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Hermione whimpers into her pillow, her vibrator firmly pressed against her clit as her legs shook with an impending orgasm. She rocked her hips, grinding against the toy, back and forth as her moans grew louder, even when they were muffled by the pink plush pillow under her head.
Her eyes rolled back as wetness gushed from between her thighs on the duvet underneath her. She felt her body go rigid under the pressure, and her toy's incessant buzz. It was like her primal, base urge had fully taken over, her body rutting repeatedly, even though her clit was now overly sensitive.
"Fuck, Draco!” His name came out a breathless gasp as she finished cumming and the air left her lungs. Her fingers shakily found the power button below her hips and the humming stopped, leaving her ragged pants as the only source of sound. Embarrassment flooded her veins as she swallowed, forcing air back into her body with shallow gasps. She was mortified at the fact Draco Malfoy was the only name that came to mind in that moment, it was something that she was continuing to struggle with. No matter what, the only thing that could make her cum that hard were thoughts of him.
He was the bane of her existence, who probably got off on making her life difficult. More importantly, he was her stepbrother. Her cocky, condescending, arrogant, disgustingly attractive, older stepbrother that she hated with every fiber in her being, and had since his father married her mother in France two years ago.
That she also wanted to fuck until she was creaming around his thick cock, and crying because he would overstimulate and degrade her, calling her a pretty little whore while he was fucking into the deepest parts of her.
It was depraved, yes, but her faith in God had waned when Draco first came into her life. Her mother had been going on and on about blending the families, when the relationship had gotten serious enough to warrant the two meeting; and when Hermione saw Draco for the first time, she was wet just by looking at him. She had to have been looking at the devil, because there was no way God would make a man as gorgeous as him. It was downright sinful. With his platinum hair, and half unbuttoned dark grey shirt, tailored trousers that molded to his lean, sculpted frame. All Hermione could think in that moment was how many times the muscles in his abs would twitch when she ran her tongue down them as she sank to her knees.
He barely glanced her direction when she introduced herself and put her hand out. His father, Lucius, scowled and shoved him forward slightly.
"Play nice, Draco.” A huff of annoyed breath escaped the younger blonde as his larger hand dwarfed hers entirely.
"Wish I could say ‘nice to meet you’ but then I’d be a liar.” The tone of his voice, paired with the obvious disdain for her very existence, made her teeth clench so hard she thought they’d break.
Of course he’s a prat! She thought. A gorgeous, fucking bastard of a prat.
Helen, Hermione’s mother, just chuckled at the interaction, citing it’s just the way of teenagers in this day and age.
“They’ll be thick as thieves, one day, my love.” She said to Lucius on their wedding day. Hermione and Draco still weren’t getting along as their parents had wished. Lucius had hoped that would change when Helen and Hermione formally moved into the manor.
That was seven-hundred-and-thirty days ago. But who was counting? Hermione, upon moving in, was enrolled in Manchester, the same preparatory school as Draco. Luckily, she never had the displeasure of seeing him outside of dismissal. He’d be surrounded by a gaggle of giggling, vapid rich girls who hung on to every word he said like it was gospel. And she'd be passing them to walk to the bus stop. Draco never said a word to her, nor would she with him. Though, comments seemed to follow them in passing.
“I heard Draco fucked Pansy Parkinson at Blaise’s party last weekend, apparently he was the biggest she’s had,” said a girl, somewhat muffled by a locker when Hermione was at hers, her ears perking up upon hearing Draco’s name. She scoffed quietly and grimaced in disgust while subconsciously squeezing her thighs together under her uniform skirt.
"The things I’d do for a night with him are absolutely wicked. He could ruin my life after he fucked me and I’d probably say thank you,” another girl replied, probably leaning to the other side of her friend who spoke first, before the metal slammed shut and the pair walked off.
Of course the girls making those claims were absolutely Draco’s type, and Hermione knew that they were dying for a piece of him.
After all, shamefully, so was she.
Draco of course heard comments about Hermione too.
Swot,
Know-it-all,
Insufferable,
Prude,
Bitch.
