Disclaimer: Nothing about Harry Potter belongs to me. The only thing in this story is Harry, Hermione and Malfoy's newly found insanity. I am getting no profit from anything here.

Harry slipped into the small cottage and shrugged off the invisibility cloak. He looked around, expecting to see Hermione's small figure somewhere. She was nowhere to be found. He sat on a chair that was rather large and impatiently waited for the door to the cottage door to open. He stared at the knob for a while, willing Hermione to come in in some of the sexy lingerie he knew she had. I should have known she would wimp out. Not everyone can handle this more than once. I mean…I AM the perfect lover. He envisioned the last time he and Hermione had been together. The loud moans that had echoed through the room of requirement. He still had scars from the scratches the bitch had given him on his back. He remembered the melding of pain and pleasure as her fingers dug into his skin. He hoped she hadn't trimmed her nails.

The door slid slowly open and Harry was amazed as Hermione stepped in the door. She had hastily unzipped her robe and as it fell to the floor Harry could see every curve to see. He traced her body with his eyes. He could feel the stirring in him and leapt from his seat quickly. He claimed her with a lustful kiss, and he could feel her practically melting under his fingers. He was going to pay her back for making him wait. No one made Harry Potter wait for anything. Especially not this fuzzy headed bitch. Suddenly she pulled away. What is this?! NO ONE pulls away from me.

"Things are going to be different tonight Harry, dear," Hermione was saying as she backed away from him. "Tonight…I'm going to control everything that happens here. You are going to be my slave. And what I say goes." When she got nothing but a blank stare from him, she walked over and popped a belt in his face. "I'm going to use this to tie your hands up. Then I'm going to cover your eyes. And don't worry Harry. You're going to enjoy everything tonight."

The Amazing Mister Potter was not used to taking orders, but he had to admit it was turning him on. The stirring that had started when Hermione stepped into the small cottage was now making him crazy. Hermione muttered something and suddenly the room was free of every piece of furniture. Even the giant wood stove was gone. Harry paid no attention as she wrapped the belt around his wrists and slipped a blindfold over his eyes. He found himself rising to the occasion.

Hermione looked down at the "wonder boy" lying on the floor in front of her, practically writhing in anticipation of being her slave. If only he knew who was standing just beside her. He was so caught up in his excitement (just as she knew he would be) he didn't even hear Malfoy step into the room. She smiled at Malfoy as she roughly pulled Harry's arms above his head. Harry's breathing was heavy and gasping. Not being able to see was driving him mad with anticipation.

Malfoy yanked at Harry's belt and succeeded in getting a raspy moan from Harry. There was practically a tent in his pants and he was anxious to be relieved. Malfoy opened Harry's pants, and the boxers underneath and was impressed. So the golden boy really is well endowed. I thought it was just a rumor. No wonder he keeps the girls flocking to him. Oh if only if only this could be mine. What I could do with something as beautiful as this. But for now… He lowered his mouth to the beautiful cock and flicked the tip with his tongue before taking the head into his mouth. Harry let out some obscene mixture of a sigh, a gasp, and a moan, bringing a smile to Malfoy's lips.Harry raised his hips into the air, trying to push himself further into Malfoy's mouth. Malfoy removed his mouth from Potter Jr. and Hermione chided Harry.

"What did I say about who was in control tonight Harry? Surely your lust hasn't made you forget this quickly. If you cant behave, I'll have to leave you here for Hagrid to find."

"I-," Harry began. He took multiple deep breaths and then started again. "I'm sorry," he managed between gasps.

"I'm sure you are, dear, but how am I to be sure that in your frenzy you wont do it again?" Hermione asked in a voice that just dripped sarcastic sympathy. "I really just don't know Mr. Potter. Seems to me you can't control yourself."

"P…Please Hermione. I'm going crazy here. I…I'll do anything."

Hermione looked at Malfoy, who was barely stifling a laugh. In order for this to work, his presence had to remain unknown to Harry. "Ok Harry," Hermione finally conceded. "As long as you promise it wont happen again. But if it does, dear, I'll leave you here. Alone, tied up, and blindfolded, and exposed." Both she and Malfoy knew this wasn't true, but she could tell Harry believed her. "Do we have an understanding?" Harry nodded his head.

What have I come to? Harry thought to himself. I'm LETTING myself be controlled by this bitch. But oh, oh how I want it. She's better at this than she was last time. I mean last time it was good…but this time it's mind-blowing. She must have prac- oh goodness does that feel heavenly.

Malfoy was back at work. Engulfing Harry and working his tongue harder than he had ever worked it before. Hermione was standing in a far corner of the room now. She was watching the whole scene and when Malfoy looked at her, he could see her eyes dancing. She was enjoying this much more than she should have been. Oh, she may be a goody-goody in public, but it was obvious to Malfoy that somewhere inside her was a little devil. HE laughed in his head. Who would have ever thought little Hermione would have come up with this.

