Reposted 5/7/19

No BETA for this chapter. All errors are my own.

Saturday Night continued...

"Ginny, you okay?" Ginny didn't respond, but her small and quiet sniffles echoed throughout the dark room.

Kicking off her shoes, Hermione climbed onto the bed with her friend to comfort her.

The redhead rolled over and snuggled onto Hermione's shoulder before answering her question. "I'm fine. I'm going to break up with Harry."

"Ginny, stop and think for a minute. Listen to me." Ginny's wet eyes peeked up to Hermione's, looking for any semblance of hope that Harry was innocent.

Hermione smiled lightly. "Harry said he had bought you footy pajamas. When you opened the box, it was the first time he ever laid eyes on that red teddy."

Ginny sniffled and didn't say anything. After a minute, she asked with a whisper, "footy pajamas?"

Hermione nodded and answered with a tired sigh. "I believe him. He also said he had never seen those knickers before and…well, I think I believe that, too. I mean…it's Harry, you know?"

Ginny rolled onto her back and stared up at her bed's canopy before glancing back at Hermione. "He did say it wasn't what I thought." Her forehead crinkled. "But how did they get in his bag? He's had that duffle bag with him for days to keep me from snooping."

Hermione sat up on the side of the bed and rubbed her tired eyes. "I don't know. I guess if a wizard is clever enough to charm off girl's underwear, he's clever enough to get them into Harry's bag." She turned back to Ginny. "Someone's trying to frame him. I just know it. I told him to go to Dumbledore, but he won't until he finds out who did it."

Ginny pushed herself up and grabbed a tissue from her bedside table to dab the tears off her cheeks. Her face was blotchy, and her eyes swollen. "I'm a fool." She shook her head in self-reproach. "Of course, you're right. What was I thinking? I saw the skanky negligee and the panties, and my mind raced with assumptions." She slid off the bed. "I need to apologize to Harry."

Hermione followed Ginny down the steps. Harry was pacing nervously in front of the large fireplace. His face lit up when Ginny flew into his arms, whispering words of apology. Hermione couldn't help the welling in her eyes at the vision of her friends reunited. What a mess!

Sunday

Hermione, Harry and Ginny spent thirty minutes over breakfast filling Ron and Lavender in on the events of the night before.

"I thought I had lost my girlfriend and my best girl friend," Harry said with a wink to Hermione. He threw his arm around her shoulder and kissed her temple for about the third time since they sat down to breakfast. "But Hermione believed me." He smiled widely at her. "She knows I would never do such a thing."

Ginny sighed, shamefacedly, "I'm so sorry, Harry. I'm your girlfriend! I should have known better."

Harry reassured her by pulling her into a hug as well. "It's okay. I mean, what were you supposed to think? Of course, you ran away upset. Hermione could see it from a more objective view and even she didn't believe me at first."

"I didn't know what to think," Hermione interjected as she spread marmalade on her toast.

Ron was gob-smacked and completely agreed with Harry that Draco Malfoy was responsible, despite Hermione's insistence otherwise.

"Oh, he did it," Ron stated matter-of-factly. "He keeps looking over here. He's probably trying to figure out why Harry hasn't been expelled."

Hermione couldn't help the natural reflex to turn toward the Slytherin table at Ron's words. Sure enough, Draco was watching them with the usual look of disdain she associated with the Malfoy of old. When he caught her eye, his expression flattened and he nodded slightly before turning to Blaise.

Ron raised a brow at Harry and asked, "What did you do with the knickers?"

"I hid them, of course. I went to the Room of Requirement during the night and told it I needed a place to hide something." He shrugged. "The room it provided me was huge and was filled with all kinds of stuff. I don't think they'll ever be found again if I don't go retrieve them. After I figure out how Malfoy did it and can prove it, I'll go get them as evidence."

Hermione knew better than to argue with Harry. He was so convinced it was Draco. She looked from Harry to Ron, trying to echo the voice of reason. "Well, we need to investigate. We need to ask around. If we can find out who they belong to, we might be able to find something all the girls have in common. Maybe that will lead us to a suspect." She took Harry's hand. "In the meantime, keep your eyes and ears open, Harry. Whoever did this might have other plans for you."

Draco couldn't believe his eyes. Not only was Potter not expelled, but clearly Ginny wasn't too upset about the lingerie. Maybe Potter discovered it before he gave her the box? And the panties were clearly not discovered either. Potter must have found them before anyone else. Damn it! To top it off, fucking Potter kept hugging and touching Princess. He needs to keep his dirty paws off her. Draco was seething as he watched the group of friends. She's mine!

But then a thought occurred. Maybe he was going about it all wrong. He couldn't turn Hermione against Potter, but maybe he could turn Potter against her. A slight curl at the corners of his mouth hinted at a smile as it all unfolded in his mind. With the loss scar head's friendship, she would come running to her new best friend for comfort. She would come running to him, and that's when he would make his move; when she was feeling lonely and vulnerable. His appetite restored from his revelation, he dug into his breakfast with relish.

