And as I rubbed my fleshy breasts against his erection, moral depraved is exactly what I felt. But being wrong with Malfoy felt so right. My body beaded with sweat as I rose up and down on my knees, and his groans filled the air. I lifted my eyes up to his contorted face and decided firmly that moral depravity was exactly what I had needed all my life. I was going to have oral sex with Malfoy, and then I was going to ride him like a hippogriff.

I moved my breasts away from him and gave him several slow, languid licks up and down. His cock wasn't exactly my cup of sweet tea, nor was it the finest delicacy I ever had the pleasure of tasting, so I couldn't explain the euphoria that spread through my body when he grabbed my hair and forced me to deep throat him. He pushed me down until the tip of my nose was just crazing his pelvis, and instead of the lack of breath being a damper, I had to slide a hand between my legs.

I wasn't sure what compelled me to start grinding into my own palm and start bobbing my head on his cock, but Malfoy was well-pleased. He reached out his other hand and began to fist my hair and started grunting and bucking his hips. I knew this telltale signs well; Ron was typically made these noises and became even more frantic after 10 minutes. Instead of filling me with an insurmountable dread, it made me brim with passion and pleasure. I was groaning and moaning all in a league of my own. I had no way of knowing how much time had passed, just that his cock was arousing me more than I had even thought possible.

I pulled myself away from him frenetically, this felt like life or death. I was desperate with longing to be sated. I pulled down my panties and flipped up my skirt. I straddled him and lined myself up with him. He leaned back into the couch and let me lead him. His cheeks were flushed beautifully and his lips were pink and spread open with panting. He wanted me. There was no denying how badly I wanted him, but was I being easy? A tad sleazy by just getting atop him as though he were mine?

But even if his body wasn't mine, wasn't the Head Boy's job to serve the students of Hogwarts in any way possible? I was really just taking my part in that as a student of Hogwarts in desperate need of being fucked. I voiced this to him.

"I just want you to fuck me so badly," I said in a deep voice that I barely recognized, as I rubbed him up and down my slit. My eyes were drawn to the sight. Was it beautiful? Definitely not, but it was blissfully wrong and electrifying. "And don't you think I deserve it?" I looked up and into his blue eyes. He didn't answer, he was defying me and I had no idea why. His eyes burned with arousal and grabbed my hips, and began to stroke small circles on me before gripping me tightly.

"Do you really want to fuck me, Malfoy?" I dipped my hips down and almost half an inch of his cock slid inside me. I leaned my body back, and arched my breasts forward. He raised me off of him and smirked.

"I think what you're really asking is if I find you attractive. If I think those big supple breasts and soft skin of yours deserve to be fucked by me." He pulled me closer and I began gyrating against him over the lost pressure from his cock being yanked out of me. He began to kiss my neck and nibble on my skin. I started panting and moaning for moan. How much more, I don't know, I just wanted and needed more.

"I didn't even get the chance to play with your pussy but already you're begging for me to lay you down and fill you with my cum? You have to be a good player to win this game, Hermione." He growled into my ear, and slowly stroked my bare ass.

"What if I hold you down and ram myself into you, intrude your body. I wouldn't have to though, would I?" He asked, sliding a lone digit down my dripping pussy. I bucked into it. By now, his dirty talking and rough hands had my arms wrapped around his shoulders for support, not passion. My body could scarcely handle the onslaught of pure arousal, his and mine. I just wanted to throw myself down on his cock with no fear of what could possibly happen next.

"I bet Ronald never knew what a slut he had," Malfoy grunted in my ear, after I started bucking my hips into him. "Did he ever know how much you loved sucking dick?" I mindlessly shook my head without a thought as to whether I liked sucking dick or not. "Ohh, I see. It's not all cock that you love, it's mine."He said with smirk that he pressed against me. I closed my eyes and sought out his lips. He let me claim them, but as soon as I had established control, it was taken from me as he began roughly sliding his tongue in and out of my lips, hooking my tongue with his, coaxing me into this lewd play.

Suddenly he pulled back.

"Let me show you how much my cock loves you too," He grinned. His tight grip on my hips slammed me down onto his cock, and I shrieked in pleasure. Being filled so suddenly, it was definitely on the list of things that I had to do before I died. And I never even knew it.

"Hermione?" A concerned voice yelled from outside the porthole. I had no time to relish in my pleasure, because suddenly I was scrambling to put on my clothing and disengage myself from his gloriously thick cock.

Malfoy was unconcerned and continued to seek my lips out with his and placed kisses all over my upper body.

There were three sharp raps, and I knew for sure that this was Harry, even though voice from earlier had been Ginny's.

"Hermione? Are you alright? Let us in!" Ginny demanded.

I looked down into Malfoy's eyes panicked, he was anything but. I could see in him that he was about to do something that would make me very angry. I shook my head warningly.

"Malfoy-." I yelped.

He pinched my ass.

"Hermione! Are you alright?!" That was definitely Ron. I couldn't be bothered with them anymore. Malfoy had begun to raise and lower my hips on his, and he was meeting me for every thrust. His eyes were filled with mirth, and arousal. Maybe he wondered if I would go along with it. But when he managed to stroke my G-spot on his third thrust, I knew. I knew that I wouldn't care if the whole school of witches and wizards were watching. I was going to have the orgasm that I was so desperately longing after.

I smirked at him, and even though it wasn't said, there was a challenge issued. What the challenge was? Who knows. I began to ride him and begin throwing my body into seeking my pleasure. He played with my nipples, and I pressed hard on my clit. It was an explosive type of pleasure when he bit down on my breast, inches from the areola.

They all knocked now, calling my name loudly, ignoring the portrait who told them that I was NOT available at the moment. Oh, she knew, she definitely knew, and something about that made the whole situation so sexy. We were seconds away from being exposed, and yet I still found myself on top of him using his body for my pleasure.

I snaked my hands into his hair and began grinding down on him every time our hips met, I swiveled my hips clockwise then counter-clockwise like a great potion. I could feel him stretching me. This was the catalyst to my desire to talk incredibly dirty to him.

"Draco," I quietly moaned. "You're so big inside me. It feels so good, I wish Ron knew how to fuck me the way you do," I bit his ear, and his grip on me tightened and his thighs tensed. Suddenly, I was reaching all new heights of pleasure as my leg found its way onto Malfoy's shoulder and I was spread out on my back, feeling him thrust in and out of me, roughly. Then seconds away from his peak, he stroked my clitoris just so, and fell apart.

A/N: I felt kind of dirty when writing this chapter. Tell me if it was weird or not, and how to improve it, please.