A/N: I hope everyone has read chapter 19, because if you haven't then this
chapter will be very confusing. Remember I've taken out the a/n chapter.
I'm so so sorry, I hope you will forgive me, I should have updated sooner. I hope you enjoy, and thanks for all the reviews! I hope this satisfies some of you.
Disclaimer: I do not own these characters, but I wish I did.
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The next morning Draco was the first one to wake.
Hermione had somehow managed to change their position.
She had her head resting on his chest, her legs entwined with his, and her hand cupping his balls.
Smiling to himself he enjoyed this position as long as he could.
Last night when Hermione had confided in him about the first night back he had wanted to turn the whole school upside down and smoke out her attackers.
No matter how hard he tried he didn't think that if he were in Hermione's position that he could deal with the knowledge that his attackers could be in the same class or be walking down the same halls as he was.
There was so much he didn't know about her, and so much he wanted to tell her.
He loved her so much.
Everything about here amazed him.
In his mind he truly believed that he didn't deserve her.
Looking down at Hermione he realised she was awake.
"How long you been awake?"
"Not long."
Noticing that she hadn't removed her hand from his ball, he shifted position; he knew that she wasn't ready for that yet.
Blushing slightly she removed her hand.
"Umm . . . Draco can I ask to do something for me?"
"Depends"
"Draco . . . can you help me forget?" said Hermione in an unsure voice.
"Hermione do you mean what I think you mean?" he asked in a shaky voice.
"Yes, Draco I need to forget. I don't know what they did, but it's always in the back of my mind that . . . that something happened. Please Draco, help me."
Looking in to her eyes he asked, "Are you sure?"
"Yes"
That one word was all he needed.
He promised himself that he would go slow, and make it as good for her as he could.
She might not be a virgin, but at the same time she was.
Even in his own mind that sounded confusing, it's more like she never got the chance or the choice to enjoy it her first time.
Lifting his hand he ran it through her soft silky hair, wondering what had happened to the bushy haired, bossy, now-it-all, because in front of him was a goddess.
Cupping her chin with his other hand he pulled her in for a lingering kiss.
Hermione wanted this more then anything in the world.
She wanted what she had read about in countless Historical Romance novels.
She wanted him to be her pirate, and she would be the helpless damsel who in the end falls deeply in love with his bad boy ways.
She wanted him deep inside her, she wanted to feel his hands caressing her body, and she wanted his touch.
She didn't have to say anything; he just seemed to know where and when she wanted to be touched.
His hands were blistered from qudditch, and the sensations they invoked in her were indescribable.
All she had been wearing was a simple white gown, how virginal she thought to herself.
Draco easily removed the gown and trailed his index finger from her chin to her belly button, enjoying her shivers.
Placing feather kisses on her mouth he started to make his way down her body.
He started with below her right ear, she was especially sensitive right here, and he took little bites sure that there would be marks tomorrow.
Her hands had found there way to his head and were currently trying to pull him lower.
Smiling to himself he compiled with her demand.
Taking her nipple between his teeth he gave it a few strong tugs before switching to the other.
Hermione kept pulling him closer and closer; she arched her back, which in turn pressed his mouth closer and closer.
Leaving her hard diamond like nipples he made his way down her stomach, placing kisses here and there.
Running his hands up and down her body he slowly made his way to the junction between her legs.
Draco was not surprised to find her wet and waiting. Slipping a finger into her moist opening, he found her clitoris and expertly aroused her until she climaxed calling out his name.
After she had finally caught her breath, she looked into the lust darkened eyes of her boyfriend.
Crawling his way up her body, Draco placed a chaste kiss one her swollen lips.
Hermione didn't settle for just a chaste kiss, she wanted him to find the amazing release she had, so she pulled him even closer for a passionate kiss.
Their tongues battled, rubbing against each other, massaging, wet and passionate.
Wrapping her legs around Draco's waist she pulled him closer until his swollen cock was rubbing against her wet opening.
Groaning loudly Draco pulled back and thrust deep into her. In and out, thrusting deeper and deeper, filling her completely, always changing his rhythm.
