A/N: This was just supposed to be a one shot, but if you guys like it I might continue this story.
Intoxicating
"Ron! Have you seen Hermione?" Harry asked, while piling food onto his plate
"Nope, not at all mate!" He said with a mouthful of mashed potatoes.
"Where is she? This is not like her to be late!" Harry exclaimed as he glanced around the Great Hall for Hermione.
This was the beginning of their last year at Hogwarts, and Hermione Granger was not there for the opening ceremony. Harry had spoken briefly to her on the train, but only briefly.
"Hermione has changed!" Harry said, slumping in his chair.
"You're bloody right about that!"
Harry was about to take a sip of his pumpkin juice when the doors to the Great Hall swung open. Everyone turned their heads towards them. Harry about spit out his mouth full of pumpkin juice when he saw Hermione and Ron's eyes about popped out of socket in complete shock. Harry and Ron exchanged frightened looks.
Hermione was wearing a short red pleated skirt with a white button-up blouse that revealed a certain amount of her cleavage. Her long curly hair lay over her shoulders perfectly. She had on black which came up to her knees. All eyes in the Great Hall were still glued to Hermione Granger as she took her seat next to Harry.
"Er…Hermione…what's this all about?" He muttered.
"I thought I would try something different Harry!" She said, smirking at him.
Ron just looked at her. He kept smacking himself mentally for staring at her perfectly round breasts, which were revealed by the thin piece of material covering them. On more than one occasion during the opening ceremony, Harry caught himself staring at Hermione's body as well. He had to remind himself not to do it that she was his best friend, but he couldn't help but wonder what was beneath that mini skirt of hers. Even Neville Longbottom could not keep his eyes off of Hermione. She caught him staring and promised that she would hex him next time.
"Why were you late?" Harry asked nervously, trying to make conversation.
"Is that really any of your business Harry?" She snapped, tossing her curls over her shoulders.
"She was probably studying already!" Ron laughed.
"Seriously Ron, there is more to school than books and quizzes!" She hissed.
Harry and Ron made their way to their potions class, and took their usual seat. Hermione was late again. For the last six years Hermione was usually the first on in all of her classes, but now she was late.
"Has she gone mad?" Ron whispered to Harry.
"I hope not Ron!"
"Potter!" A voice drawled from across the room.
Harry turned to meet Draco Malfoy's silver eyes along with his trademark smirk.
"What Malfoy?"
"I heard you're little mud blood friend has been shagging with some of the other students!" He laughed.
"Shut up Malfoy! You don't know what you're talking about!" Harry retorted.
"Well, you didn't hear it from me, Potter, but this morning I heard that she got rather friendly with some random Ravenclaw!"
"You don't know what you're talking about Malfoy!" Ron hissed.
"Oh Weasel, let it go! I am sure you will get your turn sometime." He sneered.
The conversation ended abruptly when Professor Snape strolled into the room. His eyes glared at each and every student as he started the lecture on how to broil an aging potion. Snape was instructing the most important step of the process when Hermione came rushing in the door. Everyone's attention turned from Snape directly to Hermione especially Ron and Harry's.
"Miss Granger, do you mind explaining yourself?" Snape growled.
"Sorry Professor, I'd rather not discuss my personal life with you!" She snapped.
Ron and Harry glared at each other in horror. This was certainly not like the Hermione Granger they knew. She was never late for a class, never; and she was certainly not the type to smart off to a professor, especially if that professor was Snape. This was not like her at all and the two of them started to worry.
"Since you cannot seem to come to class on time I am deducting twenty points from Gryffindor, and due to your attitude I am awarding you a detention. I will see you after class, Miss Granger!" Snape bellowed as he returned his focus back on to the potion.
"Granger, I can't think of a reason you would be late unless you were busy shagging that Ravenclaw friend of yours!" Draco snickered.
"Shove it Draco Malfoy! It is none of your business on what detained me from coming to class!" She huffed, tossing her hair over her shoulders.
Draco could not help but watch the Gryffindor. Her curly hair lay perfectly against her back while her white blouse revealed a fair amount of her breasts, and if her skirt got any shorter Draco could have probably seen her panties. He could feel blood rushing to his cock, slowly bringing it to life. He tried to shake the images from his head, but it did not work. He was just unable to concentrate on the potion making, he was fixated with Hermione Granger and that scared him.
"Mr. Malfoy, would you care to share why you are not paying attention in class?" Snape hissed again, slamming his hand down on a table.
"Sorry Professor!" Draco mumbled.
"You will join Miss Granger in detention after class!"
Draco groaned. He turned and glanced at Hermione who just happened to be staring back at him.
"Oh this is going to be so much fun isn't, Malfoy?" She whispered.
"Loads, Granger! Loads of fun!"
All of the other students filled out into the hallways except for Hermione, Ron, Harry and Draco.
"Hermione, you alright?" Ron asked. "You have been acting…well…rather odd today?"
"Ron, you mustn't worry about me! I am a big girl!" She said, sending Malfoy a devilish smirk.
"Ron's right ya know. You haven't been yourself. Something bothering you?" Harry asked.
"Boys, I'm fine. Now you two should mind your own business!"
