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The First Rule ... (1)	By : Dazzlious Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Draco/Hermione Views: 11496 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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A/N: Whilst browsing the internet recently I came across the rules for Fight Club, from the film of the same name (don’t ask me how, I’ve no idea, you know how these things just happen when you’re clicking on links). Anyway, I’ve never seen the film, mainly because I’m not a fan of Brad Pitt, so I’ve no idea what happens in it, but that little porn bunny that lives in my brain and occasionally (okay, more than occasionally) raises its ugly head suggested that the rules could be adapted to create a club involved in sex instead of fighting. As I currently seem unable to break out of Dramione mode it became clear that it would be an interesting way for the couple to interact. But then came the problem. My mind began to conjure two completely different scenarios for the story—one consensual and a bit of fun, the other definitely not consensual, although not necessarily any less fun (for some of the participants at least). And so what follows here is The First Rule (no. 1)—the consensual version. As ever I would like to thank the lovely Mamacita for being a wonderful beta. I hope you enjoy this little bit of fluff! Dx

Draco blinked a few times before looking around at the dingy room. He had no idea where he was, except that he was still in the dungeons somewhere, or at least he thought he was. The room itself looked like most of the other empty rooms in the castle — cold stone walls and flagstone floors with candles in sconces providing a little light. A meagre fire in the large fireplace didn’t help to either warm or light the room. He appeared to be alone but knew that couldn’t be the case as someone had led him here and had removed his blindfold. He looked around again but couldn’t see anything but shadows. He had absolutely no idea what was going on, but he would be damned if he was about to give anyone the satisfaction of seeing him scared.
‘Welcome, Draco.’
A voice rang out around the apparently empty room. Draco couldn’t work out whether the curiously androgynous voice belonged to a man or a woman.
‘Where am I?’ he asked loudly, his voice strong and calm. ‘What am I doing here? Why did you blindfold me?’
There was silence for a moment, long enough that Draco began to wonder whether he was going to get a response. But then the strange voice spoke again.
‘The blindfold is only required the first time,’ the voice explained. ‘Shortly you will decide whether you wish to join us. If you choose not to, you will leave and never visit this place or have anything to do with us ever again. If you choose to join, all will be revealed.’
‘Who are you?’ Draco asked.
Again he waited.
The candles in the sconces and the fire in the hearth both suddenly erupted, burning higher, filling the room with light.
Masked, black-robed figures, who until that point had been hidden in the shadows, moved forward in a circle around Draco. A second, larger circle formed behind them.
For a moment Draco’s heart beat faster as he wondered whether he was finally being inducted into the Death Eaters, but he made himself calm down. Firstly, he was still at Hogwarts, and even if they had been able to get into the school it was unlikely the Death Eaters would choose it as a venue for their ceremonies. Secondly, whilst the assembled people were wearing masks, they obviously hadn’t been chosen to scare but were purely to conceal the identity of the wearers.
As he watched, the inner circle, consisting of eight people, removed their robes, now standing completely naked except for their masks and hoods that covered up their hair. Draco couldn’t help the flash of excitement that ran through him or the broad grin that split his face when he realised they were all female.
Had he been kidnapped by a bunch of horny girls intent on using him for their own sexual fulfilment? It didn’t seem likely; things like that just didn’t happen in real life. But here he was, and there were definitely eight very naked girls almost within touching distance, so something interesting was going on. He had no idea who the outer circle of people were, or what sex, as they were still wearing their robes, but he wasn’t too bothered about them. He had eight naked girls to deal with first.
Once again the curiously asexual voice began to speak — too loudly, Draco thought at first, considering the subject matter, but then he realised the room probably had a silencing charm on it.
‘Draco Malfoy, you have been chosen to become a member of FUCK CLUB. To become a member you must agree to the eight rules that govern FUCK CLUB. If you refuse to agree, you will be removed from FUCK CLUB.’