Nothing more than words uttered under angry breaths as she bested all of their classmates, him included. She wasn’t popular like he was. Most of his friends asked how he tolerated her at home, and he was honest. He tolerated her with good old fashioned torment. Making fun of her curly hair, her freckled skin, her uptight attitude, and making the oh-so pleasant request of removing the stick she kept lodged up her ass so she wouldn’t embarrass him when he brought other friends, or quick fucks, around the manor.
That comment went over as well as he expected. She punched him in the face, and his nose was broken before she finished walking up to her room and slamming the door.
It was the hardest he’d ever been, and he was chasing that feeling ever since.
Draco would never outright admit he found Hermione attractive, because he did. There was something utterly, captivatingly pure about her. She was doe-eyed, with a small nose, with plump lips on her heart-shaped face that she would bite when she was concentrating, or nervous. Then there was her hair, cascading down her back in thick, caramel colored ringlets that held on to the scent of the strawberry shampoo she used.
He often fantasized about how soft they would be clutched in his fist as she sucked him off. He thought about the way her honey-colored gaze would lock on his with a challenge, as she worked on taking his thick, throbbing cock into the back of her throat. Most girls couldn’t take him, but she would; the version of her he saved for the moments where he fucked his hand. Even in his fantasies, he wanted Hermione to prove herself, and in the darkest parts of his mind, he wanted to make her submit. To turn her fucking brain off while he rendered her to nothing more than his own personal fucktoy, a drooling mess as she deepthroated him, and a mindless whore when he pumped her cunt full of cum.
It was July, and the summer heat this year had been absolutely sweltering. For the first time since the season began, Draco had opted to stay home for the weekend, in the air conditioned manor. Outside by the pool, laid Hermione in the sun, reading a book, dressed in a pair of ripped jean shorts and a tank top. Her curls were pulled away from her face and twisted up with a pencil. Draco sighed, stretching, and grinning like the Cheshire Cat as he prepared to ruin her carefully crafted peace.
His feet padded across the hardwood as he slid the glass door open and closed before he stepped into the backyard, the pool glimmering with the gentle laps of chlorine scented water.
Hermione made no move to acknowledge the presence on the deck.
"Having fun, little sister?” She didn’t look up as she flipped the page. “I think it’s too hot to read.”
"You would. Hard to read when all your brain power is wasted on sleeping with girls that have an IQ in the negatives,” Hermione muttered, still not looking at the man before her, missing the way his gaze sharpened.
"Mm. I do have a knack for that, fucking girls brainless, that is. I haven’t had complaints yet. Well, technically, that’s not true. They complain they can’t walk well the next day,” Draco said with a shrug, waiting for a reaction.
"I’m sure that inflates your already large ego to terrifying levels. How do you survive?” Her deadpan delivery made Draco chuckle.
“Reading your pathetic little smut books, are you? Ballsy of you to let them see the light of day.”
"Would you like to borrow them, Draco? I’m happy to lend. It could actually help you visualize how women can reach an orgasm. A real one.” Draco huffed out a laugh, his shadow falling over her, making her honey eyes finally glance up to the cold expression on his face.
"You think you’re so fucking clever, don’t you, Granger?” His voice dropped to a whisper as his fingers skirted along the spine of the worn leather in her hands. Hermione rolled her eyes, gulping at his close proximity.
"I know, I’m clever, Draco. How else would I be consistently besting you and your little entourage in every course?” She said sweetly before swallowing and forcing a smirk on her lips. She watched a pale brow shoot to his hairline. His fingers ripped the book from her hands and threw it on a glass table beside her with a clunk before he caged her in on the lounger, forcing her body to curve further along the fabric, her fingers digging into the tan skin of her thighs. He was too close. He could probably see her pulse hammering in her throat if he looked hard enough.
"Hm. I suppose you’re right. You do best me in terms of education. You’ve always been a self-righteous little fucking know-it-all, haven’t you? Everyone in school knows that. I heard it every day. You, putting people in their places with that same attitude you constantly give me.”
