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Deep Sleeper	By : ArizonaIceT Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Draco/Hermione Views: 16701 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 2
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It came as a surprise to no one that knew her, that Hermione’s sleep schedule was absolutely abysmal.

She’d often stay up to the wee hours of the night working on school work, and that was even if she slept at all. Whenever she went on long sleepless sessions, she’d be a right mess: hair more frazzled than usual, a little pale, and liable to snap at anyone who annoyed her even slightly (which happened to be Ron most of the time.)

And now with N.E.W.Ts on the horizon, Hermione was liable to work herself into an early grave the rate at which she was going.

Professor McGonagall decided to take it upon herself to make sure that didn’t happen. The Head of Gryffindor still held regrets about her lapse of judgement in providing the young miss Granger with a time-turner 3rd year so that she could do double classes. The girl was miserable and it showed. The Professor decided that if Miss Granger would not take care of herself, she’d have to force the issue/

Dreamless Sleep Drought

Professor McGonagall requested that Hermione be administered a vial of it every night for the foreseeable future. If Hermione wouldn’t seek a healthy sleep schedule herself, McGonagall would give her one. Hermione of course protested adamantly, saying she needed all the time she was spending up to study and prepare. The Professor just rolled her eyes - Hermione would still be the top student in the school if she only put in half her usual effort.

Minerva put her foot down, and would hear no arguments. Hermione begrudgingly ceased her arguments, never being one to talk back to a professor. Minerva took mercy on the girl, and had Snape produce vials that were less potent, putting the user into five hours of deep sleep. Still hardly a healthy amount, but certainly better than Hermione staying up for 2 or 3 days at a time.

Hermione hated to admit it, but being forced to get some sleep every night did help with her stress. She was less moody and frazzled, and she ached less. Even still, she felt as if she was losing valuable time to do research. She wanted the best of both worlds - the rejuvenation of sleep, while being able to stay up and work.

That’s when she got an idea.

She went to the library, her haven, and did some research. She found information on the original patent of the potion, which was patented in 1845 by one Willard Lancaster. There had of course been various sleeping potions over 100s of years, but Willard was the one to help standardize the potion, and make it safe for all ages to consume. What Hermione was looking for was possible alterations - previous and experimental versions of the potion.

Pending Patent: Lancaster’s enhanced sleep.

Purpose was to allow user to experience the feeling of 8 hours of sleep, in a fraction of that time.

Bingo. This was just what Hermione needed. She looked as to why the patent has been pending for 100+ years - it seemed Lancaster had died before it could be approved . She looked at the ingredients list; it was near identical to a normal sleep drought except for the addition of Time’s Snare. It was an ingredient that was often used to slow or speed up a potion’s brewing time. She supposed it made sense that it was included in this potion.

With a goal in mind, she decided to put her plan to work. She borrowed Harry’s invisibility cloak to sneak into the potion classroom after hours. She didn’t like to break the rules, but it was for the good of her grades! She snuck into the room and got the Time Snare she needed. She figured that she could reverse engineer the drought’s already given to her by bringing them back to a boil. She added the time snare, and brewed it according to Lancaster’s notes he left for it before he died. The draught's typically deep purple color turned somewhere closer to magenta. She assumed that was normal, and bottled the concoction. She likely should’ve taken a lesson from the debacle that left her half cat for a month in second year, but she was desperate to get back to her N.E.W.T research. She brought the vial to her lips, and downed it in one gulp.

She didn’t remember it tasting so foul.

She went to her room and waited for sleep to take her. Usually the potion worked between 10-15 minutes, but after 20 she felt nothing. Then 30. Then 45. Hermione frowned,

It didn’t work.

Hermione scoured the book and her notes to see where she went wrong, and couldn’t pinpoint it. Maybe the patent never got picked up because it never actually worked. Hermione was a little more than disappointed. She supposed she had to resign to losing 5 hours each night so she could sleep. At least she could use the failed potion as an excuse to stay up all night one more time; Hermione was only provided one potion daily.

She gathered her things, and went to the library. She knew McGonagall was keeping an eye on her to make sure she was actually taking the potions as instructed, so Hermione tucked herself in a far back corner of the library, where no one would find her. She laid her books and parchment on the table and got to work as she usually did. After about half an hour of work, Hermione noticed that her hand writing began to get a bit sloppier, and she was losing focus a tad. She had thought maybe her body was readjusting to staying up all night, but then when she went to stand, her body felt like it was 100 pounds heavier. She plopped back in her seat, and a wave of drowsiness hit her like a bludger. Her eyes grew heavy, and she had trouble keeping her head up.

