The Awakening

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It had been two weeks since the night in the bathroom and Draco couldn’t get her out of his head. As soon as Hermione had left that night, he’d gone into the closest bathroom stall, took out his hard cock and closed his eyes, remembering how Hermione’s pussy had felt squeezing his fingers. He wished he’d taken her up on her offer to return the favour as he came, using his wand to clean up the mess.

Why hadn’t he asked her to toss him off? Fuck, she came so hard he could have probably of had her on her knees but seeing how innocent she looked, he didn’t want to push her too far.

But now he couldn’t stop thinking about her. He just needed her to touch him once and then he’d be able to get her out of his head. Just once more and then Draco could go back to fucking whoever he wanted and not giving them a second thought.

He walked into the great hall and walked over to Crabbe and Goyle. They were talking about the latest news - muggles and mudbloods disappearing on a daily basis. Fuck sake, he heard enough about it from his father at home, he didn’t need these two idiots reminding him on what was happening outside the castle and what his father was up to… what he would soon be up to.

He grabbed a goblet and drank some juice, reaching for some bacon and toast when he let his eyes drift over to the Gryffindor table. He immediately saw Weasley, that bright red hair wasn’t hard to spot and sat right next to him, her head in her book was Granger. He watched her, her legs crossed under the table and smiled to himself, if only her friends knew that she’d spread her legs wide for him. He kept watching her until Harry came to sit at her other side, shoving a newspaper in front of her.

She grabbed the paper and the Gryffindor trio started talking, no, arguing. He watched Hermione grab her bag and run out of the room. Harry and Ron looked at eachother, Weasley obviously moaning about her sudden exit.

“What do you think that was about?” Theo asked as he sat down next to Draco. “You’d think that mudblood would have more respect for her superious, she almost barged straight into me on my way in here.”

Draco smirked, wondering what had upset her so much. Why the fuck did he care? He didn’t, he just wanted one more time with her, this time him being the focus.

He headed to the potions class again and was about to get his books out when Slughorn reminded the class about the homework due today. Fuck, how had he forgotten? That’s right, his mind had been a little occupied recently.

“Everyone get their homework out now and pass it to the front. Anyone who hasn’t got theirs will be spending their Saturday evening cleaning out my supply cupboard. No excuses.”

For fuck sake. Malfoy was used to detention, but not anything that meant him giving up his weekends.

“Mr Malfoy, homework?” Slughorn asked.

“Clearly, I haven’t got it. Sir” he muttered, annoyed that this great ophe had tried to embarrass him in front of the class. He might be a slytherin, but he was still a dick.

“Saturday, 7 o’clock. You can sort out my supply cupboard whilst I'm visiting family, I’ll leave you the key.”

Draco went to argue back when he was interrupted.

“Actually sir, I’ve forgotten my homework too.” The whole class stopped, stunned at what had just come out of Hermione's mouth.

There was just no fucking way Granger had forgotten the homework, it was usually the highlight of her week discussing her answers with the professors.

Slughorn sighed, “I’m really disappointed in you miss Granger, it’s not like you. I’m afraid you’ll have to help Mr Malfoy. I’ll trust you with the key.”

Hermione blushed, not being used to detention and Draco watched Weasley and Potter stare at each other, wondering what had gotten into her. “You know, you don’t have to lie, Lavender didn’t mean anything by it.”

Hermione turned round, looked Ron directly in the eye and hissed “actually Ronald, maybe I have something going on in my life that’s distracting me. Tell that to your stupid girlfriend the next time you tell me what she’s been saying about me before breakfast.”

So that’s what Hermione was upset about, it was nothing in the paper, stupid Lavender fucking Brown had been talking badly about her to Ron.

Just as Hermione was about to turn around she locked eyes with Draco and he could have sworn he saw the same arousal in her eyes that he’d seen when she was coming on his fingers. Had Hermione just faked forgetting her homework so that she could spend Saturday with him?

That settled it, she was definitely going to make him come one way or another and then he could finally get her out of his head.

For the rest of the lesson Hermione kept her head down, working extra hard to make it up to Slughorn. Still, Weasley wouldn’t drop it.

“I know you did that homework Hermione, I saw you writing it a week ago, you said you couldn’t hang out with me and Harry because you were doing it.”

“I said I’d forgotten it Ron,not that I hadn’t done it. Now drop it.”

