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The Dare	By : Tassanaburrfoot Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Draco/Hermione Views: 82898 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 11
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The next few days found Draco and Hermione starting to settle down a more comfortable pace with their relationship. Hermione kept her word about not letting Lavender spend as much time in Slytherin House, though how much that really made a difference, Draco honestly couldn’t tell. Since that fateful day in Dumbeldore’s office, the two girls seemed almost to be joined at the hip and Draco found himself offering to carry Lavender’s books as well as Hermione’s. Well, Crabbe and Goyle were really the ones carrying them, but the sentiment was still the same.
The small group was walking down the hall, Draco holding Hermione’s hand as she chatted probably aimlessly with the pregnant witch – Draco wasn’t really paying attention. His two “sidekicks” remained quiet, simply following and staring menacingly at anyone who attempted to look at the group. They were heading to the library when they were interrupted.
“Oi!” shouted Ron from down the hall.
The girls stopped and looked up in unison, Hermione’s hand stopping Draco from progressing closer to their destination. He gave her a sour look before following her gaze. His eyes darkened at the sight as he watched the redhead jog towards them.
Ron stopped when he came up to the group. “Lav? What are you doing?”
The Half-blooded girl glanced around herself curiously. “Last I checked, I was heading to the library,” she told him. “Why?”
“You can’t go to the library with them!” he gasped, waving accusingly at the three Slytherins.
Hermione released Draco’s hand so she could fold her arms. “And why can’t she? This is a free country last I checked.”
“Draco and Hermione have been helping me with my studies,” Lavender said. “That essay Snape set is pretty harsh and…”
“I’ll help you,” the ginger haired boy interrupted, startling the girls and making Draco raise an eyebrow. Ron parted his hands and said, “Please, Lav? I know I’ve been a git, but it’s a bit of a shock, you know? Finding out your girl’s pregnant. We’re both so young, but please. Give me another chance. I’ll help you with your homework and whatever else you need. Just…” He leaned in closer to her and added in a harsh whisper, “You don’t have to go hanging out with these people to get your work done.”
Hermione frowned. “These people, Ronald? These people stepped up to help her when you abandoned her. And, in case you’ve forgotten. This person,” she jabbed her thumb to her chest, “has been your friend for almost six years now.”
“I know that,” he snapped, his face contorting in annoyance. “But you are dating him,” he said, pointing an accusing finger at Draco. The Slytherin smirk as his silver eyes sparkled maliciously. “I appreciate everything you’ve done for her, really I do, but she should be with me. I’m her boyfriend. I’m the bloke whose baby she’s carrying. She’s my responsibility.”
“Took you long enough,” Draco drawled. “I was beginning to wonder if you really were stupid enough to think you could just .”
“Draco,” Hermione hissed, “you’re not helping.”
“No, ‘Mione, let him finished,” Ron said as he glared at the blond. “I’d like to hear what he has to say so I can punch that ugly smirk off of his face.”
“You’re not punching anyone,” Lavender said sharply, glaring at him. “I’m going to the library with Draco and Hermione so I can finish my essay. You’re welcomed to tag along if you like, but if you start any fights, I will leave and the…” she counted the group real quick, “the five of us will go finish studying where you can’t follow.”
To Draco’s immense dissatisfaction, the ginger haired Gryffindor opted to walk with them. Soon, Potter and the young Weaselette joined them as well. The blond Pureblood scoffed as he firmly grabbed Hermione’s hand and glanced at his two comrades. “Bloody sods,” he grumbled sourly. “We’re going into the library, not some bloody coffee shop or pub.”
“Draco,” the Muggle born warned.
His eyes narrowed at her. “This isn’t a social gathering, princess,” he told her as they walked into the library. “We’re here for studying purposes only.”
The witch inclined her head in agreement. “And we will. We can all use this time to catch up on our homework and finish our essays.”
Whatever response Draco gave ended up being lost in the small crowd of whispering Gryffindors. They had found a spot near the centre of the library and Draco reached into his satchel to pull out a quill, some ink, and the essay he had almost completed. Well, technically it was complete, but he still needed to do some fact checking. He saw Hermione echoing his movements and took a deep breath. At least she still had her priorities in order, even if she was carrying on a lively conversation with the youngest of the Weasley brood in the process.
The time passed quietly, mostly. Everyone worked on their own miniscule projects with the exceptions of Draco and Hermione as they moved from person to person answering questions and helping where they could. Draco could feel his irritation start to build, however, when he asked Lavender for the third time if she needed anything and was rudely interrupted by Ron Weasley. “Go pester your own girlfriend, ferret,” the red head snapped.
Draco’s eyes narrowed dangerously and he touched his wand. A deliciously devious thought entered his mind before he could pull the wand out however. Letting his face drop back to the cool, calm façade he had been wearing, he gave a small smirk. Turning on his heel, he went straight to Hermione, who was currently bent over a book with Goyle, verbally highlighting certain passages she thought the Slytherin could use in his paper. Without saying a word, Draco grabbed the Muggle born, picked her up, and sat her on the table.