Rolling their eyes, Harry and Ron both left the classroom and made their way to the Gryffindor common Room.
Hermione was left in the room with two of the most hated Slytherin's, Snape and Draco.
"I want both of you to write down all of the ingredients in the aging potion and what their effect is." Snape demanded.
Both of the students groaned as he walked out of the room. Draco kept looking over at Hermione and the way her breasts peeked out of her white blouse. His eyes traced over every single curve of her body, starting with her neck and down to her legs, which he couldn't help but notice where spread slightly apart. Biting his tongue, Draco could feel his cock pressing against his trousers. Her legs were a nice bronze color and very firm. His eyes wondered from her ankles all the way up to her inner thighs, hoping to catch a glimpse of her panties.
"Malfoy, I hope you know it's not polite stare!" She hissed, slowly running her tongue over her lips very slowly, maintaining a glaze into his grey eyes.
Chills spread rapidly through out his body as he watched Hermione trace around the shape of her breasts against the sheer material which barely covered them. Getting up from her seat, Hermione approached Draco, not losing eye contact with him. Swallowing loudly, Draco bit his lower lip as he watched the Gryffindor straddle his lap.
"What do you want, Granger?" he choked.
"You!" She hissed, running her tongue along the nape of his neck and ear.
His body shuddered. He could feel the warmness of her center press against his throbbing erection. Draco just wanted to rip all of her clothes off of her tiny body and ravish her. Placing his hands on her shoulders, Draco pulled Hermione down to meet her lips with his. Her warm spicy sent along with her sweet vanilla flavor intoxicated Draco as he forced his tongue into her mouth. The soft kiss intensified as their tongues intertwined with one another. Wrapping his fingers around her curly strands, Draco grinded himself against her, causing her to catch her breath and moan. He wanted to feel her warmth against his aching erection; he wanted to fuck her hard.
The more Draco continued rubbing his erection against her wet panties, the more he wanted to cum and the harder he wanted to fuck her. Grasping her breasts firmly in his hand, Malfoy licked and sucked at each one. Hermione tossed her head back moaning, as the softness and warmth of his tongue flicked across her nipples, teasing each one of them. One of Draco's slid in between Hermione's thigh, gasping at her hot soaked center, making him want to cum right then.
"Malfoy", she hissed, tossing her head back in pure pleasure.
Two of his fingers rubbed against her hot mound, as his thumb rolled her clit around slowly.
"Malfoy!" She moaned again.
The way his name sounded when it came from his lips made him whimper in pleasure as his cock was no begging to be released from its restraints.
"Malfoy! I want you to fuck me!" She ordered.
He didn't ask any questions, but simply slid off her silky red underwear and tossed them in the floor. Hermione fondled with his belt buckle and finally discarded his trousers with her underwear.
Placing his hands around her tiny waist, the tip of Malfoy's erection poked at her entrance. Slowly his tip slipped inside of her. Gasping at his intrusion, Hermione carefully slid her self fully on top of Draco until he was completely inside of her. The feeling was overwhelming. She was extremely tight against his cock, making his body shudder. He started thrusting his hips easily, letting her get used to the feeling of him inside of her. His hands slid up her body, grabbing her breasts firmly as he pressed his lips against hers. The kiss was violent and rough as their tongues fought feverishly at one another, biting and nibbling on her lower lip.
"Harder, Malfoy!" Hermione breathed into his ear, causing electric pulses to surge through out his entire body.
He obliged to the Gryffindor's orders. Thrusting his cock deep inside of her tightness, Hermione began riding him. Draco was soon slamming his cock deep into her tight wet pussy rapidly, causing her to cry out in pleasure. Her thin body bounced up and down on the Slytherin's cock vigorously, digging her hands into his back, as she nibbled on his neck leaving him a few love bites. The sound of skin slapping against skin along with cries of pleasure filled the air, as Draco thrust his cock effortlessly into her, with no intentions of slowing down.
"Malfoy…fuck…oh…gods!" She breathed heavily, riding him briskly.
Both of them were soaked in each other's body juice as Draco slipped a hand between her legs, he started rubbing her clit rapidly. Hermione's body began to tremble and shake with pleasure as she felt her own orgasm approach. Draco could feel her walls tighten against his cock as he fucked her hard.
"MALFOY!" She cried out, as she went over the edge.
The feeling of Hermione's juice soaking his own cock was enough to send Draco over the edge as well. With one hard last thrust, Malfoy exploded shooting hot streams of his cum deep inside of Hermione.
Breathing heavily, Hermione collapsed against Draco's green shirt. She was too tired to move; her body felt completely numb along with Draco's. Hermione looked up into his cold grey eyes only to meet his gaze.
"Damn, Granger!" He breathed. "That was bloody hot!"
"I know!" She smirked.
Both of the bodies jumped when they heard footsteps coming towards the classroom. Hermione quickly put her underwear back on, and Draco put his trousers back on as well. Hermione had gone back to her original seat and began working on the essay just as soon as Snape appeared in the doorway.
"If you have not finished your essay, I expect to see it first thing in the morning!" He ordered.
Smirking at him, Hermione cast Draco a 'we got lucky' look before picking up her rolls of parchment and walking out of the class room leaving a breathless and intoxicated Draco behind.