The Detention
Draco woke up suddenly. He’d had trouble sleeping the last couple of nights and he rolled over to look at his watch, it was half 6 in the morning. On a Saturday. Who the fuck was making this much noise at this time on a weekend?
He rolled over and pulled the curtain that covered his large bed to see Pansy in bed with a random Slytherin boy that Draco hadn’t even bothered to get to know.
“Morning Draco”, Pansy said sarcastically whilst she bounced up and down on the Slytherin's dick, making sure Draco had a full view of her tits for good measure.
Was this supposed to make him jealous? The last thing Draco cared about or had on his mind right now was who Pansy was fucking. They were never monogamous and she knew that, so why would he care? He knew he hadn’t been paying much attention to her lately but he’d been a little preoccupied with a certain Gryfindor.
Fighting the headache he had from being woken up so early after a restless night, he stood up, muttered “morning Pans”, before walking straight past her and down into the common room to clear his head. He sat in front of the fire and thought back to the dream he’d just had. He’d dreamt about the detention he had today, and how Hermione had begged him to touch her again but this time she’d asked for more than just his fingers and took his big, hard cock until she was screaming his name for the whole castle to hear.
He took a deep breath, trying to calm himself and stop himself from getting any harder than he seemed to be nearly 24/7 these days as he failed to get Hermione out of his head.
Fuck, he couldn’t wait to see her later. He hated to admit it, but it wasn’t just the way she made him come that was driving him crazy, but he’d started to look forward to her company. The smell of her, her smile and just the way she made him feel.
He kept dismissing his feelings, thinking he was just thinking with his dick, and when everything else failed he reminded himself that he was playing with a mudblood, a girl that should be counting her blessings for being allowed to talk to him, nevermind playing with his cock. He looked at the time - 7o’clock. His detention with Hermione was in 12 hours, plenty of time for him to calm himself and think rationally.
He stood up and went to take a shower… and think about Hermione’s soft hand around his cock for the millionth time as he felt the hot water wash over him.
……..
Hermione woke up on Saturday morning with Ginny telling her that her and Dean had finally done the deed.
“I mean it wasn’t amazing, I don’t think he knew what he was doing half the time to be honest, I kept telling him that he had to touch my clit but you know what boys are like, I felt like drawing him a map. I mean, is it really that hard?” she laughed and Hermione sat up and giggled with her best friend.
She was pleased for Ginny, she knew she wanted this and it was bound to happen sooner rather than later. She wished she could have told Ginny about her own recent sexual encounters and how Malfoy had never failed to satisfy her.
“So… when are you going to pop your cherry Hermione?” Ginny asked teasingly.
“Ginny! Let’s keep this conversation about you… seen as you’ve just woken me up on a Saturday” she teased.
“I’m only saying, I think it would do you good, you need someone to show you a good time and my brother certainly has no idea what to do in that department so you should start looking elsewhere.”
Hermione sighed, if only she could tell her everything. About how she has been doing things recently, but unlike Ginny’s experience, she’d been left extremely satisfied…Draco had no problem at all finding her clit, in fact, it was like he knew her body just as well as she did.
“Thanks Ginny, so, tell me all about how it happened”.
………
The morning seemed to drag and Hermione had to calm her nerves by going for a walk around the castle grounds until finally the time had come, she was going to go and have her very first detention.
Ron and Harry had teased her all morning about having to spend the afternoon with Draco but she just rolled her eyes and told them that she could hold her own.
“Just don’t take any shit from him, Hermione, ignore the bastard if you can”, Ron had advised.
She’d laughed him off and reminded him that she’d faced his bullying for years now and they didn’t need to worry. If only they knew that her nerves were for a completely different reason…
She stood outside the potions classroom, knowing Malfoy couldn’t be inside yet as she had the key which meant, she was the first one there.
She delicately unlocked the door and walked in. It was odd being in a classroom on a Saturday, especially without a teacher. She placed her bag on the chair she usually sat on and walked over to the supply closet. She opened the door and sighed at the state of it - this was going to take longer than she thought.
She got to work straight away, needing something to take her mind off the question that was burning her brain - where was Malfoy?
