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Hogwarts Seventh Year
Draco walked into the Halloween Ball with the ever obnoxious Pug face Pansy Parkinson hanging onto his arm, gushing about how hot Draco was and how great they looked together. She was dressed to kill of course, in an orginal Vera Wang strapless red gown which looked great next to Draco in his black dress robes. Of course anyone would look great next to Draco. His blond hair had grown longer over the summer and was no longer greased back to his head. It hung past his shoulders, the silver white, gleaming on his black dress robes. His steel grey eyes were scanning the room with his usual bored expression. Pansy saw some friends and started dragging Draco towards them. Draco declined, stated he needed to get a drink. Snape had actually authorized the use of fire whiskey in the punch, with the assistance of Malfoy money, and Draco felt like he was going to need quite a bit to make it through the night. He could hear Pansy's high pitched screech from across the room, and decided he's better make it a double.
The incessant talking around him was driving him insane. Everyone wanted to spend time with Draco, now that his father Lucius had died in Azkaban and he had inherited everything. The money, the prestigie, and the dark power that had been passed donw through the generations, making Draco a very powerful wizard, only surpassed by Potter. He was now considered Lord of Malfoy Manor, with more money than he would ever be able to spend and devestating sexual appeal that came in quite handy when needed his cock sucked. Suddenly the ball room seemed to be clocked with a silencing charm. Draco looked to see what was causing the commmotion. The thought that people were looking at someone other than him really pissed him off! It was Granger of course, the fucking mudblood has been the bane of his existence for years. She had come with Harry fucking Potter. He knew they were not sexually involved. Harry was currently shagging Cho, whom everyong hated of course, but she was in the infirmary after being mysteriously hexed. She had huge boils on her face and neck, and Madame Pomfry was still trying to find the potion to clear it up. Rumors were that Ginny Weasley was still stewing over being dumped by Harry and was a suspect, but there was no way to prove anything. Harry looked dashing of course with his tousled black head of hair and his piercing green eyes, but is was Granger that captured his attention. She wore a silver shimmering satin Armani dress. A halter top, tied up with thin emerald covered straps, leaving her entire shapely back bare for his scorching view. There was a dark green organza stripe starting at the annex of her lower back and cascading down to the floor with a small train. Slytherin colors he tought to himself. She was stunning. Her beautiful chestnut hair not been piled on top of head like a beehive as it had been when she dated that prick Victor Krum. He remembered thinking it was a shame she was trying to look like someone she wasn't, her bushy hair was one of her tradmarks. Her hair now hung loose and and flowing down her back with silver ribbongs twined in her hair. The fucking mudblood seemed to best him at everything. He knew he was devestatingly handsome, and a fucking sex god at Hogwarts, but Granger was beatiful more talented in potions, one of the few he never shagged. He had wet dreams about her ofter, even calling out her name at inopportune moments that did not go well with his current fuck. Not that he wanted to soil himself with her half blood body, but the thought of her being submissive and under his control was a a definite temptation.
Hermione and Harry walked into the room, the enchanted ceiling of floating candles highlighting the pair as part of the pathetic golden trio. Everyone gathered around them, wanting to shine in the glory of the pair that had brought the vicious rule of Voldemort to an end. Now there was only one dark lord left, Harry Potter, and he wasted the power he amassed with bringing light and goodness to the wizarding world, blah, blah, blah...
Hermione saw Ron and Pavratti and left Harry's side to go talk with them. Ron and Hermione had tried dating a couple of years earlier, but being close friends, it felt too much like incest when they tried shagging in the common room. Ron looked riduculous as usual in the dress robes George had worn to the last yule ball. George was a good 5 inches taller and Ron didn't have the common sense to wear dress socks and nice shoes. His red and gold Gryffindor socks stuck out like a sore thumb, kind of matching his obnoxiously red hair. She still loved him though, he was after all one of his best friends. Pavratti looked very elegant as well in her white Versacci gown and Ron seemed pleasantly mesmerized with her appearance.
Hermione excused herself to get a drink at the bar. It was hot as hell in the converted ball room, with the crush of people body to body, and all the hot air circulating the room. Especially from Malfoy, the snotty git. He was holding his own court as usual, mostly surrounded by brainless bimbos all vying for his attention. He exuded sensuality from every pour. She was looking forward to the end of the year so she wouldn't have to see Malfoy's delicious face ever again! She dreamed about him constantly, his hands and mouth gliding over every inch of her body, making her scream with excitement. Hermione decided she needed a breathe of fresh air to get these disgusting thoughts out of her head. She was tired of watching Draco's entourage and Harry seemed to be doing fine without her. She really only came because Harry needed to make an appearance, and as his best friend he guilted Hermione into getting out of the library and coming with him since Cho was currently indisposed. (snicker, snicker)
Hermione wandered out into the corridor on her way to the courtyard, glad to be out of the stifling heat. Suddenly she was grabbed from behind and slammed hard enough to scrape her bare back against the wall. She did not have any defense as all wands were confiscated before any of the wizards or witches were allowed into the ballroom. She looked up into the steely grey eyes of none other than Draco Malfoy. She started to scream for help when he wrapped his tie around her mouth, gagging her. "Hey Granger, nice dress, did you wear slytherin colors just to get my attention, well you got it." Hermione tried to yell at him but her reply was muffled by his tie. Malfoy held her body still with his full length crushing her up against the wall, scraping more of her bared back. He had grown quite muscular over the years, the Quidditch games filling out his chest, shoulders and biceps, tapering down to his thin waste and nicely sculpted thighs, not that she had noticed. He only had to use one hand to hold both her hands above her head. His smirk firmly in place. His grey eyes seemed to glow in the darkened hallway.
