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“Honestly, Theo, just tell me what happened?” Hermione said for the 20th time since the Slytherin burst into the library and begged her to follow him at once, saying someone needed her help.
“Just keep an open mind, Granger,” he told her as he led her to a corridor on the fifth floor that was still being repaired and, therefore, off limits this late in the evening.
McGonagall had put forth the idea for students who had participated in the fight to end Voldemort be allowed to return to Hogwarts for an 8th year and help rebuild the school—piece by piece, floor by floor. And in doing so, rebuild themselves in the process.
“Theo, did you transfigure a statue incorrectly again?” Hermione badgered.
He stopped outside an unused classroom on the deserted corridor. “That knight looked much better with tits—but no. Remember—keep an open mind.”
Before she could respond, he swung the door open and she glanced inside.
Her eyes immediately fell on a very pale bare arse.
“What the fuck?” she squawked, and the question was exuberantly echoed by not one, but two other voices.
So much skin. Angry silver eyes glared at her from over his shoulder—Draco Malfoy was fucking Pansy Parkinson on a desk, her legs dangling off the edge at his hips.
“Nott!” Draco snarled, and for once Hermione was want to agree with him.
Theo put his hands up in a placating gesture. “She’s a healer!”
“No I’m not!” — “No she’s not.”
Hermione and Draco scowled at each other again, but she looked away first in order to stare at the ceiling. “All of you have five seconds to explain why in Merlin’s hat you thought to ask me to an orgy.”
“You are not invited, Granger,” Pansy sighed, sounding resigned for some reason as she stared at her nails, uncaring about her nudity.
“Get her out!” Draco seethed to Theo, throwing his arm to the side, gesturing at Hermione.
Pansy gasped and her hands slapped onto Draco’s shoulders. “Owe! Shit, Draco—stop moving so much.”
Hermione started to turn away, rethinking her newfound friendship with these Slytherins. They had major boundary issues, she was starting to learn.
Theo stopped her. “They need your help. Please.”
“We’ve got it under control,” Draco called out.
But it was Pansy that convinced Hermione to stick around. “It’s either her or we get a teacher,” she told Draco.
Hermione glanced back at the entangled couple, noting the obvious tension in Draco’s back and shoulders. An even quicker glance down at his bum made her fight a smile. It was kind of cute, he had dimples. “Please just explain what’s going on.”
No one said anything and so Pansy, with an eye roll, threw her arms out and exclaimed, “Draco is stuck inside of me.”
Hermione cleared her throat and resumed her staring at the ceiling. “Stuck … how?” Merlin, she did not want to have this conversation …
“Go on, Draco, tell her,” Pansy urged with a snort, her arms falling down onto the desk as Draco held himself above her.
“Over Christmas break,” he said bitterly, not bothering to look over his shoulder at Hermione, “we all got … tattoos.”
Hermione’s brows rose. “Who is this all?”
Theo coughed a little and his cheeks flushed.
“Ah,” Hermione said, lips pulling into a grin. “Blaise too?”
A nod in confirmation.
“But,” Draco went on. “I will never again let anyone ink my skin. So, instead, I got a piercing. And now here we are.”
A piercing … Oh.
Hermione clapped her hands together. “Alright, let me see if I have this right. You—uh—you got your cock pierced.” She coughed to stifle the urge to laugh. “And now you are caught inside of Pansy?”
He didn’t answer, but Hermione could see a red flush creeping up Draco’s shoulders and neck.
“Yes,” Pansy said. “Brightest witch of our age.”
Hermione started laughing—full head-thrown-back peels of laughter. She wiped away a few joyous tears. “Oh—oh, this is too good.”
“Granger …” Draco growled in warning. Which she thought to be a pretty bold thing to do, for a man with his cock stuck inside a woman.
“I don’t know what you want me to do,” Hermione told Theo, collecting herself.
“You’re training to be a healer …”
“Madam Pomfrey has been working with me so I can get into the Healer Academy, but I am sad to say she has yet to tell me how to magically fix stuck cocks.”
“Stop saying cock,” Draco hissed.
Hermione sighed and strolled inside the classroom, stopping right by their desk.
Pansy entwined her fingers on her stomach, as casual as could be, and smiled politely up at her. “Like my tattoo?”
