Legal Bullpoopeh - Dun hurt me, the darling characters aren't mine (I wish Draco was. Mmmmmm.) The plot IS, however.

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And Firey Slut - you want sex? DO ALL OF YOU WANT SEX, HMM?? Then I shall give it to you! Much sex to come :-D

Ch. 4

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Draco was so upset he skipped Defense Against the Dark Arts (which he didn't need to take anyway) in favor of spending the hour contemplating in his bedchamber. The door flung open after having the password nearly beat into it by it's master, and he flung himself onto the bed.

Hot tears forced their way out onto his cheeks, and he was angered. He let his guard down, and told her his most innerkept thought. How he wished she'dve said something...or hell, even smacked him. He was strong, he was feared. This was NOT supposed to happen. For fuck's sake, he was crying! He hadn't cried in forever.

Draco buried his face in the silk of the pillow, and pounded his fists into the mattress. Even with all of this disturbing his thoughts, there was still something inside him saying "I want to see her, immediately." Shit, he had it so bad. Even during his first cry in years, he wanted her. The very thought of her interrupted everything.

Midnight never seemed so far away.

"Hermione? Are you okay?" Harry asked at lunch.

"Of course I am, Harry. Why?" she looked sideways at him, wondering if he was suspicious.

"Well, you know...you just seem more tired."

"I'm taking a few more classes this year." Little did he know that she spent long hours awake, staring at the canopy and thinking of the man in the Slytherin dungeons who was doing the exact same thing.

"No time turner, I hope." Ron grinned.

"Nope, fortunately." Good old Harry and Ron. They were genuinely concerned about her. This was her life. What Malfoy said...argh, she'd rather not think about it. Had she only existed to help Harry and Ron go along with breaking the rules? Doubtful. They loved her in their own way, and she knew it.

The idea of sneaking away again though, was very appetizing. A secret life with a well experienced Dark man was the stuff she'd only read about in books, and it was also the stuff that had haunted her innermost dreams. A glance over to Draco was returned with a "Hey, baby" look, and silent kiss. She smiled.

Hermione went downstairs around 11:45. Harry was entwined in a fourth year's arms, and from the grunts and moans coming from the dark corner they were in, it sounded as if they were very busy. She wanted to yell "Jailbait!" at Harry, but decided against it, and silently crawled out of the portrait hole.

As soon as she cast the invisibility charm over herself, she saw Professor Snape turn the corner.

"That was too damn close," she thought to herself. Then something knocked into her, and she knew it was Malfoy. As Professor Snape was still in the corridor, they said nothing, but stood still.

Snape disappeared and she felt a pair of invisible lips invade her own. There were invisible hands running down her back, touching her behind, tickling her legs. It was hands down the most weird thing she'd ever felt.

"Mmm...Draco..." she whispered.

"Shush." he kissed her once more, and she felt her breasts being massaged through her shirt.

"Mmmmmmm..." she said a little louder. Figuring they'd probably get caught from her incessant moaning, Draco grabbed her hand and they began climbing up countless flights of stairs, till they were somewhere on the fifth floor. They turned down so many hallways Hermione lost track of where she was, and then found herself being pulled straight through a wall.

"Where the hell are we going?!" she hissed.

"Shut your mouth, or I'll shut it for you." she could almost feel the evil grin he had on his face.

They had entered a long, narrow passageway, and found themselves having to turn sideways just to get through. Hermione yelped as they fell through another enchanted wall and onto the stone floor of a dimly lighted room.

"Wh...Where are we?"

"Nowhere important. It's got a bed, its got a bath, it's perfect. I think one of my father's friends conjured it up. As far as I know, no one has a clue."

Hermione ended the spell and looked around. Draco, shirtless, was smiling at the four poster, which had velvet green curtains around it. Candles encircled the room on shelves, and gave a cheery light to what must have been a room used for very dark purposes.

He picked her up easily and laid her down on the velvet cover, and magicked her clothes off. She returned the favor, and the two piles folded themselves neatly next to the bed.

