Chapter 12: Burn Them All

A/N: New chapter, new chapter! I decided to celebrate Scorpio season by doing what we Scorpios do best, smutting things up ;).

Special shout out to Aira! Your video was so adorable. Thank you for loving the story :D

I'd like to give a thank you to Kaytee for proofreading some of my scenes. Thank you so much baby girl :).

I'd like to give collaboration credit to Dahlia and Maricar. Thank you for helping with this chapter's outline and for getting me to actually write it :P.


Granger was fumbling for a book in the top shelf, at the restricted section of the library late at night.

Draco hid in the corner silently watching her. She had no idea that he was in the library, or that he was watching her.

He had a wonderful view of what was up her skirt once more.

Granger finally found whatever book she was looking for and climbed down the steps of the stool that she was using. "Oof," she muttered when she painfully landed on her feet.

She began walking swiftly, hoping to get out of the library as inconspicuously as possible.

If only it were so easy.

"Going somewhere, Granger?" Draco came out of the corner that he had been hiding from.

She stopped in her tracks and slowly turned around to face him. "Malfoy," she acknowledged his presence nervously.

Draco stepped closer towards her. "What have we here?" he said as he took the book out of her hands and examined it.

"Granger, this book is forbidden from check-out. You were going to confiscate it from the library, when you shouldn't even be in here right now," he whispered.

"I…I just needed to borrow it for a bit for an assignment. I was going to bring it back as soon as I was done with the work," Granger stammered with embarrassment.

"This book has the all of the answers to the next Runes exam. You weren't using it for an assignment, you were using it to cheat," he said.

She looked terrified at her secret being out. He wanted to chuckle. She had nothing to worry about.

"You could be expelled for this, Granger. Wandering past curfew hours? Trespassing into the library? Going into the restricted section without permission? Stealing a book? You're breaking so many school rules here. What would McGonagall say?" Draco said.

"…She won't ever find out. I'll return the book before its too late" Granger whimpered.

"Are you sure about that?" Malfoy stepped closer to her. "I think that I'm going to have to report this to her."

"Oh god, Malfoy! Please, you can't!" she cried out loud.

"Shhh, Granger, I'm sure McGonagall will understand why her favorite student was out stealing books to cheat on her midterms exams."

Granger shook her vehemently. "She won't! She'll expel me, if you tell her. Please, Malfoy! If anyone finds out, I'll be humiliated. No one can know!"

"I'm sorry, Granger. I don't want to have to do this, but there's nothing in this for me."

"Please, I'll do anything that you want,"

"That's not what I want,"

"What do you want?"

Draco ran his thumb over her lips, rubbing them slowly. Granger's body seemed to freeze at his touch.

"I think you can think of something. Brightest witch of our age, aren't you?" He said in a husky dark voice. He leaned forward and nipped her earlobe softly and started making a trail of wet, firm kisses down her neck. Granger's pulse was increasing by the minute.

Draco pulled back to look at her in glory. A button from her white shirt had come undone. Her cheeks were rosy; Her lips were parted and her eyes gazed at him with uncertainty.

His cock hardened at the very sight of her.

"Well, Granger? Have you figured out what I want?"

Granger nodded her head.

"Are you going to let me have it?" He whispered as he brushed his finger along her cheeks and stroked her jawline. She closed her eyes for a brief moment, at his touch, and opened them once more.

"Yes," she said softly.

Draco smirked.

That was all the consent that he needed.

"Get on the table, Granger," he ordered her.

She obediently sat up on the table.

Draco walked over and used his legs to push her thighs apart. He brushed his lips against hers, softly at first, and then forcefully, sucking on her lower lip. He wrapped his arms around her waist and then pushed her closer into him.

Granger gasped at the sudden abrupt movement and he quickly seized the opportunity to slip his tongue into her mouth. He teased her mouth as he relished at the softness of her tongue. Her heart rate was quickening by the minute and it only turned him on more.

He broke apart from their kiss. Her lips were red and swollen; the product of his work.