"Oh . . .gods . . . Hermione . . . you're . . . so . . . tight," moaned Draco as he punctured every word with another thrust.
All Hermione could do was moan, she knew that she would never ever think of that night again, not when she had this.
Giving one last thrust they both climaxed together.
Kissing Draco's forehead Hermione fell into a long blissful sleep.
Rolling off her sleeping form Draco wrapped his arm around her waist, pulling up against him, it wasn't long before he followed Hermione's example and fell asleep.
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They had awoken an hour later.
Deciding it would be quicker if they took a shower together, they got out of bed and made their way to the bathroom.
After they had 'washed' and dressed they made their way down to the great hall, hoping that breakfast was still being served.
When they had finally arrived, breakfast was halfway done.
Taking a seat at the Gryffindor table they both scanned the table for Ron.
Ginny seeing that they were looking for someone quickly clued in and told them that he had been suspended for some reason or another.
Neither of them up to telling Ginny what that reason was they quickly served out some bacon and eggs to themselves.
It was halfway through the meal when Neville stood up and walked over to the wall.
He had been staring off into space trying to figure out what piece of homework he'd forgotten to do when he had noticed something dripping from the wall.
Dabbing his fingers into the red brownish substance he quickly figured out what it was.
Blood!
The walls were beeding, turning towards the head table he realised that Dumbledore was watch him.
Seeing that Dumbledore was beckoning him towards the high table, Neville made his way around the now staring Gryffindor table over to Dumbledore.
Taking a quick glance over at the wall, he saw that the bleeding had worsened and now all the walls had started to bleed.
"May I see your hand Mister Longbottom?" Dumbledore inquired.
Raising his hand out for the headmaster to see, he waited for Dumbledore to confirm his suspicion.
"It seems Mister Longbottom that your hand is covered in blood." Said Dumbledore while he handed Neville a serviette to wipe off his hand.
Other students had noticed the blood dripping walls and were now screeching at the top of their lung backing away from that blood that had started pooling on the floor.
"Professor Dumbledore what does this mean?" asked Neville.
"I'm not sure Mister Longbottom, but it is starting to look like we'll need Mr. Filch to come up here and clean the mess."
After Dumbledore assured the student that it was something that the staff could deal with he sent the students back to their dormitories telling them that today's classes would be cancelled until they had cleared up whatever was wrong.
When only the teachers, Prefects and Head Girl and Boy were left, did Professor Dumbledore speak, "It seems that we have a bleeding castle on our hands."
Taking a look at the walls that continued to bleed, Dumbledore's brow creased in thought.
"Professor Dumbledore what's going to happen," asked a shaking Huffelpuff Prefect.
"I'm do not know the answer to that question, but as for now you 7," he said speaking to the Prefects and Head Girl and Boy, "will have to try and calm down your fellow class mates and you will need to report any more bleeding to a teacher at once."
"Can the students leave the common room?" asked a Huffelpuff Boy.
"I see no reason why they can't, I just ask that no one be by himself or herself. If their going to leave the common room then they do it in groups or not at all."
After they all agreed they made their way to their common rooms.
It was a very long day.
Three or four times that day a student or a teacher would open a closed door and a tidal wave of blood would wash over them.
By the end of the day the whole school had been stained a rusty brown colour.
If somebody were to look at lawn closely enough they would see tiny rivers of blood flowing towards the lake.
"Albus what does this mean?" asked a scared Mcgonagal.
"It means we are entering some very dark times, I will have to inform the ministry tomorrow morning if the bleeding does not stop."
"But Albus they'll send the students home."
"I know, but we can not have our students drowning in their sleep. We will wait until tomorrow and make our decision then."
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A/N: I hope you're happy, they had sex. I know I said I was sick and twisted but I decided to ease up.
I want some suggestions on what the Thirteen Fates should be, please email me. I have them worked out already, but if you guy's have some better suggestions then that's great.
This is just a note to everybody that I have this story on adultfanfiction as well. I just didn't want anybody to get the wrong idea. I promise that you guys will always get a new chapter first.
