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Art by: Nadia Polyakova
The smell of old books was always comforting to her. After the day she had, the silence of the library after hours was a welcome safe haven. It was easy to sneak in. She knew this place like the back of her hand. Coming back to Hogwarts for higher education in her mid-20s was not what she had expected. It was supposed to feel familiar. Like coming home. But Hermione felt like a foreign object. The war had changed her.
Ron couldn’t accept that; didn’t understand it. He wanted everything to go back to how it was before Voldemort. No longer was she the golden girl. The scar, Mudblood, on her arm was almost itching in response. When Ron ended things a week ago, all she felt was relief. She had stayed in that relationship far too long but it was almost as if it was the only thing that still tied her to the old Hermione. The one that was still whole. Now she was damaged goods.
She focused on her studies to avoid dealing with the rest of the world. Today, she couldn’t even do that. Her head was spinning with dark thoughts. She turned off the lights and sat in the dark, surrounded by books, taking a sip from the Firewhiskey bottle she had snuck in. The liquor burned in her throat. When she had started at Hogwarts, she never imagined she would be sitting in the library after hours, getting drunk by herself. Oh, how the mighty have fallen.
She had these recurring nightmares. Bellatrix torturing her. That same moment played on an endless repeat. All these years later, that day didn't seem to want to let her go. Going to sleep scared her because she didn't want to be back in that room, feeling dark magic slice into her arm. She took another gulp from the bottle.
In the darkness, she noticed one ray of light. Walking over she saw a crack in the old wall.
She had never noticed that before. Did it lead to a different room? When she looked through the crack, she almost dropped her bottle.
Theo and Pansy were in a storage room, kissing passionately. She knew they had returned to Hogwarts along with some other Slytherins, but she had no interactions with them anymore.
Theo’s hands grabbed Pansy’s bare ass under her skirt and squeezed it as they continued to kiss. His lips trailed Pansy’s neck and he opened her blouse, pushing her bra aside, and licked her nipples.
She shouldn’t be watching this but when his hand went between Pansy’s legs, Hermione felt heat build in her core. Theo moved her skirt up, pulling her panties aside, and pushed his finger inside of her.
Hermione swallowed hard and she felt that throb between her legs, imagining Theo’s hand there. Placing the bottle on the shelf next to her, she slipped her fingers inside her panties. Biting her lower lip, she realized she was already wet.
She was mesmerized by the couple in front of her. Theo unbuckled his belt and pulled out his cock. Her eyes widened at the size of him. Pansy sank to her knees with a smile and took him in. Fuck! This was so hot. She wanted it to be her. Wanted to be used. Fucked hard. To forget everything for a moment.
Theo groaned when Pansy had him fully in her mouth and Hermione pushed a finger in her pussy. It wasn’t enough. She wished she had the courage to go over there and join them. But she was better with fantasies than with actually doing anything like that in real life. So, she just imagined what it would feel like to have Theo buried in her.
Pansy got up and he spun her around quickly, taking off his shirt and kicking off his shoes. His cock was wet from her mouth.
Hermione couldn’t wait to come, adding another finger. Her breathing was getting heavier.
Theo bent Pansy over and she looked gorgeous. Without further warning, he impaled her and she moaned loudly. Hermione’s heart was racing. She was so close, dipping her fingers in and out of herself, imagining it was his cock instead. Heat was rising in her core. Yes, please…
“Hello, Granger.”
Hermione shrieked at the deep voice behind her and jumped, turning around she held on to the shelf for support. It was already humiliating that someone saw her masturbating in the library but when she looked at the set of grey eyes, she simply wanted to die.
Malfoy. She hadn’t seen him in years. Not since the Battle of Hogwarts. His boyish features had disappeared. His face had leaned out, revealing sharp, angular features. He towered over her.
“What are you doing here, Malfoy?”
His grin was sharp. “I was about to return a book.”
For the first time, she noticed the book he held between long, elegant fingers. His stupid signet ring was glinting in the moonlight. With a quick move, he tossed the book on the table next to them and turned his attention back to her.
Lean muscles showed under his tailored black shirt. His light blonde hair was not as neatly combed back as it used to be. There was a new recklessness in his eyes and she wondered what he had been through since the war. Did he still have the dark mark on his arm? How many people had he killed during the war?
“Imagine my surprise when I find you here, all alone.” He walked closer to her with a wide grin like he was a predator and she was prey. Her heartbeat was drumming loudly in her chest.
“Well, I was actually just leaving,” she said and before she could walk away, he stepped towards her and caged her against the wall.
“Not so fast.” His breath was hot on her skin. “I know you love books, but something tells me not even you get off on them.”