“Draco!” she hissed as she tried to wriggle free. That single word drew the attention of the other students as Draco grabbed her hips, roughly pulled her so that he was situated between her legs, and kissed her passionately. That momentarily paused her protests as she began melting into his kiss, her hands digging into his white blond locks as she felt his sudden hard on press against her core. She broke their kiss with a heated gasp. “Draco!” she moaned softly as he began trailing kisses along her jawline to her neck.
“Hermione,” said a warning voice that she recognized as Harry’s.
That snapped her out of her daze quickly and she pushed more fervently at Draco’s shoulders. “We can’t do this here!” she whispered to him as she attempting to pry his hands off of her. The one hand was, literally, massaging a breast over her blouse.
She wasn’t certain if he had heard her or was just ignoring her, but the way he became more persistent suggested the latter. His other hand had slipped under her skirt to cup the side of her hip as he pulled her even closer to him, his hips moving so that his cock jabbed her core roughly. Before either could say anything, however, he was unceremoniously thrown off of her and he fell onto the floor with a loud thud.
His wand came to his hand an instant later and he turned to glare at the only other person holding a wand, Harry Potter. “You’ll pay for that, Potter!” he sneered.
“You’re in the library, Malfoy,” Harry snapped, unfazed by the boy’s threat. “No one here wants to watch you molest Hermione.”
“It’s not molestation if she wants it,” the blond snarled. “And who do you think is going to hear anyway? I cast a privacy charm over this entire group once we were all settled. So long as we remain in the circle, no one will hear us.”
“We’ll hear you,” Ron growled.
Draco’s eyes shot to the redhead’s. “Who cares?” he asked. “Jealous I manage to fuck my girl without impregnating her?”
“Draco!” Hermione snapped, sliding off the table and running up to stand in front of him. “You cannot…”
But the blond Pureblood ignored her. “I come inside her every night, Weasel. Did you know that? I pound her into my bed and I won’t stop until I’ve come. And guess what? She begs for it! She…”
He was silenced by a loud slap across his face that echoed around the area. His head had snapped to the side and for the briefest of moments, it stayed there before he ever so slowly turned back it back. Stormy grey eyes met honey and Hermione could see the promise of danger within them. She stood her ground, daring him to do something, anything.
“Three,” he said. Turning on his heel, he went to the table and started gathering up their things, putting them away in his and Hermione’s bags.
“What are you doing?” she demanded as he capped her ink jar and placed it in her bag.
“We’re leaving,” he said, brooking no argument.
But she did argue. “I’m not going anywhere,” she said, folding her arms. “We’re not finished with our studies.”
His eyes flashed and he stared at her for a moment. “Yes, we are,” he said. He handed her bag to an already packed Crabbe. “You can finish your studies tomorrow. For now, we’re finished here.”
“You may be, but I’m not,” she said stubbornly as she planted her feet.
He sneered. “Stop acting like a child and let’s go,” he ordered, shouldering his satchel.
“I’m not the one acting childish,” she denied. “You are. I came here to study and to help my friends study.”
“And now the studying is done for the evening,” he pointed out as he reached for her arm.
She shook her head. “Just because Harry tried to stop you from trying to have sex with me here in the library, which I hope you realize I would not have allowed it to go that far…”
“Do you honestly think Potter can stop me from doing anything?” he asked, his voice dangerously low.
“Isn’t that what he just did?” she shot back.
Draco took a deep breath and handed his satchel to Goyle. His movements were quick as he grabbed her by the waist and tossed her over his shoulder as she kicked and screamed. “Stop moving so much before everyone sees your knickers,” he growled as he rested his arm over her legs to keep her skirt from riding up.
Harry and Ron both had their wands drawn and pointed at the Slytherin. “You will let her go,” Harry ordered.
Draco rolled his eyes, then with just a thought, he raised his hand and silently, windlessly Stupefied both Gryffindor boys. Lavender and Ginny both let out a shriek as they ran to the unconscious boys. Ginny was the first to quickly recover as she ran after the boys who were now out in the hallway.
“Let her go, Malfoy,” she demanded as Hermione continued to beat on his back. “Let her go or so help me, I will hex you.”
“Go ahead,” he said carelessly, not breaking his stride or even looking at her. “Any hex to send at me will just bounce right off and hit you. So, by all means, Ginger, try it.”
“My name is Ginny!” she spat as she rushed to keep up with him. “And if a teacher saw you right now…”
That made Draco stop. Sighing, he set the girl down, but grabbed her arm and began dragging her. “Let me go!” Hermione yelled, hitting his arm.
He pulled her to him and grabbed her chin, forcing her to look him in the eye. “You will stop hitting me,” he growled.
“You’re hurting me,” she snapped, glaring at him.
He released her chin and continued walking towards the Slytherin Common Room. “Stop hitting me,” he snarled when she punched his arm again, but he did not pause again.
