Chapter reposted 8/25/18.

Thanks again to my best friend and beta, LissaDream!


Draco decided that tonight he would not have sex with Hermione when she arrived. Instead, he would work on the potion with her and try to do away with any suspicions she may have developed the night before. He had thought hard about what he would say and had a plan in place.

When she arrived, they sat at the table and began looking over his notes. She seemed to be staring at the parchment in front of her, but Draco could tell she wasn't actually reading it. She looked like she wanted to say something but was hesitating. He knew needed to act now.

His voice was full of concern and worry. "Hermione, something weird happened last night. I can't really explain it, but I felt really strange and a little sick just before and right after you left."

It was with obvious relief when she met his eyes and responded, "Draco, it happened to me as well and it's happened the other two times I've been in here as well. I've been trying to figure out what it could be." She looked around the room. "Are you cleaning the surfaces really well?"

He couldn't help but get irritated that she would question something so basic. It didn't matter that unclean surfaces was his planned excuse. The fact she could even think he could be so incompetent irked him to no end. It was one thing for him to admit it, but quite another for her to suspect.

Swallowing his pride and his anger, he kept to the script and confirmed her suspicions. "Well, I've been magically cleaning most of the time, but – "

She interrupted him in the swotty voice he despised, "Draco, you know you have to manually clean the surfaces as well! Magic doesn't get up as much residue and can leave traces."

He was scowling internally as she dared to lecture him. He stared at her mouth and watched her lips move as he tuned her out, all while imagining her mouth otherwise occupied. He couldn't help but to laugh internally at the memory of McGonagall and he completely understood what drove Severus to use the old hag in such a way. He had not been able to look at the Transfiguration professor since then which had made class very difficult.

When her lips stopped moving, he spoke. "Yeah, I'm sorry. I know better. It's just... it's only me in here cleaning most of the time and I have other classes and work as well. It's a lot to keep up with. Blaise isn't the best at helping. I'm usually rushing."

He could see the wheels spinning as the apologetic look came over her face. "Oh. Merlin, Draco. I'm sorry! Of course. I'll start helping more. This is now a group project and I'll start doing my share."

Draco internally smirked as he pictured her scrubbing the surfaces naked on her hands and knees. "Thanks, Hermione. I appreciate it." To drive it all home he added, "I'm really grateful that you're doing this with us."

"Let's give the surfaces a good scrubbing now and start fresh," she suggested as she stood and began to roll up her sleeves.

They started cleaning and, despite his best efforts, Draco found he couldn't keep his eyes off her. She was bending over scrubbing and his gaze seemed to remain glued to her backside. A familiar stir within his gut began to plague him.

He swallowed as desire overtook reason. "That area over there probably needs to be cleaned." He pointed to another small table with knives and a couple empty cauldrons.

"Oh, sure." She immediately walked over and started wiping down the surfaces.

After a few minutes, Draco came up beside her and handed her a glass.

"Thought you could use some water," he offered with a small smile.

Thirsty from all the scrubbing, she nodded gratefully and wiped her brow with her forearm before accepting his offering and swallowing down half the glass.

Still irritated from her little lecture earlier, he had her on her knees with her mouth on him within seconds of the potion taking effect. He was not gentle and took pleasure in her struggle as he pulled her hair, forcing her head still, as he rammed himself repeatedly into her mouth. She was gagging and drooling but he didn't care. This is what her mouth was good for, not lecturing him. Just as he spilled his seed, Blaise walked in.

"Fuck, Draco! I thought we agreed you would lay off Granger for a bit!" Blaise was clearly irritated as he sat down and glared at Draco.

Draco pushed Hermione away, refastening his trousers. "Princess, undress and then pick up that rag."

Draco walked towards his accomplice, adamant in his own defense. "She pissed me off and started lecturing me about, well… never mind. The point is, it was necessary."

"Necessary?" asked Blaise.

After undressing, Hermione walked up behind Draco and began kissing his neck and rubbing against him while trying to take off his clothes. Draco ignored her, swatting her hands away as he answered his friend. "Yes, every bit as necessary as you fucking Daphne earlier today. She needed to be taught a lesson, even if she won't remember it."

He turned back to Hermione, grabbing her wrists to stop her incessant groping. "Princess, the floor needs to be cleaned at my feet. Please get on your hands and knees and scrub really hard. Maybe then I'll let you touch me."

Hermione immediately dropped to all fours and started scrubbing the floor with the rag. Draco grinned viciously as he sat in the chair next to Blaise. "Scrub really hard now."

As she started scrubbing faster and harder the wizard's eyes were drawn to her swaying breasts and soft, lightly jiggling bum. Draco cut Blaise a conspiratorial glance and looked back down at her. "Stop scrubbing and lay on your back facing us."

