Chapter Three: "Perhaps I'll Go Play A Pickup Game of Quiditch, While The Dark Lord Cheers Me On From The Stands."
Waiting for Harry and Ron to come back for her was becoming tedious, Hermione realized one day. According to the scratches she had been making into the mildew covered wall, she had been stuck in this pit of hell for well over 2 months, which was really much much longer when one considered her only company was Draco freaking Malfoy. If it didn't embarrass her enough to have to use a disgusting bucket for relieving her bodily functions, while he talked to her, she nearly expired when her monthly visitor arrived. Apparently being in constant mortal peril and only surviving on meager meals didn't exempt her from having to wash her underwear in the small bin of water Mrs. Malfoy snuck down for her son. Thankfully, the blonde was either too busy laughing at her for 'finally becoming a woman' or being squicked out about the whole situation.
"So Granger, tell me a secret about yourself that even Potty and Weasel don't know," the Malfoy heir's deep voice called as he walked closer to her from the bucket corner. The petite witch rolled her eyes. "Yes, please get your Dict-o'quill ready and take notes as I spill all my deepest, darkest secrets to you," she snorted, standing to her full height and stretching, enjoying the cracking sounds coming from her back. He grinned at her, boyish charm shining in his eyes. "I knew it, you've always been in love with me but, alas, it was never meant to be because I was a big bad Slytherin, and you were a little Lioness. I knew it, the ladies can't resist me!" he declared theatrically, running a hand through his dirty hair. Hermione's jaw dropped at his audacity. "Oh yes, of course, because everything about me screams 'boy crazy'. All that time spent in dark libraries at all hours of the night, you didn't think I was just studying did you? Oh no, of course it was a great place for all my secret rendezvous! Countless lovers, I tell you!" she finished sarcastically.
Draco wasn't deterred in the least. She was, after all, his only entertainment in this bloody place. He slid in closer to her. "I knew it! So tell me, Hermione….how many men have actually climbed Mount Granger?" he stage whispered, enjoying the darkening of her cheeks. The witch frowned at him, willing the heat to leave her face. "How presumptuous of you to assume there is someone man enough to do so," she bit out, folding her scarred arms across her chest. Draco's fine eyebrows raised slightly. "All that time in the woods with two teenage wizards and neither tried to sneak under your blankets at night?" he asked incredulously. Hell, she'd only been there 2 months and he'd thought about sneaking in a shag with her! It's not like they had anything better to do, he reasoned.
Her silence was answer enough. "I see, so when did you realize that Potter and Weasel were lovers? It explains a lot, really, how did I not see this sooner?" Draco teased, wincing when she boxed his ear. "Honestly! Harry is in love with Ginny and Ron, well, he was gone for a few months before he found us again. Besides, being hunted every second of your life doesn't exactly put anyone in the mood," she replied huffily. "Merlin, how old are we, 12? You don't have to love someone to perform the act of love! How adorably muggle of you, Granger," the blonde smirked. "Hormones too much for you, Malfoy? Don't think I haven't heard you wanking when you think I'm asleep! How can you even think of doing that when we're in here? Dreaming of a pliant Pansy Parkinson, are we?" she countered, annoyed that he didn't seem bothered by her revelation.
"Please, don't insult me! Pansy is alright, but she's not exactly wanking material, especially when I know firsthand that she's more frigid than McGonagall on a cold day in hell. As to the how, what else am I going to do when I'm bored, go read a book? Perhaps I'll go play a pickup game of Quiditch, while the Dark Lord cheers me on from the stands," he grinned at her annoyed expression. She was really too easy, she's lucky she was sorted into Gryffindor or else she would have been eaten alive.
"Or maybe you'll give me a pity shag."
Her curls frizzed up as her face burned redder then before. 'Well, stranger things have happened, she reasoned. Taking a deep breath, she looked him square in the eye. "Maybe I will."
Draco's silvery eyes blinked at her in disbelief. 'Merlin's left nut, is she saying what I think she is?' he tried to process. He took a tentative step closer, just a breath's width from her heart shaped face peering up to him. Even in these filthy conditions, she was still beautiful. Her curls were sleeked down from oil, finally tamed. Her honey eyes still glowed with intelligence, a very attractive trait indeed. Her mouth was plump from biting it nervously, her pink tongue slipping out to whet her lips. Her skin was smooth and pale from not seeing sunlight, the freckles she had before had faded away. 'When she's not too busy being swotty, she certainly is attractive,' he considered. He reached a tentative hand to her face, encouraged when she didn't stop him. Whetting his own lips, he leaned down to press his mouth to hers in a questioning kiss.
Hermione remained quiet, but inside, she was screaming that this was Draco Malfoy, a Death Eater, who made it his personal mission to make sure she knew she was not welcomed anywhere. The smaller part of her brain quieted the screaming, reminding her of the Draco of the last two months, who was going to die a prisoner in his own home; the Draco who had ripped the clothing off his back to make a bandage for her so she wouldn't bleed out and die. That Draco had his lips on hers, and she didn't feel repulsed, not even a bit.
