A/N: Just a little plot bunny that wouldn't get out of my head. This is a
one-shot and will not be continued. Hopefully, you'll enjoy it and tell me
what you think. As always, Please R/R!!!
Disclaimer: *sigh* Haven't we been through this before? I don't own it!
Warning: features sexual situations, forced voyeurism, and slight violence. Read at your own risk.
Known Better
The halls of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry were silent as the grave while the students were at home for the Christmas holidays. In fact, the train had left to take them back to Platform 9 3/4 earlier in the day. Now, the only ones left in the castle were a few odd students here and there from varying houses.
In the Head Girl dorm, two bodies were lying tangled on the bed in afterglow from sexual fulfillment. Hermione Granger had stayed at Hogwarts for her Head duties, and her boyfriend, Ron Weasley, had decided to stay with her. Harry had gone back to the Burrow to spend Christmas with Ginny and the Weasleys.
Ron cradled Hermione in his arms as he thought on what they had just shared. It had been their first time together and it was wonderful. Finally being able to be with her completely had made Ron feel whole. He turned to face her and met her eyes with his own as he stroked her chestnut tresses gently.
"I love you, you know."
She pulled away from him, taking the sheet with her, and stood on the other side of her bed. An expression he had never seen from her came across her face and she began speaking to him in a condescending tone.
"Ron, Ron. You're so *naive*."
He studied her with an oblivious eye. "I love you. What's naive about that?"
Hermione watched him carefully. A strange, malicious glint began twinkling in her eyes. Her voice came out too sweet, not unlike that of Professor Umbridge.
"Would you still love me if I told I was fucking Draco Malfoy?"
His eyes grew as wide as saucers, but before he had the chance to say anything, he went flying across to the other side of the room. His wrists were now shackled to the celing with magical chains and when he tried to open his mouth to yell, nothing came out. His wand was lying discarded somewhere on the floor near his robes, and he soon realized there was no way out.
Hermione chuckled at his helplessness for a moment before turning to an empty space near the wall.
"You can come out now. He's bound securely."
An invisibility cloak was ripped away and there, in all his Slytherin glory, stood Draco Malfoy, the Head Boy himself, wand in hand. A cruel smirk was plastered across his features as he took in his handiwork on the redheaded boy. He cocked an eyebrow in unspoken challenge as Ron glared at him before turning to the girl that had bounded up beside him.
He mirrored her smile for a brief second before it twisted into a sneer. He raked his cold, gray eyes over her sheet-clad body before returning to her face.
"I'm not touching you. You've still got Weasel stench on you, and I don't fancy getting it on me. Go clean up."
She obliged and headed for the bathroom. While he waited for her, he turned to the bed. With a swish and a flick of his wand, the bed was back in order with fresh sheets and pillowcases.
He strode over to where Ron stood chained and faced the boy head-on for the first time. Cruelty and vindictiveness danced in his eyes like fairylights.
He drew back his hand and let it fly in a backhand swing. Ron's head snapped to the side and blood began to trail down his chin. The ring on Draco's finger had dug into lip.
"That's for fucking *my* girlfriend, you prickish rodent."
Ron could do nothing but glare at the other boy.
"Did you honestly believe she'd want someone like *you* when she can have *me*? Wow. You really *are* an optimist, Weasley."
Hermione came strolling back into the room dressed in a short, green robe. The significance of the color was not lost on Ron, and he watched in horror as she flushed under Draco's gaze. The blonde boy was now completely focused on her.
They fell upon each other with such passion and heat Ron could swear he felt the temperature in the room rise. It was like watching a train wreck, he just couldn't look away.
Draco and Hermione began to make their way to the bed as their tongues danced together. She snaked her hands around his neck and pushed against the length of him feeling his arousal dig into her stomach. She ground her hips against his and was satisfied to hear the deep moan escape his throat.
His own hands were not idle as he slid them up her thighs under the hem of her robe. He grabbed and lifted her up against him relishing the feel of her heat against the fly of his trousers. He was distracted by the feel of her hands on his bare chest as she ripped the shirt away. Following her lead, one of his hands traveled around her waist and unclasped the belt holding the robe together.
A gasp escaped her lips as her breasts were revealed to him. He pulled back from her mouth to swoop down to her chest catching one of the rosy buds between his teeth. She began to moan as he nipped and sucked for all he was worth. Her knees turned to jelly when he switched his attention to its twin. Suddenly, reality intruded when she felt him scoop her up in his arms.
