Disclaimer: Plot is mine, everything else isn't. That sucks...

This is a story that has been on my mind for a while. It got to the point where if I didn't write it soon, it would completely distract me from my other stories. I hope you like it, and I would love your feedback, so drop a review, would ya? -DeathDealerWolf

WARNING: This story is rated M+. 18+ only. It contains very explicit sexual content, and subjects younger readers may find disturbing. Readers discresion is advised. You have been warned.

Chapter 1: Mahalath

Hermione held her breath, pressing her body against the wall as flat as she could. Filch shuffled past her, oblivious. She waited until Filch had turned the corner before letting out a ragged breath. That was close she thought. The last thing that she needed was Filch to suspect someone was near the Library, and have him alert Madam Pince. That woman was like a hawk protecting her nest, and if she thought her precious books were in danger, she wouldn't leave the library for the rest of the night. And Hermione needed as much privacy as she could get.

She had planned this night for weeks. Ever since she came across the hidden bookcase in the restricted section, and managed to break through the wards on it long enough to grab a book from it before the wards snapped shut again. This was the first factor which led to Hermione's mistake.

The book was beautiful. It was a handwritten, leather bound book, with a very ornate rose engraved in gold on the cover. Most of the words were illegible, but she managed to decode most of it. It was the accounts of a woman, whose name is never mentioned. When Hermione had begun to decode the book, she originally started to work on it in the common room, placing it under a Glamour Charm to make it look like her Ancient Runes textbook. As soon as she was able to decipher the first few paragraphs, she blushed scarlet, and hurriedly put it away.

The story was very erotic, filled with various descriptions of sexual encounters and vulgar language. This woman must have been a woman of the night, or at the very least extremely sexually active. Hermione continued to decipher the book in the privacy of her dorm, hiding behind the curtains, sitting on her bed. She would hide under her blankets, deciphering the book by wand light.

Unfortunately, Hermione wasn't very experienced when it came to physicality, and reading the tales of this woman caused her stomach to flutter, and filled her with an aching need. More than once, she had ended the night bringing herself to orgasm, desperate to dull the feeling growing inside her.

When she was close to finishing to the book, she had developed a routine. Wake up early, work on the book a bit, pleasure herself, shower, go to classes, do homework, pretend to go to bed, work on the book more, and then pleasuring herself again until she passed out. The only problem that she was running into was that little by little, she was growing more and more frustrated. Her friends had noticed her increasingly agitated attitude, but attributed it to stress from the workload that they had been under preparing for final exams. They knew better than to get involved, so they gave her a wide berth, and only engaged her when she approached them. Hermione didn't mind it, considering it gave her more time to either decipher the book, or relieve some of the stress inside her. This was the second factor which led to Hermione's mistake.

Finally, towards the end of the book, there was a breakthrough. Hermione had figured the woman in the book was a witch, due to multiple references of magical powers she used on her lovers. Her suspicions were confirmed by the description of a spell and ritual that would summon the soul of the woman to the world of the living. According to the woman, she decided to make herself available to anyone who was able to decipher her story, wanted to get to know her better, and, should they wish, learn her ways of seduction and pleasure.

Hermione told herself that she only wanted to converse with a witch from the 14th century, and it had nothing to do with the tempting offer to learn how to seduce. This internal struggle and the distraction that came from it was the third factor which led to her mistake.

Had Hermione been completely focused on what she was doing, she would have recognized the spell and ritual as one that could have been used to summon a ghost, but it asked for quite a bit more magical sources of energy that a ghost would never require. Had she been completely focused, she wouldn't have disregarded the suggestion for having someone there with her to help her, because the summoning would draw from her magical energy.

As it was, Hermione was plenty distracted and unprepared as she unlocked the doors to the library, and slipped inside. She relocked them behind her, and made her way to the back of the library. She used her wand to lift the table that stood there on top of the desk next to it. She pulled out the items that the ritual required: salt, five magical crystals, a black rose, and the blood of a small mammal. Her not realizing that the requirement of blood was a red flag was the fourth factor.