‘But what are the rules?’ Draco asked, now convinced that he must be dreaming.
The voice resumed. ‘The first rule is that you do not talk about FUCK CLUB.’
That’s understandable, Draco thought. Especially if they were keeping it exclusive. Otherwise they would be overrun with potential members.
‘The second rule is that you DO NOT talk about FUCK CLUB.’
Okay, okay I get it, Draco thought. No need to keep repeating it.
‘The third rule is that if someone says STOP or climaxes, the Fuck is over.’
Draco tried not to laugh. Merlin’s beard, they really were talking about having sex! This was brilliant.
‘The fourth rule is, only two people to a Fuck.’
Draco found himself a little disappointed by this rule. There were eight naked girls to play with and he could only have one of them? Which is one more than you would have had, a little voice in his brain reminded him. And how was he supposed to choose? Or did he get to choose?
‘The fifth rule is, only one Fuck at a time.’
So it wasn’t going to be an orgy, then; he was going to be performing for an audience. But how would that work with all those people there?
‘The sixth rule is, no clothes, no protection.’
Draco didn’t understand this one. The clothes bit, fine, that was understandable. But not using protection — that was just plain dumb, especially within a group so obviously dedicated to having sex with as many different partners as possible. Or were they all trying to get pregnant? Whatever the case, it was still a stupid rule.
‘The seventh rule is that Fucks will go on as long as they have to.’
Surely that isn’t even worth making a rule, is it? Draco thought. It was more like stating the obvious.
‘The eighth rule is that if this is your first night at FUCK CLUB, you HAVE to Fuck.’
Draco smiled. So basically he was in the frame tonight. If he agreed to join this wacky club of horny girls, he was going to get to have sex with one of them. But there was still rule six to consider.
‘Draco Malfoy, do you agree to the rules of FUCK CLUB?’ the voice asked.
Draco considered for a moment. He obviously wasn’t going to get any more information until he agreed to join, but what were his chances of contracting an STD from one of these girls or getting one pregnant? Was it worth the risk?
It took only a fraction of a second for any objections to be pushed out of his mind. Of course it was bloody well worth the risk. He was going to get fucked, and not by Pansy Parkinson for once. For a moment he wondered who the girls were, but then he realised he actually didn’t care. Having had a chance to look at all their bodies in some detail whilst the rules had been read out, he would be more than happy to fuck any of them . . . or all of them, given half a chance.
‘Answer the question, Draco. Do you agree to the rules of FUCK CLUB?’
‘I agree to the rules of Fuck Club,’ Draco said, keeping his voice serious.
‘Welcome to FUCK CLUB!’ the voice said, sounding satisfied.
‘So how does this work?’ Draco asked.
One of the still-robed figures moved from the outside circle to join him at the centre of the inner circle. From the person’s size they had to be male, unless it was Millicent Bulstrode. This proved to be the case when the boy spoke. Draco couldn’t place the voice.
‘I’m going to explain to you how Fuck Club works,’ the boy said. ‘If you’ve got questions or anything you need to be clarified, you need to bring it up now. Once it all gets going you won’t be able to stop to ask questions.’
Draco nodded his head in understanding. ‘Can we start with the rules? I understand them but I do have a few questions about them.’
‘Ask away,’ the boy said. Draco got the impression he was amused.
‘Okay, so I understand about not talking about it outside the Club, but what would have happened if I’d said no? Actually, has anyone ever said no?’
The boy chuckled. ‘Amazingly, there have been a few people who have turned down membership over the years, although not many, obviously. If you had turned it down you would have been Stupefied and the last two hours would have been Obliviated from your mind. Then you would have been returned to the Slytherin common room where you would have woken up with a banging headache but no memory of ever having been here.’
‘How long has the club been going?’ Draco asked. ‘I’ve never even heard a whisper about it before, which is surprising. I thought the Slytherins knew about everything that went on at Hogwarts.’
