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Wicked
By: Tassana Burrfoot
Draco watched from his hiding spot between two bookcases. She was there, alone. She was always there. Always studying. Always working.
He knew she wouldn't be there much longer. They both had a detention with Professor Snape at nine o'clock that night.
Draco never got detentions with Snape. Snape liked him too much to give him one. But, the boy had asked to be put in detention with her.
"Just one night, Professor," he had requested. "One night alone with her. No interruptions, no pesky guardians to stop me."
At first, Snape had been uneasy about it. It was one thing to give two teenagers detention together. It was another to deliberately put a student in harm's way. But, Draco had assured Snape that no harm would come to her.
He looked at his watch and saw it was thirty minutes until their detention. He glanced at her one last time before turning and leaving the library.
(II) (II)
"What do you intend to do with Miss Granger?" Snape asked as he eyed Draco suspiciously.
The Slytherin shrugged. "I suppose it all depends on what she does," he said evasively. "What did you tell her we would be doing, anyway?"
The Potions Master black eyes attempted to bear into him, but did not succeed. "I told her you'd be cleaning cauldrons," he said, simply, though with a hint of annoyance in his voice. "I didn't know what else to tell her. In all honesty, she hadn't actually done anything wrong for a change."
Draco glanced at the door. "Doesn't matter," he said, almost to himself. "I'm sure she would have if given the chance. My little 'mishap' was convincing enough."
"Your little 'mishap' nearly covered the whole classroom in basilisk venom!" Snape hissed. "You're lucky I didn't make your punishment any harsher. I should give you a real detention for it."
"Oh, come off it, Professor," Draco snorted. "You knew I had it under control. I'm one of the best students in your class. I wouldn't have added the murlap if I thought it would have gone worse than it had."
Snape growled, "Perhaps I'm far too lenient with you, boy. Anyone else would've had their heads chopped off for speaking to me in such a manner."
"It's a good thing I'm not 'anyone else' then," Draco retorted as he sat on top of the teacher's desk.
Snape eyed the boy maliciously, but did not make any further comments, which was probably a good thing because at that moment Hermione Granger entered the room. She had apparently brought her bookbag back up to her Common Room, for she had nothing with her.
Snape stood up and walked around the desk. "I shall be taking both of your wands," he said, holding out his hand.
Draco raised an eyebrow. "Both, Professor?" he questioned.
The Potions Master gave the boy a half smirk. "Oh, yes," he answered. "I do believe that is in order. After all, your punishment isn't meant to be easy. You're meant to... learn something from it."
Draco glanced over at Granger who had already extracted her wand from her robes and was handing it over. "Professor?" she inquired. "Where would you like us to start?"
Knowing he had to play the part of a boy in detention, Draco handed over his own wand and watched the teacher with bored eyes. Snape walked over to the sink and, with a wave of his wand, conjured four cauldrons. "You'll start with the first year cauldrons," he ordered. "As you finish each one, another will appear in its wake. Whatever you do not finish tonight, you can finish tomorrow."
Draco smirked. If things played out the way they were supposed, Snape was giving him more than one night to enjoy Granger's company. He would have to talk to his father and see if there was a way to get Snape a pay raise.
The professor turned towards the door at that. "I will give you until midnight to do what you can," he told them as he shut the door.
Granger looked surprised. "He's leaving us alone?!" she gasped.
Draco smirk was plastered on his face. "What's wrong, Granger? Worried about being alone with me?" he asked as he glanced at the cauldrons. There was no way he was going to clean those disgusting things.
Granger snorted, "Not really, no. I think I've proven on more than one occasion that I can handle anything you throw my way."
He gave a chuckle at this. "Yes, but now you have no wand."
"And neither do you," she cut him off. She walked to the sink and turned on the water as she began to rinse off the first cauldron. "Besides, last I checked, I didn't need a wand to handle you. Just the flat part of my palm works perfectly well."
His eyes narrowed and the laughter died on his lips. He well remembered the slap she had given him in their third year. But, that was three years ago. There was no need for it now. "I think you'll find me much more prepared for such things now, Granger. I won't be caught off guard like that again," he growled, going to stand next to her.
She cast him a sidelong glance. "I have no desire to catch you off guard, Malfoy," she said. "I simply want to serve my detention and be done with it. I have a lot of homework to do and, seeing as you have many of the same classes as I do, you do as well."
"It's Friday night, Granger," he pointed out. "We have until Monday to do our homework."
He picked up one of the cauldrons and gave it a disdainful sneer. "I have other things I'd rather do tonight," he commented as he put the cauldron back down.
She didn't seem the least bit interested as she began soaping up a rag. Whether she was blatantly ignoring him or really concentrating on her work, he could care less. He knew exactly what he wanted to do.
He slid behind her and trapped her between himself and the sink. He breathed in the scent of her hair, mango and kiwi. His hands fixed themselves on either side of her body and rested on the sink as he pressed his body against hers.
He heard her gasped before she snapped, "Malfoy, what are you doing?"
"Enjoying the time I have alone with you," he told her as he pressed his already growing erection against her back. "I have been anticipating this moment since the Yule Ball during our fourth year."
"I will call out," she growled as he felt her stiffen.
He smirked in her hair. "I do not doubt that, though your calls will be heard with deaf ears. There is no one to hear you even if you were to scream at the top of your lungs."
"What do you want?" she asked, fear tinging her voice.
"You," he answered as he turned her around so they were face to face.
Her eyes were as soft and fearful as a doe. He traced her jawbone with the tip of his well manicured finger. "So beautiful," he whispered seductively. "I have been bewitched by you, Granger. You are beautiful, intelligent, and enchanting. I've seen you in the library and among the castle. You drive me wild with fantasies, a contradiction of my upbringing."