Ron looked at Harry and shook his head, Draco watched and smiled to himself… if only they knew what she was really up to.
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Hermione returned to her dorm as soon as the potions class was over. It was the last class of the day and she couldn’t stand being around Ron for a minute longer. Not only was she sick and tired of seeing Lavender draping herself over him but just this morning Ron had told her that Lavender had been talking about her behind her back.

“Lav just mentioned that you need to lighten up a bit, you know, she just doesn’t think you come across as very fun.”

Hermione stared at him, confused and hurt at the fact Ron hadn’t stuck up for her. “Well you can tell your girlfriend Ronald that I really don’t care what she thinks, she’s hardly the most fun person to be around.”

“Yeah, but at least Lav has a bit of a laugh, you should lighten up Hermione. Lav has really changed my view on things, being in a relationship just makes you lighten up a bit… not that you’d know.”

She’d stormed out of the hall then, she knew she was one of the only girls left who hadn’t had a boyfriend in their year but he had absolutely no right to throw that in her face.

She sat on her bed, thinking about the blonde slytherin that she couldn’t get out of her head. If only Ron knew what she had gotten up to the other night she thought.

Hermione laid down, trying to think of ways to occupy her time. It was Thursday night and whilst she’d normally spend her evenings in the common room with Harry or Ginny, she didn’t want to see Ron or Lavender and they usually tucked in the corner giggling and kissing until they finally went to bed… together.

She sighed. She wasn’t going to let them ruin her evenings, not when she was working so hard during the day, her evenings were the only bit of time she had to herself. She stood up and decided to take a walk to the library, it was her favourite place in the castle and she could pick up a good book and lose herself in it for the next few hours.

Not wanting to draw attention to herself - the last thing she wanted was company right now - Hermione found a quiet corner at the back of the room, picked up a book about Wicked Warlocks and started reading. It might not be the light reading she had in mind but at least she’d be doing some research to help Harry, god knows she’d need to know as much as possible before the war started.

An hour or so passed by and Hermione had completely lost herself in taking notes, highlighting key bits and trying to take in as much new information as she could.

Just when she was about to turn the page, she heard “not studying in the bathroom anymore Granger?” she looked up to see Draco staring down at her with a smirk on his face.

She blushed, not expecting to see him here, in the library of all places. Seeing his face also brought back the memories of her sitting on the sink and she felt her cheeks redden.

“Still not answering my questions? I’ll make you pay for that one.”

“What? - I mean no, I just came here for some peace of quiet.” she murmured, trying not to look into those grey eyes for too long because fuck, every time she looked into them she wanted him to touch her again.

Draco stared at her, smiling to himself at how flustered she looked. “I still make you nervous, don’t I Granger? Even after I’ve touched your little pus-”

“Mafloy!” Hermione interrupted, absolutely terrified at what he was about to say.

“It’s okay my little mudblood, your secret is still safe with me.”

Hermione stared at him, not knowing what she was supposed to do. She knew the dynamic had changed between them, but at the end of the day, they were still enemies. That showed by how he insisted on calling her mudblood at every opportunity.

Just when she was about to ask him why he was here, he sat down next to her, tucked her hair behind her ear and whispered “is the offer still there for you to return the favour?”

She blushed and immediately felt her heart rate get faster… was the offer still on the table? She didn’t even know, she’d never done anything to a boy before and now it was a possibility, she was embarrassed and nervous. Malfoy had been with loads of girls, whatever he was after, she wouldn’t be able to do it as well as the experienced girls he was usually with.

Sensing her apprehensiveness, Draco added “I’ll show you what to do, but I can’t think straight. I need you to help me and I know you want to. That’s why you ‘forgot’ your homework isn’t it pet, you wanted me to teach you how to play on saturday? Well, I can’t wait that long.”

Hermione gulped and finding some courage within her she nodded and said, “okay. You should know, I’ve never done anything before so I’ll probably be rubbish anyway.”

Draco smiled, if only she knew the effect she had on him. Her innocence was the thing that was driving him crazy, he was going to be her first if it killed him.

“I highly doubt that Granger, you learn quick”, he smirked and then grabbed her hand, placing it on his rock hard bulge under the desk.

“Malfoy! Not here, anyone could walk in and see us!” She was about to snatch her hand away when he caught her wrist and kept her hand there, touching him, fuck even this felt so good.

“Listen Granger, who else is sad enough to be in the fucking library at this time of night? It’s just us two, I promise. I have just as much to lose as you do, in fact, I have more.”