"Draco, wait. I have to take the spells off of me. I want to feel you."
Ron observed in dismay as she lifted her wand off the bedside table and pointed it between her thighs. After a few chosen words, she set the length of wood back down and took back up where they left off.
Draco took in her lovely naked form as he slid the robe from her shoulders. Her nipples were erect and a deep shade of pink that complimented the flush of her heaving chest. She reached for him and caught him by the belt loop. Her hands made quick work of the buckle and began to pull his pants over his hips taking the black silk boxers with them.
Soon, the floor was littered with their discarded clothing as they writhed together on the bed. He positioned himself at her opening and glided into her core with a fluent grace. They both sighed at the sensation of being joined.
He began to move with slow and steady strokes, increasing in tempo at her whispered encouraging. Her hips lifted up to meet his as she trailed her hands down his spine. Beads of sweat began forming on their temples as they shared an amorous kiss tinged with a sense of urgency.
Hermione arched into him as her head flew back and his name fell from her lips like a prayer. He followed her over into oblivion with a moan and they both contorted in ecstasy.
Ron turned his head away from the sweaty limbs on the bed and a single tear flowed down his cheek.
When they came back down from the intense high and began breathing normally, they realized that Ron had been present the whole time. Draco leaned down pressing a gentle kiss to her temple as he held her in his arms. She sank into him with a contented sigh.
After a few silent moments, Draco rose from the bed with a groan of protest from Hermione. He chuckled at the look on her face before turning to their captive.
"I suppose I need to let Father know we have him. They wanted word as soon as possible. Why don't you keep him entertained while I take care of business?"
She nodded at him as she pulled her robe back on. He watched her while he continued dressing himself.
"Stay away from him though. I've had enough of seeing you with him for a dozen lifetimes."
He gave her one last look before exiting through the door that led to their joint common room. She watched him go before turning her attention to Ron. She sat on the end of her bed directly in front of him before beginning to speak.
"I suppose you're wondering how this all happened." At his nod, she continued. "Well, Draco caught up with me over the summer and made me see the *error* of my ways. You're about to meet the Dark Lord personally, if you were wondering. See, he's forgiven me for my unfortunate birth."
At this, she retrieved her wand once again and turned her back to him untying the robe and letting it slip off her left shoulder.
"Finite Incantatum."
A black spot appeared. It was a minature Dark Mark barely the size of a quarter. Ron felt his mouth drop open.
"Draco has one, too. It's not like we can walk around Hogwarts with it on our arms. Especially when we roll up our sleeves in Herbology or Potions."
She tied the robe back around her waist and turned to face him.
"Oh, don't look at me like that. You don't understand the sacrifices I've made and will continue to make throughout the year to get what I want."
With a victorious smirk, she sidled up to him leaning down to whisper in his ear.
"You see, I'm pregnant with Draco's child."
Hermione pulled back from him letting out a giggle as she took in his wide- eyed expression.
"Shh, it'll be *our* little secret since he doesn't know yet."
She resumed her place at the foot of the bed.
"Being a Mudblood in Voldemort's service is one thing, but carrying on a relationship with one of his precious purebloods is quite another. Lucius would never approve of Draco's association with me, but I fully intend to keep him. That's why I'll do *everything* in my power to make sure Lucius and the Dark Lord are dead at the end of the war, even if I have to kill them myself." Her eyes darkened with resolve. "*No one* will stand between us."
Draco ambled back into the room holding an object in his hand. A scowl appeared on his lips as he noticed their proximity. He pushed Hermione behind him before muttering a charm. Ron now stood fully clothed in chains. Before he could blink, Draco had cast Petrificus Totalus on him before releasing his bonds.
Ron fell over with a clunk. The blonde boy came into his vision with a wide smirk.
"You'll be taken to the Dark Lord and Hermione will be going as the willing captive. Potter will come looking for you, but don't worry, you'll be dead before then. That way, nobody will know of her involvement."
Before he knew it, he could feel the familiar hook behind his navel as they were whisked away to whatever lay on the other side. His last thought before he gave into his dreadful fate was *I shoud have known better. She could have never loved me.*
The End
A/N: Well, I hope you liked it. Very dark compared to what I usually write. And ha, finally, a sex scene! *grin* Well, I just had this vicious thought that wouldn't go away of a Hermione, pregnant with Draco's child, luring Ron to his demise. Hopefully, it came off okay. As always, Please R/R!!!
