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AN : This chapter is definitely rated M, don't say I didn't warn you about my 'baby lemon'

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Devil's Deal

Chapter 3- Disturbing Directions

Hermione agitatedly paced the length of her small personal library as memories of her earlier conversation with Draco consumed her weary mind. Her anxiety was not due to her deliberating on whether she should accept the preposterous deal, but rather she was trying to work up enough courage to go to Draco and inform him that she had accepted his conditions.

Over the past few hours she had reasoned that the only course of action available to her was indeed to become his mistress. Although she was aware that he hadn't made an actual offer to her, and that he had seriously been trying to discourage her from asking for his help, she was still determined to use this little opportunity to fulfill her promise to Ron's mother.

'A sense of responsibility was sometimes such a bitch', she thought despondently as she slumped into her favourite wing-backed chair. At that moment, if she had to categorize her feelings, the most appropriate label would undoubtedly be 'cognitive dissonance'. It had been easy for her to dismiss the trepidation she had felt at being with Draco for a month, since in her estimation a month was a small sacrifice to give in order to ensure the safety and well being of three lives. . Yet, she was scared to contemplate the actual idea of being naked in a bed with Malfoy and consummating the act. Also, the very idea of having to convince him that she was good enough to keep as a mistress was surely going to give her heart failure.

How was she supposed to do that? Were there some tricks that she should know? Did he have any weird sexual fetishes? Did she even know what a weird sexual fetish was? She tried to calm herself by taking deep breaths but was instead giving herself hyperventilation. The loud chiming of the clock was what startled her out of her anguish. She glanced at it surprised to see that it was already eight o'clock.

"Time sure flies when you're having fun" she muttered to herself sarcastically, then leaned back in her chair, her mind now unexpectedly focused. She was sorely tempted to owl Ginny and let her know what was going on but she knew that this had to remain a secret. If Harry found out he would undoubtedly try to have Draco drawn and quartered for his audacity, and of course no-one would allow her to sell herself to him, not even if it meant the end to all of their worries. No, she had to go through this alone and whether she succeeded or failed it was important for her to know that she had tried her utmost best. The time for procrastination was over, every second wasted was detrimental to Ron and Pansy, and it was this thought that immediately propelled her into action.

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"Oh, Miss Granger, it's a pleasure to meet you" the house elf fairly gushed. Apparently her notoriety in the house elf world hadn't diminished since they had been liberated.

"Its nice to meet you too, and your name is?" She asked teasingly as she stood bundled in her coat, waiting for the elf to allow her entry into the Malfoy mansion.

"I'm Jinky, master Malfoy's personal elf" he beamed proudly at her.

The first thing she realized was that Jinky was completely clothed which indicated that he was a freed elf but still choosing to work in Malfoy's service. The second point that she noticed was that Jinky seemed inordinately pleased to be working for Malfoy. For obvious reasons this struck her as astounding, especially considering the fact that Draco and his family had been so cruel to the elves during her years at Hogwarts.

"Please come this way" he ushered her into the huge well lit foyer "and I'll let my master know you're here" he smiled before he quickly made his way up the winding staircase.

By the time Jinky returned she was a bundle of nerves again. It was becoming damned irritating how swiftly her mind changed from being a normally strong, confident woman to being a fearful coward.

"My master will be with you shortly, please follow me to the study" Hermione could only nod her head, she couldn't even pretend to return his affable smile.

She was shown into a spacious yet cozy room, and she felt as if she had walked into a piece of heaven. The walls were covered with book shelves, each laden with an immense number of texts and scrolls. There was a roaring fire with a plush rug, and throw cushions placed directly in front of the fireplace. There were also two large, comfortable looking armchairs and a coffee table enclosing the rug. A large wooden desk was situated in a corner of the room, adjacent to a beautifully paned window. The entire room was thickly carpeted and well lit by wall scones.

