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"I guess even Potter and his rat are fed up of your know-it-all attitude," Malfoy spat. "I didn't think I would ever catch you alone anywhere. I assumed you had some hapless idiot sewn to your robes whenever you went to the bathroom."
It was just routine, late night prefect patrols. Hermione didn't expect to run into anything more bothersome than a couple necking in some distant, obscure hallway of the school that people never checked down. It was all that patrols usually loosened. The occasional heckling painting, maybe. But crossing by Malfoy in the hall was a different, distinct kind of unpleasant, the sort of worrisome swell of confusion and spectacle that left her caught off-guard. The school was so vast that usually, she didn't run into other prefects on her rounds, and she was fortunate enough to quite thoroughly avoid the unpleasantness of Draco Malfoy in her passage at any given point. This was a pain in the ass catching her wholly off guard.
But this was also, to her absolute delight, her chance to do something about it. Hermione was alone, sure. But so was Malfoy. His goons weren't here to protect him. Nobody was here to see what she wanted to do, and in the strange excitement of that fact, a dark, vulgar fantasy gripped her. It was one that she had always been just on the cusp of accepting as the kind of erratic nonsense that was all she could really think about. It was awful, though. It was an unthinkable sort of wrongness too deranged to wrap her head around just how it had taken form inside of her. She needed this. She was fearless, greedy, driven by the idea that all she could do was completely ruin this pretty boy's dignity.
"Not the time, Malfoy," she said, trying to play cool and play off his harshness and hatred with steadily confident dismissal. Her cool, harsh response was exactly what she knew would piss him off.
"You're a horrible actress. I do know I'm getting under your skin, don't pretend you aren't. You're scared of me. You're just a mudblood caught alone and without anyone to care about her poor, useless feelings." Malfoy was sharp and harsh, drawing toward Hermione with the bitter and hateful insistence of someone who wanted only to get into her space and onto her nerves. It would have worked, if not for one thing.
Hermione had fantasized about this moment.
Reaching into her robes and fishing her wand out with a haste that was sure to blow Malfoy's prat mind, Hermione drew her wand and pointed it right at the loathsome toad. "Stupefy," she said, a jet of red magical energy bursting from the tip of her wand. She'd held the spell back, intentionally letting her voice come out softly to mitigate the effect of a spell that would otherwise have made him drop to the floor. She held back just enough to make him hit the floor instead of passing out, knowing the potency of a stunning charm, but wanting him to be awake for this. Needing him to be aware of what was about to happen.
Draco's mouth stopped working. A lot of him stopped working. He was stuck speechless and baffled as he collapsed to the floor, his vision going blurry and a distinct sense of pure panic leaving him unsure exactly how to deal with this. He was trapped in a state of raw confusion, stuck without any direction to save him from the threat looming over him. He could never have expected Hermione to lash out at him like this, but now he was struggling just to sit himself upright, trapped in confusion and worry while Hermione went in for the kill. She grabbed Malfoy by the hair and yanked him upright while he was still too dazed to understand what was happening.
His vision slowly started to stabilize again and Draco was able to see what was happening in front of him, and what he could not have possibly been prepared for was a long, thick cock to be shoved right in his face. Hermione's skirt was up and her meticulously shaved and smooth crotch revealed a cock dripping with pre-cum at the prospect of what was about to happen next. "Granger?" he gasped, almost spitting out in panic as he tried to look up toward her. He felt delirious, nothing at all helping him sort out the emotional volatility of pressures that left him unsure how to respond and trapped in a state of panicked uncertainty that proved ripe for the taking.
Hermione gripped his hair and thrust forward, ramming her cock into his open mouth and starting on the most twisted revenge fantasy she'd longed for all this time. "You're just a bully and a coward, Malfoy," she spat. "A spoiled, pampered git who's worthless and made of paper when his friends aren't here to back him up. And I’m going to prove it. I’m going to make sure that your attitude is a thing of the past, and I’m going to do it by making you my bitch.” Years of pent-up anger drove forward the hateful burst of aggression and greed that left Hermione burning with rage. It was enough. The breaking point had been years ago, and now, the opportunity was here for Hermione to take charge and have her way now with him.