She poured a circle of salt, then placed a crystal just inside of the circle, each one perfectly distanced from each other. She withdrew the blood of a rabbit that she stole from Professor Snape's private stores, and drew a line from each crystal to the others, resulting in a star inside of a pentagon. Finally, she slowly placed the rose in the center of the star.

As soon as she placed it down, she felt the air around her grow thick with magical energy. She tried to move her hand out of the circle, but felt it press up against a wall of solid air. She wouldn't be able to leave the circle until she summoned the ghost of the woman, and then laid her to rest once again. She shrugged it off, considering it was what she wanted anyways.

She pulled out the slip of paper which held the incantation that was written in the book transcribed on it. It was in German, but she had yet to translate it. It didn't matter to her. The spell was just a spell. She already knew the purpose of the spell. What did it matter what the actual wording was?

She took a deep breath, calming herself, before she started nervously stripping her clothes off. Why the spell required her to be naked, she didn't know, or understand. It was fortunate that Hermione was a girl, since the spell required that as well. Maybe the woman didn't want some randy wizard to summon her just to get off. Maybe she believed that a woman would have more control. It comforted Hermione to think that.

Hermione stood over the rose, and read the words on the paper carefully.

Bis zu diesem Punkt in meinem Leben, ich habe nicht gelebt

Der Mangel an Freuden des Fleisches

Ich war noch nie wirklich satt

Ich bin verzweifelt auf der Suche nach ihre Hilfe

Ich rufe Mahalath in meiner Zeit der Not

Ich biete meinen Körper als ihr Schiff

So können Sie dort Ihren Hunger

Und schenken mir ihre Geheimnisse

Der Allmächtige Verführerin Mahalath

Komm zu mir, haben mich

Alles, was ich zu bieten haben, ist ihre.

Immediately, Hermione felt a rush of warm air. The ground seemed to be blowing air up, causing her hair to blow up. She smiled widely, knowing the spell had worked. Very satisfied with herself, she took a step back to give the woman room to manifest. Her smile faltered a bit when the blood lines on the ground began to glow brightly, and the blood itself lifted from the ground and gathered over the rose.

It was at this moment that Hermione realized what she had just done. The cloud that had been fogging her mind for the last few weeks had lifted. She mentally smacked herself. How could she be so stupid! Her best friend, Ginny Weasley, had gone through almost the exact same experience. How could Hermione have been stupid enough to trust a random book, a book that was sealed away for a reason? The reason she know knew.

Panicked, she turned to run, only to run into the wall of energy that the salt held. She tried to cry for help, but no one would hear her. She had made sure of that, had she not? Tears began to fall from her eyes, as she turned back around.

The blood had magically multiplied, and was now taking a humanoid shape. Hermione could feel herself growing a bit tired as the entity in front of her drew on her energy. Hermione's vision swam, and she felt herself grow dizzy. She was about to fall over, but the entity reached out with its blood hands, and caught her. Hermione stared up in horror, as the blood began to be absorbed into what was the most perfect, pale skin she had ever seen. Slowly, the blood was absorbed into the body of the creature, revealing the most beautiful woman Hermione had ever seen. She had never found her own sex attractive, but immediately she felt the urge to beg the woman to kiss her.

The woman had long, silky brown hair that had a slight curl to it. It tastefully fell over her shoulder, covering her perfect breasts. She had a tiny waist, which widened into luscious hips, and a perfect arse. Hermione licked her lips, staring hungrily at the woman. She knew the thoughts that were running through her mind were wrong, but she couldn't help herself. She now understood why every one of those men in the book threw themselves at the woman. She was beyond beautiful. She was Aphrodite incarnate.

