Fate's Rewrite

After leaving Susan for the cleanup duties, and with Daphne tasked to create a communication channel with the Gryffindors, I had a couple of hours to kill. I decided to pay a visit to my favorite brunette.

Sneaking out of the Hogwarts was very easy using the Marauder's map, while the cloak made sure that I stayed concealed. I disappeared with a crack the moment I stepped out of the anti-apparition wards, once again finding myself in Grimmauld Place. Kreacher popped immediately next to me. "Welcome, master," he called respectfully, then responded to my need before I could even ask just as a good house-elf should. "Mudblood is in the library, master, and half-blood and the blood traitor are out in a mission," he said, even as he passed a glass of firewhiskey to me, chilled to my favorite temperature.

"You're a good elf, Kreacher," I said in response, earning a house elf's version of a satisfied smile before he disappeared. I was still unable to believe wizards being cruel to them just because they could. The little buggers might be the most useful magical creatures that ever existed, working to the best of their ability while violently rejecting any kind of pay. Cruelty toward them was completely pointless, but it seemed that the magic had a tendency to amplify the people's evil into the level of caricature.

However, as I stepped into the library, I focused on the present, as something much more important awaited me. It didn't take long to find Hermione, as she was sitting at a corner table, working on a complicated pile of notes.

Since Kreacher had already informed me that Potter and Weasley were away, I had already removed my invisibility cloak. However, distracted by the huge pile of papers in front of her, Hermione failed to realize I was already behind her, though my gaze was on her body rather than her notes. Leveraging the absence of her housemates, she was dressed only a cute pale blue nightie with an amazing cleavage, though she had her dressing gown resting on the next chair, ready to be put on in case they dropped earlier.

"You shouldn't study that much," I whispered into her ear, enjoying her flinch.

She tried to reach for her wand, but I grabbed her waist before she could do so. She turned to look at me, only to let out a relaxed breath. "D-Draco," she stammered. "You scared me?"

"Really?" I said, using it as an excuse to put my hand on her chest, sinking my fingers in the naked part of her chest even as I enjoyed the thumping of her heart. "Hmm, it does feel so," I said even as I let my fingers slide down until I felt her hard nipple against my palm.

"Draco!" she repeated in an exclamation. "We'll get busted!"

"Oh, really," I said even as I let my other hand follow the same path and grab her other tit, squeezing them enthusiastically. "So, you're saying that Potter and Weasley are still in the house, but you're walking around, practically wearing nothing. Should I be feeling jealous?"

"N-no, they are in a mission, trying to discover where Riddle might have hidden the next item," she stammered, missing the fact that I was walking around without the fear of being caught. It was convenient to have a direct conversation about the Horcruxes since she had already informed me about them our previous adventure in the cinema.

"That's good, they should be working more," I said dismissively even as I squeezed Hermione's tits, enjoying her moans, though surprised by just how meek she had become since our first time. Her face was flushing as I squeezed her tits, but otherwise, she continued to sit on her chair, making no motion to stand up. She even gasped in disappointment when I stopped squeezing her tits and sat on the chair next to her, though that disappointment was immediately replaced with a playful cry when I pulled her on my lap. "So, tell me all the things you have discovered since our last meeting, my smart witch," I murmured into her ear even as her hips shuffled as she looked for a comfortable seat.

"S-sure," she stammered as she started her explanation, doing her best to pretend it was nothing out of the ordinary as she started to give a detailed breakdown of her discoveries, even when her hips started to grind against my erection. As much as I wanted to plunge inside her, feeling rather randy after cutting things short with Susan, I listened carefully, comparing the information she was provided with everything I knew about the future, just to make sure nothing unexpected pops and ruins my future plans.

However, after hearing enough key details to make sure everything was on track despite the changes I had introduced, I started to get a bit playful. I slipped my hands in her nightie, riding its already short skirt up enough to reveal her skimpy panties, caressing her stomach even as I pulled her tighter. Hermione tilted her head back as my shaft lodged inside her plump cheeks, resting against my shoulder, giving me the opportunity to nibble her neck.