Hermione tried to squirm out of is his embrace. He turned her around, pushing her face against the wall. He used his free hand to run his fingers down her bare, slightly bleeding back. The sight of her blood stimulating a very dark and dangerouse place within him. This left her bare back open for his torment. He started at her neck and ran his tongue down her spine to the bottom of the back of her dress, enjoying the metalic taste of the blood on her back mixed with her sweat. This alone was enough to almost make him loose control and fuck her now, instead of tormenting her as planned. The sight of some of her blood dripping underneath the back of her dress, made him follow the trail and slide his long pale fingers down the crack of her ass. Hermione squeaked through her gag. "Well mudblood, you are about to get fucked by a pureblood, and you can't do a damn thing about it. You have been tormenting me for years, thinking you're better than me, but I'll always be physically stronger than you, and will always dominate you, and you without your wand to hex me. I'm almost tempted to remove your gag just to hear you scream as I fuck you. You are still a virgin, aren't you? You know I can smell you. I have always been able to smell you, even from across a room. Now all I smell is your juices flowing for me. You want me don't you Granger, my pureblood cock pounding into you" Draco removed her gag, and Hermione could only gasp as Draco lifted her dress slowly up the back of her thighs, the cool air, making her tremble even more. Draco's hand slowly slid up the tender, untouched inside of her thighs. He put his finger in her mouth and she closed her lips around his finger sucking on it. She could feel Draco's thick hardness through his dress robes pressing into her. He removed his wet fingers from her mouth and slid one into her tight opening. Her juices already slicking her wet passage, allowing him to add another finger. Hermione arched her back, begging for more. Draco bit her neck as he pumped his fingers forcefully into her opening, hurting her. He rubbed his cock up againt her, but still not allowing her to feel his bare skin. Hermione was dying to feel his bare chest sliding against her back. Draco removed his fingers out if her hot hole, making a sucking sound pulling out of her slickness. He released her hands and turned her around. Her face flushed with desire. "Think about me Granger, you'll not be expecting me, but I'll be coming for you, and I mean that."
Draco walked into the Halloween Ball with the ever obnoxious Pug face Pansy Parkinson hanging onto his arm, gushing about how hot Draco was and how great they looked together. She was dressed to kill of course, in an orginal Vera Wang strapless red gown which looked great next to Draco in his black dress robes. Of course anyone would look great next to Draco. His blond hair had grown longer over the summer and was no longer greased back to his head. It hung past his shoulders, the silver white, gleaming on his black dress robes. His steel grey eyes were scanning the room with his usual bored expression. Pansy saw some friends and started dragging Draco towards them. Draco declined, stated he needed to get a drink. Snape had actually authorized the use of fire whiskey in the punch, with the assistance of Malfoy money, and Draco felt like he was going to need quite a bit to make it through the night. He could hear Pansy's high pitched screech from across the room, and decided he's better make it a double.
The incessant talking around him was driving him insane. Everyone wanted to spend time with Draco, now that his father Lucius had died in Azkaban and he had inherited everything. The money, the prestigie, and the dark power that had been passed donw through the generations, making Draco a very powerful wizard, only surpassed by Potter. He was now considered Lord of Malfoy Manor, with more money than he would ever be able to spend and devestating sexual appeal that came in quite handy when needed his cock sucked. Suddenly the ball room seemed to be clocked with a silencing charm. Draco looked to see what was causing the commmotion. The thought that people were looking at someone other than him really pissed him off! It was Granger of course, the fucking mudblood has been the bane of his existence for years. She had come with Harry fucking Potter. He knew they were not sexually involved. Harry was currently shagging Cho, whom everyong hated of course, but she was in the infirmary after being mysteriously hexed. She had huge boils on her face and neck, and Madame Pomfry was still trying to find the potion to clear it up. Rumors were that Ginny Weasley was still stewing over being dumped by Harry and was a suspect, but there was no way to prove anything. Harry looked dashing of course with his tousled black head of hair and his piercing green eyes, but is was Granger that captured his attention. She wore a silver shimmering satin Armani dress. A halter top, tied up with thin emerald covered straps, leaving her entire shapely back bare for his scorching view. There was a dark green organza stripe starting at the annex of her lower back and cascading down to the floor with a small train. Slytherin colors he tought to himself. She was stunning. Her beautiful chestnut hair not been piled on top of head like a beehive as it had been when she dated that prick Victor Krum. He remembered thinking it was a shame she was trying to look like someone she wasn't, her bushy hair was one of her tradmarks. Her hair now hung loose and and flowing down her back with silver ribbongs twined in her hair. The fucking mudblood seemed to best him at everything. He knew he was devestatingly handsome, and a fucking sex god at Hogwarts, but Granger was beatiful more talented in potions, one of the few he never shagged. He had wet dreams about her ofter, even calling out her name at inopportune moments that did not go well with his current fuck. Not that he wanted to soil himself with her half blood body, but the thought of her being submissive and under his control was a a definite temptation.
