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Ch. 5
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"Draco?" she asked quietly, still breathing a little deeper than usual.
"Yes?"
"Can we talk?"
He smiled in the candlelight. She didn't know how happy it made him to hear her ask that. "Of course, darling."
She was beginning to like the endearment. "Why do you...well...why me?"
He turned on his side and looked at her. A drop of sweat slowly made its way down his temple, and with a gentle touch of her thumb, it was gone. He kissed it. "I don't really know. I mean...I've hated you for so long. Or maybe I just hated you because you were best friends with...with Harry." He had never really said his name before. It was hard.
"Why do you even hate him? Is it because he's going to kill Lord Voldemort?"
"I don't give a shit about Voldemort. No one rules me but myself. And I know Scarhead is going to kill Voldemort. He will, no questions asked. They all know, and that's why Voldemort's been slipping. I was brought up to hate him, you see. And until he came, I was the one with the attention. The rich boy, son of the most powerful governor in the Ministry. Then here shows up the boy who I have to hate, and if I didn't, well, let's just say I get enough of the Cruciatus Curse at home without him weighing on my back."
"But that's an Unforgivable Curse, that's ill-"
"You forget who my father is, Hermione." his eyes were glinting steel. There was a malicious edge to them. Hermione went silent. "You don't know how jealous I got of you three. You're true friends, and I don't have any. They're only after my money or my body. No one really sees me for me, y'know?"
Hermione nodded, understanding. "But who are you, Draco? I see two men in you...one arrogant and rude, and the other...well...sweet and tender."
"Would you ever think it...a Malfoy, sweet and tender."
"At least when it comes to matters of the flesh, mm?" she teased.
"Maybe." he put his arms around her, resting his cheek on the pillow of her breasts.
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Hermione climbed back into the portrait hole around three in the morning. Luckily, tomorrow was Saturday and her friends wouldn't notice if she slept in. There was an uncomfortable, dull pain in the apex of her legs, and she realized Malfoy hadn't used a condom. Hmm...she'd make a birth control potion when she got upstairs.
"Hermione? What the hell are you doing up so late?" Harry's voice emanated from one of the armchairs in front of the fireplace, like a bad horror movie.
She nearly gasped out of surprise, but calmed herself. "I should be asking you the same question."
"But you aren't." she could see his playful grin in the firelight. "So?"
"Er...Patrol Duty. Head Girl does have it's ups and downs."
"Oh yeah! I forgot. Shame I'm not a prefect, we could patrol together."
"You'd only use it as an excuse to go by the Ravenclaw common room to engage in one of your midnight flings, wouldn't you?"
"Ah, my Hermione, you know me well. I can't help it. And besides, if Voldemort kills me, I want to've had the most women I can get."
"Oh Harry, don't talk like that! You'll get him." she hated to think that Harry could die.
"I'm not so sure anymore. I mean, come on, he's had the chance to study spells for nearly half a century. I'm not that lucky."
"You aren't incurably insane, though. You've got your wits about you. That is why you'll win."
"Thanks, Herm." he hugged her. "You should go to bed. If I remember right, I think you have an Arithmancy test tomorrow."
"You're right. Thanks." she hugged him back. "You should go to bed, too, silly."
"Don't worry, I will, just waiting for Lavender again."
Hermione rolled her eyes. "You're insatiable, Harry."
"Yep!" he laughed.
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Draco was laying in his bed, and as usual, his thoughts were on Hermione. Man, for a virgin, she was damn good in bed. It took a few kisses and well-placed touches, and she was a moaning nympho. He was sure that sooner or later they could fuck all night and well into the day. Mmm. She was so fucking tight, too. No virgin he'd had before was as tight as that, and he loved how it felt around him.
He was surprised they hadn't been caught yet. He knew Pansy knew something was up. She'd been giving him suspicious looks the past week or two, and when he didn't come to her room a few days later, she got upset.
"Why the hell haven't you been to see me?"
"Pansy, I'm tired." he sighed. He didn't want to see her, now or ever.
"What? Go to bed, then!"
"I mean, I'm tired of you."
Her face got red with fury. "It's someone else, isn't it." The question was more of a statement.
"Maybe."
