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Draco 1/2 - Completed	By : hermy Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Draco/Hermione Views: 5546 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
- 1-1
- 2-2
- 3-3
- 4-4
- 5-5
- 6-6
- 7-7
- 8-8
- 9-9
- 10-10: Prologue or Prelude?
- 6
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�Who�s this Jesus?� He was curious. Another curious
muggle term. Hermione smiled weakly at him, �He is a figure in the muggle Bible
that was this demigod who had a big hand in muggles� redemption eons ago. He
sort of started a religion . . . indirectly, many many years after his ascent,
and holy wars have been fought over his name and his father. We called his
father �God� and uh, you�re not getting bored by this are you?�

�No, you�re so sexy when you get into teacher mode.
Merlin!� He murmured huskily, �But what does all that have to do with you
crying out Jesus?�

Hermione gave him a nervous smile and continued.

�Thank you, Draco, uhmm. . . it can also be used as a
cussword. You know, like when you say �Merlin!� You know what I mean?� She was
finished, liking the feeling of Draco�s slender hand on her hair.

�Yes, I think I do. Thank you for explaining,
sweetheart. I hope the fact that I�m trapped in a woman�s body won�t defer you
from entering any kind of union with me. I�ll get my pecker back, and I swear
I�m going to ram you until your eyeballs pop!� Draco promised. Hermione
laughed, �Well, at least, we won�t have to worry about me getting pregnant. In
fact, I wonder if Dumbledore could turn me into a man so YOU can be the one
carrying our child?�

Draco stuck out his tongue. Hermione laughed and
laughed until tears came.

�Just remember what I did with this tongue, and
there�s plenty of that to come!� He drawled, �I believe you owe me something in
exchange, don�t you, sweetheart? I believe I�m . . . rather drenched down
there,�

Hermione giggled, �Looks like it, too! Uh, I�ve not
done this before. I suppose it�s my one shot at having a gay experience, huh?�
Draco could feel the nervousness in her voice, and admired her candor.

�Herm, sweetheart, it�s okay. You don�t have to do
this, but you could watch me get off if you want to. I still need my release,
and it would be my . . uh, first orgasm. I�m a virgin, wouldn�t you say so? And
how does one frig off, anyway?� He looked at her with hopeful eyes. When
Hermione was frozen, he smiled. Actions would speak louder than words, then. He
sat back, and spread his legs.

�How do I do this, Hermione?� Draco craftily asked
her, being the true Slytherin he is. She cracked a smile, knowing she couldn�t
resist giving a lesson. And he knew it. She moved to sit next to Draco,
tentatively sliding her own fingers into his swollen center. Hermione gasped at
the smooth and slick texture, �So it�s like that . . . okay, Draco, you do it
like this�find your acceptable pressure using your fingers. Some would prefer
using artificial appendages such as vibrators or dildos. I, uh, got a vibrator
in my room, but . . . perhaps later. For now, we�ll do manual labor!� Draco�s
only response was a moan. She giggled, and wondered if she could help him. After all, he did help her�gay or no. Hermione
started a slow rub, listening to Draco�s breathing and sounds. He gasped, and
she knew she had found his secret spot. She smiled, remembering his discovery
of her spot. She might as well as return the favor! Who knows what tomorrow
will bring them, anyhow.

Draco wrapped his arms around Hermione, while she
diligently worked on his wet slit. It was practically gushing with that woman
liquid. Merlin! That sounded wrong, and she should start using the female
pronouns when referring to Draco in private.

�You know, the transgendered would envy you your position,�
she whispered huskily. Draco only grunted to that, bringing a giggle out of
her. Hermione increased her ministrations, and Draco was panting heavily. Her
hips bucked out to meet Hermione�s touch for touch. Hermione�s finger slid
deeper and deeper at every bucking. She could feel the virginal barrier, and
thought she should be the one to break through it.

�Draco . . . you are a virgin in every sense of the
word. I must break through the barrier, and it may sting a bit. I know. I want
to make you mine,� Hermione softly spoke the words, not wanting to frighten
him. Draco nodded quickly. She had taken others� virginity herself when she was
in male form, more than quite a few times. She knew what it would entail�but
not the feeling it bought.

�Ouch! Uh, I�m OK. Just take it easy,� Draco cried
out in a high squeak, when Hermione broke through her barrier successfully with
two fingers.

�Hey! You said just a little sting! This is more just
a little sting. Like a thousand bumblebees had invaded my pussy,� She panted in
shock, not thinking she could bear it anymore.

�I�m sorry, sweetie, I am. It will go away, and the
next time will be better. I promise,� she murmured, trying to stifle a laugh. The
positions were reversed! It couldn�t get any more ironic than this. Draco
clenched her teeth, and let one free hand rub her sore vagina. There was just a
speck of blood, nothing more. Wait until she gets her first period! Hermione thought evilly.

�I don�t know how women can stand for this!� Draco
murmured, trying to suppress a laugh at the irony.