Hermione realized she may have messed up the potion more than she thought, as blackness took her.
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“Oi! Quiet you oafs? Do you two want to get caught?

“Sorry Draco.”

“Yeah, sorry Draco.”

Draco, Crabbe and Goyle were in the library, up to no good.

Draco decided to peruse the restricted section of Hogwarts, looking for something to spice up his N.E.W.T project. Now Draco didn’t actually have to TRY with his test. His father had already paid off the N.E.W.T proctors ages ago, but he still wanted to have a bit of fun with his exam. He and his goons raided the restricted section for nasty spells and curses to show his aptitude in them. He did aspire to be a cursebreaker after all, and as his godfather Snape told him, the best way to counter dark magic was to have a vast knowledge of it.

Crabbe and Goyle held several books in their arms for Draco as they moved out of the restricted section. No one saw them go in, so Draco thought they were in the clear.

That was until he saw the unmistakable bushy hair of Hermione Granger sitting at the table in front of him.

‘Granger? Of course she’d be tucked away in the corner of the library. Just what I needed.’ He thought, annoyed. She hadn’t seen him yet, she had her back to him. He figured if they could just slide past her unseen and-

“OOF!”

Goyle ran into Malfoy’s back, and in turn, Crabbe ran into Goyle’s back. The collision caused all three of them to topple forward, bodies and books falling on the ground in a thud.

Draco expected Hermione’s nosey head to whip around and look at them, with her typical haughty disapproving look.

But she didn’t.

In fact, she didn’t move at all beyond her back, slightly moving up and down. Draco actually took notice of Hermione. She was slumped down on the table, cheek pressed against the wood. Her eyes were closed and she was breathing gently. Draco realized she was sleeping.

But it wasn’t some normal sleep. She’d have heard their tumble if that was the case. This peeked Draco’s curiosity. He got to his feet slowly, brushing himself off. He crept toward Granger to the confusion of his two companions. Reaching his hand out, he gently placed it on her shoulder and shook.

Nothing.

“Granger?” He added, shaking her again a bit more firmly this time. Still nothing. Crabbe and Goyle got to their feet and joined Draco by the sleeping Hermione.

“Granger?” He said again, shaking her hard enough to cause her head to rock on the table. She didn’t wake, only stirred a bit as she snored lightly. Draco decided to up the ante a bit.

“Mudblood? Wakey wakey.” He said, grabbing a handful of her hair to pull her head from the table. Once again nothing, even as Draco held her up by her hair. She was in such a deep sleep, she couldn’t feel it. With his other hand, Draco lightly tapped Hermione on the face. When she didn’t move, he did it again, this time a bit harder. Again, nothing. Throwing caution to the wind, Draco pulled his hand back, and slapped her across the face, HARD. Hermione’s head turned to the side from the force of the blow, but beyond smacking her lips a bit, she didn’t even stir.

“Holy hell.” Goyle commented. “She’s really out of it.”

He reached for her eyelid with his stubby fingers, and pried an eye open experimentally. Hermione’s eye was rolled upwards where almost only the white was showing. Despite having her held open, she again did not wake from her deep sleep. After letting her eye fall closed, Goyle decided to deliver his own hard smack to the side of her face. All three of them looked at each other, and nasty smiles spread on their faces

Soon the trio of Slytherins began to reign down repeated, hard slaps across the Gryffindor’s face. They pulled her hair harshly, rocked her back and forth with such force that she’d have neck pain if she was awake.

“What do ya think made her like this?” Crabbe asked with a handful of her hair, bouncing her head up and down like it was a marionette.

“Who gives a fuck?” Draco answered, crabbing Hermione forcibly by the chin , and spitting directly in her eye. “Let’s have some fun with this uppity mudblood. Quick, lift her up.”

Crabbe and Goyle pulled her from the table, and lifted her up by her arms and legs without much grace. Draco directed them to take her back between the aisle of the restricted section where they wouldn’t be distributed. Once they were deep enough, The pair dropped her on the ground. She landed in a heap, back pressed against the shelves. The Slytherins circled around her, looking down at her venomously. Draco grabbed her by the hair once more, pulling her forward so that her face was pressed against the front of his pants. He lewdly rubbed her face into his growing bulge, pressing his covered cock right under her nose.

