Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter.

Revised 4/30/13

Hermione hurried down the corridor, clutching quite of few books in her hands. She just got back from studying at the library and she was hurrying back somewhere, but she wasn't sure where. All she knew was that she needed to hurry, something was coming...

She was in such a rush that she wasn't watching where she was going. BAM! Hermione had collided into someone and fell back on her butt, the books spilling everywhere.

"Watch where you're going Granger." A cold voice said.

Hermione looked up and stared straight into the eyes of Draco Malfoy. He towered over her with a smirk on his face. The witch blushed and tore her eyes away. She quickly gathered her books in her arms and stood up, avoiding the blonde's piercing gaze.

"S-Sorry Malfoy." She mumbled, and attempted to bypass him but he stood in her way.

"Where do you think you're going?" He asked.

Now Hermione was annoyed. "Get out of my way, Malfoy." She snapped.

Malfoy chuckled and took a step toward her, and she took a step back. He slapped the books from her hands, and before she could even protest he grabbed her hips and pushed her against a wall hidden in shadows. Hermione gasped had tried pushing him away, but his body was against hers and he was much stronger than her. He fished her wand out of her pocket and threw it behind him.

"What do you want? Get off me!" She gasped.

Malfoy shut her up with a hot kiss, shoving his tongue in her mouth. She tried pushing him away again. He broke the kiss and began teasing her neck with hot kisses.

"Malfoy, stop it!" She said, her voice shaking.

She tried pushing him off again, but all she could do was grip his shoulders. The Slytherin wizard snickered in her ear, and for some reason the sound turned her on.

"Your mouth says no, but you body begs to differ. Don't worry, I'll have that mouth of yours begging and screaming," He whispered huskily in her ear, before he began kissing her neck again.

His hands left her hips and began groping her breasts through her uniform. The brunette couldn't resist him. He went to kiss her again, and she accepted him, letting his tongue invade her mouth. Malfoy grabbed her hips again and hoisted her up so her legs wrapped around his waist. He moved her underwear aside so he could slip a finger inside her.

Hermione moaned and bit down on her lower lip. "Oh, god..."

Malfoy smiled and teased her entrance with his fingers. When she begged for more he snickered again and slipped his fingers out so he could unbutton his pants. His pants and boxers dropped to his ankles, and he positioned himself at Hermione's entrance.

"Get ready," he said, and pushed inside her. Hermione cried out as Malfoy began moving his hips against hers. The witch's thighs gripped his hips tighter, and she moaned his name over and over.

"Oh, oh, Draco, yes, yes!" She gasped, as he thrust faster.

He snickered in her ear again. "Yeah, that's it."

Hermione could feel herself reaching her peak. She gripped the blonde's body for dear life as he increased his movements. Malfoy grunted over and over.

"Dr-Draco, oh my god I'm coming..." She screamed.

Malfoy smiled as he gave her a few more powerful thrusts before her orgasm hit her hard. She screamed his name and her voice echoed through the halls.

"Good girl..." He breathed.

Hermione could feel her body shaking. "Draco..."

Hermione Granger snapped awake. She was sweating and she could feel a warm wetness in between her legs. She groaned in frustration and rose from her bed. That was the fourth time this week where she had an erotic dream concerning Draco Malfoy. She was disgusted with herself, yet she couldn't get over it. She found the blonde wizard to be dangerously sexy, and the fact that he was a Slytherin made him even hotter. The forbidden fruit, no doubt.

She was completely under his spell. She thought of him night and day, thought of how hot it would be to have him over her, thrusting those lovely hips into her...Hermione shook her head. Alas, they were nothing but fantasies. The pureblood wizard would never give her pitiful existence a second thought. He only thought of her as a filthy mudblood.

Crestfallen, she hauled herself out of bed and prepared for the day. It was a Thursday and she was dragging Harry and Ron to the library to study for an upcoming Potions exam. Not that she needed it, but they sure did.

Hermione's day seemed to go by swiftly. Her head was so engrossed with schoolwork that thoughts of Draco didn't dare to creep in. By the afternoon she, Harry, and Ron were in the library. Their was table was covered in books that listed the ingredients for the potion they were to make for their Potions exam the next day. Hermione sat at the table bored while the boys poured over the books. She had memorized the ingredients ages ago. She could make it with her eyes closed. Sighing, she propped her head on her hand as her thoughts began to drift over to Draco, who just happened to sit across the library with his Slytherin cronies.