She had unconsciously begun to walk towards the nearest book shelf when she heard the door open and then close behind her. She turned around slowly, a feeling of dread overwhelming her. In that instant she knew what it must feel like to face the hangman's noose. Her hands were cold, her breathing hitched, and her heart felt as if it would pump out of her chest. She finally faced her executioner, but impossibly she started to feel warmer just by looking at him.

With his platinum blond hair and winter coloured eyes, he should look like an ice demon but there was nothing about his appearance that made her want to be frozen. He was dressed for bed in black silk pajama pants and dressing robe. He had not bothered to belt the robe, giving her an eyeful of leanly muscled chest and a ridged stomach. His face was still set in harsh lines but this only further emphasized his cleanly shaven jaw and the sensuous line of his mouth. There had never been any denying it, even at Hogwarts, Draco Malfoy was sinfully gorgeous.

"Couldn't you have owled me your refusal Granger?" he asked sardonically.

She looked at him flustered, finally remembering the nerve-wracking purpose for her visit.

"I'm not here to refuse your offer" she told him steadily, mentally gathering her courage.

For the second time today she saw a stunned expression on his face but then he narrowed his eyes at her.

"What are you here for then?" he finally asked coldly.

"I…. I want to become your mistress" she stated quietly, her eyes downcast.

"Granger…. none of this is necessary" he sighed exasperatedly, running a hand through his silky hair. She became enraged when he said this as it was obvious that he wasn't realizing the seriousness of the situation.

"Of course its necessary, a baby's life is at stake" she told him angrily "but I wouldn't expect someone like you to understand that"

He recoiled as if she had slapped him, his eyes glowing like liquid silver.

"Someone like me?" he bit out furiously, and his jaw clenched ominously.

"Of course I wouldn't understand" he continued sarcastically "because my type of people make a hobby out of killing defenseless children, that's what you mean, right?" he finished coldly furious. It was more than obvious that she had severely insulted him.

"I didn't mean that" she tried feebly to defend herself.

"Granger, I don't think you have any bloody idea of what you do mean" he bit out scathingly.

Hermione ran a weary hand across her face, tonight was definitely not going as she had expected it to.

"You should leave now, before I say something I'll regret" he informed her remotely, even though she could feel the immense anger emanating from him.

He strode past her and sat down on one of the armchairs, his fierce gaze focused on the fire.

If she had any pride at all, she would have walked out of that room. But she had thrown away all of her pride and dignity the moment she had decided to sacrifice her body for the sake of her friends' lives. Resolve stiffened her spine.

"Before I leave, I want to know if our agreement still stands?" she asked determinedly.

He smirked mockingly "As I recall it….. you were supposed to convince me that you are worth my forgiving Pansy" he reminded her insultingly.

"So go ahead Granger, convince me" he taunted challengingly, crossing his arms across his chest and watching her with furious intensity.

Never one to back down from a challenge, she walked over to his chair and knelt in front of him, her posture unconsciously subservient. She looked at him apprehensively, uncertain of how she would proceed. His face was impassive, his expression almost one of boredom, yet his mercurial eyes expressed how infuriated he still was. This was definitely not going to be easy.

Tentatively she reached out and touched her fingers to the side of his lean face and her senses began tingling at even that small amount of contact. When he didn't push her away, she felt embolden to lean up and gently place her lips unto his. Although it was a very chaste kiss, Hermione felt as if she had just been blasted by some powerful magical spell. When he pulled back and looked down at her she was sure that he might see stars in her eyes.

"Is that the best you can do?" he questioned arrogantly.

Hermione gasped stunned, he truly was a heartless bastard. But somehow she knew that his attitude was born out of his anger for her previous callous comment. Taking a deep breath, she instinctively reached up again but this time she molded her lips to his, experimentally running her tongue along the length of his firm lower lip. For her it stopped being about trying to convince him, and more about experiencing the pleasure she was getting from kissing him. Suddenly he opened his mouth and caught her lower lip between his teeth, as she was totally unprepared for this she gasped, allowing him entry into her mouth. At once he was the master, his tongue plundering her mouth with such ruthlessness that she felt an ache in her most secret of places.

