The Awakening

Hermione was, at heart, a good girl. She'd always do her homework on time, at home her chores would be done without any complaints and she was the top student in all of her classes. So it had come as quite a surprise to her when she started lusting after the naughtiest boy in school, the Slytherin Prince, Draco Malfoy. It had started a year ago when he had suddenly shot up over summer, gotten a haircut and started dressing immaculately that Hermione first noticed her attraction to her worst enemy. He walked into potions class with his arm draped around Pansy and Hermione couldn't stop herself from staring.

He'd sat down, pulling Pansy onto his knee and whispered something in her ear. She was too far away to know what he had said but Pansy's body language completely changed as she stared up at Mafloy and giggled. Hermione wondered what he'd whispered as Pansy blushed and Draco's eyes darkened mischievously. It was pretty obvious that Malfoy had whispered something sex-related. Everyone knew Draco had fucked half of the Slytherin girls in their class and by the sounds of it, they all kept going back for more.

She remembered sitting in the library one day whilst a group of Slytherin girls and even a couple of Ravenclaws boasted about their night with Malfoy and how each of them had a hard time forgetting him. Malfoy on the other hand seemed to forget girls easily. Pansy was his girlfriend of course but neither of them took the relationship seriously, with rumours spreading around the whole school whenever one of them decided to fuck someone else.

Hermione glared over her textbook as Draco's hand slid further under Pansy's skirt and she could feel her chest getting tighter... was she seriously feeling jealous? Hermione Granger, jealous or Pansy Parkinson? Surely not. Still, that didn't stop her from having an early night, drawing the curtains around her bed and touching herself to the thought of it being her sat on Draco's lap and his big hands slowly drifting under her skirt. She came so hard that night she had to use a silencing charm around her bed to avoid Ginny and Lavender hearing her moans. After that night, she'd told herself to snap out of it and remember how vile Draco really was. Not only had he terrorised her best friends since the very first day at Hogwarts, but he'd also called her a mudblood more times than she could count. It always upset her of course, but she couldn't stop her body from burning hot whenever he stared at her in class which, surprisingly, had happened a lot over the years.

She wouldn't allow herself to be that deluded though. Draco was staring at her out of hatred, because he wanted to make her feel uncomfortable and not because he was fucking his hand and thinking of her on a night. He'd be too busy shagging Pansy or another girl anyway.
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It was the beginning of Spring and everyone seemed to be in a better mood now the sun had returned to Hogwarts. Hermione made her way down to potions early, as she always did, hoping to talk to Professor Slughorn about the homework she handed in 4 days early. She walked along the corridor and turned left to her usual classroom to find that it was locked. Great. She sighed and tried to peer through the room but instead found a note taped to the door saying that the potions class was cancelled today as their professor was ill. She sighed, she knew all of her friends would be using this opportunity to go outside and enjoy the warm weather but with their O.W.Ls coming up, all Hermione wanted to do was study.

Although Hermione was a good and clever student, she would however break the rules if it was going to help her studies. She sighed and decided to take a trip down to the girls bathroom that housed Moaning Myrtle and practice her potion making there. She knew that this was strictly not allowed, especially when the potions she was making came straight from books out of the restricted section but how else was she going to help Harry in the war if she didn't practice the more advanced areas of her magic abilities? Besides, no one ever did and no one ever would go into that bathroom so she knew it was perfectly safe. She wouldn't get caught.

Checking the coast was clear, Hermione silently opened the bathroom door and sat herself in front of the taps where she'd left everything she needed to brew the potion she was currently working on. She was determined to perfect it, these more complex and dangerous potins could make all the difference when the war started and she had to help Harry defeat he-who-must-not-be-named . She pulled her bag from her shoulder and started to undo her tie with the hot sun streaming through the window, it was way too hot to adhere to the school uniform rules here. Besides, apart from Myrtle, no one else could see her. Still uncomfortable, Hermione removed her tie and undid the first couple of buttons in her shirt and scraped her hair up. She then began her potion making.
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Draco had woken up with the worst hangover he could remember. He turned over to find Pansy naked in his bed and started to have flashbacks from the night before. Draco, Theo and Blaize had shared a bottle of firewhiskey and probably Pansy too. He grunted, sitting up and pulling a robe over himself. He turned to the side and woke Pansy up, telling her to move. She looked at him a bit disorientated and then she stood up, completely naked and walked over to her own bed. Malfoy couldn't believe she'd slept in his bed, fuck, he must have been drunk last night.

