This was a strange night. Starting in the dark tunnels under Hogwarts, its inexorable course brought Hermione Granger to this bright hall, where the wavering lights of candles sparked to her tears, as if they were glass. “You have to be strong,” she told herself, “you will get out!”

The damned Malfoy stood across from her and smirked. And she needed him, hmm ... Well, let's say to satisfy him, so that later you could drink what you get. Or maybe right - eat what you get?

All this simply could not be, but it was. And this night, and these damn candles, and the damn hall and the damn bastard Draco Malfoy with his dick. Hermione wanted to close her eyes, and then open her eyes and find herself in the girls' bedroom, so that all this would turn out to be just a wacky dream that would be embarrassing to tell anyone.

I had to pull myself together. Born in a family of doctors, it is very difficult not to become familiar with the differences in male and female physiology. But one thing is medical atlases, which Hermione considered with restrained interest, and quite another thing is standing opposite Slytherin with his pants unbuttoned.

Looking back at the retreating Harry Potter, Hermione slowly exhaled and squatted in front of Malfoy. Technically, she had an idea of ​​what to do — some senior students shared their personal experiences very loudly. But this, theoretically simple action, now caused nothing but panic in her.

Squatting was uncomfortable and Hermione knelt down. Bad idea. Now she was kneeling in front of Malfoy, as if some maidservant was in front of a lord. But again it will be silly to change a pose, Malfoy decides that she is afraid of him.

Reaching her hand forward, she gently took the dick in her palm. This touch burned her - it seemed that all the blood from her hands rushed to her face, making it crimson, and her fingers - icy. It is necessary to calm down, well, what is so difficult here? You squeeze the rising member in your fist and move your hand up and down. Not the most intellectual and difficult task. Okay, let it be Malfoy. Damn it. She still does what is needed.

At Hermione's touch, the dick jerked slightly, and it seemed to get a little more. He did not stick up, as he should have told the stories of other girls, and hung down, only slightly leaning forward. Her hand accidentally slipped a little further, and she felt an unexpected tickling. Light, soft hairs were completely invisible against the background of the pale smooth skin of Malfoy.

Hermione felt her hot hardness and the veins protruding on it again, clasping Draco's body with her fingers. The member has become even bigger and now really looked up almost vertically. Squeezing her hand, she moved it down, exposing the smooth skin of the head. Malfoy's cock was flat, straight and the head was the same straight, perfectly suited to his size. It suddenly seemed to her that she was holding in her hands a certain beautiful expensive instrument, on which she needed to play, and play to match the very same instrument.

Hermione steadily moved her arm up and down, opening and closing the head. As it turned out, it really was not at all difficult. Yes, and it was not unpleasant, it was rather interesting. Owning it a minute ago, the panic was gone. And yet, Hermione suddenly felt her nipples tighten, her hips involuntarily clenched, and a sweet pulling sensation appeared between her legs.

“Granger, what are you doing?” Draco looked down at her, slightly grimacing, as if in pain.

- What? Am i too strong

- No, but what are you, you do not see, the member is completely dry, and you are driving it back and forth with such speed!

- So what to do?

Draco suddenly smiled. It was really unexpected, to see him just a smiling open white-toothed smile. Without smirks, anger or bullying. But suddenly the smile that had emerged faded as quickly as it had appeared, having been replaced by something that seemed more appropriate to the moment.

- Lubricate the need, Granger, what are you like a little! Take it in your mouth and lick it!

“I told you I won’t suck at you,” Hermione said indignantly.

- And I do not offer! Just lick, that would not be dry - Draco grabbed the lower edge of the mantle and pulled it off, remaining in a snow-white shirt. His trousers were somewhere in the thighs area along with the underwear and no longer prevented Hermione from all sides looking at the proudly sticking member.

Thinking, she dipped her fingers with saliva and gently ran them over the head. Malfoy flinched all over. She repeated once more to lubricate the head evenly. The shiver too has repeated. Damn, he seemed to like it. And that was ... exciting.

Carried away, she didn’t notice how Draco rolled up the sleeves of his shirt, and his hands freely passed through the barrier. She, too, flinched as she felt his long fingers dig into her brown hair. It was unexpectedly nice. Draco's fingers slid down her neck and those light touches echoed in her groin.

In vain she did not dress normally. Throwing a robe over a nightie before going to the dungeons was clearly not the smartest thing to do. Especially before such a campaign. Now her hardened nipples rested against the fabric of a nightgown and rubbed about it with each hand movement on the member Malfoy.

She tried to move more slowly, so as not to hurt him again. The head of the penis no longer needed to be lubricated - a transparent drop appeared on its tip. Hermione suddenly realized that she was breathing deeply, trying to catch the smell reaching her. Eau de toilette and the smell of men, freshness and His smell, ice and flame. Damn, it was good that there were no panties on her - then we would have to do something with them.

- Granger, I'll finish now. You seem to have started it all for some reason, Draco unexpectedly whispered

Recognizing herself, Hermione began to look for a glass, but then she realized that he was apparently carried away by Harry.

- Malfoy! Harry took the glass with him!

- And what, well, carried away and carried away! Dick with him, I will not run anywhere. If you do not want to collect sperm from the ground - take it in your mouth, I finish!

Hermione felt like Draco's dick got bigger and seemed to start throbbing. Trying to crush the newly returned panic attack, she simultaneously tried to think of some way out. But the brilliant head attracted to itself, the smell beckoned and made it difficult to concentrate. The male organ in the hands of Hermione seemed hot and unable to resist anymore, she clasped her head with her lips.

The cock twitched in her mouth, and something splashed out of her mouth, and Malfoy, with a sound like a hiss, sucked in the air.

- Hermione! - Harry Potter stood in the doorway of the storeroom. In his hands was the notorious glass, and his eyes were wide open.

Draco's cock shuddered again in her mouth, splashing out, as she thought, a huge portion of sperm. Hermione tried to pull away, but Draco's hands were very strong, and he pressed her back to the head and made her take the dick even deeper. Fearing to choke, the girl began to swallow a viscous liquid, looking at the approaching Harry.

The fragile magic of the last minutes smashed almost to smithereens when Hermione tasted. He was ugly, like ... like Malfoy. He did not look like anything she knew, and so special, unlike any other filth, filled her mouth. But this abomination attracted. How attracts pain, turning into pleasure. How does the kind of big catastrophe - with victims, blood and other, um ... an abomination. A hot lump of pleasure began to grow in the groin and was preparing to splash out into her whole body. Draco let her go and Hermione fell, clenching her teeth with all her might. Because if she comes to an end in front of Harry just releasing a member of Malfoy from her mouth, then all she has to do is hang out.

“Well, Granger.” You said you wouldn't suck, Draco grinned.He immediately began to dress slowly, turning to approaching Harry.

"Potter, what the hell are you doing here?" Draco looked at the Gryffindor with hostility, buttoning his own pants. - They said ...