Suddenly, Hermione felt herself grow very hot, like someone had increased the temperature in the room. The brunette fanned herself a little. She was pretty sure it was just her, for no one else was complaining. She shifted in her seat. Then she felt two hands rubbing her body.

Hermione immediately sat up and looked at herself. There was nothing there, but she could still feel a very strange presence. Then she felt the hands again move up and down her body. Hermione squirmed in her seat. The hands rubbed her chest, down to her stomach, down to her thighs, and made their way up her skirt.

The Gryffindor student abruptly stood. Harry and Ron were startled and looked up at her questioningly.

She gulped and said in a shaky voice, "Excuse me."

She spun around and hurried to lose herself in the books shelves. Breathing deeply, she leaned against a shelf. The hands returned again and they began rubbing her thighs. Hermione shook her legs, but the hands persisted. They rushed up her skirt and grabbed her crotch. She stood frozen against the shelf and pursed her lips as they pulled down her underwear.

"Please stop." She whispered.

It did no good, because she felt an invisible finger enter her. She gasped and covered her mouth. The finger moved faster while the other hand caressed her thigh. Hermione's breathing increased dramatically. She wanted it stop, but at the same time she didn't. It felt so surreal to her.

She whimpered, praying to God that no one would walk her way, especially Harry or Ron. Another finger was added and Hermione bit down into her hand to stifle her moaning. The fingers knew where exactly where to touch her for now they were stimulating her G-Spot.

Hermione trembled and stifled her deep moan as she came into the invisible hand, which did not stop fingering until her orgasm was done. With one last caress it was done, and the hands disappeared. Hermione's legs almost buckled beneath her as she attempted to walk. She was still in a state of shock when she staggered back to the front of the library where Harry and Ron were still studying.

"Hermione, are you alright?" Harry asked as she walked over to the table.

She looked quite flushed, she was sweaty, and her breathing hadn't return to normal.

Ron studied her before saying, "Yeah, you look kinda sick."

Hermione sighed and collected her books, her movements shaky. She felt way too disoriented, but she needed to leave. Fast.

"I'm-I'm fine boys. Look, I'm heading back to the common room. I don't feel so well. I'll be fine," she answered, gathering her books in her arms.

Harry stood to help her. "You want us to come with you? We could take a break."

Hermione waved him off. "You two need to study. I already know this. I'll be fine." She assured them and began to hurry out of the library.

"Bye!" She called over her shoulder. Harry and Ron looked at each other and reluctantly went back to work.

Hermione hurried through the halls. She felt guilty lying to her friends, but there was no way she could possibly stay in the library.

What was that?

Never had she felt something so...unreal. She knew everything there was to know about magic, but she never heard (let alone experienced) magic like that. Maybe it was some form of voodoo, but who could do that? Why her? It was creepy, but she couldn't help admitting that it turned her on. She never had been touched like that before.

So absorbed in her thoughts, Hermione didn't realize she took a wrong turn and was heading down a different corridor. What literally knocked her out of her thoughts was the fact that she tripped, and her books spilled out in front of her. She cursed herself and kneeled so she could collect her books.

"Hello there, Granger." A cold voice drawled.

The brunetter froze and turned her head. Behind her stood Draco Malfoy, leering down at her with a smirk. She looked away and picked up the rest of her books, trying not to let him see her blush.

"Hullo." she muttered.

She stood and attempted to walk away. Draco moved into her way.

"What's the rush?" he asked.

Hermione looked down at her feet. She was starting to feel uncomfortable in Malfoy's presence, especially since this was starting to resemble her dream.

"What's the matter Granger? You looked quite flustered." Malfoy observed, that smirk still on his face.

Hermione looked at him and shook her head. "I'm fine." She said softly.

She wanted to get going, but she couldn't move. Malfoy took the books from her hands and dropped them on the floor. Before she could protest, the blonde wizard grabbed her and shoved her to the left against a door.

No, this isn't happening, she thought. Malfoy snickered and with one motion slid his hand up her skirt to feel her panties.

"You're still wet." He said, rubbing her there.

Hermione gasped. "Was...Was that you? How did you do that?" she asked. She must be dreaming.

Malfoy pushed his body against hers. "Magic, my dear. It's a little trick. I can't tell you how, it's a secret," he whispered.

He grabbed her chin and pulled her in for a hot kiss. Hermione tried pushing him away, although she knew every well that she was enjoying this. Malfoy broke away, and began sucking her neck. Hermione sighed, and tried feigning resistance.

"Malfoy, please. Why are you doing this?" She asked.

"You've been haunting my dreams, Granger. I've been fantasizing about having my way with you." He said in between kisses.