After a couple of minutes, he checked the time and realised he was due for his potion class in an hour. Normally, he'd just skip the class but his professors had been on his back recently and he couldn't risk getting expelled, not when his father was already disappointed in him. He had to start getting his grades up to what they were. He'd let them slip recently and he'd suffered the consequences last summer when his dad took his anger on him, physically and mentally.

He took a quick shower and dressed himself in his usual immaculate-looking uniform before forcing some breakfast down and a large glass of orange juice. He decided against waking Blaize and Theo, he couldn't remember too much of last night and he certainly didn't want to remember any of the stupid things he'd done whilst his head was still bouncing. Instead, he quietly collected his things and left the Slytherin common room. He walked down and just as he arrived at the classroom, he saw Granger on her tiptoes trying to see through the glass. He'd normally make some smart remark but right now, his head really wasn't in it so he stopped and watched her. He knew he was early, hoping to win a bit of extra credit after he'd missed a few assignments but fucking hell, did Granger ever relax? Why was she here early when she was already the top of the class? He stared at her, watching her skirt ride up slightly as she reached up to peer through the window and felt his heart quicken as the slight glimpse of her thigh. Fucking hell, she might be a mudblood but she'd grown curves over the break and her shapely thighs in her skirt made his dick harden. He had to admit, he'd always imagined good girl Granger bent over for him or on her knees in front of him. So much so that he'd find himself staring at her in class, daydreaming.

Just as he was about to go confront her and ask what she was doing, she turned around sneakily looking to see if anyone was behind her, picked up her bag and rushed off. He walked after her and as he got to the door, he read the note. He was relieved to not have to put up with Slughorn's lesson with his head still bouncing but where was Granger going in such a hurry? There was no way he was going to let her wonder off with that mischievous look on her face, where the fuck was she going in such a hurry? He was going to find out. He followed her, making sure to keep a safe distance as he spotted her slipping inside the bathroom door. Puzzled, he looked around for anyone else. Surely Weasley or Potter were bound to come looking for her, they leached onto her. His blood boiled, surely they'd notice soon how attractive she was? Especially when they’d returned after the Christmas break. She could try all she wanted to disguise her new curves under her baggy jumper and long skirts but Draco had stared at her enough to know she was hiding a perfect figure under her oversized uniform. Surely Potter and Weasley must have noticed too? He sighed. Why did he care?

A few moments passed and still no one came. He took a few steps forward before deciding to open the door and walk in. He immediately found Granger with her skirt lifted up to her thighs, tie off, shirt unbuttoned and her hair scraped on top of his head. His eyes darkened and his trousers tightened as he looked at her.

"Well well, what do we have here?" Draco smirked.

Hermione went bright red and stood up immediately, not sure if she was more embarrassed about her uniform or the school rules she was breaking. She pulled her skirt down and started buttoning up her shirt as Malfoy stared at her.

"Don't cover up on my account, Granger" he laughed and watched her cover up those shapely thighs and the top of her bra he'd seen down her shirt. Fuck, she looked good.

"What are you doing here, Malfoy?" Hermione asked, completely mortified by Malfoy of all people discovering her like this.

He dragged his eyes slowly down her body, "don't be rude, I was just curious what the golden girl was doing sneaking off to these empty toilets... but I guess I know now", he laughed.

"What's that supposed to mean?" Hermione wasn't sure if he'd even noticed the potion and forbidden library books surrounding her, but she knew he'd seen way too much of her than any boy ever had. She always made sure to keep her skirts long and her shirts loose and Malfoy had just caught her with everything on show.