�I have a remedy for this, my dear Draco . . . if you
trust me.� Hermione smiled. She was ready. She lowered her head between her
legs, and parted her lips to let her tongue slip out. Draco shut her eyes,
awaiting the impact. She felt only a wet and soft sensation lapping at her sore
shealth. A moan escaped her throat, and Draco encouraged Hermione by the slight
tug of her caramel-colored hair to proceed as she was. Hermione sank her tongue
deeper into her entrance, and made a few experimental twirls and turns there.
Draco gasped, �Mercy! I had no idea it could feel like this. You women . . .
have the better end of the deal, I believe.�

Hermione only continued to lap into the blonde�s hot
pool. Draco shut her eyes and emitted a series of groans, while slowly arching
her hips. This was heaven!

Draco continued to shut her eyes, fantasizing how she
would make her own thrusts with a certain fleshy staff and how Hermione would
scream with ecstasy. She let go of a long hiss as she neared her first release.

�H-h-h-her-mioooon-e-e-e!� Draco cried out her
release at last, as a series of waves hit her. She felt like she was going
cross-eyed, and her button throbbed. Hermione stilled her tongue, but allowed
herself to feel Draco�s orgasm with it as Draco had done with hers. As Draco�s
orgasms subsided, Hermione moved her tongue again. It drew a tortured moan out
of Draco.

�Woman, you are killing me here!� She murmured into
Hermione�s ear, as she lifted her head off from her intimate area. Hermione
giggled, and shifted to make herself comforable. Then they drew each other into
a tender embrace, and didn�t break it for a long time.

Morning soon came, and Hermione was glad it was
Saturday. They didn�t have classes. She took a long look at Draco�s sleeping
nude form, entwined with her own. She slowly untangled her legs from Draco�s,
and put a gentle kiss on her forehead. Draco didn�t move, and she looked very
innocent deep in her sleep. Hermione was whistling as she had to make use of
the shared Head bathroom. As she was washing her hands, hands covered her eyes.
She laughed, thinking it was Draco.

�Hello, you filthy Mudblood. I see you are in a
chipper mood, and I knew you were a lesbian all along,� It was not a question
asked of her. Hermione froze in horror. It couldn�t be Draco, after all
they have shared . . .

�No, it�s not Draco, you cunt! Yes, that�s right, I�m
a Legilimens. The dark lord trained me just before his untimely demise,� the
voice menaced at her ear. The Death-Eater uncovered her eyes, and she spun
around. Vincent Crabbe! But impossible! He had the wits of a�

�You whore, I fooled you all. Very well, it was. My
poor dim-witted father is in Azbakan, thanks to you and your little friends.
Voldermort thought it wise to keep my true mental capacity a secret, so I would
be an efficient spy for him. I was efficient, wasn�t I, to have caught you . .
. with your pants down, that is?� He laughed darkly. Hermione was truly
frightened, and tried to think of her past lessons in Occlumency. Harry had
made sure she and Ron were well versed at it. Fortunately, she was a very
attentive student. Don�t stare at him in the eyes. Right. Clear the mind. Okay.
Think of murderous thoughts about Crabbe. Easy. Crabbe only sent her daggers
with his eyes, �Well, the little girl thinks of killing me! That�s a laugh.
Now, bitch, where the fuck is your lover? I have a little tete-a-tete with that
spoiled sonofabitch,� He gave her a violent shake by the arms. Hermione sighed
in relief. Draco was safe, but unfortunately she was completely defenseless
without her wand. Crabbe had the advantage with his wand at hand. She had to
stall him until help came.

�What did Draco ever do to you? I thought you guys
were best friends!� Hermione lifted her chin slightly. Crabbe only gave a derisive
snort, and sucker punched her out cold. Nothing and everything, he answered her question silently and lifted her
limp body on his shoulder like a rag doll. He had no desire to rape her at all,
for he feared mixing his pure bloodline with sullied mud-bloodlines. Voldemort
was dead, but the desire for revenge was not dead. The pack of Death-eaters
were either hunted down by the Aurors or dead. Crabbe even had lost his beloved
Barty Crouch, Jr to the accursed dementors, thanks to those goody-two-shoes! This
is for you, Barty. He thought angrily of his
lost lover, as he scanned the room for any sign of life. None. Crabbe would do
with what he had�and he knew what would hurt Draco the most. He simply blamed
Draco for the death of Voldemort and
Barty. Because he existed, and he made a mess of their attempted conquest and
murder of Harry Potter and the wizarding community with trivial squabbles.
Because he was made to babysit Draco Malfoy while other Death-eaters were in
real battles! Fucking Lucius Malfoy, the failed commander of the Death-eaters.
What Voldemort saw in him, Crabbe didn�t understand. He would pay ol� Lucius a
visit at Azbakan to taunt him about Draco. Crabbe smiled at the thought, and
slapped Hermione�s tender bottom. She would be a good lure and a plaything. He
laughed boisterously. They both Apparated into nothingness.
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