Draco settled himself on her, and they began kissing passionately. Their hands battled again, this time settling on more private areas. Draco stroked her folds, which were quite hot to the touch, and he smiled at the knowledge that he had gotten her this way.

Hermione had wrapped both hands around his enormously large cock, and was gently squeezing and rubbing it.

"Damn, Hermione...Fuck, where'd you learn to do that?" he moaned as he licked her sweet juices off his fingers.

"Mmmm...Nowhere. First time."

"Jesus." he wondered how good she could get with some training.

Hermione looked at his thick cock and balls. She'd never seen the male body before, and she thought it was beautiful. There'd been stories she heard about the male anatomy that made it seem gross and disgusting, but she thought the exact opposite.

A sheen of sweat had covered both of them, and in the candlelight, the pallid Draco looked as if he wasn't even human. An incubus, actually...coming to seduce her. She shivered with excitement.

He raked her beautiful body with his eyes. Her breasts were large and delicious, and her hips were shaped nicely. Her cunt felt so hot he could have been burned, it seemed. He liked it, and began to suck and lick her down there. Her thighs hugged his face in a spurt of arousal, and he whirled his tongue around her delicious clit.

Suddenly, they heard a huge crash. Hermione had a spaz attack.

"Draco! Oh gods, someone knows we're here!"

"It's just that goddamn poltergeist, Peeves."

"Maybe we shouldn't be doing this."

No way. Draco had agonized over this night. "There's a silence charm around the room."

"But still-" her legs drew away from him, and she began to get up.

"Prisonai Incantanto!" he shouted with a wave of his wand. Long chains spurted up from the bedposts and bound Hermione's wrists and ankles, stretching her spread-eagle on the soft velvet.

"Draco!" she cried, infuriated.

"You won't leave again, Hermione. Not till I tell you to." her tone had made his cock start throbbing.

Hermione gulped as he loomed over her. He could easily break her in two, and it looked as if he was going in that direction.

"You scared?" he asked, smiling sadistically.

Only the tiniest of whimpers escaped from her throat. He took it for a yes, and lifted up her cream colored thighs so that they wrapped around his waist. The tip of his manhood touched her, sending pulsating waves of excitement through both of their bodies.

She tried to wriggle away. This was too far, and there wasn't anything she could do about it. Even though it felt so fucking good.

"You're right, darling." he said, reading her thoughts. "There isn't. And I'm glad you feel good."

With no more hesitation, he plunged himself deep into her, tearing through her innocence and causing a shriek to emit from her. It aroused him more and soon they were moving in rhythm with each other, Hermione's hips pushing as his did, driving him further into her.

There was immense pain, nearly too much to bear, and as soon as it came it had left, replaced by a wonderful friction inside her, rubbing her up and down. Draco felt her tighten and loosen against him, and it drove him insane. He began bucking wildly, and her moans were sweeter than honey to his ears.

"Drrraaaaacccoo!" she shouted, in the throes of ecstasy.

"That's...fucking...right!" he gasped. Her muscles spasmed around him, starting his ascent to euphoria. He slammed her savagely into the bed, torturing himself with long, powerful strokes. Her nails dug into him, and he bit and sucked her neck. He squeezed her arms till she cried out, and he knew there would be bruises on both of them in the morning.

The room spun around them, and soon it became their own world of bright light and guttural moanings, and they knew nothing else but each other. The cold stone floor disappeared, the bed beneath them disappeared, and all they saw were each other's eyes. Melted chocolate stared into morning grey, their past was gone in a fleeting second. Draco's father and horrible childhood subsided, Hermione's stress and missed opportunities were nothing. Their facial expressions revealed complete intoxication with the moment. Rapture melded them, their bodies pressed together as if to become one. And at the final moment of paradise, his essence blossomed inside of her like white lilies in a moonlit pond.

If an outsider were to see it, he might've cried at how beautiful it was.

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