His fingers went to her chin as he tilted his head, his mercury eyes boring into hers. “One of these days, princess, you’re going to fuck with the wrong person, and the cause of that will be your smart fucking mouth.” Draco's venom made the familiar heat of arousal thrum low in her stomach. She could feel a warmth starting in her cunt. Her thighs flexed instinctively, and Draco hadn’t noticed. They held their stare for a few more seconds before Draco’s other hand went to the back pocket of his shorts. She heard a faint rustle of what sounded like plastic before he brought his hand back into her view.
A Blow-Pop. He unwrapped it, his eyes never leaving hers. She watched him, curiously as he held the candy towards her, the head of it bright candy-apple red.
“Open.” She did. He slid it inside her mouth and past her teeth, the hard outer-shell clinking against the enamel as the artificial cherry flavor hit her taste buds. The weight of the candy on her tongue as she closed her lips, watching Draco’s fingers fall from the stem with a cool expression. He made no move to step back, he just watched her stare at him with the lollipop shifting around in her mouth. Hermione blushed.
"Good girl. Keep that mouth occupied. It will keep you out of trouble.” Then he stepped back, allowing the warmth of the sun to fall back over her blushed skin. He threw the book she was reading back on her lap before he turned and walked in the house. The click of the glass door shutting had been the only noise she heard over the blood pumping in her ears.
Hermione knew one thing for sure.
Her panties were absolutely ruined.
Draco knew he crossed a line as soon as he pushed that lollipop through her plump lips, but the way she just… accepted it, almost made him cum in his pants. Part of him wanted to tell her to pull it out of her mouth and push it back in to see if she’d actually listen, if she’d get what he was implying. Of course she would, but he just wanted to see her face. The way her pupils dilated when he told her she’d eventually fuck with the wrong person, and her not knowing she already had.
Fuck, Draco felt euphoric. Watching Hermione look at him with such a fractured confusion while she sucked a lollipop was something his darkest fantasies were made of.
The minute he slammed his bedroom door shut, his fingers were wrapped around his leaking cock, and he came embarrassingly fast. He grunted through clenched teeth as he finished into an old t-shirt that had been crumpled on the floor.
"Fuck. Hermione.” He thought about the noises she probably made, little whimpers because she was probably embarrassed of touching herself. The way her cunt would pulse when the pads of her little fingers would snake over her clit. Would her body flush red the closer she got? Had she ever thought about him? His body was buzzing with the potential of it all, the complete taboo of it.
If she hadn't already, she would now. And that depraved part of his brain lit up. He’d never be able to look at a cherry Blow-Pop again without thinking of that look in her eyes when he pushed it into her mouth. Even though he already came, he couldn't help the way arousal was still vibrating under his skin.
He needed her, he needed to watch her shatter, to watch her innocent eyes roll back as her big brother stretched her pretty pink pussy around his thick cock. She wouldn’t be able to take him all at first, he’d have to be nice and gentle, easing into her. He’d hear her pained whimpers, feel her nails pierce the skin of his back as he’d thrust a bit deeper each time.
He’d make her look at the way his cock was disappearing in her little cunt. She’d eventually open for him fully and the pain would subside, and that gentleness would rot. Then, the real fucking would begin. He’d pull all the way out of her and snap his hips forward until he was bottomed out. He’d watch her mouth fall open at the sensation, her cunt clenching around him.
He’d make her scream his name, grinding the head of his cock against the spot inside her that would make her hips roll forward and meet his thrusts.
Good girl.
Princess.
Sweetheart.
You’re taking me so well.
Praise. She likes praise. That baser need to do good, to be good. He’d feed into it, make her want it more. Make her want to cum around his cock before he flooded her insides with his own release.
Or perhaps she wanted to be called a dirty little whore while Draco fucked into her, either way, she would get what she wanted. Draco would unravel her little by little.
The fantasy of taking her for the first time had renewed his arousal. And just as he came a second time, he heard tiny footfalls on the hardwood creeping by his door, and disappearing down the hall. Followed by the quiet shutting of a door. Her door.
This summer, he’d finally know what it was like to fuck Hermione. After all, It was his job as her older brother to teach her things.
Being his personal little whore was at the top of his list.
All it took was a cherry Blow-Pop for a little motivation.