He roughly pressed her against the damp wall hard, his mouth never leaving hers. Her small fingers wrapped around the long pieces of hair at his nape, allowing him to lift her slightly up for a better angle. Their ragged breathing mingled with soft sighs as ran his hands all over her lush body, skinny from hard living but still womanly in all the right places. His knee slightly nudged her legs apart to get closer to her center, breaking apart from her briefly. "Are you sure this is what you want Hermione?" he asked breathlessly, terrified she would change her mind. Her eyes never left his as she slowly reached for the hem of her jumper and pulled up. Standing in front of him in only her bra and jeans, she waited for him to make his move. Swallowing hard, the blonde lifted his own shirt off and pressed both hands to her sweet face, leaning back in to kiss her. He was ridiculously hard but didn't want to scare her, only letting his hands roam her back and side for the time being.
Huffing slightly in impatience, the little witch reached behind her back and undid her bra hooks, letting it fall forgotten to the ground. Taking his surprised hands, she placed them firmly on her breasts, daring him to move them. He groaned at the moxie of the witch in front of him, lowering his head to her right nipple and taking it in his mouth. Her breath hitched as his tongue played with her, his other hand keeping busy with her other breast. Switching nipples, he grinned up at her. "Cheeky man," she hissed in pleasure, her head lolling back against the stones.
He didn't reply but began silently undoing the button on her pants, pushing down the material over her hips slowly. He was half expecting her to put a stop to it but she allowed him to remove the last article of clothing off her willing body. "Merlin, you are so bloody perfect," he whispered, wrapping his arms around her and kissing her deeply. Hermione felt his hardened member poke her thigh and stiffened slightly. Sensing her apprehension, he tried to pull away but she wasn't having that. "It's okay, Draco," she whispered in his ear, pulling him back to her. Nodding, he slid down his own trousers and freed his member. Reaching a hand down to her center, his fingers touched her damp curls and he slid them inside her warmth. Gasping slightly at the new sensation, Hermione's breath hitched as he played with her clit and pumped at the same time. "Oh my gods…"
Pulling out, Draco ran a sticky hand down her leg and lifted it slightly to position his cock at her entrance. "Please," she breathed, holding onto his shoulders tightly. "I'm sorry," he pleaded, as he thrust up and broke through her innocence. Her body protested the intrusion intensely, but Hermione gritted her teeth to keep from crying. She felt him trembling, trying to hold back his own urges and desires. Sighing in relief as the pain subsided, she used her heel to dig into his buttock, urging him to continue. Lifting her completely, the wizard wrapped her legs around his waist and cried out at the tightness around him. He kissed her everywhere his mouth could reach as he pumped into her, her body totally enveloped in his. Hermione felt the flutterings of something and her body screamed at her to reach in between their bodies and touch herself. Instinctually, she rubbed her clit and moaned into his mouth, her nipples hard against his chest. "Fuck, Hermione….keep doing that," he begged, loving the feeling of her quim fluttering around his cock as he fucked her into the wall. "Draco, I don't…I think…" she whined, the intense feeling in her belly swelling until she cried out into his glistening neck. With a yell, he coated her walls with his cum, continuing to thrust until he couldn't cum anymore.
Breathing hard into her neck, he gently pulled out and let her shaky legs down to the floor. Reaching down to pick up her sweater, he wrapped it gently around her shivering body and held her close. "Are you okay?" he asked quietly, rubbing his hands soothingly on her back. She nodded, letting her head rest against his chest. "You were perfect," the blonde kissed her mouth softly. Silently, they got dressed before sitting on the ground. Hermione let her head rest on his shoulder, her eyes growing heavy. "Sleep, Hermione," was all she heard before succumbing to sleep.
Draco stared down at her slumbering form. Waiting a few minutes, he inched away and laid her gently on the floor. He had to do this quickly before the time limit was up. Biting his lip, he mentally went over the spell before placing his hands firmly on her womb. He felt remorse for tricking her this way but he had no other option. It was now or never. Closing his eyes he whispered a deep sleeping charm to keep her unconscious. It felt strange to have the magic flowing through his veins after such a long time, like being able to see after a year of blindness.
It was a simple spell, really, for one of such consequence. "Haeres Genitus," he said firmly, feeling his palms warm against her bare skin, allowing the old magicks to flow through him. "Sanguis sanguinem meum, et caro de carne mea. Animam meam pono pro te*…" he gritted, biting his lip hard enough to draw blood. Smearing it onto her flat belly, he drew the ruin for his family name, Malfoy.
Finally, the heat faded and the ritual was complete. Lying down next to her, he smiled gently with the knowledge his spell worked before slowly closing his eyes for his final rest. His breathing slowed minute after minute before finally, Draco Malfoy breathed no more.
*blood of my blood, flesh of my flesh. I give my life to you.