Tuesday

Tuesday morning, Hermione lay staring into her canopy curtain. It was just so perplexing. By the time she had gotten back to her room the night before, the map had showed Trixie was already in her room. Vincent, Theo and Blaise were in the Slytherin common room alone and Draco was in his dorm room. Whatever it was that had happened, it appeared that Draco had no part of it.

If only Professor Snape had been in his office! Then she remembered. The Professors had a staff meeting every first Monday of the month. She rubbed her eyes in frustration, irritated that she didn't know what was going on. She couldn't help feeling that Trixie was being used.

The way she saw it, all she could do is try to catch them again. She would have be more prepared next time. Tonight, while doing prefect patrols with Ginny, she would check the map frequently and if Blaise left the Slytherin common room, or did anything suspicious, she would have Ginny with her as a witness. Tomorrow, before potions, Hermione would fill her professor in on what she had overheard.


Draco was watching Hermione at breakfast. She seemed to be in deep thought and wasn't paying much attention to her friends around her. This pleased him immensely. He was also very excited about their date on Saturday. Things were falling into place.

He tried not to stare. but watching her brought back so many delicious memories. He needed her. But what could he do? He had to be so careful to avoid suspicion. It was true he would be seeing her on Wednesday, both in class and in the room of requirement, but it was becoming too complicated to take her during their scheduled get togethers. It was too risky and he had to stage too many scenarios to cover his tracks. Perhaps, simplicity was key. He could just take her like in the beginning. He could pull her into a classroom, potion her and then obliviate her.

It seemed so easy now that he thought about it. He would lust potion her on the days they didn't work on their assignment. He should have just done that all along. He would be with Hermione on the days they worked on their project. During those get togethers, he would work on seducing her and help her realize he was what she wanted. Where as, on the off days, he would use the lust potion and be with princess. It would be the best of both worlds.

Today was an off day, so he would have his princess.

Blaise showed up and sat beside him. Draco turned to his friend. "What's up?"

Blaise grinned. "You missed it last night, Drake. That hot little piece Trixie is a piece of work."

Draco shrugged, "yeah, I fucked her at the start of term."

"Well, Theo and Vince definitely got their galleons worth. Thinking tonight we'll get a bigger group. Make some real money."

Draco rolled his eyes, "and you accuse me of being reckless."

Blaise responded dismissively, "I got this. These blokes won't tell anyone. They want to keep coming back. Besides, by doing it this way, we aren't selling them the potion, which could lead back to us. They get to fuck the witch, we make the galleons, the witch remembers nothing." Blaise tipped his juice to Draco as if he was toasting, "gonna make a shitload of galleons."

Draco just shook his head. "Don't get caught."


Hermione was in the library. She put her quill down after finishing her essay and rubbed her eyes. Looking at her watch, she was shocked to find she had worked through dinner. It was seven o'clock and she and Ginny had patrols in two hours. She gathered up her books, unaware of the disillusioned blond wizard that had been watching and waiting for her to finish. She slung her back pack over her shoulder and headed out into the castle. As she left the main corridor and turned into a side hallway, a hand reached out and grabbed her, pulling her into a closet.

"What the?!" She yelped as she saw the blond wizard standing before her.

"Hi Princess." Draco said with what hoped was a seductive smile.

Hermione started to panic. That nickname! She felt sick all of a sudden. She tried to calm herself as she stared at the grinning wizard. "Draco, what the hell?! Why did you pull me in here?" Suddenly, his lips were on hers. She froze, unable to comprehend what he was doing. After a second, his warm and tender lips moved against her rigid ones. She gently pushed him away.

"Don't be like that. Don't you like me, Hermione?" He asked resignedly.

Her chocolate irises softened as her hands lightly touched his chest. The words fell easily from her mouth and she found them to be true. "Draco, I like you, I really do!" She looked around the confined space. "But this isn't my idea of the best place for a first kiss."

He tried to look contrite and glanced down at the floor. "Yeah, I'm sorry." He looked up, his steely grey eyes pleading, "I've just been wanting to kiss you for so long and when you said you'd go to Hogsmeade with me, I thought..."

"Draco, let's see how Saturday goes. You can give me a proper kiss then." She smiled up at him shyly.

He smiled at her warmly in response as he nonchalantly tilted his wand at her and whispered the unforgivable, "Imperio." He watched the change of her expression as her mind went blank. He handed her a flask. "Drink this."

As she drank the potion he shrugged. "Well, it was worth a shot. At least I know you fancy me. Guess I'll have to romance you on Saturday and not rush things."

He unbuckled his belt, unzipped his jeans and then forced her to her knees as he freed himself and guided her mouth onto him.

He closed his eyes and exhaled. "Oh, princess…you're getting better at this." After a couple minutes he pulled her to her feet and spun her around. She was still in her uniform, so he reached under her skirt, pulled down her knickers and bent her forward. He slipped into her already wet sleeve and grabbed her hips as he pumped into her fast and hard, needing release. It didn't take him long, as he had been fantasizing about this scenario while he had been watching her study.

When he was finished, he cast the needed charms, gave her the antidote potion and then shoved her and her book bag into the hall and whispered, "obliviate." He dashed out behind her and headed the other way.

Hermione felt weird. Her hand shot out to brace the wall. She didn't know where she was. She looked around. Oh, yeah. She had just finished her paper. She looked at her watch to see it was quarter after seven. Huh. Wasn't it just seven o'clock? Her head hurt and she felt funny. Perhaps she shouldn't have skipped dinner.

