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Chapter 6
Hermione didn't want to get up but knew she had to. It was nearing midnight and she had an 'appointment' to keep. She pulled on her school robes over her nightdress and crept downstairs. Nobody was in the common room this night, she noticed, grateful for small favors. She made her way through the gloomy halls of the school to the prefect's bathroom. She was a prefect, so she had the password to enter. She didn't know how Malfoy was going to get in. She didn't really care, hoping he wouldn't be there but knowing that he would be.
Hermione gave the password and the door opened. She stepped in, immediately seeing Malfoy sprawled out on the floor, leaning against the wall. His voice echoed over the tiles as he spoke. "Late again, I see. One might almost think you didn't want to be here. Of course that can't be. You certainly would rather be here than tucked up safe in your bed waiting for the bad news."
Hermione said nothing, trying to close off her mind to what was coming. She waited silently for her instructions. Malfoy waved his wand and the torches blazed higher, illuminating the room with a bright light. She could clearly see the hateful boy, dressed in black silk pajamas, his blond hair and pale skin looking white in contrast. His voice was cold and his face was expressionless. "Strip."
"What?"
"You heard me. Remove your clothing." His voice drawled out these orders and he began to get a mischievous look. "I want to have a look at you, my dear little Mudblood. I didn't get to see much of you the other night, unfortunately."
Hermione stood frozen for a moment. Malfoy gave her time to battle internally with herself, probably knowing what her decision must be. She sighed and resolutely unfastened her robes. She folded them carefully and placed them on the floor next to her. It was warm in the room but she felt cold. Frozen and stiff, she pulled the nightdress off over her head and stood there in her panties.
"I meant everything. I think you know that," the sneering voice commanded.
She removed her panties and her shoes and stood there naked in front of Draco Malfoy.
"Well, well. The great Hermione Granger. Top of the class. Best friend of Harry bloody Potter. Girlfriend of that ministry brat Weasley. Standing starkers right here in front of me. Who would ever have imagined it?" His face showed his self-satisfaction. He was such a smug bastard, Hermione thought, saying nothing, letting the boy continue to leer at her.
"Mudblood wench." He laughed suddenly. "Nice tits, by the way." Hermione's face flushed and she folded her arms across her chest.
"None of that, now." His voice growled a warning. Her hands dropped to her sides. "I mean you actually do have nice tits. When I planned this little scenario, I thought I'd fuck you just to fuck you and be done with it. But I'm surprised to find that I'm rather enjoying myself."
Hermione could hear the wonder in his voice as he continued. "You know, you're actually attractive. I'd hardly have believed it. Always thought you were plain as mud, really. Of course, your face isn't particularly pretty and your hair is still as disgustingly bushy as ever... However, your body... Well, you've got a body that no man would turn away. Turn around."
Hermione did as she was told, tears starting to form. She tried to stay calm and cool. She didn't want Malfoy to see what he was doing to her.
"Nice bum... and your legs are quite good as well, really. Hmm," he mused, his eyes roving her body closely, "I'm beginning to be sorry I didn't start up our little game earlier." Malfoy stood up. He took a folded towel and laid it on the ground at his feet. "Come here."
Hermione hesitated. The memories of his touch the other night were still fresh and she was afraid of him, dreading what he was going to do to her. Malfoy stepped forward and grabbed her arm and dragged her to the indicated spot. "I'm getting tired of always having to 'encourage' you, Granger. As I said before, you do this willingly or our deal is over. And you know what that will mean. Kneel on this towel. See how kind I'm being? I don't want you to bruise your knees."
Hermione knelt on the towel. Her face was level with Malfoy's midsection. She suddenly realized what was expected of her. She tried to rise but Malfoy put his hands on her shoulders. "I think you'll like this, Granger. Don't tell me you haven't even done this for the weasel. Even you can't be that much of a prude."
He pulled down his pajama bottoms and let them fall to the floor. He was wearing black silken boxers underneath. He pulled them down and, wrapping his fingers in Hermione's hair, pulled her head toward him.
Hermione, contrary to Malfoy's insinuation, had not ever done this before. She had heard about it from other girls, of course, but she'd never done it herself. She didn't have much idea of what to do. Her face was forced against him, rubbing against his flesh which was becoming rigid. She fought the urge to gag.
