit at the head, and looked down at her from underneath veiled eyes, “Say you want my cum.”
She pulled back suddenly, “No.”
He pulled her hair with such force that she finally cried out, “I want your cum!”
Satisfied, Malfoy ordered her to open her mouth, and then pumping his cock he shot thick roapy streams of cum all over her face and mouth, and was satisfied to see the white mass run down her face and land in her eyes.
He sighed in bliss, but the sudden sound of the bell announcing the hour signaled an end yet again to his time with Granger.
Sighing, he put his clothes to right—an easy task—but Granger was a mess of tears and cum, and he needed to set matters right by erasing her memory yet again.
Muttering a quick scourgify over her still quivering form, Hermione quietly whispered, “Harry and Ron will end you when they find out.”
Malfoy ignored her and pointed his wand, “Obliviate!” and 'Scourgify!"
Her eyes glassed over, and he lay her on the ground, making it look as if she had been sleeping, before continuing on her way.
But he could not stop himself from tracing the curve of her cheek before he left.
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