Disclaimer: *sigh* Haven't we been through this before? I don't own it!
Warning: features sexual situations, forced voyeurism, and slight violence. Read at your own risk.
Known Better
The halls of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry were silent as the grave while the students were at home for the Christmas holidays. In fact, the train had left to take them back to Platform 9 3/4 earlier in the day. Now, the only ones left in the castle were a few odd students here and there from varying houses.
In the Head Girl dorm, two bodies were lying tangled on the bed in afterglow from sexual fulfillment. Hermione Granger had stayed at Hogwarts for her Head duties, and her boyfriend, Ron Weasley, had decided to stay with her. Harry had gone back to the Burrow to spend Christmas with Ginny and the Weasleys.
Ron cradled Hermione in his arms as he thought on what they had just shared. It had been their first time together and it was wonderful. Finally being able to be with her completely had made Ron feel whole. He turned to face her and met her eyes with his own as he stroked her chestnut tresses gently.
"I love you, you know."
She pulled away from him, taking the sheet with her, and stood on the other side of her bed. An expression he had never seen from her came across her face and she began speaking to him in a condescending tone.
"Ron, Ron. You're so *naive*."
He studied her with an oblivious eye. "I love you. What's naive about that?"
Hermione watched him carefully. A strange, malicious glint began twinkling in her eyes. Her voice came out too sweet, not unlike that of Professor Umbridge.
"Would you still love me if I told I was fucking Draco Malfoy?"
His eyes grew as wide as saucers, but before he had the chance to say anything, he went flying across to the other side of the room. His wrists were now shackled to the celing with magical chains and when he tried to open his mouth to yell, nothing came out. His wand was lying discarded somewhere on the floor near his robes, and he soon realized there was no way out.
Hermione chuckled at his helplessness for a moment before turning to an empty space near the wall.
"You can come out now. He's bound securely."
An invisibility cloak was ripped away and there, in all his Slytherin glory, stood Draco Malfoy, the Head Boy himself, wand in hand. A cruel smirk was plastered across his features as he took in his handiwork on the redheaded boy. He cocked an eyebrow in unspoken challenge as Ron glared at him before turning to the girl that had bounded up beside him.
He mirrored her smile for a brief second before it twisted into a sneer. He raked his cold, gray eyes over her sheet-clad body before returning to her face.
"I'm not touching you. You've still got Weasel stench on you, and I don't fancy getting it on me. Go clean up."
She obliged and headed for the bathroom. While he waited for her, he turned to the bed. With a swish and a flick of his wand, the bed was back in order with fresh sheets and pillowcases.
He strode over to where Ron stood chained and faced the boy head-on for the first time. Cruelty and vindictiveness danced in his eyes like fairylights.
He drew back his hand and let it fly in a backhand swing. Ron's head snapped to the side and blood began to trail down his chin. The ring on Draco's finger had dug into lip.
"That's for fucking *my* girlfriend, you prickish rodent."
Ron could do nothing but glare at the other boy.
"Did you honestly believe she'd want someone like *you* when she can have *me*? Wow. You really *are* an optimist, Weasley."
Hermione came strolling back into the room dressed in a short, green robe. The significance of the color was not lost on Ron, and he watched in horror as she flushed under Draco's gaze. The blonde boy was now completely focused on her.
They fell upon each other with such passion and heat Ron could swear he felt the temperature in the room rise. It was like watching a train wreck, he just couldn't look away.
Draco and Hermione began to make their way to the bed as their tongues danced together. She snaked her hands around his neck and pushed against the length of him feeling his arousal dig into her stomach. She ground her hips against his and was satisfied to hear the deep moan escape his throat.
His own hands were not idle as he slid them up her thighs under the hem of her robe. He grabbed and lifted her up against him relishing the feel of her heat against the fly of his trousers. He was distracted by the feel of her hands on his bare chest as she ripped the shirt away. Following her lead, one of his hands traveled around her waist and unclasped the belt holding the robe together.
A gasp escaped her lips as her breasts were revealed to him. He pulled back from her mouth to swoop down to her chest catching one of the rosy buds between his teeth. She began to moan as he nipped and sucked for all he was worth. Her knees turned to jelly when he switched his attention to its twin. Suddenly, reality intruded when she felt him scoop her up in his arms.