Her cheeks felt like they were burning. She had hoped he hadn’t noticed. How long had he been watching? Merlin, kill me!
“What were you looking at?” He asked.
“Nothing.”
His silver eyes danced over her and then he noticed the crack in the wall. She pushed against him. “Let me go, Malfoy. I’m serious.”
He chuckled. “My, my, you really don’t want me to look, do you? Who have you been spying on?”
When he leaned over to look through the crack in the wall, Hermione managed to squeeze by him. But she didn’t get very far. He grabbed her gently by her neck and pushed her back against the wall. Then he started to chuckle. She closed her eyes, wanting the floor to open up and swallow her whole.
“Nott and Pansy?” All his attention went back to her and she took this as a sign that the universe just hated her.
“I’ll make you a deal.” The way he smirked at her made her blood freeze. His large hand covered her neck. His thumb pressed lightly against her pulse point. “You keep looking and tell me what you see and I won’t tell a soul about you fingering yourself while spying on my friends fucking. Deal?”
She didn’t know she could hate him any more than she already had. “Fuck you, Malfoy. You’ll tell people regardless.”
Without hesitation, he turned her around, pushing her against the wall, his large frame pressing against her.
“Go on.” His hands were on her hips.
“I’m not going to do shit. Now let me go,” she hissed.
"Do you want me to leave?" He asked in a raspy voice by her ear. "Say the word, Granger, and I'm gone."
When she didn't answer, he kicked her legs apart with his foot. His hands gripped her wrists tightly.
Her heart was hammering in her chest and then she felt his fingers lightly dance over her panties.
“Fuck, Granger, you’re soaked,” he whispered right next to her neck and then his fingers started to apply more pressure.
Merlin, help her.
She was starved for touch. That was the only logical explanation for why her body seemed to freeze. Why she wanted more. Sex with Ron had been rather underwhelming. Her brain tried to rationalize it somehow but then his fingers slipped under her panties and she gasped.
“Let me make you feel good.” His deep voice vibrated through her body.
She shouldn’t. This was wrong on every level but Merlin, it felt good. His long fingers slowly rubbed her clit.
“Keep watching them,” he said and she felt his erection pressing into her back. He was hard as a rock.
Hermione looked through the crack and saw Theo slamming into Pansy from behind, both moaning in ecstasy.
“What are they doing?” He asked as his hand went over her blouse.
She bit her lips. There was no way she was going to tell him.
“Is he fucking her from behind?” He asked when she didn’t answer.
With a swallow, she nodded and then he pushed two fingers inside of her, stretching her.
“God, you’re so fucking wet.” His voice was a breath on her neck.
He kept pushing his fingers in and out of her and she watched Theo slam his cock into Pansy and then he grabbed her hair, pulling her head back.
Hermione wouldn’t give Draco the satisfaction of moaning but her breath was undeniably getting heavier. While he continued to finger her pussy, his other hand pinched her nipple hard. Her toes curled in her shoes. This was the hottest thing that had ever happened to her. And it was with Draco fucking Malfoy.
Theo was rough with Pansy but by the look on her face, she was more than enjoying it.
Malfoy pulled his fingers out of her and spread the wetness across her slit. Then she felt something cold on her clit. A jolt went through her body when she realized with horror what it was. His fucking signet ring.
He chuckled against her neck. “Relax.”
Relax. She hadn’t done that in years. She was always the one in charge. Without her things fell apart. She had to be the golden girl.
Draco’s signet ring rubbed against her clit and it felt foreign but it also allowed for added friction. Was she…was she enjoying this? Then his finger and the ring went inside of her and she couldn’t help a little whimper escape her.
“Couldn’t leave here without making sure my ring marks your pretty pussy.”
The cold metal went in and out of her. God, she was going to come, wasn’t she? Her first orgasm with someone else was going to be with Draco Malfoy. She moaned, arching her back against him.
“That’s a good girl,” he praised, continuing to push the ring in and out of her with steady moves.
Right when she was about to climax, he pulled out of her and with a fast movement grabbed her hair, angling her head back until it met his chest and he put the fingers that were just inside her in her mouth. “Taste yourself.”
She didn’t recognize herself as her tongue swirled around his calloused fingers, tasting slightly salty.
“Do you want me to do to you what Theo is doing to Pansy?” He asked.
She shouldn’t. She shouldn’t. But she needed it. More than anything. He looked at her with silver pupils that were slightly dilated, waiting for an answer.
“Say the word and I’m gone, Granger. No hard feelings. I won’t tell a soul.”
He gave her an out. But she didn’t want him gone. She needed to feel something in real life.
“No,” she said. “I want this.” There it was. No more pretending. She had said it out loud.