For timeless moments he continued to kiss her, long, openmouthed kisses that left her blood roaring in her head. She gripped his strong upper arms to steady herself but the need to be closer to him was overwhelming. As if sensing this, he steadily eased her back unto the rug and then knelt down over her without even breaking the kiss. When they finally broke apart, both of them breathing harshly, she opened her eyes and glanced up at him. He was looking at her questioningly, his face bathed gold by the light from the fireplace. She knew that this was the deciding point, he was asking her without words if she wanted to continue. For Hermione, this question was easy to answer, as she treaded her fingers through his hair and brought his head back down to hers.

He lowered his body next to hers with one of his hands gently holding the back of her head and the other braced on the rug next to her. Her hands left his head and roamed across his broad shoulders and then down his well defined chest. She was only vaguely aware that she was pushing him back so that he lay on the rug and now she was semi-propped over him. He pulled away from her and she saw his sexy mouth take the shape of that maddening smirk. Merlin, he was beautiful.

She was grateful when he started taking of her cloak, she hadn't even been aware of how stifling her clothing had become. He eased her out of her simple black dress until she was only in her black panties and bra. There wasn't any time for her to feel nervous or self-conscious since almost immediately he leaned in to rain kisses down her neck. The first impact of his lips on the sensitive skin of her neck actually made her gasp and her toes curled. It was only then that she realized that he had already removed her shoes. She was caught up in a maelstrom of desire and Draco was only just getting started.

He stealthily unclasped her bra, and then his hands were firmly cupping her bared breasts, grasping them with his long, strong fingers, until she was arching of the rug. She couldn't contain the utter sigh of contentment that escaped her when his hot mouth finally closed around her already aroused nipple. He suckled her deeply and she felt an answering pull low in her womb. Her fingers gripped his hair tightly, keeping his head exactly where she needed him. When he moved to her other breast she felt she would die of pleasure. He trailed a long line of hot kisses down her belly until he reached the edge of her panties, where she felt his fingers hook onto the band and slowly he pulled them of her and down her legs.

He splayed her legs and knelt between them, absently shrugging of his robe. Hermione's first instinct was to clamp her legs together, but his grip on her thighs did not allow any movement. His large hands slid under her legs and firmly clasped her bottom and at the same time his mouth moved in to taste the very center of her womanhood. Hermione jerked of the rug, being unprepared for such a delicious invasion. All of her tenseness left her as she felt her body melt at Draco's exquisite torture. His mercilessly tongued her hidden pleasure nub as he thrust his long finger into her very core. His mouth and hands moved in perfect rhythm until she was gasping for breath and her entire body was filled with fire. Then quite suddenly her body tensed and pleasure exploded brilliantly through her. She slumped back unto the rug feeling dazed and stunningly replete.

She looked up, only half aware as Draco took off the rest of his clothing. Her mouth went dry when she viewed the tensile strength of his body which was most apparent in his rigid erection.

Someone had once described Draco as being mouthwateringly delicious, and she really hadn't understood that comment until now. She wanted so badly to taste him as he had done her. He, however ,had other plans. He lowered himself between her legs again, but this time he bent her knees, then he slid up her body and kissed her roughly. This movement positioned his vitally engorged flesh directly to her center. She was slightly alarmed when she realized that they were really going to do the act now, especially when he placed a hand on her lower abdomen and recited a protection spell, but then she looked into his face and her anxiety vanished.

Draco's eyes were heavy lidded, his desire burning intensely in his silver eyes. His breathing was unsteady and most tellingly his body was very hot to her touch. She felt a very primal power in knowing that he was aroused as she was. He kissed her again at the exact moment he thrust deeply into her body. The pain was unbearable, her cry of anguish muffled under his mouth.

