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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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A Lesson in Begging

Malfoy stood, looking her up and down as he reached into his pocket and pulled out his wand.
“Colloportus!” He whispered, pointing his wand at the door, locking it, and turning back to her, leaning in to kiss her. She tasted herself on his lips, tangy, and sweet. His tongue delved into her mouth with the same passion it had had elsewhere. His hands pulled at her hair, tilting her head back, leaving her throat exposed to him. He kissed his way downward, keeping her head tilted uncomfortably, letting go of her hair only once he had reached her chest, and required his hands to pull her bra under her breasts. His mouth claimed one of her nipples, his fingers claiming the other. He bit gently, bringing a surprised hiss from her lips.
“Hush now, Granger, don’t want someone to hear you…” He murmured, squeezing her breast, and flicking his tongue across her other nipple.
She pulled away from him, ignoring his puzzled look, and knelt on the floor, digging through her robes to find her wand. She pointed her wand at the door and whispered “Muffliato.”
“No one can hear us, now.” She said quietly, stuffing her wand back into the pocket of her discarded robe, and turning to face her blond rival. She looked up at him from her crouched position, licking her lips at the thought of returning his actions. She stayed on her knees, reached for his hips, and pulled him closer, so she could push his robes up. He pulled them swiftly over his head, dropping them with hers, standing in just his black silk boxers, unabashed as she pulled those, too, away from him. His erection fell easily into her hand, and she stared at it. It was the same as the dream, not her imagination filling in. She licked it gently, wrapping her lips around it, and letting her saliva coat it as she moved her mouth back and forth over it. His eyes closed, one hand rested in her hair, the other gripping the shelves for balance. She licked and sucked at him, teasing his erection with her mouth, looking up at him to see how her ministrations were affecting him. He looked enslaved, his face scrunched in the most honest expression Hermione had ever seen. His evident pleasure sent a thrill through her. He whispered something, too soft for her to hear, and she pulled away, looking up at him inquisitively.
“Sorry?” She said, prompting him to repeat, feeling self conscious as he opened his eyes.
“That’s amazing,” he groaned, looking down at her. She grinned up at him, glad that her experience with Ron counted for something. “For a-” He paused, their eyes holding, as he almost insulted her. “For a Gryffindor.” He finally said, his eyes glittering with mischief.
“Oh really? What’s something Slytherin girls don’t do?” She asked, challenging, and ready to make him reel. She refused to be best only in grades.
“They don’t beg.” Draco said, thinking of Pansy’s whiny voice demanding, some fifth year’s awkward, endless questions, and some other girl’s breathless silence as he made her cum repeatedly.
“Beg?” Hermione was suddenly unsure, the thought making her feel unclean.
“Yes. They don’t ever beg.” He said, stepping out of his boxers, and kneeling down to her level. He ran a hand from her waist to her shoulder, skimming her breast, and pushing her hair back. His hand reached around her back, and popped the clasp of her bra instantly, very unlike Ron’s fumbling fingers that she’d had to help.
“I can’t blame them.” Hermione expressed, watching her own hand as it skimmed his bare chest. He was more muscular than she had expected him to be, the lines of his chest and stomach showing in the dim light.
“Like what you see, Granger?” Malfoy asked, repeating the dream they’d shared. She nodded unsure whether she prefered his slim muscles, or Ron’s lanky build. Malfoy was shorter, and seemed scrawny, but without his robes on, he was defined, and well-proportioned, and still much taller than her.

Draco leaned over her, forcing her backward onto their robes, and flat against the floor as he leaned over her, supporting himself with one hand.
He touched her freely, watching his hand play across her skin, and his hard dick pressed into her thigh, throbbing as his fingers explored. They sank between her legs, and he watched her face as he played with her, enjoying her expressions, and the way she licked her bottom lip, unaware that she was doing it.
He moved between her legs, pressing his full erection against her, sliding it back and forth, teasing her further.
“Do you want me to fuck you, Granger?” He asked, looking into her face for a brief moment, before letting his head dip to her chest, taking the peak of her breast between his teeth again.