The boy laughed again. ‘I’m not sure how long it’s been going on, but I’m guessing it’s probably been hundreds of years, maybe even as long as there’s been a school. That’s what rules one and two are all about — to ensure that Fuck Club stays a complete secret from everyone apart from the members, and that’s why you have to agree to join us before we reveal ourselves, or face Obliviation. Can you imagine what would happen if all the students knew about it — or the teachers?’
‘So how do you choose who to ask to join?’ Draco asked interestedly. He was wondering now why he had been chosen.
‘Any of the members can suggest someone they want to fuck. Assuming there aren’t too many dissenters, those persons are added to the list. Once a month someone is randomly chosen from the list and brought here, as you have been. We alternate between a new male and female member each month.’
‘How often does the club meet?’ Draco asked. ‘And do you have to come to every one?’
The boy shook his head. ‘They’re held six or seven times a month, depending on what else is going on, but you don’t have to come along all the time. A lot of people just turn up for the monthly enrolment. I guess it depends on what you’re into — some people aren’t interested in the gay or lesbian nights,’ he chuckled, ‘although the lesbian nights always seem to draw quite a large crowd of male watchers.’
‘Why only two people to a Fuck?’ Draco asked. ‘I would have thought with everyone that’s here you could get a major gangbang going.’
‘There will be several couplings this evening,’ the boy explained, ‘but each one is done separately, as per rule five — mainly because we’re all a voyeuristic bunch and like to watch. Each bout only involves two people because that’s all it takes for the positions available. The gay and lesbian one is slightly different, but I don’t really know much about that and it’s not really of importance to us this evening.’
‘So that sixth rule, about no protection,’ Draco said. ‘Why on earth would you have that? Surely if we’re fucking around left, right, and centre, we would need to protect ourselves from STDs and pregnancy — that’s basic, surely?’
‘Everyone in the club is clean and we test regularly to ensure we haven’t caught anything from elsewhere. The original Fuck Club was formed by guys and they wanted to be able to cum all over the girls they fucked, hence the no-protection bit. But that’s not entirely true these days, as all the girls take a potion to ensure they don’t get pregnant.’
‘How do you know I’m clean?’ Draco asked curiously.
‘When you were chosen to join us we took a little of your blood to test while we had you Stupefied. If you’d had an STD you never would have made it this far.’ Draco looked annoyed. ‘It really was just a drop,’ the boy said consolingly. ‘It happened to all of us, and we test every six months just to be on the safe side. We might enjoy having sex, but we’re not stupid.’
‘And what’s that seventh rule all about? That’s just stating the obvious, isn’t it?’
The boy laughed. ‘Most people don’t have a problem, although there have been a few occasions when a boy can’t get it up to perform when it comes to it or cums a bit too quickly — can’t face doing it in front of an audience — but there have been a couple of times when it’s gone the other way. One couple ended up fucking for over two hours because neither of them could cum and didn’t want to admit they had to stop. They were both in quite a lot of pain afterwards.’
‘So how does this thing work?’ Draco asked. ‘I assume it has something to do with one of the naked girls in the inner circle?’
‘Everything in the straight version of Fuck Club is about the number eight,’ the boy said. ‘Eight rules, eight partners to choose from, and eight positions. It’s pretty simple, really. You choose a number between one and eight, and whichever girl has that number is your fuck partner. Then you choose a number again, and that’s the position you’re doing. The idea is to make your partner cum before you do. It is a competitive club, after all.’
‘You don’t choose yourself, then?’
‘No. The girl's volunteer to be chosen and they are numbered randomly just before you pick one. If they take part in a future circle they don’t keep the same numbers, so you can’t second-guess to get one particular girl. The same is true of the positions, so it really is all random. Once you’ve finished, eight guys will come forward and it’ll begin again. After your first time, you can volunteer for any future clubs and get yourself into the eight; or, of course, as the male partner for a female eight.’
‘So what are the positions?’