“Purity!” he shouted and the door swung open.
“Malfoy, you need to let her go,” Ginny said in a slight panic.
He glared at her. “She’s my girl,” he countered as they entered the room, but he didn’t stop in the Common Room.
“You’re acting like a caveman!” Hermione shouted, trying desperately to pull her arm out of his grasp.
“And you’re acting like a spoiled, selfish little girl,” he returned, waving his free hand to open the door to the boys’ dormitories. “Crabbe, Goyle. Leave our things by my wardrobe. We won’t need them tonight,” he ordered as he threw Hermione onto his bed. She pulled out her wand, but he was quicker. “Expelliarmus!” he shouted and deftly caught her wand as it flew towards him.
“Give me back my wand!” she cried as she started to get off the bed.
He wordlessly cast the Immobulus charm and she stood froze in place. Draco stared at the Muggle born as she stood there looking all the world as if she was ready to defy him. He just shook his head as he went to his wardrobe and tucked her wand inside. “You’ll have your wand returned to you,” he told her, “in the morning. You don’t need it tonight.”
When he turned to her, he came face to face with Ginny Weasley, her face as brilliantly red as her hair. He lifted a brow. “Ginger,” he greeted.
“It’s Ginny,” she corrected him. “Which is short for Ginevra.”
He gave her a soft smirk. “I know what your name is, lovely,” he said. “However, your temper is as fiery as your hair, so I call you ‘Ginger’. Now, you’re going to want to move out of my way.”
“No,” she said, folding her arms and glaring at him. “You are going to release my friend and give her back her wand. And then, she’s taking her things and we are leaving.”
“Is that what you think you’re going to do?” he asked, his lips curling upwards in amusement.
Her eyes widened slightly. “Oh, I don’t just think it,” she said. “Your days of dating Hermione are over, Malfoy.”
He stepped into her personal space and she took a step back, so he moved closer. They continued this until she was against the wall and he placed both hands on either side of her, effectively trapping her. “Here’s what you’re actually going to do, Ginger,” he said softly, his silver eyes flashing wickedly. “Outside this door sits several large Slytherin boys. Only, I think you’ll find that they are more men than boys. You are going to accompany Goyle back to the portal hole, because if you don’t, well… I can’t be held responsible for what they do to you. You’re not going to discuss anything that happens here, nor are you going to mention my warnings, because here it is. Hermione Granger is my girlfriend. She’s not going to leave me. She’s not ever going to leave me because there is a very likely chance that she, like your little Brown friend, could be pregnant. We didn’t use protection our first time and I filled her up with so much come…” His lips were at her ear now, his hot breath tickling the edges. He licked his lips. “It was so delicious.”
She pushed at him and gave him a nasty look. “You’re sick,” she spat. “And she’s not pregnant, just so you know. Madam Pomphrey checks for that before she administers the first contraceptive potion.”
He didn’t look put out, in fact, he truly wasn’t, for it didn’t really matter whether or not Hermione was pregnant. “The facts still remain, little Ginger. She’s not going to leave and you’re not going to convince her otherwise.”
She glared at him. “What makes you so sure?”
The moment he was waiting for. “Remember that little girl who had tried to break us up the first time?” he asked, his eyes glittering.
“Astoria Greengrass,” she replied. “What of her?”
“As we speak, she is sitting in the Common Room and giving head to one of those Slytherin ‘boys’ I was just telling you about, no doubt while another one is painting the walls of her pussy white,” he told her. “She’s become quite the little slag since that day and well…” He brushed his fingertips across her cheek and tucked a lock of hair behind her ear. “I would hate to see that same fate bestowed upon Harry Potter’s future wife. Wouldn’t you?”
Her eyes widened as his threat became quite clear to her. “You wouldn’t dare!” she hissed. “Hermione is listening to everything we say right now and…”
“No, she’s not,” he corrected her. “See, little Ginger, I’ve become quite the master of wordless, wandless magic. Something I’m sure my princess is learning, but hasn’t fully gotten the concept of yet. She cannot hear us, nor can she see what we are doing.” He pressed himself against the redhead so that she could feel his erection as he whispered in her ear, “I could take you right here, right now, and she would never be the wiser.” For added effect, he brushed the tip of his tongue over the shell of her ear.
She shivered and tried to break away from him. “You’re disgusting! I can’t believe I ever thought you would be good for her. You’re vile and evil and…”
His hand clutched her neck and her mouth snapped shut. “If you want to remain friends with Hermione Granger, you’ll do as I say,” he snarled, growing tired of this little game of cat and mouse. “You won’t tell her anything that we’ve discussed. You’ll return to your dormitory and say a word to no one. You will not attempt to pit her against me. You won’t get one of your little friends to try to do so either. You will be her best friend and the greatest cheerleader of our relationship. She belongs with me. You know that, I know that, and she knows that.”
“If you keep playing these type of sick games, you’re going to lose her,” she muttered angrily.