"Go on bitch. Suck it. Be very careful of your teeth or you'll be sorry." He continued to grind against her face, her head trapped by his strong hands which were now entwined in her hair. Hermione hesitantly opened her mouth and took Draco inside. She gagged at the feel of him surging into her throat. He pushed her away slightly and then pulled her back, thrusting his hips.
There was nothing to do but to get it over with as quickly as possible, she decided. She tried to think of something else as she sucked hard and let Draco's hand push her head to direct her movements. He was groaning and thrusting his pelvis. He was pulling her roughly by the hair.
In the midst of his grunting he was uttering nasty comments under his breath. "That's it, you Mudblood whore, suck me" and "Oh, that's good... Like that" and "Harder you bitch." Hermione ignored him and concentrated on providing as much stimulation as she could with her mouth and her tongue, hoping to end this as soon as possible. She was so tired and just wanted it to be over with.
It seemed to go on forever. Was it due to her inexperience? She wondered. She didn't know what more she could do to hurry this process along. She suddenly recalled her experience of the other day with Ron. It gave her an idea. Trying to ignore the feelings of disgust, she reached up and stroked Malfoy's balls with her hand, squeezing gently and caressing.
Suddenly Malfoy cried out loudly and her mouth was abruptly filled with something very warm and very foul tasting. She gagged and stumbled to the sink to spit and rinse her mouth. She struggled not to vomit as she leaned over the basin. Malfoy came up behind her and pulled her head up by her hair. "Now, now, that wasn't so bad, Granger, for your first time. You were quite good in the end." He paused and his voice turned mocking. "However, I continue to be amazed about your deficiency of education in these matters. Aren't there any books on the subject? I'm disappointed in your lack of study." His hands reached around her and played with her breasts. She closed her eyes so she didn't have to watch their reflection in the mirror in front of her.
He released her finally. "Oh, and swallowing is preferred to spitting, Granger. You should know that. How you can expect to be Head Girl is beyond me. Ha! Head Girl. Of course, with more practice..."
Malfoy laughed his arrogant laugh. "And Weasley. Oh, poor, pathetic Weasley." He looked like he could hardly contain himself, his laughing growing almost hysterical. "He's got to be a virgin. I can't believe it. How long have you been going out? Has he even touched you at all? What a loser. Does he even have a willie? Or I suppose you wouldn't know, would you?"
Hermione was speechless and felt numb. Draco's words and laughter assaulted her ears. She felt helpless. At the mercy of this pedantic prat. She wouldn't cry in front of him. Wouldn't give him the satisfaction. She pulled on her nightdress and robes and hurried toward the exit, leaving Malfoy alone, his laughter continuing to echo through the bathroom.
Hermione wandered the dark hallways of Hogwarts, unwilling to return to Gryffindor tower. She didn't like to feel this way - helpless and a victim. That wasn't who she was. She was smart and she had friends. She had worked hard for many years to succeed in this world that was completely alien to her, and she had done it. Top of the class, Prefect, probably would be Head Girl next year - although that title didn't sound in the least appealing to her anymore after Malfoy's crude comments.
She felt tired and weak. She realized she was quite far from Gryffindor tower and she'd better get back before someone noticed she was gone. She turned left at the next corridor which would take her back to the staircase. She needed to rest, she thought. She was so tired. If she could just get back to her dormitory, she thought that maybe she would be able to sleep.
As she reached the top of the stairs and turned into the next corridor, a voice rang out through the darkness. "Well, well. A pupil out of bed. Who can it be?" She turned to see her potions teacher, Snape, hurrying toward her from a dark corridor. Groaning inwardly she knew she was in trouble. She was so tired her brain didn't seem to be working right. She couldn't think of a good lie to explain herself. Of course, with Snape it wouldn't matter. He wasn't the type to listen to explanations.
"Miss Granger?" His face looked surprised and then his head snapped around quickly, his eyes roving the dim corridor warily. "Potter! Weasley! Come out now. I know you are here."
Hermione was confused. She looked around her in the directions that Snape had. Were Harry and Ron there? She wondered with a sudden jolt of fear what they had seen.
Nothing happened. After a few moments, Snape turned to her and stepped closer, his tall frame almost looming over her. She stepped back from him, uncomfortable with his frightening proximity. "So, where are Potter and Weasley. Aren't they with you?"