Draco began unbuttoning the rest of her shirt and pushed it past her shoulders and his breath was caught in his mouth momentarily at the sight.

Hermione Granger was now shirtless, wearing nothing but her uniform skirt and a white bra; and she was his to do anything he pleased with.

He practically growled at the thought and didn't want to waste anymore time. He grabbed her mane of curls into his fist and pulled them lightly. He sucked the skin of her neck and then lightly bit it. Granger howled sweetly at the feel of his dominant bites.

Marks. Granger belonged to him.

He unhooked her bra and threw it behind him. Granger shyly covered her chest.

"Let me see you," he whispered to her as he took her arms in his hands to bear her nude form to himself; her breasts now fully exposed.

"You're perfect," he reassured her before he cupped her breasts in his hands. Granger sighed beautifully as her breasts fit perfectly into his palms.

Her nipples hardened as he rubbed his thumbs across them. Granger gasped louder than she had previously and threw her head back in pleasure.

"Ohh…Malfoy, I want…" she pleaded mindlessly.

"What do you want, Granger?" he chuckled as he kissed her breast.

"You, I want you… Malfoy," she begged.

Draco smirked. He took one of her nipples into his mouth and sucked it hungrily while he massaged her other breast.

Granger moaned loudly and writhed impatiently. Draco broke away from her and grinned. He pinned her down onto the table, on her back.

"Be a good girl and spread your legs for me, Granger," he requested.

She swiftly moved her legs apart.

He lifted her skirt and got on his knees. He pulled her red panties off and brought them down her legs. They were absolutely soaked.

Granger was looking at him with a look of fascination. He licked the inside of her panties and leaned forward and licked her lips.

Draco put her panties aside and focused back to her center. He kissed her pretty pussy and started sucking it as feverously as he had her beautiful breasts.

She moaned loudly, in copious pleasure. He flicked her clit and slid a finger into her.

God she was so tight. Her cheeks were flushed and her eyes were rolling back.

He added another finger in her. He fucked her with his fingers and put his tongue to use. Draco groaned when she came on his finger, screaming. Never had he heard a noise so perfect.

He licked his fingers, trying to taste every last bit of her.

Draco got up off his knees and started unbuckling his belt. He threw his pants off as quickly as he could. He brought his shirt above his shoulder and tossed it aside.

"Get on all fours, Granger," he commanded her. She happily obliged him.

He circled his cock around her pussy before he shoved it in. Granger welcomed him like a soft glove. She was warm, wet, and so fucking tight.

Draco groaned at the feel and sensation of her and began thrusting. She mewled sweetly.

He grabbed her panties, that he had tossed aside previously, and wrapped them around her mouth while he held the end around her back.

"You're a naughty girl, Granger. Coming into the library, late at night, thinking that no one would find you," he taunted her, plunging into her from the back.

Granger moaned into her panties incomprehensibly.

"You're so filthy, howling my name so loudly while everyone's asleep. I bet you want them all to hear you, don't you? Do you want to tell everyone how wrong it is, to be so wet under my cock?" he said while making his thrusts harder.

"But you can't even do that, can you, because you're too busy sucking your own cum. You disgusting girl," Draco growled in disgust. He reached over and spanked her ass, hard.

Granger whimpered but she couldn't help herself and pushed herself back on his cock vigorously.

"Do you like the taste of yourself, Granger? You're such a filthy girl. You used to hate me didn't you? You called me a foul git once, and look at you now. You're taking my cock, loving it, you dirty bitch," Draco spat at her.

"I'm fucking parts of your pussy that no one's ever fucked before. You're the golden girl of Gryffindor and here you are writhing on my cock like a whore."

Granger's moans seemed to only intensify as her hips pushed back on his cock furiously. She was close, he could sense.

"I want you to cum for me, Granger. Be a good girl and cum for me," he instructed her. He took his fingers and rubbed them around her clit.

She howled into her panties, louder than she had all night, arching her back. Her pussy clenched around his cock so tightly that Draco almost lost it right then and there.