"Fuck" he muttered harshly, as the realization that she had been a virgin dawned on him.

He shook his head slowly in disbelief, keeping his body completely and utterly still. He tilted her head slowly so that he could look into her face, and very gently he brushed his hand across her cheek. Slowly she opened her eyes to meet his, and she was deeply moved when she saw the regret that was apparent on his face.

"The pain is going to pass soon, right?" she asked him quietly.

"An educated virgin" he whispered sounding amazed, but she could see from the clenching of his jaw, the immense restraint he was exhibiting.

"Yes it will pass soon" he assured her and then gently kissed her.

Hermione felt the pain reduce to a dull ache, and her body at once began to respond to having Draco fitted so snugly inside of her. Tentatively she moved her hips a little, but stopped when she heard his muffled groan. Startled she looked up at him, wondering if she was doing something wrong.

"Please don't do that unless you want us to continue" he told her raggedly.

Hermione thought about this for a second and then moved her hips again while keeping her eyes trained on his face. His eyes widened fractionally as he grasped her intent, and she smiled an unknowingly sensuous woman's smile.

He started to move very slowly out of her and then he plunged in but she felt no pain then, only earth-shattering pleasure. He continued moving slowly and then faster as he built his rhythm.She was writhing beneath him, even as she moved her body instinctively with his to meet his powerful thrusts. Again her body was consumed in heart, the feeling was like her earlier climax only a hundred times more intense.

"Please" she begged him, not even aware that she was begging, and then for only the second time in her life she died the 'silent death'. She felt as if she wasn't on the earth anymore but instead floating on immense waves of pleasure. She only barely registered hearing Draco's guttural groan, and felt him collapse against her, before she drifted into a replete sleep.

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She wasn't sure how long she slept, but when she awoke Draco was already dressed and sitting in the armchair staring at her. Instinctively she tried to cover her nakedness, but was relieved to find that she had already been covered with a quilt. She felt unbelievably shy and that feeling only intensified as he continued to watch her. She didn't know what to say as she had never been in a situation like this. Her nervousness was almost becoming tangible.

"Would you like to stay here tonight or go home" he asked softly and astonishingly kindly .

This was all too new to her and she was glad that he had somehow guessed that she needed sometime to come to terms with what had happened to her tonight. Never would she have thought that she could lose herself so completely to any man... much less to a man whom she had always considered cold and dispassionate.

"Home" she responded quietly, and she could have sworn that she saw a flash of disappointment in his eyes at her answer. Immediately she wanted to change her mind, but he had already gotten up and was turning away from her.

"When you're finished dressing I'll apparate you home"

"Oh, that won't be necessary" she attempted to reassure him.

"I will apparate you home" he reiterated firmly, and she realized that it was no use debating him.

"Thank You" she told him quietly, while she hastily pulled on her clothes. She was so grateful that he was considerately keeping his back turned to her.

"I'm ready" she said after a few minutes

He turned and looked at her and she saw heat blaze in the back of his eyes as he looked at her throat. Slowly he walked to her and raised his finger to the frantically beating pulse in her neck. He whispered a spell, and she looked at him questioningly.

'Taking care of a little mark" he told her sardonically, and instantly she remembered when he had bit her there earlier. His nearness was giving her butterflies in her stomach, and his mouth was just a tempting few inches away. She gasped when he gripped her upper arm, and noticed his smirk before he apparated them to her front porch.Standing now in her familiar territory, she was reminded of the circumstances that had led her into his arms tonight.

"Did… Was…Are you…." She didn't know how to ask if she had been good enough to convince him. Her telltale blush was what probably finally alerted him as to what she was trying to ask. Instantly his face hardened and then he placed a finger on her lips effectively silencing her.

"Don't spoil it" he whispered harshly, before he softly kissed her and apparated away.

Hermione stood for long minutes on her porch, staring out into the darkness with her trembling hand pressed to her lips.

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