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Mudblood Fever and Lingerie	By : Tnteacups Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Draco/Hermione Views: 36612 -:- Recommendations : 2 -:- Currently Reading : 4
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Dirty Little Secret

Hermione sat at dinner with her fellow Gryffindors, her research having turned up nothing, and her mind supplying no theories. She glanced up from her potatoes, toward the Slytherin table, searching for the taunting gaze she knew would be there.
He’d been looking away, but seemed to feel her gaze, turning his head to catch her staring, and he lifted his eyebrows, his face turning up into a victorious smirk. She looked away, seething, and ashamed. Of all people, Malfoy had to know. Malfoy! He would humiliate her with it until she hexed him. At least it didn’t seem like he’d told anyone else. That was the only thing she could think of that would be worse. And she didn’t plan on letting him have a chance. She’d stop him from making fun of her, even if she had to wipe his memory.
“I’m going to go study.” Hermione lied, dropping her fork to her plate, and leaving the table, having no appetite. Ron and Harry looked at her like she was crazy, but Ginny wished her luck sarcastically. She smiled at Ginny, hoping she didn’t need it.
As soon as she was out of the Great Hall she slipped into the shadows, and snuck down to the dungeon, waiting for Malfoy and his nasty gang to pass. She hid in a storeroom, the door cracked for her to see who passed.
“Granger?” The voice caught her off guard, only a few minutes after she’d hidden, expecting to be down there long enough to formulate a plan on how to separate him from his goons. She held her breath, waiting for them to pass her hiding spot.
The door opened, and light from the hallway torches flooded in, silhouetting the slim figure that had opened it.
“Rubbish hiding spot, Granger.” Malfoy said, sounding amused as he joined her in the closet, and closed the door behind him.
“Lumos seor!” She said, holding her wand out in front of her, as a light orb floated above them. As soon as he could see her, he moved forward, his arms trapping her against a shelf, his face swooping to hers.

Draco forgot everything he’d promised himself about waiting for her to come to him. She was here, alone with him, and he couldn’t be bothered to play any more games. He took her face in both hands, and pressed his lips to hers, letting every ounce of lust show as he tangled his hands in her hair.
She tasted sweet, and warm, just like any other girl. She felt no different than a pureblood, her hands on his chest, a small barrier, but a weak one. She didn’t seem to be resisting, but neither was she cooperating. She’d frozen, her whole body unmoving against his as he kissed her.
“Come on, Granger, I know just how you want it,” Draco whispered, letting his mouth trail to her ear. “I can give you what Weasley never did.”

“What’s that?” She asked, her head spinning as his hands massaged the back of her neck, his lips playing with her earlobe.
“Pleasure. The kind you’d be too embarrassed to ask for,” his teeth tugged at her ear, making her shiver. “Pleasure you’re afraid will make someone hate you.”
She felt her arms getting heavy, unwilling to hold him off. What exactly did he have in mind? She remembered some of the things dream-Draco had done to her. If it hadn’t been a dream, she’d have been too embarrassed to do some of it. Was he offering that for real?
“Let me fuck you until you scream, Hermione.” His vulgar words tugged at her stomach, making her want to let him do just that, especially when his mouth was so good at playing with her neck. Ron had never even thought of kissing the area Malfoy was nuzzling, let alone treating it as though it was some secret weapon against her.
“I…” She floundered, trying to find any excuse to keep her dignity. “I don’t want to be your bragging rights, Malfoy.” She breathed, finding a small island of sanity. He pulled away, looking into her eyes. He looked more serious than she’d ever seen him.
“I can’t ever brag about this, Granger,” he said, his eyes burning into her. “You aren’t a trophy lay. You’re a dirty little secret,” his words stung, until he spoke again, making her feel guilty. “Just like I am.” He stared at her, as if waiting for some response to what he’d said. She didn’t deny it.
“No one will know?” She asked, eyeing him warily, feeling her heart race as she considered actually acting out her fantasies.
“Not if you keep your mouth shut.” His smirk was less mean than it ever had been, holding a note of humor as he tried half-heartedly to imitate his usual insensitive image.
“Like I’d tell anyone I’d shagged the most hateful boy in the whole school.” She shot back, narrowing her eyebrows at him scornfully.
“Good, then.” He said, looking instantly triumphant. He tilted his head towards her again, and she didn’t stop him, meeting his lips as he descended, opening her mouth for him as he nibbled at her lower lip, and trailed his tongue after his teeth. His fingers found her waist, and he squeezed gently, massaging his way to her hips and down the sides of her thighs.
He slid her robes up, pulling them over her head swiftly, and exposing her gold underwear, which he appraised comfortably.
“Nice knickers, Granger.” He muttered in surprise, completely sincere as he moved his lips back to hers, and his hands slid over her exposed skin. Goosebumps followed his fingers as they slid up her waist, and over her bra. He squeezed her breast with one hand, letting the other slide along the edge of her panties. There were bits of frill on the edges, amusing him as he slid a finger into the band, and teased her, running it back and forth along the line of her hip.
She enjoyed his warm hands, his demanding mouth, and his skillful touches. He was even better than in her dream, making her shiver, and feel inexperienced next to his efficacious progression. When his hand went between her thighs, she thought she’d combust, either from bashfulness, or pleasure. Her breathing picked up its pace as he rubbed her through the thin gold fabric, long fingers pressing into the heated, dampened space.
“So much better than the dream…” His words pulled at her mind, her curiosity soaring.
“How-” She panted, trying to focus through his touching. “How did you know bout that?”
He grinned down at her, gleeful that there was something he knew, and she didn’t. “It was in the potions book, Granger. Right in the description.” He kissed her, not truly answering her question, and distracting her completely.
“Mmm…” She moaned softly, enjoying how his pale fingers felt stroking her. She realized what he’d meant about the dream. There had been no warmth, no true intimacy.
Draco’s hands slid across her, both guided to the waistband of her underwear. He slid them down easily, exposing her to the dim light, and his own scrutiny. She looked down at the top of his head as he knelt to push the knickers off her feet. She felt self-conscious, as he looked from her knickers to her privates, leaning closer. His mouth was soft as it touched her skin, his tongue warm as it slid between the folds, his fingers swiftly joining his mouth, a single digit slowly entering her as he lapped at the most sensitive point. She gasped, grabbing one of the shelves behind her for support as he pleasured her. He seemed entirely engrossed in the act, only looking up when she moaned and twitched. A soft noise caught her attention, growing slowly louder.
“Stop! Malfoy, stop!” She hissed, pulling him by his hair, away from her. “I hear people.”

A/N: And I'll leave it on that hanging note for tonight. :D First real contact, people approaching... What EVER will happen next!? Tune back in tomorrow night to see!
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