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Hermione furrowed her brow at her book, fully immersed in studying and taking notes for the extra credit project she was working on for 8th Year Potions class. She’d been working tirelessly on translating the old potions text for weeks and felt she was on the verge of something important.
“Come on, ‘Mione,” called Ron. “It’s Friday night! Get your head out of your books and hang out with us!”
“Just a minute, Ron,” she replied tersely. “I’m close to a breakthrough here.”
“What are you working on, Hermione?” asked Neville.
“I hope it’s a cure for idiocy,” said Pansy, scrunching her nose, and focusing on the nail filing spell she was currently utilizing. “Or wrinkles.”
Hermione looked up from her book. “You’re not too far off there, Pansy. It’s for a potion—an Elixir of Youth. it would help with everything, aging skin, bone health, you name it.”
Now Pansy was interested. “Everyone leave Granger alone; she’s saving the world.”
Hermione sighed and snapped the book shut, feeling discouraged.
“It’s not that easy. I need a…let’s say…not exactly rare ingredient but I’m not sure how to get it.”
“What is it?”
“It’s…” Hermione blushed and buried her face in her hands. “Well…it’s something I can’t produce.”
Pansy stared at her for a moment in either awe or disbelief, then clapped her hands, looking around the room. “Quick, someone offer your jiizz to Granger.”
Every wizard in the room suddenly looked up, riveted.
“You can have mine, ‘Mione.” Ron offered. Hermione noticed Daphne looked none too pleased.
“Didn’t you try that already?” Theo pointed out, looking up from the fashion magazine he’d snagged from Pansy, no doubt with the intention of ogling the models.
“Yeah but…”
“No, Theo’s right, Ron. Thanks but…no thanks.”
“Okay, then how about Harry?” suggested Ron helpfully.
Hermione and Harry looked at each other and made similar “ick” faces. “Harry’s like a brother to me, I don’t want to be touching his…you know.” Harry nodded, agreeing enthusiastically. Ginny appeared nonplussed by the idea of her best friend handling her boyfriend’s semen.
“Fine,” Theo sighed dramatically. “I’ll give you mine.”
Blaise put his arm around him. “We already talked about this and decided against it, remember?” Hermione looked questioningly at them. Theo winked in an I’ll tell you later kind of way.
“Well, you’re not getting Longbottom’s,” Pansy declared possessively. “That’s all mine.” She put her head on Neville’s shoulder and set her hand on his thigh very close to his groin. He kissed the top of her head.
“But,” Pansy went on, “what about him?” She jerked her head in the direction of Draco, who had sat quietly through the whole exchange thus far.
Hermione scoffed. “Very funny, Pansy, as if he would–”
“I would,” Malfoy said, quickly.
“What?” She turned to him in shock.
“I—I’ll help.” He sounded decidedly un-Malfoy esque. He sounded a little nervous, actually. “You can have mine.”
Hermione mulled this over.
Malfoy appeared sincere, and he certainly wasn’t a bad candidate. For one thing, he was single, and though they were friendly , they weren’t exactly friends so there wouldn’t be any awkwardness in that sense.
It seemed weird to her to touch semen that came out of her close friends or someone else’s boyfriend.
Furthermore, Hermione was nothing if not a scholar and therefore the possible merits of using pureblood semen for her youth elixir was not lost on her, if for no other reason than lending credibility to her research in the eyes of the Wizarding public.
Yes, having Malfoy throw his support—and his semen—at her (not literally, of course) might not be a bad thing after all.
She eyed Malfoy, who met her gaze. “I’ll need a lot,” she informed him.
Malfoy swallowed and licked his lips. “That won’t be a problem.”
“Hmmm, okay. Great. Do you, um, need any inspiration? I could get you some–?”
“That won't be a problem either,” he said, his eyes drinking in her body and face, lingering on her mouth. Hermione swore she saw a pink tinge to his cheeks.
For a moment, she forgot anyone else was even in the common room with them. Was it hot in there?
