Draco has always secretly loved the library at Hogwarts. The cathedral style windows showcasing the breathtaking view over the Black Lake and the smell of worn leather and parchment were his favorites. The smell reminded him of the library back home in Malfoy Manor, where he spent so much time as a child.
Most little boys had siblings to chase around and play with, but young Draco Malfoy only had himself and the characters in the books that he would read in the library for hours at a time. Books let him escape into a different world, meet new people, and go on wild adventures.
Being the Malfoy heir has its perks at Hogwarts, but the library felt like his own secret hideaway where he could go and relive the best parts of his childhood.
Draco pushes the large wooden door of the library and lets the smell wash over him. He swaggered back to his favorite spot in the library to get ahead on studying for exams, only to find it was already occupied.
“Granger.” He grumbles to himself before finding another table nearby.
This new table was hidden behind a row of shelves out of sight from the rest of the library but still had a perfect view of the plush couch he was aiming for. He sits and watches Hermione Granger, Gryffindor Swot, spread out all her books and parchment across the floor.
“She’s not even using the damned couch.” Draco mumbles. He tries his best to ignore her presence and pulls out his own books and parchment to study for Ancient Runes first.
His gaze is constantly drawn back to the bushy haired know-it-all as she sighs or exclaims every time she figures out an answer then viciously scrawls on her parchment. Draco just rolls his eyes at her each time. After a while, her antics are distracting him to the point that his skin starts to prickle with annoyance.
Just as Draco is about to stand up and confront her for making so much noise and taking his favorite spot, he sees her pull out a Honeydukes package from her bag. Hermione gently unwraps a strawberry pink sugar quill and Draco’s stomach drops into his groin.
He can’t look away as she sticks out the tip of her tongue and delicately licks her lips before licking up the entire length of the sugar quill and sticking the whole thing in her mouth.
It was borderline obscene but Draco’s pants begin to tent anyway.
This is Hermione Granger. The know-it-all, the Gryffindor Princess, the mudbl-. He couldn’t be thinking about her and what marvelous things she was doing with her mouth or how he wanted her to do those things to his cock.
Draco shakes his head to physically remove those thoughts from his mind, but when he looks back, Hermione’s cheeks are hollowed out and the tip of the sugar quill pops out of her mouth leaving a small string of spittle in its wake.
Draco groans into the wood of the table, his erection now becoming almost painful. He takes advantage of the view of his table being obscured by the stacks of books and reaches down to unzip his trousers.
This was perfect, no one could see him and he had an unobstructed view of her licking and sucking on the candy. He slowly starts fisting himself under the table as Hermione sucks on the tip of her sugary treat.
All he can think about is how much he wants to put that mouth to good use on his cock. Draco let his eyes flutter shut at the thought and enjoyed the vision of her on her knees under the table, big hazel eyes looking up at him while she took his entire length down her throat.
Another groan escapes him unintentionally, this time it was much louder. Madam Pince shushes him as she walks by with a stack of books that need to be reshelved. She hadn't seen him thank the gods, it must just be a reflex for her after being a librarian for so long. Hermione's sucking stops suddenly at the noise and she pulls the treat out of her mouth with a soft pop. She looks around searching for the source of the sound and finds Draco sitting at his table.
Draco starts to panic. He’s been caught with his pants down, literally, but maybe she doesn’t notice. Or maybe this is his chance to get the Gryffindor Princess on her knees. The thought again makes his cock twitch.
Hermione approaches the table, sugar quill in one hand and the other on her hip ready to scold him.
“Malfoy, what are you-” She starts but sees that his neck and cheeks are flushed with color. “Are you okay? You don’t look well.”
While she waits for an answer, she puts the sugar quill in her mouth again and takes a long slow pull from it. Draco watches as her beautiful pink lips wrap around the candy causing his chest to rise and fall rapidly. He tries to continue to covertly fist himself beneath the table, but Hermione notices the movement of his arm.
