A/N: I apologize to all of my readers who had previously enjoyed this story. We deleted the old one so that we could fine-tune the editing of this crack fiction. I hope you enjoy all of the changes we made.

Chapter One: The Meadow of Desire

The book clattered to the ground as her hands covered her mouth. It was the gasp which caught Ron's attention. By the time he released the cock from his mouth and turned Hermione was already pointing her wand at him, shaking in a violent rage. His eyes widened along with Neville's as they stared at her.

"Immobulus!" she hexed, freezing them both in their incriminating position, before they could utter a single word. Tears stung her cheeks as she stood there; the sight of them together only shattered her heart more. It wasn't until she broke through the courtyard doors that she realized she had ran.

Nothing was left. Knowledge, for the moment, was useless. Standing there in the darkness, there was no way for her to know of the shadowy presence that watched her, ready to make their move.

Hermione crumpled down into the mud, her tears lost amongst the rain which poured all around. But her cries of emotional agony quickly turned into those of shock and surprise as a figure crashed into her and she was pinned to the ground. Green lightning flashed above them and her eyes met with the sharp steel grey ones of Draco Malfoy; their faces inches apart and every inch of their bodies touching. Her mouth opened but she was speechless.

"You always have to get in the way, don't you?" He scowled at her and rolled off. "Stay low; we wouldn't want your blood polluting the area." The killing curse rolled swiftly off his tongue as he aimed at their attacker.

The words were powerful and encompassed the dark, shadowy figure before quickly dissipating. In a heap it fell upon the soggy ground. The lifeless corpse left Draco satisfied enough to turn his attention back to Hermione, whose clawed hands had a death grip on his robes. If her blushing features were any indication she fancied Draco a hero, this very instant, and her plush lips began quivering with obvious want.

"I was a fool to not see how dashing and brave you are…" She whispered, kneeling before him, her eyes twinkling with desire. "I want to repay you…please accept my body as payment!"

Malfoy's eyes gleamed, as he stood proudly over her, and for a moment only he had considered allowing her to ravish his form; After all it was his duty to give the splendors of his perfect body to those in need.

"That's right, mud blood, I am quite brave and dashing if I do say so myself." Draco spoke out, his hands proudly resting upon his hips as he looked towards the sky.

It was his opinion that everyone should admire him. After all, he was the most gorgeous and amazing wizard in all of Hogwarts-NAY- the world. His mind was lost in the sea of titles in which he would one day inherit which caused him to forget all about the lusty girl before him. That was until her hands got a solid grip on his pants; a finger was shoved right into Hermione's face and in surprise she froze. Shocked, she met Malfoy's eyes which were now distant and cold; quite different from the once brave and dashing Draco shown before.

"But I must refuse, for this body is not for you." He began to rant, "Mud bloods don't get to enjoy wondrous, god-like bodies… and that includes you, Granger."

His eyes widened as she laced her fingers between his and stood up; she pressed her body against him as a free hand traveled up his nicely toned torso.

"I'm sure I can make you change your mind," she whispered seductively before their lips crashed with fiery passion. Caught off guard, his arms automatically snaked around her and their tongues battled for dominance. Her slender hand wrapped around his hardening member and he suppressed a guttural moan; it was then, Malfoy decided, it had gone too far. He roughly grabbed her by the shoulders and held her back.

They stood there in the field, alone in the rain. For once, Malfoy allowed himself to examine the woman as he gasped for air. Never before this moment had she seemed so beautiful, chestnut curls surrounded her face and her cheeks were rosy with passion.

His eyes met her glossy chocolate ones as confusion and horror struggled against his overwhelming lust for her sweet forbidden body. If Mud bloods were dirty then he wanted Granger to make him a very dirty boy. He knew it was wrong but it felt so right. Just as he had decided to end it before he lost himself he smelled it.

With a glance his realization was confirmed. Hermione had been laying in a patch of rose thistle, a common ingredient for love potion. He cursed as he realized her new found desire for him was merely a plant infested haze.

"Shit. Granger we got to get out these weeds before the effects get worse."

She nodded in agreement but the reality was she couldn't hear him. Time slowed and all she could focus upon were his glistening lips and sharp piercing eyes. His hands burned into her flesh and his caressing voice made her weak in the knees. All Hermione wanted to do was say yes. Yes to anything he wanted, as long as he wanted her.

"Yes…" she whispered again as she unbuttoned her shirt. His rough hands covered her own, stopping her and her heart dropped a beat. Had he rejected her? She wondered, but he caressed her face and pressed his lips against hers. For a moment she stopped caring, that was until a liquid poured from his mouth and into hers.

Hermione dropped to her knees, coughing and choking. His image blurred as her eyes watered. Was he trying to murder her? She began to wonder but after a moment her vision became clear, along with her thoughts. The potion slammed her back into her body; Disgust and shame seeped into her as she realized the gravity of the situation. But as luck would have it, Draco was gone and Hermione was alone, kneeling and exposed to the rain

From a distance Ginny Weasley straddled her broom scowling as she witnessed the scene from above. Steam rose from her slender form as she shook with the anger of jealousy. It only took a smack to the head from an aggressive bludger to bring her back to her current task.

A fellow player called out to her while she attempted to regain balance on her broom. Ginny cursed and whisked herself to the ground. She had enough of training. Hermione Granger and no man would take her from her. End of Story. Period.

Next Chapter...

His voice died in his throat as the stunning image unfolded before him. A very wet Draco Malfoy, drenched from head to toe, strutted down the hall almost as if in slow motion. His platinum blonde hair sleeked back and his steel grey eyes piercing down to the soul. It sent shivers down Ron's back and straight to his groin. He liked what he saw and he wanted more.