‘As I said, there are eight choices in the straight Fuck Club: fellatio, cunnilingus, sixty-nine, missionary, cowgirl, reverse cowgirl, doggy style, and anal. Obviously, some require a little more work to get the girl to cum than others, but all are good fun.’
‘So what happens if I pick going down on someone?’ Draco asked. ‘It’s all very well me giving it to them, but how do I get my pleasure?’
The boy shrugged. ‘I guess it depends whether you enjoy licking pussy or not,’ he said, a trace of sarcasm in his voice. ‘Personally, I like making my partner cum, and of course, it makes it far easier to win the bout — as I said, it’s all about the competition.’
‘So do I, but I’d like to cum too,’ Draco said honestly.
‘What you do outside of Fuck Club is entirely up to you,’ the boy said with a shrug. ‘Once you leave this room you’re free to do what you want. If you’ve just had eight girls willing to fuck you, I’m pretty sure you can find one of them to finish things off if your current partner isn’t interested, or one of the watchers. They’ll all be rather horny as well.’
‘Do you know who’s in the club?’ Draco asked. ‘Do the masks ever come off, or do I only get to know new members when they join?’
‘At the end of the evening, after all the fun, we reveal ourselves, although a few people, the secret-keepers we call them, choose to leave before then so they don’t have to share their identity with everyone else. For some people it’s the anonymity that makes it pleasurable,’ the boy said. ‘Fuck Club is all about enjoyment and competition, so there’s no place for personalities or personal vendettas. If you discover you’ve just fucked someone you thought you hated, you might realise they’re actually not that bad. And if you really can’t face the idea of possibly having to fuck that person again or someone else you see who doesn’t appeal, you can always give up coming to the club. But once you’ve seen who the other members are, that’s when you have to remember rules one and two. Whatever you do, don’t be tempted to talk to anyone about Fuck Club outside of this room, regardless of how private you might think you are. And don’t use membership of Fuck Club as a way to try and pressure a girl into fucking you outside of the club. That is not cool. What happens here stays here, unless by mutual arrangement before you leave the room.’
‘Have I missed anything?’ Draco asked.
The boy shook his head. ‘Nope, I think you’ve been pretty thorough, more so than most of the blokes we get. The girls always ask a lot of questions, the guys just want to know who they can fuck first. So are you ready to choose?’
‘I think so,’ Draco said. ‘Do I get undressed now?’
‘Yes. I’ll take your clothes and look after them for you once you’ve taken them off.’ Draco pulled off his jumper and began unbuttoning his shirt. As he continued to undress the boy added, ‘Oh, just one more piece of advice, man-to-man — you’re going to be tempted to try to work out who it is you’re fucking. I really advise you not to. First of all, it will ruin your chances of winning the bout; but it will also ruin your enjoyment of the encounter because you’ll be too busy thinking of that to enjoy what’s actually happening. And if you guess wrong you’ll be disappointed when it’s not who you’d hoped it would be. Just remember that all will be revealed at the end so you’ll find out eventually, and just take pleasure in the feeling of the girl for who she is rather than who you think she is. There will be occasions when you know immediately who it is, especially once you’ve been coming here for a little while and recognise the girls who attend. Some come more regularly than others. If it’s someone you don’t like or don’t fancy — and I guarantee that will happen at some point — you can’t refuse to do it, so just get your head down and try to get it over with as quickly as possible. As I said before, you might be pleasantly surprised to find you enjoy it more than you thought you would.’
Draco pulled off his boxer shorts, aware that with the removal of his clothes attention was being focussed upon him once more.
‘Have fun!’ the boy said, and he took the last of Draco’s clothing and walked back out of the circle, leaving him alone again.
Draco stood there aware of all the eyes on him. He didn’t mind. He was perfectly happy to be standing there naked. He knew he had a good body and a decent sized cock and was sure he could pleasure his soon-to-be partner, regardless of who she was. In the fight to the climax, he was going to be the victor. The boy had been right, it was all about the pleasure, and there was going to be plenty of that.