20 minutes passed and he didn’t show. She sighed, of course he didn’t show, it was detention without a teacher. He knew she’d do the work and Professor Slughorn wouldn’t know any different. She’d been stupid to think he’d actually want to see her, no, he’d be fucking some other girl now and not give her a second thought.
She got back to work, bending over to pick up some jars when she heard footsteps behind her and her heart stopped.
“I could get used to you bending over for me, Granger.”
She spun round and her face reddened, he had turned up after all.
“Nice of you to show up, I’ve done half of the work already so you can fuck off now. I’ll just do the work as always” she snarled.
“Woah, calm down darling, I didn’t mean to be late. Snape called me to his office and he just let me go now… why, did you miss me?” he smirked at her and she could feel her heart rate quicken.
“No, I just don’t like to be kept waiting when we have loads to do.”
“Well, I’m here now.”
She turned away from him, suddenly feeling extremely irritated by how rude he was being, how could she have let herself think today would be different from her other encounters with Malfoy? Just because they’d done things, it didn’t mean he saw her as anything but a mudblood.
It took 2 seconds for Draco to walk towards her, spin her around and slam her into the back of the closet, lightly placing his hand around her throat.
“Don’t you dare turn away from me, you little slut. You want me to make you come again? You want my cock? Then you need to know some things. I’m in charge here, Granger. That means you’ll respect me, okay?”
Hermione didn’t know what to say, her heart was beating too fast and her cunt was throbbing. The way he spoke to her, the way his hand was wrapped lightly around her throat and the fact that his body was pressed against her was too much. She didn’t care anymore, she was sick of not giving into her emotions fully and she was sick of hearing about all of her friends getting fucked when she had never even come close to losing her virginity.
Finding some courage deep within her, she swallowed her pride and put her pussy first. “I’m sorry sir” she replied, looking up at him sweetly.
Fuck, her looking up at him like that was sending him wild. She looked so innocent but he knew her little knickers would already be dripping. He wanted to take her right here, against the wall and claim her.
“Maybe there’s something I can do to make it up to you?” She couldn’t believe that she was actually doing this, but she slowly started to kneel down in front of him, she needed him to dominate her and what better way than having his cock in her throat? She’d played with her pussy plenty of times imagining herself choking on some guy’s cock, and it was now or never, when would she get the chance again?
Malfoy couldn’t fucking believe what was happening. Was Granger actually kneeling before him? Waiting for him to take out his cock? Fuck, why hadn’t they started this sooner?
He inhaled, catching his breath and remembering his pureblood status and how he was above her - literally and in terms of class, and composed himself. Yeah, she should be on her knees for me he thought, but why did he still want to go easy on her?
She looked up at him, her big brown eyes staring up at him, awaiting her next instruction.
“Fuck Granger, you look so good on your knees for me. You’re such a good girl. Now undo my belt, and pull my trousers down, pet.”
Hermione didn’t need to be asked twice, she greedily undid his belt and took out his hard dick. She was surprised by her boldness but at the same time, she knew she’d always had this side to her, she’d just never been given the opportunity to explore it.
His dick sprang out in front of her, and she licked her lips, eager to taste it and feel the warmth of it in her mouth but her lack of experience made her hesitate, what if she did something wrong and he laughed at her?
Sensing her hesitation, Draco cupped her chin in his hand and told her to stick out her tongue.
“Gently lick the end, yeah just like that, fuck” he moaned, fighting between wanting to put his head back but not wanting to take his eyes off of her for a minute.
Hermione had never been this turned on in her life, she was sucking off Draco fucking Malfoy in a classroom! Never in her life did she think she’d be this daring but her wetness told her everything she already secretly knew, she loved being dominated.
“Open your mouth for me, a little wider, good girl.” Draco grabbed her hair and slowly eased her mouth onto him, pulling her head back and forth to show her the rhythm he wanted.
He couldn’t believe how good it felt, her warm and soft mouth was giving him a blowjob like he’d never experienced before. How was she doing it? She’d barely seen a dick until the other day and now here she was, driving him fucking insane as she slowly took more and more of him into the back of her throat.