Her explanation was interrupted by a moan, but Hermione was nothing if not stubborn, continuing her explanation despite her obvious arousal that was turning her panties transparent. As she explained, she started swaying her hips with the same rhythm as mine, creating delicious friction as she buried my hard-on into her ass even deeper. Her body temperature was quickly rising, feeling like a furnace under the gentle caresses of my fingers. Her skin was alight with desire as she seductively moved her body, so much that I was afraid I would have suffered a premature explosion if it wasn't for Susan's passionate lips resolving that risk earlier.

"You're such a reliable bookworm," I whispered into her ear as she finished her explanation, while her body did her best to replicate the dance of a stripper who had just received the biggest tip of her life. "I'm so glad to have a partner like you to help me take down Riddle," I added, reinforcing my position while subtly trying to condition her about my role in taking down Riddle. Despite the prophecy, I wanted her to believe that I was instrumental in taking down the Dark Lord, as it would prove valuable in the aftermath.

I had no intention of being marginalized after Riddle went down just because Potter was lucky. No, I wanted to reshape the magical world subtly, and one of the biggest heroines of the world, telling everyone how proactive I was fighting against them would work wonders.

Hermione said nothing, more interested in the way my arm tightened around her waist, pulling her tighter, enhancing the intensity of the grinding.

"I have interesting news as well," I whispered into her ear. "Snape is absent from his post. The gossip says he's a mission for the Dark Lord, but my spies in the hierarchy say that he's actually doing some stuff for his own in America, so there's no need to worry," I explained. It was a lie, of course, but a harmless one. Snape was safely tucked in a magical box, and it was for the best if they acted without the specter of his greasy hair.

"I see," Hermione managed to stammer even as I started rocking my hips harder, followed by a string of moans. "Oh oh ohhh…" she gasped repeatedly, without the slightest attempt to pull away. My grip around her waist was iron-tight, keeping her firmly pressed against me.

"So, Hermione," I whispered temptingly. "I was impressed with the thoroughness of your research. You deserve a reward. Do you have anything in particular in mind?" I offered even as I loosened my grip around her waist, but that was only to slide my hands down until I was grabbing the parts of her ass that were outside the deficient cover of her underwear. She just moaned, her body reacting intensely to the resulting pleasure. "Maybe a holiday, "I offered. "How would you like to visit a beach? Sun and sand, while being pampered in an amazing resort would do wonders against the stress of endless research," I offered.

"Isn't that a bit… irresponsible," Hermione murmured guiltily, but since she was a kinky little witch, her guilt only made her hips rock harder.

"Not relaxing is the more irresponsible part," I said. "You're our best weapon, and we don't want the smartest witch of the generation burning out. Not to mention the sexiest," I added. A little bit of compliment wouldn't hurt anybody, especially the horny witch rocking her hips determined to rip my pants.

"But isn't it a bit risky," she said.

"Not if we go somewhere else," I said. "I can easily arrange a private flight out, and we can make a long weekend out of it," I offered. "That way, there's no risk of being caught by the ministry, and you get the rest you deserve after working so hard."

"That sounds fun," Hermione countered, moaning wantonly as I grabbed her nightie, only to rip it in one sharp pull, leaving her only in her panties, before starting to fondle her naked breasts. "Ohhh…" she gasped as my fingers teased her erect nipples.

"Nice to hear," I whispered even as I started rain her neck with kisses, making her tremble helplessly. "So, how about a little reward for me for arranging such a beautiful holiday," I teased her even as I caressed her naked body. "Maybe one that's hard on your knees," I offered.

"You're an evil man," she murmured, which was rather ineffective as she also put no resistance against my suggestion, immediately falling on her knees.

Her body was tingling with desire as she pulled down my pants, revealing my erection, her eyes widening at the sight of it despite already receiving it several times. Her lips parted in enthusiasm even as she leaned forward, wrapping her lips around my girth even as I pushed forward, stretching her lips wide to accommodate my thickness. Her moans exploded in an instant as she started sucking my shaft.

I grabbed her head immediately, guiding her back and forth over my cock as she abandoned all pretense of resistance immediately, even grabbing my thighs to swallow more of my length. She was showing no hint of reluctance, which was a surprisingly quick development, but apparently, watching her mother on the screen while being rammed repeatedly in a public cinema while being dressed like a hooker had worked wonders to get rid of the last scraps of her self-doubt about cheating her boyfriend -if that was even a concern at this point.