He smiled as he waited for the voice to begin again, asking him for his choice.
‘Draco Malfoy, it is time for you to take part in FUCK CLUB. Are you ready to make your choice?’
‘Yes, I am,’ Draco said. He could hear the anticipation in his voice and tried to quell it, not wanting to be seen as over-eager.
‘Choose a number between one and eight,’ the voice said.
Draco knew there was no point in trying to work out who any of the girls were, nor in spending too long choosing.
‘Number six,’ he announced.
‘Will girl number six step forward,’ the voice intoned slowly.
To his left, a girl stepped from the circle into the centre. Draco looked at her properly. She had a nice figure, fairly curvy with decent sized breasts, a tight, pert bottom, and a shaven mound. The mask covered most of her face, and her hair, as with all the girls in the circle, had been hidden under a tight black hood or scarf, he wasn’t sure which, stopping him from gaining any idea of who she was.
‘Choose a number between one and eight,’ the voice said again.
‘Number four,’ Draco replied confidently.
‘The position chosen is the sixty-nine,’ the voice said. ‘Time for the Fuck to begin. The Fuck will be over when one partner climaxes or says STOP.’
Draco walked towards the girl, smiling widely. Although he had no doubt he would have enjoyed just going down on his partner, the fact that he was going to get some pleasure out of it as well made it even better. He wasn’t sure about only one person climaxing, though; surely they both wanted to get off. But if he had to make her cum first to show he was a worthy member of Fuck Club, so be it. As the boy he had spoken to had said, Draco could always cum later.
‘You can sit on my face,’ he told the girl, keen to assert his supremacy over her as rapidly as possible.
There was a roar of approval from the avidly watching crowd. The girl nodded and the two of them sank to the floor, Draco’s hands already reaching out for her firm breasts. He was amazed to discover that instead of submitting meekly to his touch, the girl was as predatory about what they were about to do as he was. Draco had to remind himself that this wasn’t just fucking, it was a competition. And he needed to win.
Whilst Draco was playing with her breasts, enjoying the feeling of them within his hands and hoping it would increase her arousal, the girl was already getting down to business, pushing him onto his back. Her face was close to his and she bent down, her lips brushing against his for a second in the briefest whisper of a kiss before she moved, turning around and moving astride him. She lowered herself, first towards his face as he had requested; then she leant forward and gripped his now throbbing shaft firmly, squeezing it a little before running her warm, wet tongue lasciviously around the head.
Draco gasped as her mouth slid further over his cock, and he closed his eyes for a moment to enjoy the feeling. But then he remembered what he was supposed to be doing. He opened his eyes and looked at the tantalising pink flesh that was almost but not quite close enough to lick.
She looked amazing, he realised. Although he had gone down on Pansy a couple of times, mainly to get her to return the favour, he had never spent much time examining a pussy quite this closely. It was beautiful, so pink and glistening, and with the way the girl’s mouth was already making him feel he knew he wanted to lick it more than anything he had ever wanted in his life. This girl had the perfect pussy, and it was going to be his.
Draco wrapped his arms around the girl’s legs, pulling her down. His tongue connected with the already swollen lips, instantly savouring the taste and feel of the succulent flesh. He felt the girl give a start and pause momentarily in her sucking as she came to terms with what was now happening to her. Further and further up Draco’s tongue explored, finding and teasing the small bud of her clitoris, already aroused by what was happening between them. He teased her more, drawing letters in a swirling script with his tongue, spelling out the word ‘Slytherin’ as the girl writhed above him.
Thoroughly enjoying what he was doing and determined now to bring the girl to climax as swiftly as possible, Draco buried his entire face in her, his nose now stimulating the hard bud whilst his tongue attacked the silky soft, soaking wet slit beneath. He gave a loud moan of pleasure to let the girl know just how much he was enjoying her and was gratified when she pressed herself against him even more. She had stopped sucking him and instead was making little whimpering noises as Draco’s tongue pressed into her, but he didn’t care.
