She wouldn't admit it, but Hermione loved watching the Quidditch practice twice a week. Harry would always ask her to come watch, and she would always make a fuss about going, but it's been six weeks and she hasn't missed one practice. Tuesdays and Thursdays, every week. She loved watching the men go batshit crazy over a small magical ball. She didn't understand why, but the way these boys moved, the way they talked.
Fuck, she loved boys.
Hermione knew she was pretty. No, scratch that, she knew she was hot. It's her final year and Hogwarts and she was alright when she got here, but over the years as she improved at magic, she became potentially the hottest girl at the school. Sure, she got some beauty tips from others here and there, but a lot of it was trial and error. Hot and smart, she is. She knew what she was doing.
Hermione knew she was hot. She knew she could bag pretty much any boy she wanted. She could take and take and take. All she had to do was ask. She could get the legendary Harry Potter if she wanted to. The fact that he was her best friend and she respected his wishes to not approach him was the only reason she hadn't. Hermione's friendship with Potter was also the only reason she hadn't gone after the one boy's cock she craved the most.
Hermione shook her head as she heard the whistle blow, signaling the end of practice. She watched as the lovely boys she so loved fly off the field into their changing rooms. Oh, how she wished to walk in there and admire the toned, naked bodies of the maturing men. She shook her head. As much as she wanted, she could not become the school slut now. She spent years building up her reputation as a muggle-born to become a respected wizard. She couldn't just throw that away now. Her slutty fantasies remained in her head, at least, for now.
Despite her not doing much that day, Hermione had worked up a sweat and was craving a hot shower. She returned to her room and stripped off her clothes quickly. Sometimes she savored her stripping, taking her time. She worked hard on her body, she wasn't just going to ignore it. She'd take off her cloak and admire the curves that showed in her tight clothes. She liked seeing her nipples poke through her white button-down shirt and having her belly button on display right above the ream of her skirt. She enjoyed slowly unbuttoning her shirt, watching as her perky breasts fall only the slightest bit. Sometimes, if she was feeling a little naughty, she'd lick her fingers and roll her nipple with them. She might let her skirt fall to her ankles and then lightly touch herself, her fingers running around her easily wettened pussy, softly going over her clit. She'd use her other hand to cover her mouth. Hermione's pussy was extremely sensitive and even the slightest touch of her clit could cause a moan to arise. She'd go faster, letting herself get all worked up and then-
She'd stop. Hermione was an independent woman. She knew what she wanted and she knew how to get it, most of the time. She knew she could get herself to orgasm if she wanted it. And she did. She wanted nothing more but to orgasm, with one being quite literally at her fingertips. But no. She stopped and waited. Hermione was waiting for her first orgasm to be with someone. And not just anyone. Someone special. She wanted the cause of her first orgasm to be to a very specific cock.
These were the thoughts and actions that usually happen before she showers. But not today. She was hot and sweaty and she wanted a shower. She stripped quickly, throwing her dirty garments into the basket by the foot of her bed and grabbed a towel and her assorted soaps.
She was enjoying her shower. She was taking her time, running her hands through her long, soapy, brown hair. She had her eyes closed, humming the tune to some song when she heard the door to her bedroom swing open. Huh, she thought. Nobody should be able to get in.
"Harry?" Hermione calls out. "Ron? Is that you?" She rinses out her hair before stepping out of the shower and wrapping her towel around her chest. She opens the door to the bathroom to find a familiar, but unpleasant, face.
"Malfoy!" Hermione snarls, lunging at him. She was ready to tear him to shreds. How DARE he approach her like this. How dare he intrude on her when she was at her most vulnerable point. However, just before she reaches him, Draco points his wand at her and murmurs a spell, and Hermione passes out.
When Hermione came to, it took her a moment to realize where exactly she was. She realized she was lying on her bed, still naked. Malfoy hadn't - Fucking hell. Malfoy. I am going to murder this son of a bitch - even had the decency to dress her - Draco fucking Malfoy, wait until Harry hears about this, no, wait until Dumbledore hears about this - before putting her in bed - I am going to fucking kill you - to be at his mercy.
"I am oimm tm kinm you," Hermione tries to say. She just then realizes the depth of her situation. She's gagged, and her wrists are bound together above her head and her ankles are chained to the bedposts. She is completely exposed. She can see Malfoy chuckling, sitting in the corner of the room watching her struggle, with his legs crossed neatly and his hands clasped behind his head. She watched as he stands up and loosens his plain black tie and tosses it on the ground next to him. She can't speak but she glares daggers at him.
Hermione's eyes start to tear as Malfoy approaches her. He stands over her, making direct eye contact with her, and starts to slowly strip. He unbuttons his loosely fit shirt and tosses it off, exposing his toned abs and arms. Her unbuckles his belt and drops that on top of his shirt and he lets his pants fall to the ground. He pulls his boxers off and displays an impressive boner that had time to grow as he waited for Hermione to wake.