Her chocolate eyes were hazy with lust as she complied.

"Spread your legs and rub your wet pussy." Draco's eyes glittered with delight as he basked in his control over the witch. Look at what I can make you do. That's it, get your fingers nice and wet. Now, take your index finger finger and insert it into your arse."

He shouldn't have doubted whether or not she would actually do it, because she certainly did, albeit very awkwardly. This was too good. "Do it faster. Take your other hand and pinch your nipples. That's it, one at a time. Play with them."

Blaise looked at Draco, shifting in his chair. "I have to admit, this is kind of hot."

The wizards watched her for a few minutes and then Draco released his placket and began stroking himself. "That's enough. Stand up and come over here," he commanded with his erect cock firmly in his grasp.

Hermione jumped to her feet and settled into his lap, her mouth assaulting his. He kissed her ravenously as his hands released his erection and began to explore her naked body.

Blaise stood and started to walk towards the door. "Damn, now I need to find a witch." He grimaced as he readjusted himself and looked back at Draco. "You can't keep doing this, Drake. She's going to catch on at some point." He left the room, shutting the door quietly behind him.

In this moment, Blaise's words meant nothing. All Draco cared about was being with his girl. "Stand up, Princess. We're going into the bedroom now. You were a bad girl lecturing me, so I'm going to do something you might not like, but you'll just have to deal with it." He led her into the bedroom and onto the large bed.

"Get on your knees and lay your chest down against the mattress. I want your bum sticking up in the air." He stroked himself and dipped his hard member into her glistening folds. He whispered a cleansing charm on her anus and slowly tried to force himself in. It wasn't easy. "Oh, Salazar this is tight. Fuck!"

Hermione started to pull away, letting out a squeal of discomfort. "Don't move," he snapped, as he roughly grabbed her hips and held her in place. He started pushing himself in and she started to really squirm and let out a soft sob.

Her distress gave him pause. He froze his movements for a moment as a wash of guilt assaulted him. He realized begrudgingly that he didn't want to hurt her like Blaise had hurt Ginny. He immediately withdrew and rubbed her back. "Ok, fine. I'm sorry. I won't make you do that."

Hermione pressed her core back against his cock and rubbed herself against him, her potion driven desire still consuming all her reason and control. He repositioned himself at her familiar sleeve and slipped into her with practiced ease. She let out a mewl of pleasure as he began to rock his hips back and forth at a slow pace. He felt no need to rush and wanted to relish in this body that seemed to be made just for him. His hands cradled her soft waist as he groaned in pleasure. Her pussy massaged him and gripped him like a vice that never wanted to let go. His balls were tightening and he couldn't control the need to pick up the pace. He started pounding furiously, desperate for release. As he was reaching his precipice, he withdrew and rolled her over before quickly sliding back in so that he could look into her soft, fawn eyes as he filled her. He felt driven to kiss her and came the minute her lips caressed his.

After he caught his breath, he carefully worked out the script for when she came back to reality. He couldn't take her knickers. He would not get away with that anymore. He was certain.

Once she was fully dressed and the charms had been placed on her, he laid her down on the floor next to the table she had been cleaning when he gave her the list potion. He had her sip the antidote and as she started to come around, he obliviated her.

"Hermione! Hermione. Wake up!"

Hermione was feeling dazed as her eyes seemed to focus and widen in surprise. "What happened? Why am I on the floor?"

"Oh, thank Salazar!" Draco proclaimed, worriedly, rubbing his hands through his hair. "Fuck, Granger! You passed out and scared the piss out of me. You were cleaning the table and when I turned around, you were on the floor!" He watched her for a second. "I was just about to call a house elf to get Madam Pomfrey!" He sighed. "Perhaps, I still should," he added quietly, as though talking to himself.

Her head hurt terribly, and she felt foggy. Draco held his hand out and helped her stand. "Are you alright?"

Hermione nodded, "Yes, I think so."

He looked at the table. "Hmm, I was chopping ginger sprouts over here the other day. I'm wondering if I left some residue."

He led her away from the table. Ginger sprouts caused confusion and black outs when being handled if the witch or wizard wasn't very careful and didn't wear a mask. The residue could last for weeks. It was the perfect explanation and perfect for his ruse. "That must be it. I'm so sorry! Are you okay?"

Hermione looked at him with a mix of relief and concern. "Draco, I feel exactly like I did all the other times. That must be what it is."