If she didn’t know better she’d think…but no. There was no way Malfoy was attracted to her, right? And anyway, this was all clinical stuff. It’s not like it was hard to make a man come, she reminded herself. Any pair of tits or simple thought of a blowjob would do.
“Thank you, Malfoy. It’ll be in good hands.”
Hermione felt her face heat, and wanted to slap herself in the forehead for what she’d said. In good hands? Really Hermione?
He nodded once, his demeanor more composed now. “I’ll have it for you tomorrow.”
“Great!” Hermione said, a tad too enthusiastically. “I’ll meet up with you tomorrow evening and you can…give it to me then?”
Malfoy froze. Hermione wondered if she was second-hand embarrassing him with all of her dumb quips. He probably didn’t want to hand over a jar of his semen to her of all people.
“Or...you could give it to someone else to give me? If you’d rather…”
“No,” Malfoy said quickly. “I’ll definitely give it to you.”
Ignoring the stunned silence around them, Hermione went back to reading and making a list for the potion she was attempting to invent.
The next night, she met up early with Malfoy before anyone else had arrived in the 8th Year Common Room.
He handed her the jar and practically apparated away, he got out of there so quickly. She took the jar and…there was a lot. More than enough.
Hermione took it and hurried into her dorm room–private this year, one perk of coming back for an 8th year of school. Hermione was a studious witch and so of course she opened up the jar to peer at the vast amount of semen Malfoy had provided for her.
Oh. There was so much.
She couldn’t help but wonder about what kind of thoughts and fantasies he must have had to produce such a great amount. Maybe it was a special technique. Maybe it was more than one go?
The arousal of the sudden thought of Malfoy wanking hit her like a tsunami and her knickers were instantly soaked. She took them off, deciding she needed some air under her skirt.
Her thighs clenched together when she suddenly had an unsolicited thought about Malfoy‘s hands touching her heated skin, his long fingers pressing deep inside her, while he pleasured himself with his other hand…
The thought of Malfoy holding his cock in his hand and pumping himself to thoughts of…whatever he thought about, and then coming so much he practically filled a jar with it, had her knees weak.
What would his face look like when he came? What would it feel like to have his cum on her skin?
She found herself dipping a finger into it (for science) and wishing it was still warm. She scooped up a glob on her finger, and tested it on her forearm. It was…nice. She put a little more in her palm and used her hands to warm it up a bit as if it was lube. Which led her to her next course of action.
Without a single second of hesitation, she took her Malfoy-come coated fingers and dipped them into her already drenched cunt.
It was supremely arousing, what she was doing.
Gods, if anyone ever caught her… but nobody was around. She continued to rub his come onto and inside of her cunt, swirling her fingers around her clit until hot spasms burst through her, sending waves of pleasure from belly all the way down to her curling toes.
She lay there after, still coated in Malfoy’s come, unbeknownst to him, panting up at the ceiling, with a new idea coming to mind.
***
Hermione saw him at breakfast the next morning, as all the 8th Years had taken to having their meals together at the staff table. There were so few of them, it just made sense to leave the rest of the tables for the traditional students.
Hermione tried to pretend that her face didn’t flame when she approached the table, recalling her activities from the previous evening.
He cleared his throat when she sat down next to him. “So…how did it go? Was there enough?”
“Oh, yes,” she said, perhaps too enthusiastically, because he looked at her questioningly.
“Did you test it out?”
Hermione choked on a sip of tea, taking a moment to compose herself. “I did,” she said once she’d recovered. He was still looking at her strangely.
“In your…potion?”
Oh dear. How was she supposed to explain to him that she’d need another jar of his come at his earliest convenience?
“Well actually…I found another use for it.”
“Oh?” Malfoy sounded intrigued.
“Yes, it was, um…I wonder if perhaps you could put a stasis charm on it next time…or perhaps a simple warming charm would do?”
Malfoy’s brows knitted together in confusion at Hermione’s strange request “Oh. You want it warm? Yeah, sure Granger,” he said. “Or… I could give it to you…fresh?”