She had gotten a delicate black sketch of a pansy done, its stem curving right under her right breast, the petals of the flower blooming on her side.
“Lovely,” Hermione told her.
Draco, however, refused to look at her and pointedly kept his eyes on the wall.
Hermione flicked her eyes over them in what began as clinical observation, but then her gaze was catching on things and she felt a little … heated.
Pansy’s peaked nipple, red as if Draco had sucked it diligently.
The beads of sweat sliding down Draco’s defined chest, over his silvery sectumsempra scars.
And—Salazar—he was buried inside of Pansy to the hilt.
Hermione swallowed thickly.
“What have you tried?”
Pansy shrugged and then immediately yelped. “Fuck!”
“We couldn’t think of anything to do,” Draco admitted, jaw tense. “I sent a patronus to find Theo …”
“And now here I am,” Hermione concluded. “You need to go to the hospital.”
“And how do you recommend we get there? Apparate? I’ll splinch my dick off!”
“No need to yell,” Hermione chastised calmly. “You can’t apparate inside Hogwarts grounds, anyways.”
Draco clenched his jaw and gritted out, “I fucking know.”
She really didn’t see any way out of this. Being hard didn’t give him a lot of … space to adjust.
“You could …” Hermione began, feeling a little awkward saying it. “You could … finish.”
“What?” Draco gasped, finally looking at her, eyes wide in shock. As if she had insulted his precious sensibilities.
She lifted a shoulder to try and appear casual. “If you finish, you might have more room to adjust and unhook the piercing that’s caught inside her.”
He just blinked at her, like an owl.
“You know—because you’ll be soft,” she went on, babbling now to fill the insanely awkward silence.
Pansy grimaced. “If he comes, he’s going to jerk inside of me, Granger.” She looked around Draco over at Theo, who was still lurking at the door. “You brought us a virgin healer, Nott.”
“Who says I’m a virgin?” Hermione asked, and Draco was back to blinking at her like a startled animal. “Okay,” she continued. “Don’t finish, just—think of other things to get rid of the … you know—”
“Fucking Salazar,” Draco sighed, eyes back on the wall. “I’m inside of a girl, Granger. There’s not much I can think of to stop this.”
“Think of me, then.” She had no idea where the words came from.
“What?” Draco said, head whipping back to her.
“I’m a filthy muggleborn, just think of me underneath you.” She was only joking, really. Draco had been nothing but polite since returning to Hogwarts, downright pleasant at times. He’d given her a formal apology for all things he had done and said, it had been stiff and awkward, but she had felt it sincere. However, she didn’t believe he would ever lower himself to anything less than pureblood for his bed—or desk. Some stigmas were too hard to kill in one’s psyche.
“That’s not—it won’t—” Draco stuttered.
Pansy was watching curiously as he fought for words above her.
“Imagine,” Hermione went on, “telling your parents you’re seeing me. And then they take your inheritance away.”
“Hermione—” Draco whined, but she missed the plea in his voice, the use of her first name for once.
“Imagine me under you, naked, but my hair is everywhere because there is so much of it.”
Draco’s arms buckled and his breathing turned heavy as he pinched his eyes shut.
“Oh!” Hermione said excitedly, feeling like this was all pretty funny. “Imagine me on top of you reciting all the things I read about that day—”
“Don’t you dare move,” Pansy muttered at Draco, making Hermione pause—
Draco came with a groan and, honestly, Hermione was equally shocked that he had and impressed at his obvious self-control—Pansy only winced a little as his body trembled, his forehead resting on her breast as if it were a pillow.
Hermione’s mouth was open, jaw slack, the room silent except for Draco’s panting. “I—I think—” She cleared her throat. “I think … you’ve got it from here?”
“Yes,” Draco lamented into Pansy’s tit, the flush on his neck and ears bright red, blooming down his spine.
Hermione bolted, face burning.
“Nice way to tell her,” Pansy chortled to Draco as Hermione burst past a mortified Theo.
He had come to her suggestions! Suggestions that were meant as a joke, as a turnoff!
She made it all the way back to the library to gather her books, knowing she wouldn’t retain a single word of anything she studied tonight. Not when she wanted to go back to her private Head Girl room and replay in her head the sound Draco Malfoy had made when he came while imagining her being with him.