She tasted and felt so good that all he wanted now was for her to cum for him. Everything but the perfect pussy was forgotten, even the fact that they were at Fuck Club supposedly battling for the win. None of it mattered except giving this girl the most pleasure she had ever had, making her cum hard and want to do more with him. He didn’t just want to lick her, he wanted to be buried inside her, wanted to feel that perfect pussy wrapped around him.
He gave a sharp gasp as he was brought back to his senses. The girl had resumed her sucking and had taken him even deeper into her mouth, so deep that he couldn’t help but wonder about her gag reflex, and it felt so good. But she was also playing with his balls, cupping them gently and squeezing, giving just the right amount of pressure. And her other hand was reaching further back, stroking gently at the skin between his balls and arsehole, stimulating the area and causing him to lose control.
Draco knew she was close to cumming, so close, but so was he. He could feel the tug and knew he had only seconds. He tried to ignore what the girl was doing and concentrate on making her cum, moving his own hand now, fingers pressing hard, deep, and fast into her tight, wet channel as he renewed his attack on her clit. He could hear the change in her breathing as she once again relinquished his cock, needing to breathe, the whimpers turning to louder moans. He had her, she was cumming!
But before Draco could congratulate himself on a job well done, she too had attacked, her mouth, almost as perfect as her pussy, sucking hard on him as she squeezed his cold balls tightly. The finger that had been gently caressing him suddenly pressed against and then slid into his tight arsehole, and before Draco knew what was happening he was crying out as he came hard, filling the beautiful mouth with his seed. The girl continued to suck him gently, her hands now back on neutral ground, but before Draco could finish bringing her to climax she was already pulling away from him.
The hidden voice rang out. ‘The Fuck is over. The women have won,’ the voice said. The applause from the watching circle was deafening.
‘But I want to make you cum, too,’ Draco said to the girl, devastated at having just missed out. He knew she had been so close; in fact, he could have sworn she was there when he had cum himself. He tried to stop her from moving, but she shook her head and reached out to squeeze his hand gently before standing up and moving away from him.
As the applause came to an end the girl walked off, leaving Draco still lying on the floor. He stood up, gave a quick bow which gained him another ripple of applause, then made his way out of the circle. A few people clapped him on the back, congratulating him on his performance, but he wasn’t really listening. He was too busy looking for the girl with the perfect pussy. He wanted to see if there was a chance he could finish what he had started.
‘Round two,’ the voice said. ‘Men, please step forward.’
Draco turned to look for a second as eight men from the outer circle moved to form the inner circle, removing their robes as they went. They, too, were wearing hoods to disguise their hair. The other girls who had formed Draco’s circle had already moved back to join the other watchers. He wasn’t bothered about anything else that was happening now; he just wanted to find his partner. He saw her a little way ahead of him, heading for the door. Surely she wasn’t going to leave? Draco had been hoping to convince her to carry on and had been looking forward to discovering who his partner was when she removed her mask and hood at the end of the evening. Yet now it appeared she was one of the mysterious girls who liked to keep their identity a secret. But he needed to know.
He had no idea where his clothes were and didn’t have time to find them if he wanted to catch his girl. He bent down and grabbed a robe that had been discarded by one of the eight men now engaged in round two and shrugged into it as he pushed his way through the watchers. He could no longer see the girl in the room. Draco’s heart pounded as he worried for a moment that he had lost her. But when he went through the door into a small vestibule he glimpsed the back of her robe going through the outer door. He sped up, determined to stop her before she escaped, although he had no idea where in the castle he was.
The corridor was empty.
She can’t have just disappeared, Draco thought desperately. And she can’t have Apparated. She must be around here somewhere. Just calm down and look properly.