By now Hermione could tell that Malfoy was driving Harry almost to the point of insanity. She relished the fact that the "Golden Boy" was about to get the shock of his life. As she watched Malfoy, though, she could see that he was enjoying himself quite a bit. There was more than lust in his eyes. What it was she just couldn't put her finger on, but she knew that she had made a mistake by asking Malfoy to do this. He was a bit eager to agree. I should have known something was wrong then. She had been poised use his hatred for Harry to get him to do it, even beg if she had to; but Malfoy had agreed before Hermione had even told him why she wanted to do this. She shook her head and continued to watch Malfoy make the Great Harry Potter shiver with pleasure. This would not turn out the way she had hoped it would. Harry didn't even notice Hermione's footsteps and she walked slowly over to where he was lying. Shivering and coming closer and closer to his climax. She kneeled down beside him, and he jumped as he felt her breath on his ear. Malfoy was still at work, so though he was hopelessly deep in his pleasure, he knew something wasn't right.

"I'll give you a choice Harry, dear. You can either: let this mystery continue their obviously pleasurable administrations, or you can ask them to stop now, and they will." She blew in his ear. "Which will it be Golden Boy?"

Harry thought; quite a hard feat since the person pushing him slowly toward coming was still at their diligent work. "I…I…" he tried even harder to come up with an answer, but he couldn't bring himself to tell this mystery girl to stop. He felt Hermione blow softly into his ear again. "Oh please don't stop," he heard himself moan, despite his better instincts.

"So Harry, dear," Hermione whispered in his ear, "Would you like to see this mysterious persons whose mouth you obviously adore?" She giggled. "Come now Harry, just a little nod will be enough. I'll untie the blindfold, and you can look into the eyes of the person who was nice enough to help you out here tonight. I don't recall being that good Harry." She leaned down and nibbled on his ear. "Harry, I need you to pay attention for me, dear." She was quite sure that if she could see Harry's eyes right now, they would be glazed over, but surely as her name was Hermione Granger he nodded his head stiffly. She laughed internally. Even in the midst of the best blow job in history, that Potter curiosity is taking over.

Hermione took her time unhooking the blindfold from Harry's ears. Oh how she wished she had a camera. No…I won't need it. This moment will be practically seared into my mind. Oh what a moment this will be. She finally removed the blindfold and looked down at Harry. He kept his eyes closed, obviously scared of the moment whenhis eyes would meet with the ones that shared the same face as the mouth that was so very amazing. He slowly opened those beautiful green eyes and elevated his head just a bit. Malfoy looked at without stopping his actions and Hermione laughed out loud as the gray beauties danced with pure delight. She almost fell over when she saw Harry's eyes blazed.

Then something strange happened. Harry's eyes continued to blaze, but in a different way than before. More than just angry lust, but that same thing that had been in Malfoy's eyes. The one Hermione still could not identify. She watched, almost horrified as Malfoy doubled his efforts, and finally drove Harry to climax. Harry shook and released a loud moan as Malfoy thoroughly emptied him of surely all bodily fluids. In the course of everything his head had dropped back down, but as he came he lifted it again, and watched Malfoy intently as he swallowed everything.

Hermione watched, again horrified, as Malfoy muttered a cleaning spell and put Harry's cock away. That was NOT part of the plan. Malfoy was supposed to leave his just short of his orgasm, and he and Hermione were both supposed to leave him to either leave Hagrid's cottage half naked and tied up, or wait until the half-giant or someone else found him here. Malfoy and Harry both were still staring into each other eyes when Hermione slapped Malfoy. He looked at her, dazed, and then simply laughed and got up.

"Well Hermione, I'll see you in potions tomorrow. Harry…" his eyes twinkled and he just smiled before leaving the cottage.

"Malfoy you get back here," she screamed angrily. " THAT WASN'T THE DAMNED PLAN!"

"Hermione come and undo this belt." She turned and looked at him with fierce anger burning in her eyes. "Untie the belt Herms."

"Stop calling me that Harry. And you're supposed to be mad."

"Oh don't think that I'm not. I'm bloody mad, but at the moment the pain in my wrists is more important." She knelt just above him and unhooked the belt around his wrists. "Thank you." He quickly grabbed her wrists.

"Harry what are you…"

"Don't worry Hermione," he muttered before kissing her neck. Her breathing was fevered after awhile, and he'd done nothing more than plant soft kisses in various places. "Whenever you remember this night, dear, remember it was the last night Harry Potter ever kissed any part of you."

He let her practically drop to the floor hot and bothered, seething to her very core, and wishing that he had finished what he had started. She collected her wits, her robe, and her wand. Muttering the simple spell again, she replaced all the furniture. As she put her robe back on and closed the door behind her, she wondered how things had gone oh so wrong. She had done everything exactly to plan. Maybe that was the problem. She made her way back up to the castle muttering about assholes.

A/N: Ok, not much longer, but longer just the same. I was actually aiming for something longer, but decided instead of giving a really long chapter, I would do a few short chapters and post twice a week. Otherwise I'll just get tired of writing. And don't you try to tell me that makes no sense. Don't be pokin logic shaped holes in my illogical bubble.