Next time: Another fate and Hermione has done her homework will she solve the problem?
Please R/R
I'm so so sorry, I hope you will forgive me, I should have updated sooner. I hope you enjoy, and thanks for all the reviews! I hope this satisfies some of you.
Disclaimer: I do not own these characters, but I wish I did.
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The next morning Draco was the first one to wake.
Hermione had somehow managed to change their position.
She had her head resting on his chest, her legs entwined with his, and her hand cupping his balls.
Smiling to himself he enjoyed this position as long as he could.
Last night when Hermione had confided in him about the first night back he had wanted to turn the whole school upside down and smoke out her attackers.
No matter how hard he tried he didn't think that if he were in Hermione's position that he could deal with the knowledge that his attackers could be in the same class or be walking down the same halls as he was.
There was so much he didn't know about her, and so much he wanted to tell her.
He loved her so much.
Everything about here amazed him.
In his mind he truly believed that he didn't deserve her.
Looking down at Hermione he realised she was awake.
"How long you been awake?"
"Not long."
Noticing that she hadn't removed her hand from his ball, he shifted position; he knew that she wasn't ready for that yet.
Blushing slightly she removed her hand.
"Umm . . . Draco can I ask to do something for me?"
"Depends"
"Draco . . . can you help me forget?" said Hermione in an unsure voice.
"Hermione do you mean what I think you mean?" he asked in a shaky voice.
"Yes, Draco I need to forget. I don't know what they did, but it's always in the back of my mind that . . . that something happened. Please Draco, help me."
Looking in to her eyes he asked, "Are you sure?"
"Yes"
That one word was all he needed.
He promised himself that he would go slow, and make it as good for her as he could.
She might not be a virgin, but at the same time she was.
Even in his own mind that sounded confusing, it's more like she never got the chance or the choice to enjoy it her first time.
Lifting his hand he ran it through her soft silky hair, wondering what had happened to the bushy haired, bossy, now-it-all, because in front of him was a goddess.
Cupping her chin with his other hand he pulled her in for a lingering kiss.
Hermione wanted this more then anything in the world.
She wanted what she had read about in countless Historical Romance novels.
She wanted him to be her pirate, and she would be the helpless damsel who in the end falls deeply in love with his bad boy ways.
She wanted him deep inside her, she wanted to feel his hands caressing her body, and she wanted his touch.
She didn't have to say anything; he just seemed to know where and when she wanted to be touched.
His hands were blistered from qudditch, and the sensations they invoked in her were indescribable.
All she had been wearing was a simple white gown, how virginal she thought to herself.
Draco easily removed the gown and trailed his index finger from her chin to her belly button, enjoying her shivers.
Placing feather kisses on her mouth he started to make his way down her body.
He started with below her right ear, she was especially sensitive right here, and he took little bites sure that there would be marks tomorrow.
Her hands had found there way to his head and were currently trying to pull him lower.
Smiling to himself he compiled with her demand.
Taking her nipple between his teeth he gave it a few strong tugs before switching to the other.
Hermione kept pulling him closer and closer; she arched her back, which in turn pressed his mouth closer and closer.
Leaving her hard diamond like nipples he made his way down her stomach, placing kisses here and there.
Running his hands up and down her body he slowly made his way to the junction between her legs.
Draco was not surprised to find her wet and waiting. Slipping a finger into her moist opening, he found her clitoris and expertly aroused her until she climaxed calling out his name.
After she had finally caught her breath, she looked into the lust darkened eyes of her boyfriend.
Crawling his way up her body, Draco placed a chaste kiss one her swollen lips.
Hermione didn't settle for just a chaste kiss, she wanted him to find the amazing release she had, so she pulled him even closer for a passionate kiss.
Their tongues battled, rubbing against each other, massaging, wet and passionate.
Wrapping her legs around Draco's waist she pulled him closer until his swollen cock was rubbing against her wet opening.
Groaning loudly Draco pulled back and thrust deep into her. In and out, thrusting deeper and deeper, filling her completely, always changing his rhythm.