“I won’t,” he said smugly. “You’ll see. In the meantime, I need your vow that you won’t try to sabotage this.”
“I won’t have to try,” she told him. “You’ll do that on your own.”
“Your vow, Weasley,” he growled, pressing against her more firmly.
She shuddered and made a disgusted face as she could feel his cock against her stomach, covered as they were layered by clothes, of course. But it was still there. “I won’t,” she said and he squeezed her neck ever so slightly. “I won’t say a word. I’ll…” she gasped and tears stung her eyes as he shifted himself so that his cock actually rubbed against her. “Malfoy! Please!”
He smirked. “You’re actually enjoying this, aren’t you?” he asked as his free hand began to creep up her skirt. “I wonder how wet you are. Tell me, does Potter ever touch you?”
She fought against him. “Stop!” she shouted as she pushed against him with all of her strength. “I’ll give you your bloody vow!” she hissed. “If you’ll give me yours that you’ll never touch me like that again!”
He took a step away from her, releasing his hold on her in the process. “You have yourself a deal,” he said, holding out his hand for her to grasp. “Goyle,” he barked and the boy approached the two. “Take out your wand,” he told him.
Ginny blanched as she watched the larger boy pull his wand out from his robes. Draco grasped her arm by the elbow in such a way and her arm rested atop his. “The Unbreakable Vow?” she asked.
He quirked his brow. “You didn’t honestly think I’m stupid enough to simply take your word for it, did you?” he questioned.
She glared at the blond Pureblood. “My word’s worth a hell of a lot more than yours will ever be, filthy snake,” she snarled.
His smug expression did not falter as he responded with an innuendo, “All the more reason why you should want this as much as I do, unless you really did enjoy the feel of my cock against you, which if that’s the case…”
“Get on with it!” she snapped, angry, frustrated, and repulsed.
“Ginerva Weasley, will you vow not to interfere negatively in my relationship with Hermione Granger?” Draco asked, suddenly serious.
Ginny swallowed and licked her lips. “I will,” she answered.
A silvery string dropped from Goyle’s wand and wrapped itself around their joined hands. “And will you, Ginerva, promise to give your full support to the relationship I have with Hermione Granger?” he asked.
“I will.”
There was an evil glint in his eyes as the side of his lip raised slightly. “And will you keep what happens within the walls of Slytherin House secret? Revealing them to no one?”
She straightened, standing tall and raising her head up proudly. “I will. And will you, Draco Malfoy, promise to never touch me in such a vile, disgusting manner again?”
He inclined his head, his eyes never leaving hers. “I will,” he replied and once the last string was wrapped, they released one another’s arms.
Ginny could actually feel when the enchantments had been lifted. Hermione was still frozen in the same spot, staring angrily at, well, nothing since Draco was not standing in front of her. But Ginny knew that whatever spells Draco may have cast to prevent the Muggle born from seeing or hearing any of their conversation were gone. The young witch breathed a sigh of relief and quickly moved to her best friend. “Release her,” she said.
“No,” Draco answered. “My precious princess and I still have matters to discuss. Matters that I fear would be interrupted by her continued attempts to abuse me.”
“You’re being ridiculous.”
“I’m being pragmatic,” he corrected. “I know her temper, Ginger. I’ve no desire to revisit any of those moments.”
The red head stared at him. “The longer you keep her bound, the worse it’s going to be for you,” she said. “Hermione doesn’t like to be held back or to feel like she can’t do anything. I know her temper, too, Malfoy. She’s not to be trifled with or underestimated.”
He nodded. “I’ll keep that in mind,” he promised her. “Goyle will escort you out now.”
The moment the two were gone, Draco began casting silent spells on his wardrobe as well as the door. Furthermore, he casts a particular sort of locking charm that would prevent entry by anyone except for himself. He knew he would have to dispel that one once he was done, but for now, it worked. He released her head, allowing her to move her eyes and mouth.
Her glare followed him. “You will release me,” she told him, to which he nodded. “You will give me back my wand,” she continued and again, he nodded in agreement. “And I’m never speaking to you again.”
He scrunched his face. “So close,” he said, shaking his head as he teased, “And here I thought you were the brightest witch of our age.”
“What do you want from me, Malfoy?” she asked finally.
“What happened to calling me Draco?” he questioned and actually looked a bit hurt. “We need to discuss some things. In particular, your behaviour towards me.”
“My what?” she spat, astounded. “Have you gone mad?”
He lifted an eyebrow at that. “You’re the one who thinks its fine to go around hitting people all the time,” he pointed out. “Never mind the complete lack of respect you show me when I tell you to do something.”
If she were a basilisk, Hermione wagered Draco would be dead by now with the way she stared at him. “Do you hear yourself? When you tell me to do something. I’m not some servant or piece of property you can order about. You ask and when I say ‘no’ or ‘I’m not ready’, you respect my decision. I understand that you were upset, but you weren’t acting very gentlemanly yourself. Snogging me in the middle of the library.”