She shook her head.
"What are you doing out of bed at this hour?" Snape demanded, still eyeing the surrounding gloom suspiciously as though Harry or Ron might emerge at any moment.
She shook her head dumbly. "Nothing, sir."
Snape scoffed. "What do you mean, nothing? You are clearly up to something. There's always a reason when pupils are found wandering the corridors at night. They're always up to something."
Hermione was feeling strange. She felt weak and dizzy and her heart was pounding very fast. "I'm sorry, sir. I'm not feeling very well. May I go back to my dormitory?"
"Not until you answer my questions. Fifty points from Gryffindor for being out of bed after hours and ten points for lying to me. That's a start. Now, tell me again, why are you in the corridors at this hour?" He was so close to her she could smell his stale breath. She definitely wasn't feeling well. The gloom of the corridor was pressing in on her and the dark figure of Snape was suddenly rocking crazily.
Her legs refused to hold her any longer. She sank down to the stone floor, her back against the wall. Holding her head in her hands, the corridor continued to rock back and forth. Or maybe it was her. She closed her eyes Snape's voice sounded more distant. "Miss Granger? Miss Granger are you all right?" She didn't feel him leaning over her but when he reached for her hand she started at the touch of his flesh, crying out and striking her head against the wall with a sharp crack. She became even more dizzy as her head started throbbing. Things went darker and her thoughts grew more muddled. Snape's voice sounded like it was far away now. She couldn't take in his words. Hermione then felt someone - Snape probably - picking her up and carrying her.
She knew they had entered the infirmary. Her wits were coming back to her. Snape laid her on a bed and left, to rouse Madam Pomfrey, she guessed. Hermione looked around her. Her vision was starting to settle down now, she noticed gratefully. The room was no longer moving. She tried to sit up but the world jerked crazily when she did so. She lay back down against the pillow.
Snape was back, she cringed as his dark cloaked figure approached, knowing that he would at the worst have more questions for her and at best lecture her or give her detention for being out of bed. "Miss Granger, Madam Pomfrey will be here in a moment. I trust that she will see to you." His words were surprisingly gentle, she noticed. Not at all what she'd expected.
Then his voice grew more serious. "I will not be giving you a detention this time, young lady, but if I find you in the halls after hours again I will not be so generous. I am aware that you've been ill. Professor McGonagall mentioned it yesterday at the staff meeting. That is why I'm being lenient with you but do not expect such favorable treatment from me in future." With that and a swirl of his black cloak, he was gone.
Madam Pomfrey came in a few minutes later, wrapped in a thick purple dressing gown. She examined Hermione and proclaimed that she was suffering from exhaustion. She wanted to give Hermione a sleeping draught and told her she should rest until at least noon the following day.
"I'm fine, Madam Pomfrey. Really. Just a bit tired. I don't need a sleeping draft. I'll sleep if I can just go back to my bed. I've missed so many classes recently I don't want to miss tomorrow. Please." She pleaded with the nurse to let her go back to Gryffindor.
"You're in a state of exhaustion Miss Granger. And I suspect that you haven't been eating well either. You really should stay here. I can't have you collapsing in the corridors tomorrow."
"No, I won't. Professor Snape just startled me in the dark. I got a little frightened. I think that was why I acted so funny. But I'm fine now." She assured the nurse who looked at her sympathetically. Hermione could almost see her mentally agreeing that being confronted by the black-cloaked potions master in a dark corridor would be enough to frighten anybody.
"Really," she pleaded, "I promise that I'll go right to bed and sleep. And I'll have a good breakfast tomorrow before classes." Hermione wheedled and played on Madam Pomfrey's sympathy and her own studious reputation.
The nurse eyed her. "Well..." She didn't look happy but Hermione knew that she had got her way. "If you will promise to go directly to bed and take a dose of calming solution I will allow you to leave. But if I hear that you are not sleeping or eating I will have you back in here for a week!"
Hermione got up. She was still tired and weak but she fought not to let it show as she left the hospital wing. True to her word she went directly back to Gryffindor tower and to bed. Her sleeping was fitful, however, her dreams strange and haunted by Draco Malfoy. No matter how many times she woke up the dreams returned. She finally and gratefully woke to the morning alarm feeling muddled and tired.
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