The woman looked down and Hermione, and smiled. "Are you well enough to stand, Hermione?" Hermione's mouth dropped open. Not only could the woman speak English, but she also knew her name, and her voice was dripping with seduction and sexuality. Hermione simple nodded, unable to take her eyes off of the woman.

The woman laughed softly, causing Hermione to swoon. The sound was beautiful. "Hermione, are you alright?" the woman asked again.

"I love how you say my name…" Hermione blurted out without thinking. She blushed brilliantly, finally remembering what was going on. "Please, let me go." she pleaded, fighting not to meet the eyes of the woman.

The woman smiled softly, and helped Hermione regain her balance. "Better?" the woman asked.

Hermione nodded. "Yes, thank you." She nervously covered her own body with her arms, suddenly very self conscious. "Umm… I've read your book." she said lamely. She had no idea what to say. She was very suddenly out of her element.

The woman smiled. "So I gathered." she replied with a slightly sarcastic tone. "Otherwise, you have somehow beaten the one hundred trillion to one odds that you could accidentally summon me."

Hermione snorted, smiling despite herself. This woman had her sense of humor. "What is your name? I've read your whole book, and it never mentioned it once."

The woman looked at Hermione as if she was a naïve child. "Oh, but it did. In the spell." Hermione furrowed her brow, trying to remember the spell. The woman didn't wait for her to figure it out. "My name is Mahalath."

Hermione's blood ran cold, and she involuntarily took a step back, bumping against the wall of energy. Mahalath. She knew that name. "You… you're…" Hermione stammered. The woman nodded, taking a step towards Hermione. They stood just a foot apart now. "You are a… but… NO! Stay away!" Hermione frantically dug her bare feet against the floor, trying to push her back through the barrier she knew would not give.

Mahalath took that last step towards Hermione, pressing their naked bodies against each other. "What am I, Hermione?" she asked her, taking Hermione's face in her hands, and forcing her to stare right at Mahalath. She was just a few inches taller than Hermione, which gave her a psychological advantage. "Tell me what I am, my love."

Hermione's bottom lip quivered. "A… a… su-… succubus." she stammered out. Mahalath smiled widely, and leaned down slowly. Hermione stood there frozen, as Mahalath slowly pressed her lips against hers.

A fire exploded inside of Hermione. A hunger deeper than anything she had ever felt before suddenly filled her completely. Nothing else mattered. All that mattered was this feeling. Oh, it was delicious. Hermione found herself kissing Mahalath back hungrily, their tongues dancing. Hermione moaned as she felt Mahalath's hands exploring her body. "Oh… Please…" Hermione moaned, as Mahalath kissed her way down her neck, and nibbled on her pulse point.

"Please what, my love?" Mahalath asked, taking Hermione's hands in hers.

Hermione couldn't vocalize all of the needs that swam through her mind. "I… I don't know… Just… Please…" It was all she could say. She didn't understand what she needed, but if she didn't get it right away, she feared she might die.

Mahalath laughed. "Oh, Hermione. We are going to have so much fun." With that, she pressed herself harder against Hermione. Hermione moaned, loving the feeling. The pressure intensified, but she couldn't care less. It wasn't until she realized she couldn't feel Mahalath's mouth on her skin anymore. She opened her eyes, to realize Mahalath's body had become the plasma-like blood once again, and it was slowly being absorbed into Hermione.

Hermione screamed. She suddenly understood completely. Mahalath wasn't here to talk. She was here to feed. She was here to feed, and because of her foolishness, Mahalath was going to use Hermione's body to do it. Hermione had never slept with anyone before. She had only ever kissed two boys before: Ron and Viktor. She couldn't do this. It would break her. It would ruin her reputation.

Hermione clawed at the blood, trying to stop it, but it simply parted under her nails, and continued to flow into her. Little by little, the fight inside Hermione whittled away, replaced by the confidence and consciousness of another. Hermione collapsed on the floor, as the last of the blood seeped into her.

'Mmmm… having a body again after so long is such a wonderful feeling…' Hermione heard inside her head.