"I thought we had something between us!" her lip began quivering. It made him sick with disgust.
"You know what we had?" he got up, raising to his towering height over her. She sniffled, a few tears dripping down her face. "What we had was me, coming to you while you were half asleep or drugged out of your mind, fucking your brains out, leaving for a week, and then coming back and doing it all over again. And you tell me that's something? That's nothing!"
"You...used me?!" she shrieked, sniveling like an idiot.
How the hell couldn't she fucking figure it out? "You can't tell me you didn't notice. During those past years, I never once kissed you during sex."
"Welllll, wellll, you kissed me in the hallway and at dinner!"
"I like to feel lips sometimes, you know."
"Malfoy! I hate you!" she cried.
"Trust me, Pansy, the feeling's mutual. You changed nothing in me. I still felt dead with you even while I was coming. You might have been in front of me, but I never saw you. And you were so boring. You wouldn't do anything."
"I'll do whatever you want, just take me back and forget the other bitch!"
He was getting ready to curse her, but took a deep breath. "Never. You fucking sicken me. Get out of here, and I don't want to see you again."
"I'll find the bitch, I swear!"
"GOYLE!" Draco thundered. Immediately the big guy stomped in and grabbed Pansy without a word.
"I'LL FIND YOU OUT!!" she screamed over Goyle's beefy shoulder.
Something was going to have to be done about Pansy.
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"She's going to tell my father if she knows it's you. She's like that." Draco murmured, stroking Hermione's cheek. They were back in the hidden room, the sheets hot and clinging with sweat spent after a few hours of lovemaking. There was no more pain, only wonderous passion.
"Maybe we should stop." Hermione said with a sinking heart.
"None of us want that. Or...do you?"
She looked at him, utterly loving and trusting. He was glad she felt actually relaxed around him. "You know I don't. But I'll lose you if your father finds out. Hell...he might kill you. Or me."
Malfoy shifted uneasily. "I know. But Pansy isn't that smart. I don't think she'd figure it out."
"We can't keep it secret forever."
He knew she was right, even though he was content to just lay her in her arms, their sweat mingling, hearts beating in tune with each other, unknown to everyone but the Higher Powers. It was the ultimate fuck you to everyone who'd done him wrong. But then, it wasn't only that. Hermione had the look that made you feel like you should save her, and he wanted to. He wanted to be with her, and hold her till the end of both worlds came.
Another thought that entered his mind was that maybe he was the one who needed saving. Maybe they'd save each other.
"You know, this is our last year at Hogwarts. What are you going to do after?" he asked.
"I...Well...I have no idea."
"Me either." he thought. "Maybe...maybe you'd want to...well, I don't know how to say it..."
"Come with you?" she asked hopefully.
His heart leapt. "Yes. I want to be a long way away when Scarhead blows the Dark Lord into oblivion. I don't even want to be on the train ride home. I've had it with the old life. I want to be somewhere where no one could find me."
"Except me."
"Except you, yes." he kissed her forehead. "Now, you ready for another round?" his hands began tantalizing her breasts.
"Make it rough." she was ready. And so was he.
The familiar chains bound her to the bed, and Draco, smirking with an unknown secret, got up. Hermione smiled at his retreating form. The perfectly shaped thighs, the muscles on his back rippling with each sexy stride. And damn, he had a fine ass. She giggled at the thought. If anyone told her seven years ago that she'd think Draco Malfoy had a nice ass (let alone that she'd sleep with him willingly), she'd have laughed in their face.
"You won't be giggling for long, darling." Draco came back, sex exuding from his handsome form. He held a small jar of something in his hand.
"What's that?"
"Shush. You'll find out soon enough." his voice had turned to syrup, and she began to get a little suspicious, but stayed quiet. She knew that she'd have to face his wrath if she didn't obey.
The lid of the jar was unscrewed and tossed to the floor, and Draco settled himself between her legs. She could just see a finger dip into it, and then a cool cream was being finger-painted over her lips, blazing with arousal.
A few more touches, and he sat on his heels, satisfied. He studied her there for a while, and then asked her how she was feeling.
