Draco could feel her urgency and knew just what to do to relieve her, and Hermione, not recognizing herself, made no protest. She couldn't after all, since him placing his hand on her knee only ignited her with paralyzing fire. Fire that only grew hotter as he slowly slid up her inner thigh. He expertly began tickling the outside of her panties with just the tip of his middle finger, right where he knew she would… yes she was moaning and shivering…the sound of it made him so happy.
Hermione could not believe the pleasure. She never wanted him to stop.
He basked in just lying there; tickling, teasing and massaging her mound as she whimpered and gyrated against his hand. But he couldn't torture her for long simply because he could not hold back from feeling her, really feeling her, for himself. He quickly repositioned so that he was laying on his side, leaning over her. Whisking her panties aside she gasped at the swiftness he entered her with, and instantly his fingers were beckoning inside her.
"Oh god," he moaned. It felt so ridiculously good. She was soft and hot and his fingers slid right in.
She threw her head back and moaned loudly. He could feel every single subtle squeeze of her delicate insides as she reclaimed his mouth with hers. He could tell by her tightness that she wasn't very experienced. And on top of how arousing her innocence and pureness was, the way she just let go of all inhibitions and spread her legs, allowing herself to him made him ache with hardness. He would do this to her forever if it made her happy.
He continued to massage her as her kisses grew more and more wet and aggressive. Her hips began to slightly rock in sync to the motion of his hand and Draco's groin surged with pressure at the thought of her ecstatic enjoyment.
Hermione could feel him sticking into her hip. Erotic curiosity overcame her as she felt uncontrollable urges to explore his body.
She was amazed she knew how to undo his pants so efficiently, having never done such a thing before. But she was carried away by the passion of the moment. She bravely and without rational thought slid her hand down his pants.
She glided her fingers down the length of him as he trembled and stuttered at her touch, and marveled at how his body seemed to want to break free of the confinement of his boxers. He was so swollen, solid and smooth, Hermione instinctively wanted to stroke him. She couldn't believe its actual girth as she wrapped her hand completely around it and his mouth dropped open. He felt so intimidating and large, yet she felt strangely sexy and in control, with an unexplainable but strong and desperate desire to give him pleasure.
She began pumping her grip around him up and down. She felt him swell even more in her hand.
She gasped.
He moaned.
She kept going, wanting him to moan more, wanting to know he liked it.
He did.
She went faster.
He moaned louder.
They were both panting.
She squeezed tighter as she stroked faster and he groaned more and more.
"God. Yes. Please don't stop," he hissed through gritted teeth.
It was an intensity he had never known; it was like she knew he was going to explode. Like his pleasure was her pleasure. The pressure was growing and mounting and she wanted it just as badly as he did and his mouth was gaping open but he couldn't make a sound. Once all the pressure was relieved he would yell out loud, but until that desperately anticipated moment he would just passionately clutch a handful of her luscious curls and pull as she worked her magic. It was building and building as she stroked and stroked and oh god he couldn't wait until he would scream out in climax, it was mounting so exponentially now, any second, he knew he was just about to-
SPLASH!
Hermione let out a quick startled scream of surprise and sputtered.
Draco grunted as her hand stopped and he felt a few spattered drops of wetness. Rain? No…
The next thing he knew her hands were out of his pants and she was sitting up. He heard the sound of feet pounding against the ground, as if running away.
"Is someone there?" he asked her with bewilderment, plunging back into the furiously vulnerable feeling of lack of sight.
"No," she said quickly and somewhat harshly as she slipped away from him. He let out a whimper of disapproval.
"Where are you going?" he asked as she stood up and he heard the rustling of her blouse as she covered up.
"I have to go now," she said hurriedly.
She had completely forgotten she was being watched.
How could she forget that she was being watched!?
She didn't even need to be told, she already knew it was Harry who had splashed lake water on her.
He sensed her sudden urgency, got up to his knees and attempted to adjust his pants, "Wait!" he demanded, "Don't go!"
"I'm sorry," she said, "I have to. Good bye Draco."
She bent over, took his hand into hers and kissed him again. He felt her squeeze his hand as she did so, but she broke away much too soon for his liking.
He heard her turn and run away.
"No!" he cried after her, "Tell me who you are!"
"I'm sorry," was all he heard of her precious voice that was now yards and yards away and growing.
No. No. No! He was shaking and thoughts and emotions rapidly flew through his mind. Fury, frustration, yearning…
Suddenly he realized she had placed something in his hand. It was small and pliable, like a little piece of taffy.
An antidote! It could only be for his sight!
He immediately unwrapped it and gobbled it down. She had made it cherry flavored for him. His sight came instantly back.
But there was no one in sight.
He looked out to the moonlit lake and then back down to the ground where he had laid and kissed the most beautiful he had ever not seen.
… … …
The room full of people could barely believe the words coming out of Ron, Seamus and Ginny's mouth as they all frantically talked at once.
"He was all over her!" Ginny cried.
"She let him go up her skirt!" Ron exasperated as if he still couldn't believe it himself.
"AND THEN SHE STARTED JERKING HIM OFF!" screamed Seamus, the amazement of it all was still too good to be true.
"WHAT?" screamed Parvati.
"No way, you're lying," said Lavender.
"Bloody hell I am," said Seamus.
"It's true," said Ginny, "He couldn't resist her."
"But how?" asked Colin.
"She blinded him!" cried Seamus, "She blinded him and then just let him touch her body. It was fucking brilliant. He got totally used, the fucking idiot Slytherin!" then he hollered with laughter, "What a chump!"
It was finally sinking in with all her classmates; it was amazing, and it was hilarious. Hermione was a hero to the boys and an icon to the girls. They cheered louder than ever and they swarmed all over her, patting her back and bombarding her with praise.
A chant of "GO GRIF, BEAT SLYTH" had broken out and the last of the firewhiskey bottles were cracked open, glasses clinking across the commons in merry delight.
Next thing she knew she was lifted up on shoulders and paraded around the room. They loved the thought of getting the better of a Slytherin. Especially him. And the greatest part was it was Hermione Granger who did it. If anyone deserved to mess with Malfoy, it was her.
She was ready to declare this the best night of her life. Only one thing was bothering her…
"Oh don't worry," Ginny whispered comfortingly in answer to her equally hushed question, "You were turned toward Draco when Harry… you know. And it was so dark and we were so far back, we could only make out your outlines, and… hand movements," she added with a smirk.
Hermione's relief must have been very obvious because Ginny laughed out loud, "So yeah, the boys didn't see your goodies, not even Harry."
Hermione laughed with her, and relaxed back into her chair, sipped her drink, and smiled with intense, intense satisfaction. Best. Night. Ever.