He looked both ways, trying to decide which route she was more likely to have taken. And then he noticed it—the hint of a black robe disappearing round the corner — and his decision having thus been made for him, he ran down the corridor and around the next corner, looking rapidly from side to side as he went, checking to make sure she hadn’t hidden in one of the alcoves or entered another room. As the corridor turned once more he saw her ahead, walking rapidly towards the next corner. He almost had her.
Draco ran after her, slowing down a little as he realised she was walking, not racing to get away from him. He smiled. She was teasing him, getting him to chase her. Perhaps she was even leading him somewhere they could resume their previous intimacy. But he didn’t want to wait any longer. He needed her now.
Reaching the dark-robed figure, he wrapped his arms around her waist, pulling her back against him and stopping her from moving.
‘Got you,’ he whispered happily. ‘You’re not going to get away from me that easily, you know.’
But he let go immediately as the girl let out a deafening scream. She pulled away from him and turned, her wand in her hand, shaking as she waved it in his face.
‘Leave me alone and go away or I’ll hex you,’ Hermione Granger said shakily. She looked at Draco. ‘Malfoy? What the fuck do you think you’re playing at?’
Draco looked at Hermione, his brain whirring. Was it really she who had been his partner? It had to be; she was the only one around and his partner had definitely come this way. But she was putting on a good show of being surprised to see him.
‘Good one, Granger. Playing hard to get? I’d have thought you would want me to make you cum.’
Hermione looked at him in shock. ‘What are you talking about, you pervert?’
Draco laughed. ‘You can stop pretending now. I’ve caught you out.’
He took a step towards her, surprised at how excited he was to find that Hermione was his partner. Even though she was actually quite an attractive girl, he would never have considered her previously because of her blood status and the years of enmity between them. But the boy at Fuck Club was right. Doing her without knowing who she was had opened Draco’s mind to a source of pleasure he would never have had without the anonymity. Hermione had obviously wanted to keep it that way, but he needed to lick that perfect pussy again, wanted to hear her beautiful cries as he made her cum and hopefully get to bury his cock, now erect once again, deep inside her, and he couldn’t let her go now.
‘It’s all right, Hermione. I won’t tell anyone at the Club it was you. We can keep this strictly between us,’ he said seductively, taking hold of her arm and gently stroking it through the material of her robe. ‘You know I really do want to make you cum.’
Hermione, looking disgusted, tried to shake him off. ‘I have absolutely no idea what you’re talking about, Malfoy, and you’re freaking me out. I told you I’d hex you!’ She waved her wand threateningly again.
Draco let go of her but smirked. ‘Come on, Hermione, you’ve been caught out. Just give up. Don’t tell me you don’t know what I’m talking about.’
He grabbed at her robe and pulled it open . . . to reveal her school uniform. He let go of her and stepped back with a shocked look. How on earth had she had time to get dressed? Surely it wasn’t possible. He had only just had time to pull a robe on and she had been running away from him.
‘What are you doing?’ Hermione asked furiously. ‘Get your hands off me.’
‘You’re dressed,’ Draco said, his surprise evident in his voice.
‘Of course I’m dressed,’ Hermione replied icily. ‘Why wouldn’t I be?’
‘But I thought — I was sure—’ Draco broke off in confusion, shaking his head. Then he looked at Hermione again. ‘What are you doing here, then?’
‘Not that it’s any of your business, but I was coming back from the Library,’ Hermione bristled.
‘No, you weren’t. You don’t get to Gryffindor Tower from the Library this way,’ Draco said, although he was aware he didn’t actually have a clue where the Library was in relation to where they were currently standing.
Hermione sighed. ‘You do when Peeves has closed down the main corridor. It’s taken me an extra fifteen minutes so far because of that bloody poltergeist.’ She looked at him suspiciously. ‘What are you doing here, anyway? Apart from threatening to sexually abuse me.’
‘I wasn’t—’ Draco stopped, knowing he actually had come pretty close to that. ‘I made a mistake. I’m sorry,’ he said contritely.