Hermione tried to fight the image of Malfoy giving her fresh cum and couldn’t help squirming around in the chair she sat in.
Godric, she’d never noticed before how hot he was. His eyes were so grey and his hair was so…blond.
Liar, her brain whispered.
“Yes!” she said, again far too eagerly, but he nodded. He waited for her to meet his eyes before speaking again. There was a glint in them that she hadn’t noticed before.
“Do you want to come to my room tonight?” Malfoy asked, and Hermione’s heart skipped a beat.
Did she ever.
***
She walked with him to his room after dinner that evening, ignoring the looks they were receiving from Theo, Pansy, Daphne, and Ron as they passed through the common room.
Blaise was unimpressed and Harry and Ginny were too busy snogging to notice them. Neville was too polite to look.
Malfoy led her into his room and cast a locking charm. “Just in case,” he told her.
“Yes, thank you,” she nodded.
“So…to give it to you fresh, I need to…”
Hermione nodded again. “Do you want me to turn around?”
“No,” he said, and his eyes were intense, burning into hers. He licked his bottom lip in between his teeth, as he watched her.
Her eyes landed on the tented bulge of his trousers and she couldn’t help licking her own lips. His eyes tracked her tongue and she saw his pupils dilate. His hand came to rest over his cock through his trousers and her hand felt jealous of his own.
“I’m going to…” he gestured to his fly.
“Okay,” she said, nodding.
He watched her eyes while he opened his trousers and pulled down his pants just slightly, and her knees buckled when his cock bounced out into his hand. Luckily, his bed was behind her, so she just ended up sitting on the edge of it.
Face to face with Malfoy’s cock.
Hermione had never before considered what it would be like to see it, let alone watch him stroke it for her.
Liar, a voice in her head said not for the first time that day.
“How did you get so much?” she asked softly, mesmerized by the motions of his hand and the flexing of muscle in his forearm.
He was so hard, she could see beads of pre-cum wetting his tip, and she could see the vein on the underside of his shaft pulsing. She wanted to feel in her hand, wanted to run her tongue along it, wanted it in her…
“I was really worked up,” he answered, his breath becoming more ragged by the second.
“Oh yeah?”
“Yeah.”
What she wouldn’t give to know what it was that had worked him up so much that he’d given her a half pint of jizz.
She wished she could ask him and that maybe he’d say it had been her he was thinking of when he…
“Where do you want it?” His voice interrupted her wayward thoughts. “I’m close.”
“Wait,” she said, standing up.
He waited.
“Um…Do you mind if I take my shirt off?”
His eyes grew wide and he shook his head slowly. “Not—not at all.” She unbuttoned her shirt and then decided to remove her bra as well for good measure.
“Direct to skin contact might be a good way to test it,” Hermione explained softly. “I thought maybe you could just…” she gestured in the general area of her chest.
His pupils were huge and his eyes were glued to her tits. His hand was frozen on his cock.
“Would you like some help?” she asked him in a quiet voice.
After a beat, he sucked in a breath, and nodded his head yes. “Please,” he whispered shakily.
She slowly made her way toward him, and then reached out to feel that silky smooth yet hard part of him.
His cock was long, thick, pink, and perfect. The head of his cock was shiny and proud. She wanted to lick it.
She felt his cock jump in her hand as she wrapped her fingers around it. She gave him a few long, firm strokes down the length of his shaft from root to tip, before giving him a few quick ones focused closer to the top, then twisted her hand around the sticky head, using her thumb to massage the pre-come around and into his frenulum.
“Fuck,” he swore, and Hermione had a half-formed thought that this was the first time she’d ever heard him swear. “You’re going to make me…”
Hermione stilled her hand on his cock. “If you can hold it, we might be able to get more.”
Malfoy inhaled sharply through his nose and nodded. “I can hold it if you move your hand.” His voice sounded strained and she wondered just how close he’d been when she’d stopped.
She removed her hand and stared down at his cock, and noticed it was bobbing and twitching as he continued taking deep breaths. “Stop looking at it, you’re just…”
But suddenly all she could think about was how badly she wanted it in her mouth.