He rolled his eyes. “You’re my girlfriend, princess,” he drawled. “I didn’t think there would be a problem with snogging you, regardless of where we were.”
“You had a hand on my breast and another moving up my skirt,” she reminded him. “Maybe you don’t have an issue with it, but in polite society, such blatant public displays of affection is frowned upon. Where did all of that come from anyway?” She frowned. “I mean, normally you’d pull me into some other part of the room away from everyone. Why there? Why then?”
His eyes narrowed. “I’m not helping Brown again,” he told her suddenly. “Not if that Weasel is around because it’s bloody pointless.”
Hermione grimaced. So that’s what this is all about. It all started making sense to the Muggle born, but even still… “You should have let me stay. I was helping Goyle…”
“Goyle can borrow the book the two of you were looking at and you can study it in the Common Room,” he said. “Besides, it’s the weekend. The essays are done so, we can relax.”
“I can’t relax if I’m immobile,” she grossed. “Are you going to release me?”
“Not yet,” he said as he approached her. He cupped her jaw. “Are you going to leave me?”
She stared up into his silver eyes. “I should, but no. I’m still angry with you, though.”
“You promise you won’t leave?” he pressed.
She sighed, “I promise, but I do think we need to set up some boundaries.”
It was his turn to frown. “Boundaries? Like what?” he asked.
“I know you mean well,” she started, “but there are times you can be a bit controlling. I need to know that you trust me enough to allow me to do things on my own without you hovering over me like some mother hen. It’s not that I don’t appreciate it, because I do, but it’s starting to get to the point where I have to come to you if I want to do something as simple as go to the loo here in Slytherin House.” She shook her head. “I get that you want to protect me, but the people here know that I’m not to be messed with. Merlin, I had a boy just yesterday apologising to me profusely because I accidentally ran into him! And then he asked me not to tell you, though he wouldn’t tell me why. I really hope you’re not scaring children out of some twisted sense that you think they’re going to hurt me.”
Draco’s eyes narrowed. “Who was he?” he asked.
Hermione shook her head. “I didn’t get his name,” she told him. “And even if I did, I wouldn’t tell you because, honestly, it was nothing.”
“Granger, these kids aren’t like your bleeding heart Gryffindors,” he said, staring at her. “Slytherins aren’t known for doing things ‘by accident’ even if it’s something simple like running into you. Many of these kids are brought up in the old, traditional ways of blood prejudice and Muggle hatred.”
She sighed. “Then why do we sleep here?” she asked. “If that’s the case, then we can always go…”
“Where?” he scoffed. “To Gryffindor Tower? Yes, we can both see how well that would play out. Besides, I can’t exactly sneak into your room like you can mine. And if you’re thinking about suggesting we sleep alone, you can forget about it.” He released her from the spell and pulled her into his embrace. “I have no interest in sleeping in a bed without you in it. You bring me comfort, princess, and I find peace in the fact that I know you’re safe.”
She reached up to bury her hands in his fine, white blonde hair and pull him down to her in a kiss. The kiss became quickly heated and he brought her down with him onto the bed. It was the first time they were actually alone and he was going to make the most of it. He allowed her to lay atop him as they kissed, his hands roaming along her back and over her arse. She gave a small moan and he slipped a hand under her skirt to touch the lacy pair of knickers she wore.
He flipped them over, sliding himself between her legs, as he kissed her. A hand cupped her mound over her knickers and his fingers rubbed her clit through them. Arching her back, she broke the kiss as she gave a gasping moan. “Oh, God, Draco,” she whispered.
He smirked as he touched the band of her knickers and pulled them down. “We’ll need to invest you in some sexier knickers,” he said as he pulled the knickers off and looked at them. They were pink and lacy, but other than that, they reminded him of something his mother might wear. “Have you ever considered a g-string or thong?” he asked as he tossed the pair behind him and turned his attention back to her.
She frowned. “I have not,” she told him. “What’s wrong with my knickers?”
He quirked a brow. “They lack creativity and intrigue,” he told her. “You’re a beautiful, sexy woman, princess. There’s nothing wrong with showcasing what you have.” He ran a finger along her slit, his eyes becoming hooded at how wet she already was. “The things you do to me,” he whispered hoarsely.
She reached up so she could wrap her hands around the back of his neck and pull him down to her, but he stopped her. “I want to try something new,” he said as he sat on her legs, effectively pinning her down.
“What did you have in mind?” she asked curiously.
He smirked, “Oh, there are a lot of things I have in mind, my princess, but I doubt you’d be interested in any of them. At least at the moment.” He tilted his head as he studied her. “What would you say to having your arse penetrated?”
Her eyes widened and she tried to sit up, but she couldn’t, so she just stared at him incredulously. “Um. No,” she answered.
His brow quirked. “Such a quick answer,” he taunted. “Where’s all that Gryffindor courage you claim to have?”