"I just didn't expect to find Hermione Granger of all witches in the bathroom making her uniform all slutty. Is Weasley or Potter going to be joining us? Is that why you'd made your skirt nice and short?"

Her cheeks burned but she refused to give him the satisfaction of seeing her so embarrassed any longer. She stood up tall and hissed "fuck off Malfoy."

He laughed and his blood got hotter, why did Granger look so hot when she was angry?

"Don't worry pet, I won't tell anyone what I saw. I'm sure there's a perfectly good reason why you're in here, alone on one of the hottest days of the year so far reading books from the Restricted section. McGonnagle wouldn't find that interesting to hear at all..."

Hermione's face dropped. She knew Draco, if he could make her life miserable, he would and telling the Gryfindor head of house that she was studying forbidden potions would not go down well.

"I'm not studying anything from the restricted section, I'm just doing some last minute homework". Surely Malfoy had only guessed she was up to no good by her hiding in here, there was no way he could have recognised the book she was reading.

"Nice try sweetheart but I read Potions and Poisons Through the Ages last term, and that's definitely a naughty book for such a good girl like you to have."

Her heart sunk. How did he know? As far as she knew she was the only one who visited the restricted section. Then again, it would make sense for Draco to get up to no good, even if the setting was the library.

He looked at her, stood there with her small frame still pulling at her skirt and he smirked. He couldn't help noticing how she looked so good with her hair up like that and the thought of those thighs and bra wouldn't leave his head.

"Please, Malfoy. I know we've never seen eye to eye but..". She sighed, knowing it was a lost cause. When has Malfoy ever bargained or done anything nice for someone?

Draco took a step forward and Hermione pushed herself back onto one of the sinks. Surely he wasn't going to hurt her? Her breathing quickened as he came closer to her and whispered in her ear "beg me".

Fuck it, Draco thought. She looks so fucking good and who knows, maybe the good little mudblood will be a good fuck. If he was ever going to do it, now was the time. With the pressure he was getting at home from his father, he wasn't sure how much longer he'd be at Hogwarts.

"W-what?" Hermione stuttered, completely shocked at what he'd just whispered. Her pulse quickened as his breath touched her cheek and she felt a longing, intense heat at the pit of her stomach.

Malfoy forced her knees apart and stood in between them as she hoisted herself to sit on the sink to make some distance as he whispered "I said, beg me, Granger. Beg me not to go to Mcgonagall."

Hermione couldn't think straight. What was happening? Surely Malfoy wasn't actually trying it on with her? She knew he'd just seen her in a well... a more revealing uniform than usual but he saw girls fully naked all the time. She doubted he was that turned on by her. With a shaky breath she uttered "please don't tell on me Draco."

His cock hardened and he could barely think straight as he breathed in her vanilla scent. Fuck, why did he want her so badly? He could have any pureblood girl in the school but seeing little innocent Granger on the floor with her skirt pulled up was driving him insane.

"Mmm, good girl. Are you always a good girl Granger?"

She felt like her head was going to explode and she could feel a pool of wetness in her knickers. She didn't know what to say because yeah she was, but she didn't want to be.

"Answer me, Granger." He said, more demanding this time.

She looked into his eyes and saw that he looked less threatening than before. His eyes were glazed with desire and she bit her lip and found the courage to say "I don't want to be".

Draco moaned and felt like his cock might escape from his trousers.

"Want me to show you, mudblood?" He whispered in her ear as her blood vibrated through her.

Why did that sound so good? Him calling her the most vile name she'd come to despise?

She was just about to give in and nod when they heard Theo and Blaize outside.

"Malfoy, where are you?"

Hermione froze. She shot down from the sink and her face reddened. Seeing her reaction, Draco laughed and whispered "don't worry Granger, your secret is safe with me". He turned to leave, not wanting his friends to catch him with her as Hermione caught her breath back. Just as Draco was about to leave, he turned around, smiled and said "if you want a night off from being the golden girl Granger, come find me."
Hermione gulped and watched as he left her alone in the bathroom.