Rectify – Chapter Forty-Eight

NOT MINE… again. Its JK Rowlings and I officially hate writing disclaimers.

Hermione hurriedly finished her meal and then grasped Draco's hand inside her own. He looked at her, face filled with questions, so she kissed him tenderly. He deepened the kiss further, making her moan in pleasure.

They practically sprinted to their rooms and as soon as they were in their common room, they ripped their clothes off. He lifted her off the ground and she wrapped her legs around him, groaning when he softly nibbled and kissed her body, leaving fiery trails of passion behind. She felt herself burning up with love, lust and luck to have such a sexy wizard all to herself.

He plunged into her wet heat with his big, hard cock and pumped ruthlessly into her wet folds. She gasped, whimpering in desire.

'Please… harder, faster,' she breathed.

He obliged, pushing her hips down in a fashion that would surely leave bruises in the morning, but neither cared. They were too entwined in their climaxes to notice.

After they had both recovered, they grabbed showers and pulled their robes on. They decided to go do their rounds around the castle, starting with the top like always. They held hands, gaining stares from several pupils and even wolf-whistles from a few.

At that moment, Filch came bustling around the corner complaining about first years and how they should be strung up by their ankles in the dungeons. He stopped suddenly.

'You! I wanted a word with you,' he wheezed, pointing at Hermione.

'What about?'

Draco hugged her waist protectively; he had never liked Filch – the sneaking squib.

'About this ball of yours…'

'Yes,' prompted Hermione.

'I will be required to clean up afterwards?'

'Well, you are the caretaker,' sniped Draco, earning a glare from Hermione.

'I know, but it will take me a long time and I was wondering if you could teach me how to clean it by magic,' he whispered quietly.

'Of course Mr Filch. I would be delighted too,' Hermione smiled brightly, trying to cover up Draco's sniggering at Filch not even being able to do a simple cleaning charm.

So they walked into the first empty classroom they found and Hermione locked the door, knowing his wizarding status to be a sore point. She poured some ink on the floor, and heard Filch gasp.

'Watch carefully,' she requested and made a slight swishing movement with her wand, saying Scourgify as she did so. Soon, the stain was gone and the floor looked wholesome once more.

She dropped some more ink and signalled for him to have a go. He did so and some of the ink disappeared, although the spell made orange sparks fly from the end of his wand, something that never usually happened, naturally some was left behind, but one more was enough to clean it up.

'Very good, my friends took longer than you to pick it up. Mr Filch, I don't mean to be rude, but would it be OK if I had a look at your wand?'

He handed it over and she examined it carefully. She noticed a chip in the side and a few splinters; also it seemed rather thick and unyielding.

'Did you buy this?'

'No, it was my brothers.'

'What happened the first time you picked it up?'

'Nothing.'

'Ah, I suspect that is the problem. The wand chooses the wizard, and this wand didn't choose you. I would advise you go to Ollivanders to purchase a new wand.'

'Thank you.'

With that, he walked briskly out of the door followed closely by Mrs. Norris. Draco gaped at Hermione, flabbergasted.

'You mean he isn't a squib?'

'Nope, but he has a lot to learn.'

'God, your outrageous.'

'I try my best.'

And with that, they linked arms and went to have a romantic stroll to the Greenhouses to see how little Hugo was getting along. They had seen him bumbling about when they went for Herbology, but they never had a real opportunity to say hello properly.

As it was, Hugo was doing fine. He had grown a fair amount but still had that adorable toddle which made your heart melt. He ambled towards them when they arrived, with a leaf stuck to his paw.

He had just been weaned off the baby milk and was now focusing his attentions on the lake. Professor Sprout told them how he had managed to float on a lily pad towards the other side, and almost got squished by the giant squid. Of course, a normal cat wouldn't have been capable of this, but he was part magical creature.

They said their goodbyes and headed to bed, needing to build up their rest for the fast approaching exams.