“I’ve had enough pain during the war…”
“Life is pain,” he drawled. “And it only hurts for a little bit, like the first time we had sex.”
She frowned. “How do you know? Have you had it done before?” she asked, thinking she had gotten him.
He shrugged. “A few times,” he answered and her gawking at him had him laughing. “There’s five other boys who share this room with me, Granger. Not to mention, this is Slytherin House. Things happen. We don’t talk about it.” He took a deep breath. “Of course, I will admit that it’s been a while as usually I’m the one doing it, but either way, I’ve always enjoyed it.”
She blinked several times as thoughts flooded through her mind. He actually admitted to having sex with boys! Of being… Well, he certainly wasn’t gay. “You’ve actually had sex with boys?” she asked, too shocked to wrap her mind around the idea.
He tilted his head. “You don’t believe me,” he pointed out. “Here, I’ll show you,” he added as he started to get up.
She grabbed his shirt tail. “No!” When he looked at her, she shook her head and said calmly, “No. That won’t be necessary. It’s not that I don’t believe you. It’s just…” she stared at him in wonder. “I never would have thought that you, of all people, would go that route.”
He gave a little smirk as he resettled himself on her legs. Honestly, most of his weight was on his knees, but it mattered little. “How do you know what you’ll like if you don’t experiment?” he surmised. “You’d be surprised, Granger. There are a lot of people out there who are varying degrees of bisexual. Hell, it could even be argued that you may even be.”
She shook her head. “I’ve never been attracted to girls,” she told him. “Even when I…” she blushed.
He smirked. “When you masturbate?” he supplied. “There’s no shame in it, my princess. Masturbation is completely normal.”
“I always picture myself with the guy,” she finally told him.
His eyes sparkled at that thought. “And what do you do with these guys?” he asked, genuinely curious. “Have you ever pictured me?” At her deepening blush, his smirk widened. “You have then,” he commented knowingly. “Won’t you tell me about it?”
She turned her head in her attempt to hide it and she murmured, “Too embarrassing.”
He laughed. “Aw, princess, come on! It’s not like we aren’t already fucking,” he said as he moved off of her and lifted her legs into the air and on either of his shoulders. The movement caused her skirt to ride up, exposing her completely. He licked his lips as he dipped his head. He gave her pussy a broad sweep of his tongue. Then he flicked her clit with the tip of his tongue. She moaned as she clenched up her fists. “There’s my good girl,” he breathed as he lightly blew on the heated, wet flesh. He licked her again, lingering on her opening and spearing it a bit.
“Oh! Draco!” she screamed and he heard her shoes fall onto the ground.
He smiled as he lifted a hand and began teasing her clit with his forefinger. He licked her opening again and pried at it with his pinky. “I want you so bad,” he told her.
He lay her back down gently on the bed and took off his belt. “There are spells,” he told her, “that can ease the pain of your first time. If we were to use them on your arse…”
“There are spells that can ease the pain of my first time and you’re telling me about this now?” she asked, glaring at him.
He shrugged. “Our first time together wasn’t exactly planned, Granger,” he pointed out. “Bit of a spur of the moment, wasn’t it? But we’re actually discussing this.” He pulled his trousers down and kicked them off to the side before taking his shirt off.
She pouted. “I wasn’t aware this was still open for debate,” she said. “You asked me if I would be interested and I said no. Case closed.”
“Ah, Granger, where’s your sense of adventure?” he asked. Having completely undressed, he turned to her and began working on her clothes. He pulled her blouse up over her head and looked her in the eye. “One time,” he promised. “Just once and, if you don’t like it, I’ll never ask for it again.”
She stared at him for a long moment, contemplating his words. “If I do this,” she told him after a few seconds, “then I want to see the same thing done with you. Fair’s fair, right?”
“Of course,” he answered immediately.
“And you’ll use those spells you were talking about? The ones that ‘ease the pain’?”
His eyes twinkled as he cupped her jaw. “I wouldn’t do it otherwise. I do care for you, Granger,” he told her. “You’re starting to mean so much to me and I lo… I wouldn’t want to hurt you. Not if I can prevent it.”
She took a deep breath and nodded. “Alright,” she said finally. She had caught his stumble and was curious as to what he was going to say, but her curiosity ended as he cupped her mound again, slipping his middle finger between her slits and teasing her opening.
He kissed her as he used his free hand to gently push her back to lie flat on the bed. He pushed two digits inside of her and began moving them in a rhythmic fashion as his free hand lifted one of her legs and draped it over his shoulder.
He let his hand trail down her leg, tickling the fine, invisible hairs there and sending her goosebumps through her body. She shuddered at the feel as her head fell back and her eyes closed. She moaned when he pressed her clit with his thumb and began drawing circles with it, all the while thrusting his two fingers inside of her.
Because her eyes were closed, Hermione didn’t see the gleeful smile on his face. Nor did she see him wordlessly call his wand to him. She did, however, gasp and her eyes shot open when he pressed the wand tip against the small pucker of her arse. “What are you doing?” she demanded, looking down at him.