He led her to the chair Blaise had been sitting in. "Here, sit down." He grabbed the rag she had been using earlier and threw it on the smaller table she had been cleaning, as though it were contaminated. He pretended to get a little light-headed himself and sat down next to her. "Wow, I really think that's what it is." After a minute, he looked at her and she looked like she was better. "Are you sure you're alright? I can take you to the infirmary."

Hermione's head was starting to clear more and more. "Why were you chopping ginger sprouts? They aren't on any of our lists."

Draco shrugged. "It was over a week ago. I know that ginger sprouts can cause confusion. I thought an uncomprehending mind wouldn't be able to follow commands and would therefore be a good addition to the resistance potion, kind of the opposite of the reasoning behind the Venus root thorn. I wanted to try both approaches."

She had to admit it wasn't a bad idea. "Oh, I see."

Now he needed to reassure her. He needed her to trust him. "Hermione, I'll take care of this. I'll get a mask and clean it all up and next time you come this lab will be perfect. Then we can really get to work without you feeling sick all the time. Why don't you go get some rest?"

She smiled gratefully at him. He really was being very sweet. He had changed so much over the past week, seemingly a different person. Working together had forced her to realize he wasn't all bad. It appeared he felt the same about her. The fact she actually considered him a friend made her feel warm inside. She took his hand and squeezed it while giving him a genuine smile. "Thanks, Draco." She stood up and grabbed her bag. When she got to the door, she turned back to him and said softly, "I'm really pleased we're becoming friends."

Draco collapsed into the chair after the door closed. His heart was pounding. She had held and squeezed his hand. She had looked at him the same adoring way she sometimes looked at Potter. She had done these things without the influence of the potion.

He suddenly felt sick with guilt over what he had done to her tonight. He had made her scrub the floor - naked. He had not only made her finger her arse, but had done so in front of Blaise! He had been terribly cruel, and he felt a heady rush of shame wash over him. Humiliating her had been such a rush in the moment, but now he just felt disgust with himself.

He stared at the door. He would never do that to her again. From now on she was for his eyes only. He swore to himself he was going to treat her better, and not use the potion so much. He would take care of his witch from now on. That's what she was, after all; His girl. It was time he started treating her like it. Glancing about, he decided the room really could use a good cleaning and got to work.

When Draco got back to the dorm, Blaise was laying in his bed reading and wouldn't look at him. Their other dorm mates weren't in so Draco could speak freely. He sat on his bed and conceded, "I promise I won't be reckless. I'm going to stop using the potion so much on Granger. She's no longer suspicious and I want to keep it that way. We really do need to work on the potion anyway, so that's what we'll do."

Blaise looked at him with relief. "You sure? You mean it?"

"Yes, I mean it." He collapsed back on his pillow.

Blaise stood up and walked towards him. "Then here." He grinned and threw three knickers at Draco.

"Merlin, Blaise." Draco looked at the panties. "Three?" One pair was rather large. Draco cocked his eye at Blaise while raising the large pair.

"I always wanted to take a big bottomed girl from behind. It was quite enjoyable." He smirked and arrogantly continued, "The other two belong to the Patil twins." He winked at Draco. "At the same time."

Draco's jaw fell. "Blaise, you are a machine."

Wednesday

Hermione arrived at potions the next day and wasn't sure where to sit. It wasn't a lab day, so she didn't know if she should sit with Harry and Ron or with Draco and Blaise. Harry was waving to her as she walked in and just as she started to walk towards him, Professor Snape's signature voice carried through the room. "Please sit with your lab partners. I will not have you switching seats around throughout the semester."

She shrugged at Harry and turned back to see Draco watching her. As she walked towards the Slytherins, she glanced at Professor Snape to see him roll his eyes at Draco. This struck her as odd because Professor Snape never did or said anything derogatory towards his Godson and favorite student.

She took her seat between her two lab mates and waited for the lecture to begin. Draco whispered from beside her. "How are you feeling, Hermione?"

She gave him a small smile. "I'm all better this morning. Thanks, Draco."

He gave her a small grin in return.

As Draco listened to Severus's lecture he found his mind wandering to the witch beside him. He wished he could reach out and touch her. She smelled so good. He whispered, "Will you have time to work on the potion tonight?"

She whispered in reply, without taking her eyes off Professor Snape. "Shh. Talk later."

He felt frustration rising again. Did she really just 'shh' me? He took a calming breath and glanced at Blaise to find the Italian wizard giving him a reproving look. Draco let out a small frustrated huff before refocusing on the lecture.

As they were packing their bags after class, Draco asked her, "So princess, are you coming to work on the potion tonight or not?"

She paused for a minute as a confused look came over her face. Then she turned to him and asked, "What did you just call me?"

There was a crashing sound as a textbook fell to the floor behind her. Her head whipped around to see Blaise giving Draco a scathing look