Hermione and Harry walked into the room, the enchanted ceiling of floating candles highlighting the pair as part of the pathetic golden trio. Everyone gathered around them, wanting to shine in the glory of the pair that had brought the vicious rule of Voldemort to an end. Now there was only one dark lord left, Harry Potter, and he wasted the power he amassed with bringing light and goodness to the wizarding world, blah, blah, blah...
Hermione saw Ron and Pavratti and left Harry's side to go talk with them. Ron and Hermione had tried dating a couple of years earlier, but being close friends, it felt too much like incest when they tried shagging in the common room. Ron looked riduculous as usual in the dress robes George had worn to the last yule ball. George was a good 5 inches taller and Ron didn't have the common sense to wear dress socks and nice shoes. His red and gold Gryffindor socks stuck out like a sore thumb, kind of matching his obnoxiously red hair. She still loved him though, he was after all one of his best friends. Pavratti looked very elegant as well in her white Versacci gown and Ron seemed pleasantly mesmerized with her appearance.
Hermione excused herself to get a drink at the bar. It was hot as hell in the converted ball room, with the crush of people body to body, and all the hot air circulating the room. Especially from Malfoy, the snotty git. He was holding his own court as usual, mostly surrounded by brainless bimbos all vying for his attention. He exuded sensuality from every pour. She was looking forward to the end of the year so she wouldn't have to see Malfoy's delicious face ever again! She dreamed about him constantly, his hands and mouth gliding over every inch of her body, making her scream with excitement. Hermione decided she needed a breathe of fresh air to get these disgusting thoughts out of her head. She was tired of watching Draco's entourage and Harry seemed to be doing fine without her. She really only came because Harry needed to make an appearance, and as his best friend he guilted Hermione into getting out of the library and coming with him since Cho was currently indisposed. (snicker, snicker)
Hermione wandered out into the corridor on her way to the courtyard, glad to be out of the stifling heat. Suddenly she was grabbed from behind and slammed hard enough to scrape her bare back against the wall. She did not have any defense as all wands were confiscated before any of the wizards or witches were allowed into the ballroom. She looked up into the steely grey eyes of none other than Draco Malfoy. She started to scream for help when he wrapped his tie around her mouth, gagging her. "Hey Granger, nice dress, did you wear slytherin colors just to get my attention, well you got it." Hermione tried to yell at him but her reply was muffled by his tie. Malfoy held her body still with his full length crushing her up against the wall, scraping more of her bared back. He had grown quite muscular over the years, the Quidditch games filling out his chest, shoulders and biceps, tapering down to his thin waste and nicely sculpted thighs, not that she had noticed. He only had to use one hand to hold both her hands above her head. His smirk firmly in place. His grey eyes seemed to glow in the darkened hallway.
Hermione tried to squirm out of is his embrace. He turned her around, pushing her face against the wall. He used his free hand to run his fingers down her bare, slightly bleeding back. The sight of her blood stimulating a very dark and dangerouse place within him. This left her bare back open for his torment. He started at her neck and ran his tongue down her spine to the bottom of the back of her dress, enjoying the metalic taste of the blood on her back mixed with her sweat. This alone was enough to almost make him loose control and fuck her now, instead of tormenting her as planned. The sight of some of her blood dripping underneath the back of her dress, made him follow the trail and slide his long pale fingers down the crack of her ass. Hermione squeaked through her gag. "Well mudblood, you are about to get fucked by a pureblood, and you can't do a damn thing about it. You have been tormenting me for years, thinking you're better than me, but I'll always be physically stronger than you, and will always dominate you, and you without your wand to hex me. I'm almost tempted to remove your gag just to hear you scream as I fuck you. You are still a virgin, aren't you? You know I can smell you. I have always been able to smell you, even from across a room. Now all I smell is your juices flowing for me. You want me don't you Granger, my pureblood cock pounding into you" Draco removed her gag, and Hermione could only gasp as Draco lifted her dress slowly up the back of her thighs, the cool air, making her tremble even more. Draco's hand slowly slid up the tender, untouched inside of her thighs. He put his finger in her mouth and she closed her lips around his finger sucking on it. She could feel Draco's thick hardness through his dress robes pressing into her. He removed his wet fingers from her mouth and slid one into her tight opening. Her juices already slicking her wet passage, allowing him to add another finger. Hermione arched her back, begging for more. Draco bit her neck as he pumped his fingers forcefully into her opening, hurting her. He rubbed his cock up againt her, but still not allowing her to feel his bare skin. Hermione was dying to feel his bare chest sliding against her back. Draco removed his fingers out if her hot hole, making a sucking sound pulling out of her slickness. He released her hands and turned her around. Her face flushed with desire. "Think about me Granger, you'll not be expecting me, but I'll be coming for you, and I mean that."