"Draco, wait. I have to take the spells off of me. I want to feel you."
Ron observed in dismay as she lifted her wand off the bedside table and pointed it between her thighs. After a few chosen words, she set the length of wood back down and took back up where they left off.
Draco took in her lovely naked form as he slid the robe from her shoulders. Her nipples were erect and a deep shade of pink that complimented the flush of her heaving chest. She reached for him and caught him by the belt loop. Her hands made quick work of the buckle and began to pull his pants over his hips taking the black silk boxers with them.
Soon, the floor was littered with their discarded clothing as they writhed together on the bed. He positioned himself at her opening and glided into her core with a fluent grace. They both sighed at the sensation of being joined.
He began to move with slow and steady strokes, increasing in tempo at her whispered encouraging. Her hips lifted up to meet his as she trailed her hands down his spine. Beads of sweat began forming on their temples as they shared an amorous kiss tinged with a sense of urgency.
Hermione arched into him as her head flew back and his name fell from her lips like a prayer. He followed her over into oblivion with a moan and they both contorted in ecstasy.
Ron turned his head away from the sweaty limbs on the bed and a single tear flowed down his cheek.
When they came back down from the intense high and began breathing normally, they realized that Ron had been present the whole time. Draco leaned down pressing a gentle kiss to her temple as he held her in his arms. She sank into him with a contented sigh.
After a few silent moments, Draco rose from the bed with a groan of protest from Hermione. He chuckled at the look on her face before turning to their captive.
"I suppose I need to let Father know we have him. They wanted word as soon as possible. Why don't you keep him entertained while I take care of business?"
She nodded at him as she pulled her robe back on. He watched her while he continued dressing himself.
"Stay away from him though. I've had enough of seeing you with him for a dozen lifetimes."
He gave her one last look before exiting through the door that led to their joint common room. She watched him go before turning her attention to Ron. She sat on the end of her bed directly in front of him before beginning to speak.
"I suppose you're wondering how this all happened." At his nod, she continued. "Well, Draco caught up with me over the summer and made me see the *error* of my ways. You're about to meet the Dark Lord personally, if you were wondering. See, he's forgiven me for my unfortunate birth."
At this, she retrieved her wand once again and turned her back to him untying the robe and letting it slip off her left shoulder.
"Finite Incantatum."
A black spot appeared. It was a minature Dark Mark barely the size of a quarter. Ron felt his mouth drop open.
"Draco has one, too. It's not like we can walk around Hogwarts with it on our arms. Especially when we roll up our sleeves in Herbology or Potions."
She tied the robe back around her waist and turned to face him.
"Oh, don't look at me like that. You don't understand the sacrifices I've made and will continue to make throughout the year to get what I want."
With a victorious smirk, she sidled up to him leaning down to whisper in his ear.
"You see, I'm pregnant with Draco's child."
Hermione pulled back from him letting out a giggle as she took in his wide- eyed expression.
"Shh, it'll be *our* little secret since he doesn't know yet."
She resumed her place at the foot of the bed.
"Being a Mudblood in Voldemort's service is one thing, but carrying on a relationship with one of his precious purebloods is quite another. Lucius would never approve of Draco's association with me, but I fully intend to keep him. That's why I'll do *everything* in my power to make sure Lucius and the Dark Lord are dead at the end of the war, even if I have to kill them myself." Her eyes darkened with resolve. "*No one* will stand between us."
Draco ambled back into the room holding an object in his hand. A scowl appeared on his lips as he noticed their proximity. He pushed Hermione behind him before muttering a charm. Ron now stood fully clothed in chains. Before he could blink, Draco had cast Petrificus Totalus on him before releasing his bonds.
Ron fell over with a clunk. The blonde boy came into his vision with a wide smirk.
"You'll be taken to the Dark Lord and Hermione will be going as the willing captive. Potter will come looking for you, but don't worry, you'll be dead before then. That way, nobody will know of her involvement."
Before he knew it, he could feel the familiar hook behind his navel as they were whisked away to whatever lay on the other side. His last thought before he gave into his dreadful fate was *I shoud have known better. She could have never loved me.*
The End
A/N: Well, I hope you liked it. Very dark compared to what I usually write. And ha, finally, a sex scene! *grin* Well, I just had this vicious thought that wouldn't go away of a Hermione, pregnant with Draco's child, luring Ron to his demise. Hopefully, it came off okay. As always, Please R/R!!!