She went up to her dorm to lay down and get a rest before rounds. It felt like she had only been asleep for a few minutes when Ginny was shaking her awake. "'Mione, wake up."

She opened her eyes, her voice thick from sleep. "What time is it?"

"It's quarter after nine. When you didn't meet me in the common room, I came up here and found you sound asleep." Ginny felt guilty for waking her. "Just go back to sleep, 'Mione. I'll do the rounds alone."

Hermione sat up, "No! Absolutely not. I'm fine." She let out a yawn. "Let me change into jeans and a sweater." The castle was drafty at night and she didn't feel like walking around with cold legs. While she was changing she told Ginny she wanted to bring Harry's map. "We might have to stop to spy on someone."

Ginny's face lit up. "You want me to bring my Sneak-O-Scope?"

Hermione beamed. "Ginny, that's brilliant!"

"Fred and George made new ones that actually record!" They left Hermione's room and started walking toward Ginny's.

"Really? Recording Sneak-O-Scopes?"

"Oh yeah! Fred and George said it's their new and improved model. You can set them up and then leave them hidden in a room. Later you can grab them and listen to whatever happened while you were gone."

Hermione looked concerned. "That hardly seems ethical." Then she shrugged, "however, it could be very useful."

Fifteen minutes later, the two prefects started their rounds. Hermione had checked the map before they started and saw that Blaise was in his room. Ten minutes into their rounds, she checked again and saw that Blaise was on the move. She watched him walk to the library where he met up with Trixie again.

"Ginny, follow me."

Ginny followed Hermione as they headed down to the dungeons. Hermione checked the map again, and sure enough, Blaise and Trixie were heading for the dungeons as well. They were coming from a different direction and would be using a different set of stairs, so Hermione grabbed Ginny's hand and led her down the closest staircase. They didn't have the cloak, but they were prefects, and it was their night to patrol, so no one would question them being down there. Hermione pulled Ginny into a small classroom, shut the door and cast a silencing spell.

"Ginny, I think Blaise might be imperiusing or putting a spell or something on witches, and then he's having sex with them. I think he might be doing this for the benefit of other wizards as well."

Ginny's face turned white. "What?"

"I'll explain more later, but whatever happens, you can't tell anyone. Promise me you won't say anything and will let me handle it!"

Ginny stared at her friend, her jaw slackened in shock. After a minute nodded. "Of course, Hermione."

Hermione checked the map again and saw Blaise and Trixie were in the same classroom as the night before, but there were seven other wizards. Five Slytherin and two Ravenclaw.

Hermione and Ginny slowly paced down the hall and stood outside the classroom door. Ginny pulled the Sneak-O-Scope out of her pocket, whispered the enchantment to make it record and slid the tiny cord under the door.

Ginny and Hermione put their ears next to the little headpiece.

"So, twenty-five galleons and you can fuck her, twenty for her to suck you, ten to touch her and if you want something else you'll have to ask." There was some movement. "Right Trixie?"

"Whatever you want, Blaise. I just want to touch you and please you."

"If anyone isn't interested speak up now and I'll obliviate you. No harm, no foul. However, once the deed is done, you are sworn to secrecy. I got this idea from that brainy, bitch Granger... So, if you agree, you sign this form. If you ever talk about this or tell anyone at all, you'll get welts and blisters all over your knob and you'll never fuck again."

Hermione heard comments and nervous laughter. "So, what's it going to be. You want her or not?"

An unidentifiable voice asked, "She won't remember, right? She won't recall any of this?"

Blaise's voice was reassuring. "She won't remember a thing. She'll have no idea any of this happened."

There were some low mumbles and they could hear the sound of footsteps and rustling parchment. "Okay, Trixie. Start undressing, nice and slow and give me your knickers."

Hermione whispered, "Ginny, stay here. I'm going to get Professor Snape."

Ginny nodded and put her ear back to the headpiece.

"Trixie, play with your tits for a bit." There was a spell of silence. "That's it."

Another voice rasped, "fuck, that's hot."

There was some shuffling of feet. "Ok, five extra galleons lets you go first. Who wants it?" She heard Blaise laugh. "Well, you can't all go first. Okay, okay. Come on Vincent, you had to go second last night." Ginny could hear footsteps. "What's it going to be?"

Coins were being exchanged and a deep voice whispered, "I'm going to fuck her."

"Okay, she's all yours."

The same deep voice commanded, "Lay back, Trixie, and spread your legs."

She heard what sounded like a zipper and the whisperings of the other wizards in the room. Then she heard a squeaking sound, like bed springs, and what sounded like Vincent, "Ahh, Trix, you feel so good."

The squeaking continued, and Ginny heard another voice say, "She's got great tits."

There was laughter as another voice said, "I can't wait to get my hands on them."

Suddenly, Ginny was shoved aside as a set of black robes appeared and whispered a spell, blasting open the door. Ginny and Hermione looked into the room to see a stunned Blaise standing off to the side, Vincent Crabbe with his pants down, buried into Trixie who was on a transfigured bed that was obviously spelled to be just the right height for Vincent. She was on her back and her calves were on Vince's shoulders. The other wizards were standing around the bed watching. Some had their cocks in their hands, clearly waiting their turn.

"No one moves!" Professor Snape's voice caused everyone to freeze.

"I was just watching."

"I didn't touch her."

The boys were panicked and were already starting to defend themselves.

The Professor turned to Hermione and Ginny. "Find the Headmaster." Ginny left the Sneak-O-Scope as she ran with Hermione towards the Headmaster's tower.