'Please… let me go… don't make me do this…' Hermione pleaded.

'Now now. That would be going against your deal. My knowledge for your body. I will feed until I am sated, and I will not stop a moment before. You should have known better than to mess with a book that was obviously locked away for a reason. Silly girl.' Mahalath replied scathingly. Hermione could see her for what she truly was now. An evil demon. One who cared nothing for anyone but herself. If she had to ruin lives, or even end them to get the satisfaction she wanted, she would do it. Hermione had no doubt about it.

'I know! I know… But please… can... can we at least work together on this? I don't want to shag my best friends, or have anyone know what is going on. Please, Mahalath, I beg you.'

'Hmm…' she heard Mahalath ponder it over. 'I will take your requests into consideration then. But make no mistake, Hermione Granger. I am in charge. I have the power. And if there is anyone who catches my fancy, be it your best friends, your worst enemies, or even your family, I will have them.'

Hermione was repulsed by the images that come with Mahalath's statement. But what else could she do? 'Okay…' Hermione replied, utterly defeated.

She could feel Mahalath smirk using her face. She could feel Mahalath lift their body off of the ground. She wept in her mind, the feeling of being locked inside, with no way to move herself was crushing.

Mahalath just smiled. She was loving this. She had never had such an innocent host before. This was going to be delicious. She bent down and scooped up Hermione's clothes, now their clothes, before cautiously waving her hand through the salt barrier. When she encountered no resistance, she smirked triumphantly. She walked, practically strutted, towards the door.

'Wait!' Hermione cried. 'Put my clothes back on! We can't go through the castle naked like this!'

Mahalath grinned evilly. 'But what if that is exactly what I want to do, my little kitten?'

Hermione was at a loss for words. If she still had control of her body, her mouth would have fallen open, and her blood would have ran cold. But before she could respond, they heard a voice.

"Hello? Is someone there? I heard a scream."

Mahalath grinned, hearing the voice of a young man. Perfect. She would get a quick snack after all. She hopped up on the nearest desk, crossing their legs, and arranging their hair to cover Hermione's breasts. They were a bit smaller than Mahalath's luscious ones, but they fit Hermione's body perfectly. Mahalath fought the urge to play with them. There would be plenty of time for that later.

Hermione, on the other hand, screamed as loudly as she could in her mind. She knew that voice. And it was the last person she wanted to see her like this. Mahalath's words echoed back to her, and haunted her once again. 'your best friends… your worst enemies… or even your family… Your worst enemy… worst enemy…' Oh Merlin, no…

"I'm over here." Mahalath called, almost panting with anticipation.

The footsteps drew closer, and the person cleared their throat. "Granger?"

Hermione's worst fears were confirmed as the pale, blonde Slytherin Prince stepped into her aisle. He was still unable to see here completely as she was towards the back of the isle, but it wouldn't be long until her realized what was going on.

"Tsk tsk, Granger. Top student, and caught out of bed?" he drawled, as he stepped closer. His wand's light had been fairly dim, so he walked closer to her. "I'm afraid I'm going to have to deduct quite a few House poin-"

His voice caught in his throat as he saw here clearly for the first time. His mind went blank. He was clearly dreaming. There was no way in hell Hermione Granger was sitting on the table, naked as the day she was born. No way in hell she was staring at him with a look of aching hunger that he recognized all too well. "Wha-?" was all Draco could stammer out.

"Oh Draco! Whatever is the matter?" Mahalath purred. Hermione watched helplessly as Mahalath uncrossed and recrossed her legs, giving Draco a peek at herself, showing him she truly was completely naked.

"Granger? What's going on?" Draco stammered, head turning, trying to find an explanation for this. Normally, he wouldn't bat an eye to a naked woman. He had seen his fair share already. They didn't call him the Slytherin Sex God for nothing. But this was different. This was Granger. This was either an elaborate trap to get him expelled, or she had been hit with an extremely powerful Confundus Charm.