Gone was his smile as his face was contorted in concentration. “I’m preparing you,” he explained. “If I enter you now, like this, it will hurt.” His molten silver eyes looked up at her and met her eyes lustfully. “It’ll be alright, princess. You’re going to enjoy this.”
He waited for her to settle back down, never removing his fingers from her. Once he was sure she was comfortable, he turned his attention back to small hole. It was an awkward position, to be sure, but he was managing it. The important thing was to keep her distracted as he worked on her. He listened for her moans and pressed his wand more firmly against the puckering hole each time he heard her made sounds on enjoyment. “You like that, princess?” he asked,
“Yes,” he heard her breathe. “Draco…”
His lips lifted in a smirk as he silently casts the appropriate spells. She gasped as each jolt from his wand filled her. Once he sent the last spell inside of her, he pulled his wand out, smiling as he realized just how much of his wand she had taken. He cast a lubrication charm on his cock and tossed the wand away. He continues his ministrations on her pussy as he lifted her leg up and turned her slightly, moving so that he was practically spooning her.
“Put your leg on my hip, love,” he whispered huskily. When she did as he asked, he murmured, “That a girl. Feeling good?”
She gave a moan in response and he nodded. “Oh yes,” he whispered, pushing her hair out of the way so he could nibble on her ear. “Such a sweet girl. So beautiful, so sexy, so wet.”
His fingers picked up speed inside of her and she grabbed his forearm. “Oh, God, Draco!” she gasped. “Oh my God.”
“That’s it, princess,” he whispered, licking the shell of her ear. “Come for me. Drench my fingers in your sweet juices.” He did not relent and very soon, her walls clamped onto his fingers and she screamed.
He kissed her shoulder as he pulled his fingers out of her and positioned his cock. She was slowly coming down from her high as he pressed his head against her tiny hole. He felt her tense up at the touch and he immediately grabbed a breast and started tweaking the nipple. “Sh, sh, it’s ok,” he whispered letting his hot breath wash upon her soft skin. “It’s ok, my love. Just relax. I’m not going to hurt you.”
She listened to his words, closing her eyes and just breathing, trying to relax her body. She had read somewhere that by relaxing one’s body, it made things like this much easier. She had no idea of the spells he had cast, if he had cast any, but she trusted him. She felt him when the head of his cock entered her and her eyes shot open. She bit her lip to hold back the shout that was bubbling up in her throat.
He continued to coo calm, soothing words to her. This was, in no way, like the first time they had had sex. He was gentle, pressing into her and stopping when she made a noise so she could get used to the feel of him. It felt like forever before he was finally seated fully inside of her, a fact she knew to be true when he gave a long groan.
They lay there for a moment, just breathing and feeling. Draco closed his eyes and allowed his mind invision seeing Neville Longbottom in a Speedo to prevent himself from coming too soon. She was so tight! The walls of her anus contracted as they conformed to his cock, no doubt trying to push him out as well, but he kept his hold on her. Once he felt her start to become comfortable, he began thrusting into her slowly.
Neville Longbottom in a Speedo showing off his muscles.
Draco kissed her shoulder. “Ok?” he asked gently.
Hermione had scrunched her eyes shut, but nodded. “There’s a little pain,” she told him. “But nothing too bad.”
He gave a small nod. “Mind if I speed it up a bit?” he asked.
“Please do,” she breathed. With a smirk, he picked up his pace and she gasped, “Oh, God!”
He slowly rolled them so that she was lying on her stomach. Grabbing her hips, he lifted his torso up some so he could fuck her properly. He didn’t often engage in anal sex, but he enjoyed each time he did. When she began moaning like she did when they had vaginal sex, he smirked. “Do you like that, princess?” he asked. “Do you like feeling my dick up your arse?”
She nodded against the bedsheets, pressing her fist against her mouth. He slapped one of her butt cheeks as he fucked her. “Oh!” she shouted. “Draco, don’t do that.”
His eyes narrowed. “Still ordering me about, my princess?” he asked as he slapped her again.
She cried, “Stop! That hurts when you do that.”
He tilted his head. “So, it actually hurts when I slap your arse? Imagine that,” he mused. “Of course, you have yet to stop hitting me, so…” He slapped her once more.
She could feel the sting ringing through her body as the cheek heated up where he had hit her. She had a hand in defeating the most evil wizard of all time. She was smart and brave and… his hand made contact with her skin again, causing her to shout out. She tried put her arms underneath her so she could crawl away from him, but he grabbed her hair and shoved her face into the mattress, ploughing into her arse. He leaned forward and hissed in her ear, “Where’s my dick, little princess?”
She didn’t understand the reason for his question, but she answered it anyway. “In my arse.”
His hand released her hair as he grabbed her hips and fucked her even harder. “Wrong!” he snapped. “This is my arse. Just like that sweet little pussy of yours, it belongs to me. My. Arse,” he repeated, thrusting into her with each word. “My. Arse. My. Pussy. Mine!”