As if bewitched, Hermione dropped to her knees in front of him and stuck her tongue out, licking up the base of his shaft. She sucked the head into her mouth and he shuddered as he pulled away from her.
“I don’t think you want it there,” he gritted out. “That would kind of defeat the purpose of…direct to skin...”
“No, I definitely want it there,” she told him. “But not this time.”
Malfoy stared down at her a moment before reaching down to pull her up to standing. They stood looking at each other for a moment, she topless, her nipples tight and erect, his cock poking wetly against her belly, before they suddenly attacked each other’s mouths, tongues and lips intertwining, panting, eagerly licking into each other.
“Touch me, Malfoy,” she gasped and heard him release a feral whine.
He touched her immediately, his hands moving over her breasts, and down her stomach, reaching under her skirt and finding her a dripping mess. She hadn’t worn knickers, and she wasn’t mad about it. He groaned.
“Fuck Granger, are you trying to kill me?”
“No,” she said, “I’m trying to fuck you.”
She heard another sharp inhale.
“How long have you wanted that?” he asked softly, groaning a little as his fingers slid easily inside her, and she clung to his arm, her cunt clenching around him.
“For quite some time now,” she panted out. His lips found hers again and he kissed her, still working his fingers in and out of her slickness. She couldn’t believe how wet he’d made her.
“Not as long as me, I bet,” he uttered against her lips.
“It’s not a competition, Malfoy,” she said swottily even as she ripped his shirt off his body and stepped out of the skirt he’d managed to shove down her legs.
His cock was weeping and she heard a splat as a string of precome dripped from the tip of his cock onto the floor. She barely restrained herself from dropping to the floor and licking it up.
Malfoy pushed her backward, and she fell back onto his bed, as he crawled over the top of her and leaned in to kiss her.
He took his cock in hand and ran it through her folds to her clit and thrusted once between the lips of her cunt. “Shit,” he gasped, “I’m sorry,” and Hermione felt a huge spurt of cum land on her clit and then another one, and another one, and another one, as he hissed and swore until she was just positively coated with his release.
She was so fascinated by watching him that she’d almost forgot about her own arousal until he used the tip of his still-hard cock to scoop up some of the cum coating her and then pushed inside her.
The feel of him entering her immediately triggered an orgasm, and she came on his cock, eyes rolled back in her head, cunt pulsating and squeezing around him, whimpering and trying not to moan too loudly.
He kept fucking her through it, his refractory period nonexistent in the face of such intense stimulation. He somehow managed to come even more, this time inside her, which she begged for with her legs wrapped around his waist, holding him there as his hips jerked and she felt his warmth filling her womb.
He collapsed shakily on top of her, and then rolled off to the side. They lay next to each other on his bed, still in shock by what had transpired, gasping up at the ceiling.
“How do you feel?” he asked her after they’d recovered, still laying next to her on his bed.
“Youthful,” she said, and reached her hand down between her legs, where she gathered up a handful, yes, a handful , of his cum, and rubbed it on her neck and chest.
She would’ve thought he was in pain from the look he gave her, but he rolled over and kissed her, first, her lips, then down her body, all the way down to between her legs where he cleaned her cunt with his mouth.
***
The next morning, when Hermione walked into the Great Hall for breakfast, Ginny announced, “You’re glowing!”
She’d somehow managed not to get caught sneaking out of Malfoy’s room that morning. Nevertheless, Pansy raised a very suspicious brow.
“You are looking quite dewy this morning, Granger. Please tell me it’s the elixir?”
“Um, in a sense?” she replied as Malfoy came to sit next to her. Pansy looked from him to her and back to him again, her eyes narrowing.
“Draco, have you given Granger your jizz yet?”
He coughed. Luckily, Neville arrived at the table then and Pansy was immediately distracted, never noticing Malfoy’s hand resting on Hermione’s thigh.
A raised eyebrow from Blaise was the only indication that their little secret wasn’t entirely safe.