Her lip curled. "Your upbringing?" she snarled. "Your upbringing speaks out against this. What would your father say if he knew you were doing... this to a Mudblood?"
He pressed himself more firmly against her as he wrapped his arms around her waist. "I suppose he wouldn't like it too much, but he'd get over it. One cannot be blamed for teenage hormones."
"Let go of me, Malfoy!" she demanded as she began to fight against him.
He pulled her away from the sink only to press her against a student desk. He grabbed her wrist to keep her from hitting him. He slid one leg between hers to pry her legs apart and then added the other one. He held both of her wrists in one hand and used his other hand to lift her knee to his waist and pressed his erection against her core.
"No!" she shouted, trying desperately to tear away from him.
"It's hopeless to fight it," he told her as the hand that was holding her leg crept up to her knickers. "We were meant to do this together, Granger. You can't fight destiny."
"One of Trelawney's predictions?" she spat as she tried to pry her wrists out of his hand.
He snickered. "Not quite. That mad hag knows nothing of importance," he replied, groaning when his clothed cock rubbed against her covered pussy. "Too many clothes."
"Snape took your wand," she said, triumphantly. "You can't possibly unclothe us without letting me go."
He stared at her for a moment while he thought. She was right. Snape made it bloody difficult for him without his wand. But, Muggles were able to have sex like this without wands. They were able to do all sorts of things without wands. And since he was about to fuck a Mudblood...
He let go of her leg and began undoing his fly. He still held onto her wrist as he freed his cock. "That's much better," he sighed as he rubbed his cock against her knickers. "Tell me, Granger. Have you ever had sex before?"
"This isn't sex, this is rape!" she snapped as her fighting found a new strength.
She tried to kick him with her ankles and he used his legs to spread her further apart. "You keep up like that and you'll be able to do splits," he commented, his free hand fumbling with her knickers.
He pushed her knickers aside and pressed the head of his penis against her hole. "Are you a virgin, Granger?" he asked again, closing his eyes at the feel of her hot pussy.
"What does it matter?" she snapped.
He opened his eyes and looked deep into her amber eyes. He could see the fear and unshod tears that lay in them. But, at the same time, he saw... A slow smirk began to spread across his face. "This is exciting you, isn't it?" he asked.
He did not enter her, but merely rubbed himself against her clitoris. He groaned, but managed to keep his eyes open and stared at her, gaging her reaction. It was evident.
"No, I do not," she said, but he could tell she was lying.
Even if she didn't like it, her body was betraying her. He could feel her wetness begin to pool around her as he continued to tease her clit with his head. He brought his head back to her hole and pressed against her. "Are you a virgin?" he asked again.
She stared at him and a single tear drop fell from her eye. That tear drop told him everything he wanted to know. She was a virgin.
With one swift plunge, he dived into her depths and held her as she cried out in pain. For a while, neither of them moved. The only sound to be heard were the echoes of her shout and their panting.
She felt incredible. Her tight warmth surrounded his cock and threatened to bring him to completion much too soon.
He knew what he had to do. Everything now existed on this moment, on this joining. Snape had made things difficult, but not impossible. Draco could still complete his spell with very little problem.
He began to whisper his chant as he waited for her to adjust to his size. He felt her begin to panic again.
"What are you saying?" she gasped through her heavy breathing.
He did not answer her, but continued to chant. Once he felt she was ready, he began to gently slide in and out of her. He timed his thrust to go along with his chant, each accent met his thrust in the rhythmic beat of the ancient magic. He was so close to lose control. He wanted to lose control, but knew that he couldn't. Not this time. There would be plenty of time for that later.
He began to thrust harder and faster, his chanting picking up speed as well. He couldn't wait to have her for his own. After tonight, they would explore all the wonders of sex.
He could hardly chant for his heavy panting, but he continued nonetheless. Sometime during his thrusting, she had closed her eyes and tilted her head back. Her body was arched against his as she tried to meet his thrust.
The spell was working, but he could not stop. He began chanting louder. The room was growing incredibly stuffy. His clothes were too hot, but he couldn't let go. He could feel the sweat on his brow, sweat dripping down his back and chest.
In a final shout, he stopped the chanting and both of them reached their climaxes. He felt her walls clench around him and, with a final thrust, he poured his seed deep into her womb. Neither moved as they descended from their peaks. Their panting was timed with one another.
He looked up at her and was met with her amber eyes. He gave her a half smile as he kissed her lips. Strands of her hair were stuck to her cheeks and he pushed them away. He kissed her again before breathing against her lips, "Are you okay?"
"Wh-what was that?" she managed to croak.
He chuckled as he pulled out of her. He knew his cock was covered in her virginal blood, but he didn't care. He'd clean it later. "Surely an intelligent person like yourself can figure it out," he said as he stepped back and released her.
She stared at him for a moment. "It was a spell of some sort."
He nodded. "Good girl. Now, can you guess what kind of spell?" he asked.
She looked bewildered, but gave a guess, "Something to enhance the sexual experience?"
"Close," he said. "Let me give you a hint."
He held out his hand. "Come to me, Hermione."
Almost against her will, she stepped towards him. She was limping slightly from the pain. Her eyes widened in shock as she stood before him.
He smiled down at her as he wrapped his arms around her waist. It was an ancient spell, used by wizards of old to lay claim upon their witches. In ancient times, it was acceptable that a wizard place such a spell upon his witch to make her obedient and do as he wished. In modern times, it was considered taboo and "dark magic." (Even though it was a spell that had been used by light wizards moreso than dark wizards back then.) She would never accept another wizard or man so long as he remained living.
"You are mine," he said simply as he bent his head and kissed her.