She knew he was right, if the Slytherin pureblood prince was seen with Hermione’s hand on his cock he’d never hear the end of it, nevermind what his family would think of him messing around with a mudblood. Why was he risking it? She didn’t know but right now her heart was racing and her cheeks were reddening as she waited in anticipation as to what he was going to ask her to do next.

“Undo my belt and take my cock out.”

God she liked being told what to do, fuck her pussy was throbbing and they’d hardly done anything yet. She did exactly as she was told and unzipped his pants, putting her hand down his boxers and taking his cock out.

Fuck. Hermione might not have much experience but she knew that he was big and he was so fucking hard.

Draco moaned at the slight contact between them and whispered “good girl, now wrap your hand around it… a little tighter… yeah like that, good girl.”

Hermione blushed, she loved it when he called her that, she was a good girl but now she was his good girl and it made her cunt throb even more.

“Now stroke it up and down, yeah just like that”

Fucking hell, the innocent little mudblood was going to make him come. It was pathetic, Pansy had tossed him off for fucking ages in the past before he’d been able to come and here was Granger, never held a cock in her life about to make him shoot his come all over her hand.

Hermione kept the same rhythm and slowly felt more relaxed and confident as she saw the effect she was having on him… he actually seemed to be enjoying it, so she must be doing something right.

“You’re so good, fuck this feels so good, going to come all over your hand you little whore… you’d like that wouldn’t you?” With that, Malfoy came and moaned watching Hermione’s innocent face look at his cock with fascination, fuck, she’d probably never seen come in real life before.

He composed himself and took out his wand to clear up the mess and then zipped his pants back up. “I told you you’re a quick learner Granger.”

She smiled, but as Draco looked at her, he could tell something wasn’t right, maybe that was too much for her? “Everything okay Granger?” he asked.

“Mmhm”

That was it? That was the only response he was going to get?

“Granger, what is it? Tell me? This is only going to work if we’re honest with each other.

Fuck, how was Hermione going to ask him to touch her? She was so horny and frustrated right now she thought she was going to pass out. She could feel a wet patch on her seat and she could feel her vision blurring from the need for a bit of friction between her legs.

“Granger, for fuck sake, speak to me!”

She just grabbed his hand and placed it onto her knickers, surprised at her own boldness but she couldn’t articulate what she needed, not now, not after seeing his hard cock in her hands and watching him come in her hand like that. It was all too much for her, she just needed to be touched.

“Oh my little slut, do you need me to help you darling? Fuck me, did my cock get you this wet? You little fucking whore.”

He didn’t move his hand and Hermione thought she was going to scream, she started opening her legs and moving forward on her seat to feel some friction when Malfoy sniggered and pulled his hand away.

“I’ve told you before, pet, use your words or you won’t get anything. Beg me to touch you.”

Oh fuck this, she didn’t care how desperate she sounded, she didn’t care what she was in the middle of the library either, she just needed him to touch her.

“Please touch me Malfoy, please” she whimpered.

“Not Malfoy, try again.”

“Please touch me Draco?” she asked tentatively, why was he choosing now to be a dick?

“Nope, one last try slut.”

What? How was she supposed to know what name to use? Then she remembered how his face had changed when she was sitting on the sink and had called him sir.

“Touch me sir, please, please I need it so badly.”

That was all it took, his hand was on her, moving her soaking knickers to the side, his thumb finding her swollen clit immediately as he watched her squirm beneath him.

“Oh my god Malfoy, fuck that feels so good.”

“Yeah? You like my big fingers on that little pussy? You going to come on my hand again?”

He pulled out her chair with his spare hand, got on his knees and kept rubbing her clit as his other hand forced two fingers inside her.

“Oh my god, Malfoy, I’m going to come, yeah like that, please don’t stop!”

She was trying to be as quiet as she could, but he could feel her tightening around his fingers and then finally, she came.

He kept his fingers there until her breathing calmed down and then stood up, smiling at her.

She smiled back and he sat down next to her.

“You know you keep on surprising me Granger. Just when I think I’ve got you figured out, you’re begging me to finger your cunt in the library.”

She laughed, still coming down from her orgasm. “Thank you for teaching me”, she added shyly.

Now she was thanking him for making him come? Where had this girl been? Fuck, those thoughts were supposed to go after she’d made him come but looking at her and remembering the feeling of her soft hand wrapped around him was making the thoughts even worse.

“Anytime Granger, maybe I can teach you even more on Saturday.”