Draco x Hermione: A Short Story

The Betrayal

Hermione shot up from the desk. The library chair toppled down onto the hardwood floor.

"Draco, how could you?" she choked. Tears stung the corners of her eyes.

Draco looked up at her, horrified. "Hermione I-"

But she was already storming out of the room. Draco wrapped his hands around his head. How could this happen? Everything was going so well.

I'm the worst boyfriend ever, he thought, tugging at his hair. I'm terrible.

Hermione threw herself into a nearby closet and sobbed. She tried giving him the benefit of the doubt. She tried to make it work.

"Fucking Ginny!" she screamed at a mop. "Fuck!"

She could still see that red-headed bitch sucking off Draco's pretty face. Hermione's eyebrows furrowed as she recalled Ginny's tongue pressing against his as her hands groped his soft ass.

She bit her lip. She did love that ass. Despite the shapelessness of the Slytherin robes, Draco's tight buttocks could almost always be seen through the fabric. When he walked, his hips swayed in a way that-

Hermione involuntarily moaned. Shit. Even when she was angry at Draco, she still couldn't stop feeling seduced. It was the very memory of him that got her like this.

She tilted her head back against the wall and closed her eyes. It was a bright and cold November morning at Hogwarts when she caught him with Ginny. She was going to visit him actually. But as Hermione rounded the corner, she saw the man she loved pressed up against cobblestone, with a slobbering bitch all over him. Ginny's hands had already pushed Draco's outer robes off, exposing the crevices of his clothing. Her fingers were fiddling with the buttons of his pants before Hermione pushed her off and dragged Draco to the library. She wanted to give him a chance to explain himself, to say that Ginny had put him under a spell, or that it was a joke, anything. But Draco could only look down at his hands and whisper out an apology.

It was only one time Hermione, he said. It was an accident.

Hermione buried her hands in her brown curly hair and sobbed again. Stupid Ginny. Stupid her for loving him.

The memory of exchanging their first "I love you"s was still fresh in her mind. They were walking outside school grounds in the rain, just chatting about things that didn't matter. The sky blazed with light for a second and rain poured down so much so that their robes stuck to their skin. Draco had pulled her into the shadow of a nearby tree. Upon seeing her wet state, he grinned and pulled at the strap of her bra, letting it snap back into her shoulder. Hermione had lightly punched him and could feel the heat radiating from his torso.

He pulled her waist and leaned down to kiss her. His hands moved down to her ass and he squeezed it so hard she moaned into his mouth. Hermione let her own hands explore his body. She traced his ab lines, moving up towards his nipples. When she got there, they were already hard from cold and arousal. She let her pointer fingers lightly circle the mounds before moving again to his neck and pulling him closer.

Their bodies had melted into one another. Hermione's cheeks were flushed a bright red and when she cracked her eyes open for a second, she could see that Draco was the same.

When they finally pulled apart, he had whispered those three words that put her in absolute ecstasy. And she had whispered it back.

Hermione's pussy tingled. Fuck.

"Colloportus!" she said, pointing her wand at the doorknob. Gathering her robes, she pulled them up around her waist. Her hands delved into her pants, searching for that little nub.

Her sex was already wet and sensitive from shaving last night. Slowly, she rubbed her clitoris in small, pressurized circles. Groaning, she extended her legs out and spread them wide, allowing for more access to the nub. She brutally exploited her clit, moving her hand and applying just enough pressure to make the experience pleasurable. Her fingers touched her leaking pussy juices, causing them to spread upwards. The friction between her hand and the newly lubricated surface caused wet squelching noises to bounce off the walls of the small room.

Hermione grunted and moved her hips up. There was no thought of Draco's infidelity, of Ginny's backstabbing attitude, or of her own foolishness. There was only a need for release, for that sweet orgasm that would bring her the high she so desperately craved.

Her breath caught suddenly. Oh fuck. This was the fastest she had ever been. Hermione's breathing quickened and her hand moved faster against her clitoris. She rocked her hips and imagined she was riding a handsome man's dick.

The imagery of the gorgeous anonymous man pushed her over the edge. Her toes curled from the force of her orgasm and she bit the inside of her cheek to suppress a scream.

And then it was over. Hermione sat, legs splayed over the tile floor and listened to her breath. Her mind was much clearer now.

Then, the doorknob jiggled. "Alohomora!" a muffled voice said.

Hermione had no time to react before the door swung upon, revealing her naked bottom half to the hallway.