Hermione wondered if she was late when she arrived at the Room of Requirement to find Draco was already waiting for her and watching her as she came down the hall.

For his part, Draco was desperate for his witch and was determined to have her. "Hey, Hermione!" He smiled brightly and innocently as she accompanied him into the room.

"Hi, how's it going with the potion?"

"Well, I started it last night and it seems to be the right color," he answered as she stepped towards the potion. He stayed close by her side, watching her as she peeked into the cauldron.

"What ingredient is next? The Venus rose thorn?"

Draco smiled innocently, "Yeah, its chopped and ready. We need to stir counterclockwise twice after we add it. I thought you might like to add it."

Hermione peeked up at him and smiled. "Okay, here goes nothing." She picked up the prepared ingredient and gingerly dropped it into the cauldron. She then picked up the stirring rod and stirred it twice, counterclockwise."

"Imperio." Draco cast the unforgivable while grabbing the flask out of his pocket. "Here, Princess drink this and then you'll feel like yourself again."

Hermione felt peaceful and found she wanted nothing more than to drink from the flask Draco handed her. She took a sip and at the same time, Draco released the Imperius.

Draco felt his own peace wash over him as his witch became his again, pressing herself against him, kissing his neck and nibbling on his earlobe. Using the Imperius had been a spur of the moment decision, but it worked perfectly. His lips fell to hers, aggressively and playfully nipping as he pulled her shirt over her head. He stood back for a second, his eyes drawn to her perfect tits.

Hating the sudden distance, Hermione wrapped her arms around his neck, peppering it with open mouthed kisses. "Draco." she whispered breathlessly.

"I'm here, love," he responded softly, enjoying her attentions.

His fingers unfastened and unzipped her jeans. "Take those off," he commanded gently. He slid off his own shirt as he watched her remove her denims.

"Come with me," he whispered as he grabbed her hand, leading her into the bedroom.

They fell onto the bed, her attentive lips feeling like heaven against his own. The way she kissed him, with such passion and affection, this was the real Hermione. This was his princess. As she lay on her back looking up at him with total awe and adoration, Draco slid out of his trousers and nestled himself within the cradle of her thighs. After a light press of his lips against hers, he entered her in one needy, quick stroke. She moaned in ecstasy the second he filled her and soft flush of pink flushing over her skin. He swallowed as he observed the obvious rapture on her face. Wanting this to last, he kept himself in check and began to move slowly.

Pushing himself up and onto his hands, he watched her body writhe against him. "You're so beautiful. I want to see you. Climb on top of me." He rolled them over and guided her slick, warm sheath back over his cock. He hissed in pleasure as she leaned forward, thrusting her tongue into his mouth as she rocked her hips, meeting him thrust for thrust.

Draco's pupils dilated with sheer lust when she up righted herself and leaned back on her palms as she continued to ride him. His words came out in pants as his eyes remained glued to her bouncing breasts. "Soon you'll want me all the time, princess. We'll be able to meet here as much as you want."

Hermione began to moan as she leaned forward and over him, quickening her pace and rubbing herself against him in a way that made her womb coil. "Tell me you'll always want me, princess,' he choked, his own release fast approaching.

Her eyes were glassed over as she looked at him with pure passion, "I'll always want you." With one last hard grind, Hermione let out a keening mewl as her orgasm tore through her, her body collapsing forward onto his.

"Fuck, Princess. Did you just come? Damn, that felt good. Your pussy is practically milking me." He pulled her head up by the hair roughly and kissed her mouth. "Ok, start riding me again, I'm so close."

Hermione pushed herself up, her face flushed, and her eyes still glazed as she started to bounce up and down on him.

Draco's focus flickered from her chest to her eyes, his words came out strained, almost like a growl. "Tell me you love me and that you love me more than Harry."

"I love you. I love you more than Harry or anyone. I only want to touch you… always. I want to kiss you and make love to you." Her mouth crashed on his as her words pushed him over the edge into his own climax. He held her tight, burying his face into her neck, as his hips rocked up and his seed pulsed inside of her.

When he started to come down from his high, he kissed her softly and led her to lay next to him. His heart still thrumming from his release, he closed his eyes and nestled his nose into her fragrant locks. She was still writhing next to him, rubbing herself on his leg. "Hold still, princess. Let's just lay here for a few minutes."

In her lust filled haze, she ignored his directive and rolled back on top of him. Her lips met his and her tongue pressed into his mouth as her hips began thrusting against him more aggressively.

He pulled his head away and held her face still. "Princess, I want you to lay still next to me for a few minutes. If you do, I'll let you touch me again."

She sighed heavily and fell to his side, curling up next to him. After a minute or so she seemed to lose control again and started rutting her pubis against his leg.

He was getting irritated. "Princess, wouldn't it be nice just to cuddle for a few minutes?"

Hermione was in her own world as she kissed down his chest to his stomach before heading further and taking his semi hard erection into her mouth. He looked down at her and at the sight of her lips wrapped around his cock, he felt himself harden more.