He didn’t waste a second, pressed her against the wall, pulled her panties to the side, and then she heard his belt buckle. This was really happening. Her hands trembled slightly with nerves. All her sexual experiences had been with Ron.
Hands gripped her hips, angling her towards him. She felt the cold air on her backside. He muttered a contraceptive spell and then she felt his cock press at her entrance. Slowly he pushed in and then she realized with shock how big he was. There was no way he was going to fit. She inhaled sharply.
“Breathe,” he commanded between teeth. “I know you can take it.”
She shook her head. There was no way. Even soaking wet it seemed like a physical impossibility.
“Granger, breathe,” he repeated.
She exhaled deeply, trying to relax against him. He didn’t give her time to adjust to his size and slammed into her and she gasped.
“Fuck,” he groaned as he was fully buried in her.
She was panting, feeling the full size of him in her and then he started to move. Slow and deep.
“Fuck, you’re so goddamn tight.”
His hand with the signet ring was next to her head on the wall, the other holding her hip as he kept moving in her with delicious thrusts.
“Who would have thought our golden girl to be such a slut?”
The deeper he moved in her, the less successful she was in suppressing her moans.
“What will Weasley say when he hears I fucked his girl?”
“We’re over.” Not that she owed him an explanation but she really needed him to stop talking about Ron.
He pulled out of her and turned her around, opening her blouse and moving her bra aside. “On your knees.”
He took off his shirt and scars and tattoos marred his alabaster skin. There were so many scars. She stared at the lean muscle flexing in the dim light. Then she noticed the Dark Mark on his arm. He had gotten more tattoos, probably to make the mark less prominent.
“I said, on your knees,” he repeated with slight irritation.
She did as she was told and was right in front of his massive cock. She gulped. No wonder it was so difficult to put it inside her. With Ron, she had never really liked giving blowjobs. Probably because he constantly had something to complain about. But right now, there was nothing she wanted more than to taste Draco. She wetted her lips and opened her mouth, guiding his cock in slowly.
He exhaled. “There you go. You’re doing so well.” Slowly he pushed further until he hit the back of her throat. “Good girl. Suck my cock like a good little slut.”
His hard cock moved faster in her mouth and then he grabbed her hair. “I want you to rub your clit.”
She slid a hand between her legs and the friction felt blissful. He moved harder in her mouth until tears were stinging her eyes. “Let me fuck that pretty mouth of yours.”
He was in complete control and it felt exhilarating. She moaned and he pulled out of her and helped her up.
God, she needed to come. Her whole body was begging for it. It seemed every time she was close, he stopped.
“Malfoy, please.”
His chest rumbled with laughter. “So needy.”
He took off her blouse and panties, leaving her skirt on.
“On the table.” His voice commanded again with authority.
She sat on the table, staring at him as he slowly approached her, fisting his cock.
“Do you want to come?” He asked.
She nodded. God, yes, please.
“Open your legs wide for me.” She did without hesitation and he looked at her pussy, bared open for him.
He went on his knees and lifted her legs over his shoulders. His tongue slid along her and she leaned back on the table with a moan. First, he was just lightly dancing over her, teasing her, and then his tongue flattened against her clit and licked in circles.
“Oh god, Malfoy,” she moaned, no longer caring about how embarrassing it might be.
He groaned against her cunt and she wanted him so much it hurt. Slowly he licked the length of her again, then he sucked on her clit. Taking his time. His fingers held on tightly to her hips. When his wet tongue pushed inside her while his finger flicked her clit, she shattered against him, bucking her hips against his face between her legs and he licked her through her orgasm.
He rose between her legs and stood tall, wiping his mouth with wicked satisfaction on his face. She had just had her first-ever orgasm with another person and it was with Draco Malfoy. What was wrong with her?
His eyes fell on her left arm and she realized with disgust what he was looking at. Mudblood. She covered her arm and sat up. Did he forget for a moment that she was nothing but a filthy mudblood? If he dared to say it, she was going to Avada him right now.
He grabbed her by the base of her hair and angled her head up to meet his eyes. “Don’t hide yourself from me. I want to see everything. You’re fucking gorgeous, Granger.”
His lips crashed on hers and his tongue pushed inside her mouth. She could still taste herself on him mixed with Firewhiskey. His kiss was like a hungry storm, demanding everything.
With his body he pushed her flat on the table again and grabbed her wrists, holding them above her head with one hand. Slowly, his other hand ran over the scarred word on her arm, down her neck, and her breasts, along her stomach until he was between her legs, spreading her.
“So, fucking perfect.”
Her entire body felt like a live wire. She wanted him inside her again.