Compared to the eagerness she was displaying as she eagerly deep-throated me despite her discomfort, a Weasley's woes were definitely not important. Ron should count himself lucky. After all, he had just lost a girlfriend, not like his brother who had lost his virgin veela wife to my evil plot. That was a true tragedy.

From her enthusiasm, it was clear that Hermione didn't care about the disgrace her boyfriend or her best friend would feel if they knew about Hermione swallowing the cock of a Malfoy with the same joy she was reading Hogwarts, A History. Whenever I reduced the pressure, she pulled out, only to stroke the underside of my shaft with her tongue enthusiastically, adding a new layer of pleasure to our little game. And whenever she swallowed my full length, the vibrations of her moans were massaging my length.

Steadily, her movements quickened, especially after one of her hands disappeared between her legs, no doubt adding a little self-assistance to her journey while I enjoyed the sensation of ruthlessly fucking her mouth, getting more fun as her throat loosened.

I was considering whether to explode inside her mouth or shift to something more fun, when the distinct crack of apparation reached our ears. "They're back," Hermione gasped in shock as she pulled out, her eyes widening in shock. "You need to hide."

"No, we need to hide. It's not like you're in a state to be seen," I countered even as I stood up, dragging her with me while using my other hand to keep my pants up. She was too shocked to resist my pull, following me deeper into the black library, wearing nothing but her soaking wet panties. When we were near the back end of the library, the door opened.

"Oh, no, my clothes," Hermione realized with a shocked whisper as she reflexively reached her waist, only to add another shocked gasp. "My wand!" she asked.

"Good point," I said even as I waved my wand, vanishing both the ripped remains of her nightie and her robe that was resting on the chair, but left her wand on the table. "All done," I said in satisfaction, like summoning them safely was not the better option.

"No-" Hermione stammered, too deep in her fear of being caught to realize it was a deliberate move. "My wand," she added hopelessly.

"Too late," I said as I pulled her behind the bookshelf in the corner of the library, farthest from the door, concealed in the shadows, just as Ron and Harry stepped in front of the desk that we were occupying previously.

"Hermione," called Harry, while Hermione trembled in shock, trying to keep her breath under control. "Are you here?"

"She's probably around," Ron said after Harry shouted a couple of times. "Her wand is here. She probably went to the bathroom or something, but I'm sure she'll be back quickly," Ron added.

"You're right, it's best if we wait for her here," Harry said, and I just smirked. I couldn't arrange a better setup if I actually used magic on them.

"It seems that we're here for a while, sweetie," I said even as I hugged her from behind, enjoying the way she trembled against my body. "They seem to be determined to wait for your arrival."

"No," she whispered in shock. "Can't you just conjure me some new clothes," she begged.

"No can do, sweetie," I said. "What if they just disappear halfway. I can't take the risk of your beautiful body being seen by those brutes," I whispered throatily even as I helped her cover her body by grabbing her tits once more, squeezing her nipples. She whimpered helplessly.

"Did you hear something," Ron asked Harry lazily even as he sat down on the same seat I had been occupying earlier, fucking his girlfriend's mouth.

"It's the house," Harry immediately answered.

"You're lucky that the house is so creepy," I whispered into Hermione's ear even as I continued to squeeze her tits. "Otherwise, you would get us caught. Maybe you deserve punishment," I said even as I pushed my hips forward, sliding my shaft between her plump thighs, the topside rubbing against her wet entrance, the cover of her panties almost nonexistent.

"Draco, please," Hermione gasped helplessly, but there was no hiding to her arousal, her wetness drenching my shaft. {

"Please, what?" I countered. "Please stop and let me get away, or please fuck me while my boyfriend and my best friends just a loud moan away from catching me in the most shameful position of my life, being fucked by their schoolyard enemy?"

"D-Draco," she stammered helplessly.

"Answer me," I said even as I let my hand trail down and slip inside her panties, caressing her wetness. "Which one it is?"

Hermione took a deep breath, one that told me everything that I needed to know. Still, I waited for an answer as I caressed her wetness gently, slowly enough to keep her from cumming. "The second one," she finally admitted.

"Excellent," I said even as I pushed her panties down, preparing myself for the next step…