“You’re kinda hot when you're not talking.” He taunted to the unconscious girl. Hermione’s nostrils flared, snorting into his bulge. Draco pulled her hair back enough so that he could work the front of his pants open, and allow his cock to spring free. Draco let her head fall back against the bookcase, and maneuvered his cockhead to her lips. He pressed forward into her mouth, her lips parting with no resistance. Hermione’s sleeping form on instinct locked it’s lips around his cock in a tight seal.

“Merlin, I knew she was a slag.” Crabbe commented.

“She probably sucks off all of Gryffindor.” Goyle added nastily.

Draco held himself in her mouth a moment, allowing the sleeping girl to subconsciously suck on him. After a minute or two, Draco pressed his hips forward, grabbing Hermione by the side of the head as leverage. He slid his cock deeper into her mouth, pressing into the back of her throat. When his cockhead tickled her esophagus, she let out a small gagging noise, but didn’t move otherwise. He pressed forward more, until his cock was lodged completely down her throat. Hermione’s throat tightened around him, as she coughed and sputtered. Om instinct she tried to move her head back, but the bookcase kept her from going anywhere. Draco began to rock his hips back and forth, fucking into her mouth. Gurgles and wet gagging noises elicited from the sleeping Hermione as he fucked her mouth.

“Let us have a turn with ‘er.” Crabbe whined.

“Yeah, we want a turn.” Goyle agreed.

“Patience...gentlemen...patience.” Draco said, punctuating each ward with a thrust into Hermione’s mouth. He pressed himself forward, lodging himself fully in her throat and held himself there. After about half a minute, Hermione began to gag and sputter in earnest, her whole body shaking as it tried to expel the unknown blockage.

“Don’t kill her before we had a swing at her!” Crabbe complained. Only when Hermione went still and limp one more in his hands, did Draco pull his cock from her throat. Hermione took a deep gasp of air, and coughed violently. Draco was sure that if anything that would pull her from her sleep, but he was glad when after her coughing fit, her face returned to it’s passive, relaxed state.

“Lift her up. Hold her legs open.” Draco ordered. Crabbe and Goyle obeyed, lifting Hermione up under her arms and leaning her back against the bookcase. They then lifted her legs off of the ground, each taking one in their arms, and spreading her open for the blond slytherin. Draco vanished the jumper she was wearing, and grabbed her white button up and pulled it open harshly, sending buttons flying. He was unimpressed by her boring white cotton bra, and discarded it as well, leaving her breasts open to them. Grabbe held her leg with one arm, and used his free hand to roughly grope her right tit. Hermione groaned a bit in her sleep, back arching.

“I think she likes it.” Goyle commented. Following his friend's lead and mauling at her breasts with his large hand. Draco still between her legs flipped her skirt up, and with a quick slicing spell, left her tights and panties in tatters.

Fully exposed to him, he lined his cock up with her slit, and pushed forward hard, tearing through her virginity. Hermione’s breath hitched in her sleep a bit, her mouth falling open, but her eyes remaining closed. Draco fucked into her hard and fast, her back rocking the bookshelf behind her.

“Filthy mudblood cunt.” Draco gasped as he his hips thrashed into her. He slapped her hard across the face, and pulled at her hair. “I wish you were awake for this. Wish you were awake to see me fucking ruin you.”

He spit in her face for good measure.

Crabbe and Goyle continued to pull at her tits, smacking them, and roughly tweaking her nipples. Whenever she woke up, she’d be sore all over.

It didn’t take much for Hermione’s virginal cunt to send Draco over the edge. He snapped his hips against hers, and shot his load, filling her up. When Draco was fully spent, he pulled himself back and Crabbe and Goyle dropped her on the ground without ceremony.

“Now, you can have your turns.” Draco said to his boys. They smiled uglily and began to undo their belts.
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By the time they were finished with her, each boy had used her at least 3 times.

Her mouth, her cunt - Goyle even ventured to her ass to bugger her with her face pressed against a book on wizard diseases.

They left her face down on the floor between the shelves, covered in come from her hair to her ankles, clothes completely in tatters, bruises all over her body from their slaps and harsh grabs. They found it hilarious to snap her wand, and shove the two pieces in her ass and cunt, her never waking up.
While her body was bruised and abused, her mind was at peace, in the best sleep she had in ages.
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