Draco gagged on the cock shoving its way into his mouth and down his throat. The dick wasn’t particularly easy to take down, and spit bubbled around his lips as he struggled with it, his hands trying to find Hermione’s hips and force her back off of him. She wasn’t letting up, too forceful and too intense to leave him with that freedom, which kept Draco in a wild fit of panic he had little clear idea exactly how to deal with, but he had to keep trying. He needed to keep trying, even as the confusions tore hotter through him and a tighter rush of panic made for something utterly terrifying.
“Don’t bother to fight this. You’re not a fighter, you’re a cowardly little runt who has others do the fighting for him, and with nobody to save you, all you can do is choke on my big! Fat! Girlcock!” She slapped him across the face to help try and still his confused and foggy struggles, gripping his hair tightly and letting her hips pound rougher forward. Hermione felt the unrepentant chaos and fire carry her to want more of this. Cramming his throat with her cock and letting the worst of her impulses drive her forward in the shameless greed of using him, the pleasure was there. Every bit of the vulgar fantasy that held onto her was finally there for Hermione to indulge in, and it was wrong, but it was incredible.
Grabbing her hips to try and push her off, Draco burned with a desperate panic to put some kind of an end to this, struggling harder under the intensity and the ferocity behind Hermione's every brutal shove forward. He felt powerless to stop the crushing heat wearing down on him, but he desperately needed to push her away and express himself, scrambling for any and all semblance of mercy now in trying to fight this off. He felt it wearing him down harder, forcing him to choke on the insufferable know it all's thick cock and wonder if there was anything he could do now to slow down her vengeful passions. It didnt' feel like there was. Hermione was out on the war path to tear him down now, and all he could do was suffer, short of breath.
"This isn't just any cock you're choking on. This is a muggleborn's huge, throbbing, dick owning your snooty, snobby fucking throat. How many times has this mouth called me a slur?" She slapped his face again. 'How many times has this mouth insulted me? Well, no more. This mouth is my bitch now, and I'm going to make you drink every fucking drop of my cum down, then I'm going to roll you over and make the other end of you my bitch, too. A mudblood is going to own you and make you feel things that you will never recover from!" The all-consuming mania of her manic slams and the most foul desires inside of her carried Hermione in a fit of pleasure and desperation that felt like it was only getting madder and hotter, pushing every last shred of reason away in the name of wearing him down. "I hope every time you start to call that word again, you can taste the sweat off of my cock on your tongue!"
Draco's body ultimately went limp, ceasing all refusal and struggle, letting Hermione's brutality continue to push him to the breaking point. He just couldn't fight it any longer, a mess of suffering panic and humiliated worry that continued to burn him through, reducing his pride to pitiful crumbles of deep, abiding shame. Drool dripping from his chin and the weary, shameful slumping-down of all sense and panic left him weak and embarrassed, left him absolutely powerless under the weight of everything that kept happening. He couldn't do anything but keep choking, the throbbing humiliation holding him tightly in place, every biting word of her harsh and fearless degradation ringing true.
The power trip drove Hermione in her savage pace with a singular goal that she felt ready to ruin Malfoy with, throwing herself into overdrive and embracing the chaos of letting everything go, all shame and restraint released for the sake of a forward. "That's right. Stop struggling. Maybe you're smart after all." Another slap across his face. Hermione didn't hold back when she came, didn't even warm him. The pulsing of her cock down his throat was warning enough as she wound up with savage intensity before one last, senseless shove sealed the deal. With a sharp pull back, she painting his face with cum, erupting all over him. "Wear this back to your dorm room," she growled, cock in hand and stroking wildly to milk every drop she could out of her balls and onto his face, craving the chance for gooey disrespect and absolute embarrassment now of everything this stuck-up brat believed.