“Yours!” she said with a shout as she gathered the duvet in her fists to use for support.
He had the entire bed shaking in time with his thrusts. “Whose arse, princess?”
“Yours!” she answered with tears in her eyes. “It’s yours!”
“And whose pussy?”
“Yours,” she cried, unable to get a good hold and falling onto the bed, her arse sticking up in the air as he pounded into her. “It’s all yours.”
“Fuck!” he snarled. “Mine!” He felt his balls tuck in and he shouted, “I’m coming!” He reached down and pressed his fingers to her clit, rubbing it hard. “Come with me, princess,” he panted as he continued to fuck her.
“Oh! Oh, God!” she shouted, arching her back against the bed. “Yes! Yes! Yes! Yes!”
They both shouted as they came together. His hand released its pressure on her clit as he keeled over. They lay like that for what seemed like hours, but was only a few minutes before Draco rolled over onto his back, his spent cock flopping lifelessly on his thigh.
Hermione could literally feel his come dripping out of her arse to mix with her juices. A part of her wanted to be sickened by it, but she couldn’t. She turned her head so she could watch him. His eyes were closed and the rise and fall of his chest told her he was calming down.
“Are we going to do that again?” she asked softly.
He peeked at her with one eye and raised an eyebrow. “Would you want to?” he replied as he rolled onto his side and propped himself up on his elbow.
She rolled over as well, wincing at the soreness from her derriere. “It was… interesting,” she admitted and then gave a little shrug. “I wouldn’t say no if you wanted to do it again. So long as it didn’t become a norm for us.”
He gave her a soft smile and reached out his free hand to brush the hair out of her eyes. “I wouldn’t want it to be,” he told her truthfully. “You’ve gifted me with something that I will always cherish, my princess, especially since I know you’ve never done any of this with another aside from kiss… You haven’t, have you?” he asked, concern furrowing his brow.
She shook her head, frowning. “You’ve asked me that before,” she pointed out. “My answer hasn’t changed. You’ve been my only one.”
“And I’ll always be your only one,” he said.
She rested her hand on top of his, her honey coloured eyes meeting his molten silver. “Let’s hope so,” she whispered, though she wasn’t sure if that would be the case. The practical part of her whispered that she’ll date others, that he wasn’t the end game, but her heart fluttered at his words and the look in his eyes. If he ended up being her only one, it wouldn’t be so bad.

Author's Note: I got the song "Badonkadonk" by Trace Atkins stuck in my head for some reason. Weird. Funny, but weird. Anyone else hear Tom and Emma's voices saying the words when reading Dramione fanfiction? I'm writing it, and I can literally hear them in my mind. Lol
Bella Principessa: Mostly, Hermione is unwittingly trying to instill fear of abortion, which is what her mother had been aiming for when she took Hermione to that clinic. Also, I'm looking at Hermione's own beliefs (in this story) which lean towards abortion being wrong. It's an odd choice, I know. And I'm sure I'll be revisiting it in a later chapter. (In fact, you can bet your bottom dollar I will be! Lol!)
Pinster: Yeah. This story... Not sure where I'm going with it. I suppose it'll end the way Forgiven did. Which is when it wants to. Lol! Not really good at controlling my own stories. >.< I think Hermione is being patient with Draco right now (really patient) because, let's face it, he is her first, and in more ways than one. We'll see what happens in the coming chapters.
Mady: I thank you for the kind words. :) I've never seen Hermione as particularly vindictive. Ok. Maybe she can be, but she does have a heart. And when faced with a problem, she's always going to try to help the best she can. Draco will continue to be her knight, too. A true prince. *Giggles* As for Ron, well... he's got a bit of work, doesn't he?
Severus1snape: Yeah. Pansy is going to be fun, I think. Very much the bitch to call him out on his shit.
shaine: And here I was hoping Ron would turn around and wake up... *Giggles* We'll see what happens.
Jessica: I don't know. We'll see
Sherlocked17: Yeah. I'm going to have to do the same. Hermione has such a forgiving heart.
pickles87: You want Draco to stop being paranoid? Lol! Hopefully he'll ease up on her a bit, though. Especially with how their relationship is progressing.
ariana: You know, I seriously almost considered deleting your non-constructive criticism, but then I saw all the comments below yours as well as the ones before yours. Oh, and let's not forget the 7k+ hits this story has had BEFORE they stopped the counter and the 55 votes (which I'm sure more people would have voted if it was turned on.) Haters are going to hate. If you don't like my story, then don't fucking read it! Get it? Got it? Good. I'm done.
lexiatel: Well, I kinda took a page out of your book with that. Lol! Between reading your stories, as well as ArielKidd's, my thoughts have been a bit wack. Lesson for Astoria? Don't fuck with Draco's girl. Lol!
LMazzella, Jen, Bunny: Thank you all for your lovely comments! Y'all are so sweet!
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