"Fuck, Granger. I'm going to cum soon. I'm going to cum inside of your perfect beautiful pussy," he said panting.

"Malfoy, Malfoy, Malfoy."

"That's right, Granger, say my name. You're such a good girl," he said at his wit's end. He pounded into her as he held her hips, going as deep inside of her as he could.

"Malfoy!"

"MALFOY!"

He opened his eyes to someone shaking him. As his vision cleared, he saw Nott standing in front of him.

"What… WHAT THE FUCK, NOTT?!" Draco shot up in his bed, covering his bottom half as well as he could. "There are fucking boundaries."

If Nott had seen anything, he was pretending as if he hadn't.

"I know, but this is urgent, Malfoy. Weasley's back at Hogwarts."

And for the probably thousandth time in his life, Ron Weasley had managed to ruin another one of Draco's pleasurable memories.


Draco held a finger, signaling Nott to be quiet. He checked the common room and bathroom to see if there was any presence of Granger in the quarters. The coast was clear.

Nott made himself comfortable on the couch.

"Are you absolutely sure he's back?" Draco asked.

The dark haired boy nodded his head. "I know for sure. I wouldn't be here if I didn't."

"How long has he been back for?"

"He got to Hogwarts late last night," Nott answered him.

"How did you find out?" Draco asked. He wondered if Granger had heard the news yet. Of course she had. There was no way Nott would find about this before Granger did.

Nott gave him a bemused smirk. "Do you really want to know the answer to that?"

Draco grimaced. "No, I forgot that you were disgusting. I really don't need to know."

Nott shrugged.

"Fuck, I can't believe Weasley had the balls to come back," Draco said as he ran his fingers through his hair.

"What are we going to do about this?" Nott asked.

"What is there to do? We don't know McGonagall's plan. Pansy keeps refusing to come forward. Weasley's brother is a god damn Professor and the fucking Head of Gryffindor. Weasley's a war hero and practically a saint to everyone; the ministry is in shambles and won't fucking touch him!" Draco shouted exasperatedly.

"Well we need to figure out something, and fast. We're lucky that we found this out on friday and now we have three days without classes to prepare for this. If the rest of the house finds out about Weasley, we won't be able to control them," Nott said.

Draco scoffed. "Who says I want to control any of them?"

"You're saying that you're fine with a bunch of our housemates running around spewing unforgivables at any Gryffindors they see? Look at where that got Crabbe," retorted Nott.

"Gryffindors, Ravenclaws, they all knew what they were getting into with us. I'm not going to sit and pretend to feel bad about what could happen to them," Draco dismissed him.

"Malfoy, you're talking crazy right now. There's already so much fuel around this situation that all one person needs to do is to light one tiny flame, and everything will come burning down."

"I'm fully aware of that, Nott, and I'm saying that I don't care. Let them burn," said Draco coldly.

Nott shook his head in disagreement. "What you're talking about is madness, Malfoy."

"No Nott, it's self-preservation. I don't care if the whole fucking Great Hall is covered with their blood and bodies as long as it's us left standing there," countered Draco.

"And what if we get thrown in Azkaban? You might have gotten lucky the first time, but there's no way the ministry's going to exonerate you for a second time," argued Nott with exasperation.

"McGonagall's not getting the ministry involved. Getting the ministry involved means that they find out about this Weasley disaster, and that jeopardizes her job as headmistress."

"So you're banking your future on that old hag's actions? When she's clearly proven to have flawed judgment," Nott said testily.

It was Draco's turn to shrug. "I'm not particularly worried. We can hardly get incriminated ourselves for something our housemates chose to do. We survive, other students get hurt, and McGonagall is exposed and goes down. It's win-win from where I'm looking."

Nott stood up. "I'll come back to talk when you've started to think rationally again," he muttered.

"Don't count on it. I'm going to Hogsmeade with Blaise in an hour," said Draco dryly.

Nott's displeasure remained in the room, long after he had left, as Draco sat and contemplated the current ramifications of Weasley's arrival.