"Fine, you want it, Princess? You'll get it." He flipped her over roughly and slammed into her from behind. He grabbed a handful of hair and pulled as he pumped into her hard and furiously. Why the hell couldn't she just be still for a minute! He just wanted to hold her! All witches liked to be held after getting fucked. But not his princess, no! She just wanted more, like a slut. Fine! He would give her more! A deviant smile crept over his mouth as he slid a finger into her puckered hole. "You want it in the ass, princess?" She tensed and looked back over her shoulder at him, confused. "I didn't think so." He removed his finger.

He kept pumping and then when he was about to come he pulled out and rolled her over. He stroked himself and came in her mouth and on her face. "That's what happens to sluts, princess. Sluts who don't know how to cuddle after getting making love!"

He climbed off the bed and started to pick up their clothes, his anger not subsiding. Realizing he needed to regain control, he drew in a deep breath. She had slid off the bed and was starting to come after him again. He rolled his eyes. "Get dressed," he snapped.

He ignored the hurt look in her eyes that frequently peeked at him as she slowly dressed.

When they were both ready, his tone was harsh and abrupt. "Sit down in that chair and don't move. If you move I'll never let you touch me again."

He started pacing and taking deep breaths and talking to himself. You need to calm down. What the fuck is wrong with you?! He let out a long slow breath and closed his eyes as reason slowly came back. After a moment, he shook his head in surprise at his own overreaction. She's under the influence of the potion. That's why she couldn't lay still. You need to calm down. It's not her fault.

As his rational self slowly returned he started to feel guilty for losing his temper. It wasn't her fault. He walked over to her. "It's okay, princess. You aren't yourself. It's the potion's fault. When you are mine all the time, things will be better." He started to think about the staging for what he needed to do.

He laid her on the floor next to the cauldron and then lay beside her. He cast the appropriate charms and then gave her a sip of the antidote potion. As she started to come around, he cast the obliviate and then closed his eyes, pretending to be asleep.

Hermione felt weird. She felt like she was in a haze. She looked around and realized she was on the floor. She then noticed Draco a few feet away. His eyes were closed and he wasn't moving. She panicked. "Draco! Draco! Wake up!" She started shaking his shoulders.

Slowly he opened his eyes. He looked at her with a confused expression. "What happened?" He asked, glancing around at a loss.

Hermione was watching him closely. "I don't know. I just woke up and you were passed out next to me." She looked him over for obvious injuries as she started to stand. "Are you okay?"

He nodded. "I think so. How about you?"

She nodded. "I think so." She reached out to take his hand so she could pull him up. "Boy, this potion is becoming quite a hazard," she said wearily.

"Yeah, we should talk to Professor Snape tomorrow and see what he says," Draco suggested as he led her to a chair.

They sat next to each other, quietly for a minute. Hermione was getting a headache, but she remembered that she wanted to ask Draco about Blaise.

"Hey, Draco?"

"Yeah?"

"Umm, I was just wondering. Does Blaise have a girlfriend?"

Draco felt his heart start to constrict. "Why do you ask? You have the hots for him or something?" He teased.

She shook her head. "Oh, nothing like that. I was uh, patrolling last night and I thought I heard him in a classroom with a girl, but the door was locked."

Draco watched her for a couple seconds, contemplating the best response. "Well, Blaise gets around. A lot of witches are after him, so you might have heard him with someone." Draco's mind was racing, trying to find a way to get her off the scent. "You wouldn't believe the propositions he gets. It's embarrassing, actually."

"Really, like what?" She found herself genuinely curious.

Draco internally jumped for joy that she took the bait. "Well, he gets propositions for sex all the time, but recently he had a girl ask him to be with her and another bloke. He's been propositioned to be with two witches as well. Hell, even guys come onto him. It's all pretty crazy if you ask me. He definitely gets around."

Hermione was shocked, her jaw falling. "Wow." She thought about it for a minute. "I guess some really find him attractive. It's weird though, Harry's cute and he's famous and he's never been propositioned like that, at least not that I know of." She hesitated, sucking her lip into her mouth. "He probably wouldn't tell anyone if he was, though."

Draco didn't like to hear her talk about Potter. "Well, I'm pretty beat. I've got a wicked headache and would like to go lie down".

Hermione smiled softly at him. "Yeah, I'm not feeling so good myself." They grabbed their bags and walked out together, him turning left and her turning right. "See you tomorrow, Draco."

As Hermione walked back to her dorm, she was trying to think about the night before. The lingerie, the panties and then the classroom thing with Blaise. Her head just felt too fuzzy to concentrate. She felt like she was missing something obvious.

The potion was becoming a problem. Draco had cleaned the room and she hadn't had any more episodes in almost a week, and then today they both passed out. She would definitely talk to Professor Snape tomorrow. She wanted to discuss the potion, but she also wanted to know if he found out anything about Blaise and that Susan girl. Based on what Draco said, it all could have been consensual, but her gut instinct told her otherwise.