"Draco, my love. Come closer." Mahalath said, swaying slowly, lifting a hand to beckon him closer.

Draco suddenly wanted nothing more. His mind, which previously had been racing, was suddenly silent. He felt his body take the last few steps forward, until he was just a foot away from her. His eyes drank her body in. Merlin, she was gorgeous. Her hips, her legs, her breasts, her skin, her lips. All flawless. How had he never noticed?

Mahalath slowly opened her legs, watching Draco's eyes dart down to drink in this new sight. She could hear him groan. She quickly wrapper her legs around him, and pulled him tightly against her. The moment their bodies touched, she latched her lips to his. Gods, he was delicious. She used her powers to tug at his mind, pulling him farther down the rabbit hole.

Immediately, Draco began to strip off his clothes as best as he could, while kissing Hermione's lips and neck. Mahalath purred, running her hands over his flawless, pale skin. His body was perfectly toned, and just tall enough for Mahalath to kiss while keeping his important parts where they needed to be. Gods, she would love to suck him dry. To take him over and over until he was so spent he would simply give up on life. She had seen it thousands of times throughout the millennia, but each time was just was erotic and satisfying.

As soon as Draco had removed his shirt, pants, and boxers, Mahalath wrapper her hands around his manhood and pulled him into her, using her legs to pull him deep inside of her. She let out a satisfied moan, while Draco hissed and bit onto her shoulder. "Oh fuck, Granger." he moaned in her ear.

Hermione felt him enter her, and she gasped. Oh, Merlin, he was thick. She wanted to hate him, but she knew he was just as much of a victim as she was. But victim or not, Draco now had taken her virginity. She could feel every inch inside of her, and the way her body shuddered with pleasure was exactly how she felt she would react. What had she been missing?

'Oh, Hermione. You will long for it no longer. You are going to feel this multiple times a day from now on, so you might as well enjoy it.' Mahalath teased.

'It feels so good…' Hermione whined. 'Please… more…'

Mahalath laughed at how quickly she had broken Hermione's resistance. She rocked their body back and forth, as Draco desperately took her. Mahalath's purrs and mewls quickly turned into gasps and moans. Gods, this man could fuck. Oh, he was good.

"Mmmm…. Harder… Faster, Draco…" Mahalath hissed, wrapping her arms around his neck, and unlocked her legs, so Draco could use his body to please her better.

As Mahalath reached out with her powers into Draco's mind to force him to orgasm, she was suddenly thrown out of it hard. With a gasp, she felt her control over him snap, and her control over Hermione falter.

Draco, who suddenly could think again, felt the Malfoy Signet Ring on his hand pulse with electricity that flowed through his body. He quickly racked his brain, knowing that this response from the protective wards was unique.

Hermione took advantage of Mahalath's lapse in control to cry out. "Draco! Help me! I'm-" She was cut off by Mahalath snapping her control over her body closed again.

'You'll pay for that, you stupid witch!' Mahalath snarled. Hermione remained silent, hoping, praying that Draco could make sense of what was happening.

Everything fell into place suddenly for Draco. Hermione's seduction, the reaction of the ring, which was followed almost immediately by Hermione's cry for help. He pulled away from her quickly, scrambling to grab his wand off the floor and point it at her.

"Demon!" he hissed.

Hermione cheered while Mahalath screamed in fury. She kept Hermione's face blank, however. "Draco, why would you say something so mean? All I want is to enjoy you…" Mahalath pleaded with a false desperation.

"Shut up, you monster!" Draco snapped, quickly pulling on his pants as best he could with one hand. "You are not Granger. You possessed her. You are a Succubus. The wards on my family ring could detect you for what you are, and you tried to cause harm to my body. The wards pushed you out. There is literally nothing else in existence that could elicit that response from them."