Inside he was suddenly panicking. If Hermione demanded an explanation from him, he was stuck. He couldn’t talk about Fuck Club. Then he remembered he had mentioned the club to Hermione when he was trying to convince her to go with him. Shit. Had she noticed? He really hoped not. He had no idea what would happen to him if he gave away the secret of Fuck Club, especially on his first night, but he was guessing it wouldn’t be good.
‘So what are you doing down here, then?’ Hermione asked again. ‘It seems a very strange place to be loitering for no good reason.’
‘I wasn’t loitering,’ Draco said hurriedly. ‘I was just on my way back to my common room.’
‘And you grabbed me why?’ Hermione sounded suspicious.
‘Mistaken identity,’ Draco explained quickly. ‘I thought you were someone else. Sorry.’
‘So you don’t want to make me come, then?’ Hermione asked, looking at him amusedly.
Draco tried to look disgusted although he wasn’t sure he was managing it. ‘Don’t be ridiculous. You’re a Mudblood.’ He saw Hermione look hurt at the name he had called her and found himself feeling guilty. ‘You know what I mean,’ he added gruffly.
‘I know exactly what you mean, Malfoy,’ Hermione said coldly. ‘Now I’m going.’ She looked at him for a second, a look of curiosity on her face, then pulled open his robe. ‘Oh my god, you’re naked. You really are a pervert.’
Draco was completely shocked by what she had done and didn’t know what to say. But as she continued to stare at him he found himself smirking. ‘Enjoying the view, Granger?’
Hermione gave him a sharp look. ‘Feeling the cold, are you?’ She smirked too. ‘Keep away from me, Malfoy, otherwise I really will hex you,’ she added, then walked off leaving Draco standing alone in the corridor.
He did up his robe and retraced his route back towards Fuck Club.
‘Did you find her?’ The boy who had talked to him earlier accosted him when he re-entered the room.
Draco shook his head sadly. ‘No. She disappeared. I don’t know how, but when I got out into the corridor she was gone.’
‘The secret-keepers are like that. They have all sorts of tricks at their disposal to ensure their identities stay secret,’ the boy said sympathetically. ‘You’re never going to find her unless she wants you to.’
Draco looked unhappy.
‘Look on the bright side: there are plenty of lovely girls here who are happy to let us know who they are,’ the boy said, ‘and you’ll get to see them very soon. This is the last fuck for tonight.’ He laughed. ‘The boys got creamed, quite literally. Mind you, we usually do. Those girls really know what they’re doing.’
‘The Fuck is over. The women have won,’ the voice announced almost immediately. ‘The women win, six Fucks to two. Congratulations, ladies.’
There was a loud round of applause and then, as Draco watched, people began to remove their masks and hoods. He was interested to see the wide range of people from all Houses who were members of the club, but although the girls were taking off their masks and hoods too, he wasn’t really that interested. He wanted his girl with the perfect pussy and the fantastic mouth and he also knew he wasn’t going to do anything with anyone else that night. He touched the boy’s arm.
‘Where can I find my clothes?’
‘Are you going?’ the boy asked in surprise. He had removed his own mask now and Draco vaguely recognised him as a Ravenclaw in the year above his. He didn’t know the boy’s name.
Draco nodded. ‘I think I’ve lost some of my enthusiasm,’ he admitted.
The boy looked at him sympathetically. ‘That was a bit rough, you getting a secret-keeper on your first time out. It definitely would have ruined the fun a bit, I guess, especially if she was good.’
‘She was beautiful,’ Draco admitted.
‘But there’s no point in getting hung up on her,’ the boy said stoically. ‘There are plenty of beautiful girls here for you to play with. A few more times at Fuck Club and you’ll have forgotten all about her.’
Draco grinned. ‘You’re probably right. But I’m good for tonight. I was the one who came, so at least I had that pleasure.’ He clapped the boy on his shoulder. ‘I’ll see you next time. Right — where are my clothes?’
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