"Oh . . .gods . . . Hermione . . . you're . . . so . . . tight," moaned Draco as he punctured every word with another thrust.
All Hermione could do was moan, she knew that she would never ever think of that night again, not when she had this.
Giving one last thrust they both climaxed together.
Kissing Draco's forehead Hermione fell into a long blissful sleep.
Rolling off her sleeping form Draco wrapped his arm around her waist, pulling up against him, it wasn't long before he followed Hermione's example and fell asleep.
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They had awoken an hour later.
Deciding it would be quicker if they took a shower together, they got out of bed and made their way to the bathroom.
After they had 'washed' and dressed they made their way down to the great hall, hoping that breakfast was still being served.
When they had finally arrived, breakfast was halfway done.
Taking a seat at the Gryffindor table they both scanned the table for Ron.
Ginny seeing that they were looking for someone quickly clued in and told them that he had been suspended for some reason or another.
Neither of them up to telling Ginny what that reason was they quickly served out some bacon and eggs to themselves.
It was halfway through the meal when Neville stood up and walked over to the wall.
He had been staring off into space trying to figure out what piece of homework he'd forgotten to do when he had noticed something dripping from the wall.
Dabbing his fingers into the red brownish substance he quickly figured out what it was.
Blood!
The walls were beeding, turning towards the head table he realised that Dumbledore was watch him.
Seeing that Dumbledore was beckoning him towards the high table, Neville made his way around the now staring Gryffindor table over to Dumbledore.
Taking a quick glance over at the wall, he saw that the bleeding had worsened and now all the walls had started to bleed.
"May I see your hand Mister Longbottom?" Dumbledore inquired.
Raising his hand out for the headmaster to see, he waited for Dumbledore to confirm his suspicion.
"It seems Mister Longbottom that your hand is covered in blood." Said Dumbledore while he handed Neville a serviette to wipe off his hand.
Other students had noticed the blood dripping walls and were now screeching at the top of their lung backing away from that blood that had started pooling on the floor.
"Professor Dumbledore what does this mean?" asked Neville.
"I'm not sure Mister Longbottom, but it is starting to look like we'll need Mr. Filch to come up here and clean the mess."
After Dumbledore assured the student that it was something that the staff could deal with he sent the students back to their dormitories telling them that today's classes would be cancelled until they had cleared up whatever was wrong.
When only the teachers, Prefects and Head Girl and Boy were left, did Professor Dumbledore speak, "It seems that we have a bleeding castle on our hands."
Taking a look at the walls that continued to bleed, Dumbledore's brow creased in thought.
"Professor Dumbledore what's going to happen," asked a shaking Huffelpuff Prefect.
"I'm do not know the answer to that question, but as for now you 7," he said speaking to the Prefects and Head Girl and Boy, "will have to try and calm down your fellow class mates and you will need to report any more bleeding to a teacher at once."
"Can the students leave the common room?" asked a Huffelpuff Boy.
"I see no reason why they can't, I just ask that no one be by himself or herself. If their going to leave the common room then they do it in groups or not at all."
After they all agreed they made their way to their common rooms.
It was a very long day.
Three or four times that day a student or a teacher would open a closed door and a tidal wave of blood would wash over them.
By the end of the day the whole school had been stained a rusty brown colour.
If somebody were to look at lawn closely enough they would see tiny rivers of blood flowing towards the lake.
"Albus what does this mean?" asked a scared Mcgonagal.
"It means we are entering some very dark times, I will have to inform the ministry tomorrow morning if the bleeding does not stop."
"But Albus they'll send the students home."
"I know, but we can not have our students drowning in their sleep. We will wait until tomorrow and make our decision then."
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A/N: I hope you're happy, they had sex. I know I said I was sick and twisted but I decided to ease up.
I want some suggestions on what the Thirteen Fates should be, please email me. I have them worked out already, but if you guy's have some better suggestions then that's great.
This is just a note to everybody that I have this story on adultfanfiction as well. I just didn't want anybody to get the wrong idea. I promise that you guys will always get a new chapter first.
Next time: Another fate and Hermione has done her homework will she solve the problem?
Please R/R