Hermione could dance and sing with happiness. If she made it out of this alive, she would give Draco the best night of his life. It would be more than worth it. Mahalath, however, was livid, and felt a trace of fear. She had never been forced out of a body before she sate her hunger. She wasn't sure she could survive it.

When Mahalath didn't respond, Draco smirked triumphantly. "At a loss for words, leech? Good. So let me tell you what is going to happen. I am going to cast you out of Granger's body, unless you are willing to help me."

Hermione's elation evaporated almost instantly, and Mahalath smirked. "Very well, my Lord." she responded sarcastically, but with a hint of seduction. Draco licked his lips involuntarily. Merlin, that sounded good off of her tongue. "What can I do to help you?"

"First things first. Let me talk to Granger." Draco responded.

Mahalath paused, unsure of why he would want to talk to her, and what could possible come of it. "And how would I do that? I cannot simply leave her body."

"Ah, but you can. You can pull yourself almost completely out of her, and as long as you retain contact with her, you can just as quickly repossess her."

Mahalath narrowed her eyes. How did this boy know so much of the abilities and rules regarding demons? "How do you know that?" She asked cautiously.

Draco smirked. "My father had summoned and bound Lilu. He was forced to tell the Malfoy's secrets that had been lost for millennia."

Mahalath gasped out loud. Lilu was a legendary Incubus. He was far more powerful than she was, and if Master Malfoy could bind and break him, she would be no challenge. "Oh Gods…"

"Yes, so you see, Demon, you have no options. Now, let me talk to Granger." Draco replied dismissively.

Mahalath growled at him, but began to withdraw herself from Hermione regardless. The sensation was similar to her brain warming up. Hermione felt as if her back was growing, and turned her head to see Mahalath's beautiful woman form pressing against her. Mahalath wrapped her arms around Hermione's waist, and laid her head on Hermione's shoulder, in what was a clear warning that Hermione shouldn't try anything foolish.

Draco grinned as he looked at the two women. "Merlin, what I would pay to have both of you like that in my bed…"

Hermione glared at him, as Mahalath chuckled. "You may get that soon, if you wish, Draco." Mahalath teased. "Now. You got want you wanted. So talk."

Draco pulled his eyes away from Mahalath, and locked eyes with Hermione, who was blushing furiously as she tried to hide her nudity. "Granger?" he asked cautiously. "Are you alright?"

Hermione let out a dry sob. "Peachy, Malfoy. I was an idiot, got possessed by a Demon, and had my virginity taken from me in the span of half an hour. Why wouldn't I be great?" she snapped sarcastically.

What little color Draco's face held faded. "You were a virgin?" he asked in a small voice. When Hermione nodded, insane guilt flooded through him. As much as he hated her friends, and as much as he couldn't stand her, he would never wish for someone to be taken against their will. It crossed a line which he could never cross. Mudblood or not, no one deserved that.

Hermione could sense his guilt, and sighed loudly. "I'm not blaming you, Malfoy. If anything, she raped us both." She snapped, jerking her thumb back towards Mahalath.

Mahalath growled, and bit Hermione's neck roughly. Hermione gasped in shock and pain, and stiffened under her teeth. "Watch your tongue, girl." Mahalath said menacingly. "I didn't do anything to either of you that you both didn't already want. I can't force attraction. I only make it grow."

Both Hermione and Draco looked at each other in shock. They weren't attracted to each other… were they? Hermione shook her head, not wanting to dwell on it. "Anyways. What did you want, Malfoy?"

Draco cleared his throat, clearing his own head, before continuing. "What did you do to bring this upon yourself, Granger?" he asked.

Hermione stared at her bare feet in shame. "I found a hidden book… Written by her. It had the ritual to summon her. I was foolishly curious and performed it." Hermione knew her explanation lacked most of the details, but she was hoping Draco could look over that.