She looks from his arm, to his flushed neck, to his eyes locked on her treat and must make the connection.
“Oh.” She says in her realization. She smirks down at the sugar quill in hand and looks back up to Draco.
Hermione locks eyes with Draco as she wraps her lips around the sugar quill again and deliberately takes her time sucking and licking her candy until pulling it out of her mouth and wiping her lip with her thumb.
This witch is going to kill me. Draco thinks.
The muscles in his neck tense and his hand continues to move under the table.
“Oh you poor thing, let me help you.” Hermione places her candy on the table, then squats down and crawls under the table where she finds Draco with his hand wrapped around his large cock.
Hermione hurries and catches the bead of moisture that escapes him with her tongue licking a trail to the head of his cock and sucking it gently into her mouth. Draco’s hand releases himself and moves immediately into her chestnut curls.
He pulls her closer encouraging her to take more, and she complies. She takes his entire length into her mouth until he hits the back of her throat and Draco moans. He tries to muffle the sound by biting down on his free hand, but it doesn’t do much, he knows that she heard him.
She continues bobbing up and down his length and when she adds a hand to his base to work with what she can’t reach, he nearly loses it.
He wants to close his eyes and enjoy this moment of ecstasy but the thought of missing out on the sight of Hermione bloody Granger taking his cock down her throat is too much. Draco watches as she devours him stroke after stroke. When she looks up at him with her stunning hazel eyes, he’s a goner.
“Granger, I - “ Hermione cuts him off by flicking the underside of his head with the tip of her tongue. “Fuck. Keep that up and I’ll come down your throat.” He whispers down at her.
This just makes her smile and she dives right back down on him with even more vigor than before.
“Oh, the princess likes that, huh?” Hermione hums in response. The sensation goes right to his balls and he is on the brink of finishing. “Gods, Granger. Fuck, just like that.”
She hums again and speeds up. He can’t help it, it's too good. He comes down her throat without any warning and she greedily swallows every last drop.
He just watched Hermione sodding Granger swallow his come. Fuck.
Hermione sits back wiping her mouth with the back of her hand and a satisfied grin pulling up her lips.
“How was that?” She asks.
“Fucking brilliant.” Draco responds, still trying to catch his breath. She beams at his praise. “Where did you learn how to do that?”
Hermione crawls out from under the table to stand and fixes her uniform.
“Wouldn’t you like to know, Malfoy.” She smiles at him, picking up her candy again.
He is still coming down from his high when he hears his name again, but this time it's not coming from the witch standing in front of him.
“Malfoy!”
It sounds like Granger, but she’s not talking. She is still standing in front of him, smiling and adjusting her clothing.
“Malfoy! Hey!”
There is a sound of fingers snapping and he is brought back to reality. The real Hermione Granger is standing in front of him, hands on hips and a scowl on her face, not the satisfied grin he had left her with moments ago.
“What?” He asked.
“What are you doing?!” Hermione barks at him. “Why are you just sitting there watching me study?”
What is she talking about?
Draco looks down at his hand still wrapped around himself, but now covered in come. Oh fuck. He quickly casts a nonverbal Scourgify to remove his mess and shove himself back in his pants.
“I wasn’t watching you, Granger. Leave me alone. I’m trying to study.” He sneers at her to make his point and get her to leave, then quickly picks up a book and pretends to read it.
“Whatever, Malfoy.” Hermione flips her hair over her shoulder and stomps back to her spot.
When she’s gone, Draco lets out a long breath of relief. He quickly gathers his books and parchment into his bag and beelines it for the library doors. Once in the hallway he finds an alcove hidden behind a tapestry and repeatedly pounds his head into the wall.
I can’t believe I just jerked off to Hermione Granger eating a sugar quill in the fucking library. And to make matters worse, she almost caught me! Idiot, idiot, fucking idiot.
After his moment of self scolding, Draco takes a deep breath, steps out of the alcove and vows to never think about or speak a word about what just happened or Salazar kill him now.