Draco was too busy gasping for air to stop this, wheezing as he stumbled back from her. "Granger, stop," he coughed, trying to gather himself. "Please, liste--"
"I don't want to hear it," she said, grabbing her wand and jabbing it forward with another incantation. This spell ripped his clothes off of his body, sending them into tatters billowing up into the air with sinful, savage intensity, but what she was met with was not what she expected. Small, perky breasts with tatters of a binder laid on his chest, an overgrown tangle of blond hair over a vagina. The gleeful smile that had spread across her face quickly soured, eyes going wide and realization starting to wash over her.
Draco's jaw shook while he lay there, exposed to Hermione and knowing that was the end of it. "Well, there you go." He looked like he was going to cry, something that Hermione almost hadn't thought him capable of. "Now you have your weapon. Blackmail comes next, right? Or have I been so horrible that nothing can buy your silence, and you'll just tell the entire school anyway?" Malfoy's hands balled into furious fists. "I almost thought for a moment that knowing someone else in this school was like me might be a comfort, but I probably don't deserve that comfort anyway."
Hermione wasn't ready for any of what she saw, and even less for what she heard. Her body clenched up, and a wave of surprise and confusion washed over her, her wand falling from her hands as she stepped forward. "No," she said, shaking her head. "No, it's not like that," she said, and as she sank down between his open legs, falling to her knees, Hermione cast aside all of the vengeful cruelty. "It's okay."
Draco looked down at the cock drifting toward his pussy. It didn't really feel okay in ways that he knew how to deal with, but his legs relaxed a little bit. "Nobody knows," he said. "Not a soul."
"I'll keep your secret," she said. Hermione turned on a dime, every bit of her wicked aims switching to something tender now that she saw that Draco was trans, too. The mood shifted dramatically, and she still absolutely sank her cock into him, but it was different now.
Draco's virginity left him, and as he moaned out with a bold, trembling sort of excitement, he expressed a dizzy want and a need that felt absolutely embarrassing. "Granger," he whined. "If I knew.... If I... I'm sorry."
"Take this as another chance," Hermione had lots to be mad at Draco for even still. Lots to be furious about and to push against while her hips worked with persistent, steady aggression to tend to these delirious needs. She had to made this situation play to her benefits. "You don't magically become a good person for being trans, but if this makes you develop some empathy, then good." She was still going to teach him a lesson, but her thrusts were careful and more restrained, working her way into the virgin boy with a precise insistence that tried to make this situation work to her benefit more, tried to walk the line with every thrust. She wanted to ruin him still, but her own response was tempered by seeing a scared and lonely trans boy who suddenly seemed so small and helpless. "You can earn forgiveness."
This was way more than he knew how to handle. Draco's fingers crept up Hermione's arms and held onto them while she loomed over him, her cock stuffing him full and bringing him a wildly exciting rush of intense desire. "I've never had a friend who understood," he groaned. "I've just been loud and aggressive to cover up for that. Do you really mean that you would..." Draco was not himself, but maybe that was a good thing as he sank deeper into the quivering fire and spectacle of every weird demand being made of him. This was too much to deal with, an unrelenting chaos and an urgent pulse of worry and panic that had him wanting more, had him truly unable to deal with these fiery thrills. As long as he could keep sinking into them, he felt unstoppable, and he felt ready to continue the chaos and the lust behind that.
Persistent thrusts wore harder at Draco and all of his uncertainty, pressing with unrelenting greed through the pleasure and the spectacle of a very direct and very greedy effort to make him all to pieces. she had to do this, had to press on and use him through and through, making him burn with the pleasure and the ravenous excitement of everything she could wear him down with, all in the name of having her way with him. "When I fuck some mudblood babies into you, you'll have to," she said, a growing smile rising as she found some humour in this. The harsh dirty talk came back, but with something a little more agreeable.