Draco opened his mouth to reply, but was cut off by Mahalath scoffing. "Please, kitten. That is such a blatant disregard for the truth." She turned to Draco. "My book was about my exploits with my previous host. Our very detailed, explicit, dirty exploits." she teased. She kissed Hermione's neck softly, who couldn't help but mewl. "Our little bookworm here was so unbelievable turned on by it, she decided to summon me herself to experience it firsthand." Draco's eyes widened in disbelief, but the brilliant blush that covered Hermione's face now was proof enough. Mahalath continued to tease Hermione by sucking softly on her earlobe.

"Hermione was desperate to know what it was to have a lover. To feel another's naked body pressed against hers. To be fucked. Hard. To be driven over the edge so many times, over and over again, until she would simply melt." Mahalath smirked at Hermione's embarrassment, and cuddled against her. "And now she will have it. Because that is what I want. And I will use her to get it."

"Draco! Please! I'll do anything you ask. Just help me!" Hermione blurted out. Mahalath snarled, and bit Hermione's shoulder hard, making Hermione cry out in lusty pain. Draco could see small ribbons of blood slowly seep down from the demon's mouth.

"Anything, Granger?" Draco asked, the wheels in his mind turning.

"Any-" Hermione was cut off as Mahalath quickly repossessed her.

"Enough. There will be no deals, and no compromise!" she spat. "Hermione is mine! She summoned me, and she will suffer the consequences of her stupidity."

Draco grinned, and pointed his wand at her. "As much as I would love to be able to fuck you raw as much as I wanted, I, in fact, do need the help of the brightest witch of our age."

Hermione was shocked to hear Draco refer to her as such. Surely he never considered her more than a Mudblood? He referred to her as a witch, which went against everything he was taught to believe. Then again, she couldn't remember the last time they had spoken at all, much less heard him call her a Mudblood.

Hermione's thoughts were interrupted by Mahalath snarling at Draco. "I said I will help you! I just need to feed! If I don't feed, I will die. You couldn't possibly expect me to sacrifice myself just to save her dignity, can you? I did not asked to be summoned. Why should I die just because Hermione couldn't take a few good fucks?"

Hermione was at a loss for words. As much as she did hate Mahalath for what she had done, this really wasn't her fault at all… It was hers. If she hadn't been so worked up, she would have realized the ritual was for a demon instead of a ghost, and would have never even considered performing it. She groaned in frustration.

'Let me talk to him, Mahalath.'

'Why? So you can find a new way to kill me, bitch?' Mahalath spat.

Hermione winced at her scathing words, but knew that in a twisted way, she kind of deserved them. 'No. I'm going to let you possess me…'

Mahalath didn't say anything to that. She simply withdrew once more from Hermione's body.

Draco held his wand steadily at the creature growing out of Hermione's back. Once Mahalath had taken her human form, Hermione sighed.

"Draco, she's right…" she said, defeated. "She wouldn't be here if it wasn't for me, and I can't ask her to kill herself just because I am squeamish…"

Draco stared at Hermione as if she had just grown a second head. Well, a third head. "Granger, you realize that you are sympathizing with a demon! She had used and cast aside hundreds of people before you, and will continue to do it until she is stopped."

Mahalath growled, but hid behind Hermione. Hermione grabbed her hands, and held onto is. "Yes, but she is still a being. She thinks, she feels, and she exists. It's not her fault that the universe requires her to be this way."

Draco rolled his eyes and sighed. "You are completely mental. But hey, if you want to run around, banging every bloke for miles, go for it. It won't be my reputation."

Hermione froze, her resolve crumbling. Mahalath, sensing this, finally spoke up. "Hermione has shown me a kindness no one has shown me for millennia. I wouldn't harm her just to harm her. I can be… discreet when I want to be."

Draco shook his head. "No. I know better than to trust you, demon. So here's what's going to happen. If Granger doesn't want to let you go, fine. But if you stay, I will cast Imperium Commutatiónibus on you."

Mahalath stiffened. "No…" she whispered.