Hermione couldn't believe her ears. Draco Malfoy fantasizes about me? This was definitely a dream. There was no way this was happening. But then again, hadn't she wanted this? She dreamed nightly of Malfoy pleasuring her, and the fact that her dream was coming true was a bit frightening. He ground his hips against hers. The witch could feel his bulge rubbing against her crotch. This was wrong on so many levels. It was Draco Malfoy, the enemy! But those lips...they were making her melt. How could she resist?

Malfoy reached behind her and opened the door. They both stumbled into a classroom, and Hermione backed away as Malfoy locked the door. She backed up into a desk and the blonde wizard pushed her so she was lying down, then climbed on top of her. He began kissing her roughly again, his hand making their way inside her uniform.

"Malfoy, please...don't" she tried pleading again, but her body was reacting to his torture.

Malfoy stopped and placed his finger on her lips. "Shhhh, no more resisting. We both know very well that you want this," He whispered.

His hand slipped inside her clothes and fondled one of her breasts. Hermione whimpered again. She decided to do what he said. What's wrong with letting someone have her when she wanted it right back?

Tired of meaningless foreplay, Malfoy made his way down Hermione's body. He hiked up her skirt and pulled down her underwear. Hermione propped herself up on her elbows so see what he was doing. He looked at her and smirked, and then buried his face in between her legs and slipped his tongue inside her.

Hermione's head hung back and she moaned softly. Malfoy's tongue moved like a serpent inside her, stroking her inner walls and flicking her clitoris. She held onto the blonde's head to hold him in place. The tip of his tongue massaged her G-Spot, and abruptly pushed against it. Hermione cried out and fell back onto the desk.

"Right there." She breathed, running her fingers through Malfoy's hair.

Malfoy smiled to himself and stroked her sweet spot roughly, eliciting loud cries from the Gryffindor student. She arched her back as she came into Malfoy's greedy mouth, and he happily devoured her juices. He sat up and licked his lips, looking down at her.

"You taste delicious." He complimented.

Malfoy then shrugged off his robe and unbuttoned his pants, pulling them down to his ankles.

"Yes, I've been waiting for this." She said, eagerly watching him. He smirked at her, and rubbed his shaft.

"Well, I won't make you wait any longer." He replied.

He mounted her and positioned himself at her entrance. "This will hurt a bit, precious," he whispered.

Hermione bit her lower lip and hissed as Malfoy pushed into her. He moved slowly to ease her pain as she whimpered and blinked back tears. But the sharp pain was conquered by the overflowing pleasure that hit her, and she moaned his name in encouragement.

"Oh, Draco..."

The sound of her voice turned him on even more, and he began to thrust faster and harder in her. She wrapped her legs around his waist and moved with him.

"Harder...Oh god Draco, please" she moaned.

Her blonde lover propped himself on his hands and pounded into her hard. Hermione's moans became more and more high pitched. Malfoy grunted with each thrust, her moans motivating him more and more. He kissed her, and she held onto him tightly.

"Ah, ah, ah, ah...Draco, I'm coming!" she cried.

Malfoy moved faster and gasped, "Almost there."

With one final thrust, Hermione was hit hard by a wave of pleasure that rolled through her. She arched her back and screamed. Malfoy's climax soon followed hers, and he groaned loudly. His hands gave way and he collapsed on top of her. They laid there until their breathing returned to normal. Malfoy snickered in her ear.

"Fantasy fulfilled."

He got up and pulled his pants back on. Hermione was still in a daze as she got up and put her underwear back on. Malfoy led her to the door.

Before he opened it for her, he whispered in her ear, "Don't worry. You'll be feeling my cock soon again." Hermione gulped.

The wizard opened the door and pushed her out. Her books were still on the floor and she picked them up. Malfoy looked around to make sure no one was coming. Hermione began walking back to the Gryffindor common room while he headed in the opposite direction towards Slytherin.

She returned to the common room. Harry and Ron were there, and stood up to greet her.

"Hey Hermione. We thought you would be here already." Harry said.

Hermione merely smiled. "I went out for some fresh air. It did good." She walked away and headed to the Girl's Dormitories.

Hermione threw her books onto the floor and fell into bed. She smiled to herself. She had him. After many sexual frustrated nights, she finally had him. She couldn't believe that Draco Malfoy actually had sex with her. However, Hermione did feel guilty that she had screwed with the enemy. But that made it even hotter.

Don't worry. You'll be feeling my cock soon again.

She couldn't wait.