For the first time, Hermione was able to gaze at the hot cock she had wanted inside of herself for so long. She was excited and terrified. Malfoy reaches down and loosens the gag.
"Will you listen to me?" Malfoy asks in a voice much softer then she had expected. She nods. Oh fuck, she thinks. The bastard is forcing me to obey him. Fuck oh fuck oh fuck-
Even her thoughts are cut off as Malfoy nearly shoves his long, girthy cock into her mouth. This was a moment that Malfoy himself had fantasized about for a very, long time. Perhaps since the moment they both met. For as long as he could remember, he had been filled with simultaneous hatred and lust for Hermione Granger and her body.
Before starting to thrust, he leaves his cock in Hermione's mouth, soaking up the warmth. He had been with countless women, but this was his first Gryffindor. He knew Hermione had been saving herself for someone special, but he hadn't done the same. He could give some excuse to why, but any excuse that wasn't "Because I'm horny" would be a bullshit answer.
Hermione was his first Gryffindor, and he wasn't sure if it was because she was Hermione or because she was a Gryffindor that made her feel so amazing, but none of the others he had been with could even come close to compare how she felt. Malfoy started slowly thrusting and issued the second command of the night.
"You know what to do," he said. Hermione wanted to protest. No, she had no idea what to do, she hadn't done this before. However, while she didn't know what to do, her body did. Her tongue ran circles around the head of his cock, slightly grinding her teeth against the skin, which included that little bit of the pain in the pleasure that drove Malfoy completely insane. Her grabbed the back of her head and slowly pressed her head deeper onto his throbbing cock until she had it all in her mouth and he could feel the back of her throat. This action triggered Hermione's gag reflex, causing her to start choking, but more importantly to Malfoy, start drooling as if she had never drooled before, covering his cock in it.
After refitting the gag, Malfoy moved himself to the bottom of the bed where he had positioned Hermione's ass. Her legs were spread in the air, chained to the top of the bed posts. Draco might have hated Hermione, he might despise her with every ounce of his being, but he didn't want to cause permanent harm to her. How could he use her again if he did that? As much as he wanted to fuck her ass, he wasn't. Not today, at least. His spell had been cast, he can force her to start training her ass to be able to take him.
So he fucked her pussy. Malfoy wasn't one for foreplay usually. He took what he wanted. And Hermione was at his complete will. He could make her wet just by words. However, he found that wasn't necessary, as just by forcefully face-fucking her, her clean-shaven pussy was already drenched. It had been so long since Malfoy had fucked a virgin pussy, he forgot how fucking amazing it felt. Hermione's pussy was a combination of the greatest things: wet, hot, deep, but most importantly, tight. This combination provided Malfoy with the greatest pleasure he could get. His large cock slid right in without an issue, going all the way in. He glanced up Hermione's body, taking the time to admire it from this angle, which he hadn't been able to yet. Looking down, thrusting deep into Hermione, the body he had desired, had him so turned on. It was a sight he absolutely devoured.
All this time, Hermione was softly moaning. A lot of the noise she was making was being muffled by the gag, but Malfoy was too far into his pacing to stop now to remove it. But the muffled noises he got were enough for him. He kept going, leaning over to grope her perfect breasts, and used his other hand to finger her clit. He watched as Hermione's eyes rolled far back into her head, releasing small moans. He knew the effect he had on her and he wasn't offended by the lack of noise she was making, although perhaps he should've.
All this time, Hermione was in a constant state of loving the position she was in and absolutely hating it. This is what she wanted, and she knew it, but she hated being used like this. Hermione wanted to fuck Malfoy, not him use her like a worthless sex doll. But at the same time, she couldn't help but enjoy it. She hated Malfoy's guts, but fuck, he felt so good. The only advantage to being bound is that she hadn't had to really do anything and display her lack of experience. She could simply lie back and take his hard, steaming cock. She took it as he pounded into her, sharply inhaling every time he thrusted, matching his pace. She took it as Malfoy increased the speed and she matched it until he suddenly stopped, and his cock violently twitched, and he came inside her, releasing the hot, thick liquid. This was enough for Hermione to climax at the same time, and she nearly screamed from how good he felt. The pressure that she felt building inside her pussy she finally allowed to release, and she came, her legs shaking violently, she squirted onto Malfoy's cock and stomach. Malfoy pulled his cock out and made his way back to the side of the bed where Hermione's face was.
"Clean," was the first order the Malfoy had commanded of her, after removing her gag. Hermione opened her mouth, and he gently slid his cock in, letting Hermione's tongue do the work in cleaning off both Malfoy's and her cum. Once he was satisfied, without another word, he dressed himself and left, leaving Hermione's wand within reach to free herself when she wanted.