“Yes.” She sounded breathless, just as needy as he felt.
“Beg for it.” He kissed his way up her chest, and along her shoulder, scattering her thoughts easily.
“Please…” She sighed, her voice barely audible.
“You can do better.” Malfoy admonished, rocking his hips provocatively against hers.
“Please fuck me…” She whimpered, moving her hips helplessly against his. He wasn’t sure which of one them was more worked up at this point.
“Better,” He rubbed a little lower, sliding the head of his cock across her opening. “Use my name.”
“Please fuck me, Draco.” She added, her face bright red under her light orb, her throat tightening around the words. He was going to tease her until she cracked.
“As hard as I like?” He seemed to be asking for more than just clarification. Hermione felt her face burning as she played his game, feeling him so close to entering her.
“Please…” She whimpered, all the tension from the past week burning inside her, making her pulse pound, and her mind fog with need.
He slid slowly in, enjoying the first penetration to its fullest, trying to memorize the feel, and maximize her torment. He stopped, barely inside her, purposefully giving her only a hint of what she wanted. Hermione whined beneath him, her hips squirming, and her hands gripping his shoulders.
“What do you need, Granger?” he asked, loving her embarrassed face, and the twinge of panic as he began slowly pulling out.
“Faster…” She mumbled, demanding, for such a bookworm.
“What’s that?” He asked, grinning down at her.
“Fuck me harder, Draco! Please!” She whined, her fingernails biting into his shoulders. He captured her mouth with his, letting his tongue explore as he picked up a fast pace, appeasing her lust. Her eyes closed, and her face seemed to hold pure elation as he rocked back and forth, not yet rough, but fast enough to gratify her needy body.
As he got more into it, he let himself go a bit, thrusting harder, grabbing her hair, and biting more roughly at her neck. She moaned, her hips keeping pace with his, her hands disheveling his hair. He was surprised with how quickly she came, her back arching, and her body trembling as he pushed her over the edge, making her twitch around his dick, squeezing tightly onto him. She hadn’t been nearly as hot, or tight in the dream, making him marvel at how she felt. He couldn’t imagine why Weasley had ever given this up. He grinned at the thought of his red-headed enemy, leaving a hickey on her collarbone, and bite marks along her shoulder. She’d be remembering Draco for at least a week while they healed.
He watched her face as he made her cum again, shifting positions to angle straight into her sweet-spot. Her face was a lusty mask, her thoughts lost in the experience of him. He went as hard as he could, fast, and rough, letting his nails dig into her hips, the wet slapping noise from their coupling bodies hopefully stopping at the door. He lost himself in her, the scent of her hair, the feel of her wrapped around him, her mouth kissing desperately, and her hands pulling his hair roughly where she wanted him. She gave back everything he offered, never asking him to stop, or slow down.
“Hermione…” Her eyes fluttered open a centimeter as he whispered her name, slowing his thrusts, and leaning away from her kisses, to reach his hand down, forcing one last orgasm out of her, letting himself cum at the same time, her squeezing walls pulling every drop from him.
He collapsed next to her, both gasping for air, and covered in sweat. He closed his eyes, committing every detail of her to memory. He could just imagine this, next time he fucked Pansy, and never have to touch the mudblood again. She rolled away from him, pulling her underwear back on silently, and yanking her robes out from under him, without looking at him. She was still trembling, even as she got redressed, and pulled her wand out.
“Alohomora.” She said, pointing her wand at the door. She left, not looking back at the half-dressed Slytherin.
A/N: Finally with a climax.XD Pun intended. Sorryforthat, I usually hate puns...
Dedicated_Reader: Thank you for the review! I'm glad you're liking it so far, and hope I don't disappoint. Up until chapter 21 the story was pretty much writing itself, so I had the same feeling of anticipation to see what happened.
Everyone: It seems that the synopsis isn't a good fit for the story, and I'm trying to fix it to grab more interest. I've made a couple changes, so let me know what you think, or if you have any suggestions. I'm seriously considering changing it to "Just read the first chapter". >.<
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