The moans Draco let out at the feeling of pure joy that that posed him left his head spinning. he didn't understand this at all, but he welcomed it, letting his pussy take every stroke of Hermione's cock while he gave in with writhing, cloying excitement to this. "Give me those babies and I'll have no choice, you're right. So you'd better breed me, Granger. It's the only way you're going to make me stop being such a cunt to you."
With a rough shove down, Hermione locked lips with Draco, embracing this and deciding to go all in on trust and spectacle, welcoming the writhing excitement and spectacle of pleasures that kept her craving more from this bizarre mess. She was a wreck, but a wreck ready to commit to this now, to eagerly embracing the possibilities and fires of something that needed her to keep going. She meant it, every word vicious and unrelenting as she slammed forward again and again, forcing Malfoy to fall to pieces under the weight of her efforts and the burning frenzy she offered him, until he was collapsing and gasping and completely breaking down under the weight of her desires.
It was all coming together too well for Hermione to resist. "Going to pump you full of babies and let you sort out the rest," she snarled, slamming mercilessly down into Draco, going balls deep in him with one final, grunting, heaving slam. her legs shook as she let loose every shot of cum she could muster, senseless in her pursuit only of filling him up with creamy desperation and delight, a pleasure that had her hopelessly unable to deal with this all now, and she could only accept that this was exactly what she needed and how she needed it, quivering under the weight of this euphoria and this panic now. As Draco whined and heaved and clenched down around him, his hopeless moans were ecstatic and senseless, the pleasure making his eyes roll back and his toes curl, every nerve inside of him firing with an exhausting satisfaction that taught him at last.
Draco smiled. He couldn’t help it. He was too lucky for his own good. But so was Hermione, because indulging in her depraved power fantasy of raping her bully into submission had resulted in something so much more.
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The double-period potions class with Gryffindor and Slytherin cramped in the dungeon together had always been a strained and awkward experience. Hermione and Draco both sitting at a table together did not make things less awkward. In practice, the strange cooperation between the two, who were now a couple known to the whole school, made things weirder. It made things immeasurably strange and impossible to articulate, with their rivalry died down and a warmth between them that didn't seem to make a lot of sense, an aberrant reversal of everything that people knew about their year and understood about house relations.
Not only did neither care, but Hermione was also busy at work with a hand under the table, fingering Draco under his robes while their potions brewed. Draco shifted happily in his chair, fingers squeezing his girlfriend's thigh in turn, waiting for them to get out so they could run to the prefect's bathroom and fuck like animals.
"Hey, you see Granger over there?" came a hushed voice from one of the other Slytherin boys, which caught the ears of both of the couple.
"Malfoy's new girl? The mudblood?"
"Yeah. My older brother's a prefect too, and he says he saw Granger in the prefect's bathroom once. Says she's got a dick. You think Malfoy's a poof?"
"I thought it was bad enough he was dating a mudblood, but you're saying she's also a tra--" He didn't get to finish what was very definitely going to be a slur, because he was too busy vomiting all over the table. His buddy beside him joined in. The sounds of their over the top retching made plenty of the students jump out of their chairs and pull away, especially one of the Slytherin girls who sat beside them and tried to pull her cauldron away lest she get some of their puke splashed into it.
Hermione's cheeks burned as she noticed Draco tucking his wand back in his pants. He'd hexed them before she even needed to ask, and that earned him a soft, playful kiss on the cheek. "You shouldn't do that to anyone, but thank you," she said.
"I've made it clear to the whole house that nobody insults you. Saying words like that, they're happier I only hit them with a puking hex."
Had Malfoy changed? Hermione didn't really know for sure. Not in all the ways he maybe could have. But he was different for sure. Better. And as she tangled her fingers into his, she felt like she was making good progress. She fucked the racism out of a cute boy, and for now, that was more than enough to make her feel accomplished.