His lips fastened around her nipple, teasing it with his tongue and then he sank inside of her again. This time she was more used to his size but it was still almost too much for her and she had to exhale one more time against him.
Sex had never felt like this for her before. She moved against him, meeting each thrust.
He sat up and looked at where they were joined. “Look how well you take me.”
She lifted her head and saw his massive cock disappear inside of her, his abs contracting with each thrust. His forearms were flexed as he held onto her hips. His veins bulging against his pale skin. Just staring at the dark mark on his forearm as he fucked her relentlessly felt like a sin.
Pulling out his cock, he slammed back inside her. “There you go. You’re being such a good girl. Take that cock.”
It was as if her body remembered and brought her right back to the edge. She moved against him as he filled and stretched her.
He opened her legs wider, pushing in even deeper. Her head fell back and she forgot everything around her.
“I want you to come around my cock.” And then she felt something cold on her clit again. Her eyes snapped open at the familiar feeling of his ring on her pussy. “The ring has my initials on it,” he said as he continued to fuck her, rubbing his ring against her clit.
She was liquid in his arms. She wanted him to brand her entire body.
He increased his movements and she went over the edge, feeling the cold metal against her clit and his hard dick inside her.
She screamed his name as she clamped around him, urging him even deeper inside.
“Such a good girl,” he praised as he fucked her through her orgasm and this one was even harder than the last. Shockwave after shockwave went through her body until she was limp.
She was waiting for his movements to increase; for him to find his relief. Something Ron always did in record time. But he pulled out of her, his cock glistening with her cum.
“Oh, I’m not done with you yet.” His voice sounded predatory and he turned her around, the table biting into her hips.
With one leg he kicked her stance wider and then he sank inside of her again. His hand pressed her head flat on the table, grabbing her hair.
“You’re so fucking wet for me,” he groaned as he slammed into her again and again.
Bent over like that, spread wide for him, she was at his mercy and he took full advantage.
“I knew you were a dirty little slut.”
Lifting her head by her hair, bending her neck backward, he whispered by her ear: “I’m going to fill that pretty cunt of yours with my cum.”
He didn’t stop his assault, pulling out only to slam back inside of her. She wanted all of him.
“But before I do that,” he continued under heavy breaths, “I’m going to make you come again so hard, you’re going to scream my name.”
His thumb drew circles on her clit. She moaned loudly. “Please…” She wasn’t even sure what she was begging for. More. More. She needed to come again.
From behind, he was able to push even deeper into her.
“You’re being such a good girl, letting me fuck you like this.” He pulled a little harder on her hair.
Her knees were getting weak. She felt the heat build again in her core. “Malfoy, please.”
“That’s it. Beg for it.” He thrust deep into her, stretching her to fit him. “Come for me again, Granger.”
It was a command she willingly obeyed. She screamed his name as she shattered around him, jolts going through her entire body.
“You look so fucking hot when you come,” he said and then he increased his tempo.
His movements were deep and hard, almost punishing. It was exactly what she needed. He didn’t go easy on her. He took control. Let her just take it.
With a deep grunt, he emptied himself inside of her. He was panting, still buried deep inside of her. When he pulled out of her, she suddenly snapped back to reality.
She pushed herself off the table, gathering her clothes as quickly as she could. What the hell did she just do? There was no scenario where Draco wouldn’t run his mouth about this, despite what he had said. By tomorrow, everyone would know that he had fucked her. God, what was she thinking? She buttoned her blouse hastily without looking at him but she felt his eyes on her.
“Granger?” His voice was soft and deep.
She didn’t need to hear whatever he was about to say.
Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! By tomorrow he would boast to his friends about fucking the golden girl Mudblood. His friends, she realized with horror, whom she had watched having sex.
“I have to go,” she replied without looking at him and stormed out.
Why did Malfoy have to be in the library tonight? Why did the universe hate her?
She collided with someone as she walked out into the hallway.
“Sorry,” she said and froze.
How could things possibly get any worse?
“Bloody hell, Mione,” Ron said as he looked her up and down. “What are you doing here?”
“Catching up on some reading.” She was hyper-aware of how she looked as if it gave away what she had just done. She noticed she had missed a button on her blouse and it was only tucked into her skirt on one side. Damn it. Ron didn’t seem to notice but focused on a different detail.
“Where is your book bag then?” He asked suspiciously.
Merlin be damned, she had left in the library. Before she could say anything, the doors swung open and Draco walked out, tugging his shirt back into his pants, her bag under his arm. Absently he ran his hand through his hair.
When he noticed Ron, his demeanor changed. A cold grin spread across his face.
Here we go. He was going to enjoy this.