Hermione stared up at him, tears gathering at the base of her eyes as she took his cock further and further down, watching Draco’s eyes darken with arousal. She loved seeing how good she was making him feel as his big hands stayed firmly at the back of her head.
“You look so beautiful with my cock in your mouth, Granger”, Draco gasped.
Hermione moaned, Draco Malfoy had called her a lot of names in the past, but beautiful was never one of them. She felt her heart flutter but quickly dismissed the comment. He clearly wasn’t thinking clearly, he was just happy she was using her mouth on him.
“Fuck Granger, you’re so good, this is so good”, Draco moaned, as he pulled his dick out of her mouth, bringing her spit with it as she looked up at him shocked.
“I don’t want to come yet, stand up darling.”
Hermione immediately obeyed, not wanting to miss out on whatever he had planned next. As she stood up, he stroked his dick with one hand and gently brushed her hair out of her face with the other.
“So fucking perfect for me”, he muttered.
Fuck, what was he talking about? Draco had never spoken like this before and it was making Hermione feel slightly lightheaded at the praise he was giving her.
“I need to know how far you want this to go,Granger.” Draco moaned, watching her for a response.
“What do you mean how far?”, she replied.
“Do you want me to fuck you Granger?”
Hermione felt like time had stood still. Her knickers were practically dripping from having his cock at the back of her throat and the praise he'd given her. She felt like if he didn’t touch her soon she’d explode, but did she really want to lose her virginity to Draco Mafloy?
Draco stepped towards her, pulling his trousers up as he sensed her uncertainty.
“There’s no pressure Granger, honestly. I just needed to ask. I can make you feel amazing and I promise, I’ll take care of you… on our nights like tonight I mean.”
Hermione looked up at those grey eyes and for once she didn’t see anything but kindness. She really did believe that he meant what he said, that he’d take care of her and she had no doubt that he could make her feel amazing. For some unknown reason she felt safe with him, she knew she wanted to do this.
Taking a deep breath, she stepped forward and whispered, “I want you to.”
Draco moved towards her and then she interrupted “but not here Draco.”
He stopped and smirked “you didn’t really think I’d take your virginity in an old, dirty closet did you Granger? No, for what I have planned for you, we’re going to need a lot more room.”
He turned away from her then and began to tidy the supply closet like Hermione hadn’t just been on her knees a few minutes ago. “Let’s finish up here then.”
Hermione sighed, not realising how badly she’d been wanting him to touch her.
It took them another 20 minutes before the closet was sorted and as Draco was putting the last jar in its right place, Hermione swallowed her pride and decided to ask for what she wanted.
“Erm, Malfoy…” she started, not sure if she wanted to finish the sentence.
“Yes, pet”, he smirked, he loved watching her squirm when she needed some attention.
“Could we maybe do some stuff now? Just like we’ve done before?”
Fuck it was so hot watching her ask for him to touch her, to make her come.
He walked over to her slowly and then all at once he’d slammed her into the wall, moved her hair to the side and slowly - really slowly - trailed kisses up her neck. She moaned, closing her eyes and leaning her hair back for him to gain more access to her neck.
It immediately became apparent that this was the first time he’d ever kissed any part of her, it was laughable really, everything that they’d done but never kissed. She’d never really noticed before but feeling his lips on her skin was enough to make her see stars, she needed him so badly.
Just when she thought he was going to move his hand to inbetween her legs he stopped and whispered in her ear, “I want you frustrated for tomorrow Granger” and then he stepped away.
She felt like she was going to scream, she felt some friction so badly that she was half tempted to just touch herself there and then until she realised what he’d just said. “Why, what’s happening tomorrow?” she asked, excitedly.
“You’re going to think about whether you really want this Granger and if you do, you’re going to meet me in the bathroom where this all started. You’re going to let me fuck that little cunt of yours and I’m going to make you come until you’re screaming my name.”
Hermione stared at him, she’d never been as turned on in all her life. She loved how he spoke to her, how he talked about her.
Before she could respond, Draco started walking away and added, “think about it Granger, if you want that, I’ll see you at midnight tomorrow” and with that, he left the room.