Three Broomsticks was swarming tonight. Everyone seemed to be in the mood to celebrate the end of their midterm exams. Unfortunately for Draco, that meant that Goldstein and Granger were here as well. They had taken a secluded booth of the pub to suck face together.

Watching Goldstein snog Granger was possibly one of the most nauseating things that he had ever seen. Goldstein seemed hell bent on letting everyone know that Granger was with him, and she didn't seem to be complaining.

Draco and Blaise were lucky enough to get two seats at the bar facing away from them.

"Two firewhiskeys please," Blaise requested to the witch working the bar. "Keep them coming would you please, darling," he winked at her, sliding her several sickles extras.

The witch smiled at Blaise and gathered two glasses, blushing. She quickly put out two glasses filled with fire whiskey.

"What's your name?" Blaise asked her.

"Susan," she replied. "I already know who you are…you're Blaise Zabini, aren't you?"

Draco grabbed the glass and quickly took a long sip. The liquid burned his digestive tract almost as much as the sight of Goldstein on Granger was burning in his mind. He took another sip, more like a gulp this time, in an effort to make the image go away. It didn't work.

"Me and my friend are getting off our shift in a couple of hours. Do the two of you boys want to stick around until?" Susan asked perkily.

"Who's your friend?" Blaise asked as he turned around searching for the mystery girl.

"She's the redhead working the tables over there," Susan singled out.

Blaise nodded his head in approval. "Malfoy?" he asked.

Draco didn't bother turning around to observe the random girl. He took a sip of the firewhiskey and put his glass down. "Not interested, I prefer brunettes" he said coldly.

"Sorry about my friend here, he's been in some weird state of celibacy since him and his ex broke up. Bad break up if you ask me," Blaise apologized to Susan.

"Try having the Dark Lord live under your roof for a year, then come and preach to me about celibacy, Zabini," Draco though bitterly to himself.

Draco felt a poke on his shoulder and a tiny note fell next to his glass. He spun around to see who had poked him, but there was no one near by who could have possibly done so.

"Did you just nudge me?" he asked the Hufflepuff girl sitting three stools away from him, talking animatedly with her friend.

The girl looked at him nervously and shook her head. "I didn't. I swear," she said anxiously.

Draco skimmed her face suspiciously before muttering "sorry," and looking away. He read the note that looked scribbled on.

"Meet me at the top of the Astronomy tower at 9 tonight. Come alone. It will be easier for both of us," the note read.

For the life of him, he couldn't recognize the handwriting. It was definitely a male's handwriting. There was no way a girl could be capable of writing that hideously.

"What does it say?" Zabini instigated.

Draco crumpled the note and slipped it into his pockets. He stood up and put his cloak on. "Just some girl asking me to meet her by the dungeons."

Zabini's eyes widened and he grinned. "Look at you getting back in game, Malfoy."

"Don't get excited. I hate watching you be happy," said Draco, rolling his eyes. He started walking towards the door of Three Broomsticks.

"At least you'll be happy too," Zabini yelled over his shoulder.

Draco smirked. "We'll see," he called out to Zabini. He pushed the door open and walked out into the night.


Draco looked out of the top of the Astronomy tower. Whoever had sent him the note clearly didn't have an antipathy for heights. It would be impossible for anyone to overhear any conversation that occurred at the top of the Astronomy tower.

He waited impatiently as he kept checking the hourglass. The perpetrator was over twelve minutes late and Draco didn't have valuable time to spare.

Regardless of how curious he was to see who had called for this meet up, Draco refused to wait beyond twenty minutes.

What kind of an asshole is late to a meeting he requested himself, Draco thought to himself.

He wasn't surprised when the answer to his question walked into the apex.

No one else could be as ignorant and disrespectful of someone else's time as this prat could.

"Potter," Draco greeted him menacingly. "You're late."

"Malfoy," Potter said with a stony face. He rolled up his sleeves.

"There's a lot we have to discuss."


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