Hermione furrowed her brow, confused. "What is that?" she asked.

"A transfer of control spell. Basically, your roles would be reversed. The demon would live inside you, and could feed, but you would be in control."

Hermione admitted she would much rather have this option. "If Mahalath is alright with it?" she asked, looking back at the succubus behind her. She was shocked to see her so frightened.

"Promise you won't neglect me?" Mahalath asked in a small voice. "I don't want to die…"

Hermione put her arm around her and held her close. "I promise. Just help me when you can, alright?"

Mahalath nodded, and then turned to Draco. "Fine. I accept. But you much ensure that I am able to feed enough to survive. Remember, human. If I die inside of her, she will come with me."

Hermione froze. She didn't know that. But before she could raise an objection, Draco pointed his wand at Mahalath and said, "Imperium Commutatiónibus."

A white flash of light struck Mahalath in the chest, and she was quickly absorbed back into Hermione's body. Draco watched Hermione curiously. "Still alive, Granger?"

Hermione felt Mahalath's presence in her mind, but the weight of it wasn't there like it was before. She willed her arm to move, and it did. She blinked, and her eyelids responded. Hermione smiled, satisfied. "As alive as I'll ever be, Malfoy."

Mahalath was silent, but Hermione could feel a aching growing inside her. "Something is wrong." she told Malfoy.

He took a step closer to her, lifting her head to look into her eyes. "What is wrong?" he asked.

Hermione blushed, her nudity had been forgotten, but now it was very prevalent on her mind. Draco stood not a foot from her, bare-chested, and, according to the boxers on the floor, wearing pants commando style. "She… I…" Hermione stammered.

Mahalath moaned in pain. 'Kitten… I need to feed…' Hermione dropped her control, and let Mahalath's presence surge forward.

Draco stared at Hermione, confused for a moment, as her demeanor had completely changed. Suddenly, he realized what was going on, just as Mahalath wrapped Hermione's legs around him once more.

"I need to feed, Draco. Please… Take off the ring, and fuck us…" Mahalath pleaded, nibbling on his neck, her hands pawing at his back.

Draco groaned, his lust rushing back with a vengeance. He quickly removed his ring, and set it down with his wand. "Fuck, you owe me, Granger." he mumbled, as he captured her lips again.

Mahalath laughed into his lips, and pulled him down on top of her. Hermione was a bit embarrassed, but said nothing. Mahalath, sensing her host's wariness, pulled her back in control.

'Enjoy it, Hermione. Feel him. Taste him. Let him thrust into you and fill that aching void that drove you crazy for weeks.' Mahalath whispered.

Hermione, now fully in control of her body, kissed Draco furiously. He stripped off his pants once more, and with one fluid motion, slid back into her to the hilt.

Both Hermione and Draco moaned at each other's touch, and Hermione dug her nails in his back, and bit his shoulder, causing him to let out a hiss. But it didn't bother him at all. If anything, Hermione felt his thrust grow more urgent and powerful.

Soon, they were both panting from exertion, their skin glistening with sweat. With Mahalath's guidance, Hermione rocked her hips up into Draco as best she could, until she was blindsided by an earth shattering orgasm. She bit down on Draco's shoulder again to stop from screaming so loud as to wake the entire castle, and her entire body shook and convulsed.

Mahalath mewled, and drank from Hermione's release, feeling better, but not yet sated. She coaxed Draco, using Hermione's muscles to tighten around him as she came down from her orgasm. It took about ten seconds until Draco let out a cry of relief, and released deep inside of Hermione. Draco and Hermione held on to each other, both trying to recover, as Mahalath fed off of the both of them.

The energy that Draco gave her was delicious. She would love to suck him dry, but she knew she needed him to eventually reverse the spell. For now, she would settle for tasting him occasionally. And she would, because she would do everything in her power to drive Hermione towards him. He was like candy to her, and she wanted him all to herself.

:-D How was it for you? -DeathDealerWolf