"Fine..." then it kicked in. Immediately her cunt heated further, and it felt like she was nearly at orgasm. Her hips arched and she shrieked. "Touch me, Draco!" she needed to come, and she needed to do it right NOW. "Touch me!!!!"
"Nah." his eyes glinted manically.
She moaned. The chains tightened, and any movement she tried to make to touch herself was ceased. "DRACO!" she cried, arching her hips further toward him. Gods, there were electric jolts going all over the place down there, and she was right on the brink. He reached over and with an evil chuckle spread her thighs apart so that she couldn't even rub them together.
"Draco," she heaved, "Touch me, please, gods, anything, just fuck me!"
"Why?" he teased.
She was about to just cry. Her whole world was falling down around her and he was just sitting there calmly as if paying attention to a Professor in class. "DRACO MALFOY! FUCK ME!" she screamed in a last desperate attempt.
He seemed to have come to his senses then, and without another word, rose up and shoved his nine inches of manhood into her, pounding with a fury and madness that must've been inherited from his tyrannical father. He grabbed her hair as she did his, and they both held on as if they were being dropped from a cliff. She screamed in elation as his single touch made her come, and he began biting and sucking her neck once more.
Caught up in the frenzy of it all, she began biting him and scratching him as well. This time they weren't loving and gentle, but reduced to their true carnal states, biting each other in animalistic frenzy. Soon the metallic taste of blood was in their mouths, and it was lapped up with fervor. Their yelps of pain were soothed by kisses that went on forever, and Hermione lost all feeling in her legs. Draco nontheless pounded her undauntingly, never breaking the pattern of his swift thrusts. Steamy words were passed back and forth, and soon that combined with Hermione's near-scalding warmth wrapped around him, sent Draco into oblivion and filled Hermione with a gush of more warmth.
Draco lay in the position he'd fallen, and his cock was still hard inside of her. The last whisper that came from him was the spell for the chains, and Hermione barely got her arms around him before sleep claimed her, too.
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The next morning dawned bright and sunny, and Hermione was standing before her mirror. A little tube of concealer was in her hand, and she was busy covering her bruises and hickeys from last night. A little bit of magic healed the bite marks easily. What an amazing night she'd had. Draco was always showing different sides of himself, and this was one that blew her away.
He must have found a sex magic book in Knockturn Alley, she figured. How else could he have made that cream? Gods, she was frightened of it. One touch and she was howling, utterly submissive to him. She didn't like it. Losing control was not one of her favorite things to happen.
She met Harry and Ron at breakfast, and immediately Ron spotted a hickey she'd missed.
"Oy, Herm, what's that?" he pointed to a spot on her collarbone.
"Oh...er..."
"It's a hickey!" Harry laughed.
"You'd know, wouldn't you?" Hermione smiled.
"Naturally."
"Who's it from?" Ron looked a little put off.
"None of your business. I'm going to let you two agonize over it. But trust me, I'm in...good hands." she giggled.
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Draco walked down an empty hallway toward Potions, thinking of last night. He couldn't think of anything else but her, and he spent the day with a perpetual hard on that was hard to conceal. Her name was enough to get him up. How had this muggle-born girl consumed him so?
They were both lost in their own thoughts when they collided.
"Ahhh! Oh, Draco..." she blushed.
"Hermione? You're going to be late for potions."
"So are you." they stared at each other.
Immediately he gave her a long kiss. He couldn't resist it.
"AHA! IT'S GRANGER!" a shrill voice shouted.
Malfoy knew that voice. It was Pansy.
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Ch. 5
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"Draco?" she asked quietly, still breathing a little deeper than usual.
"Yes?"
"Can we talk?"
He smiled in the candlelight. She didn't know how happy it made him to hear her ask that. "Of course, darling."
She was beginning to like the endearment. "Why do you...well...why me?"
He turned on his side and looked at her. A drop of sweat slowly made its way down his temple, and with a gentle touch of her thumb, it was gone. He kissed it. "I don't really know. I mean...I've hated you for so long. Or maybe I just hated you because you were best friends with...with Harry." He had never really said his name before. It was hard.
"Why do you even hate him? Is it because he's going to kill Lord Voldemort?"
"I don't give a shit about Voldemort. No one rules me but myself. And I know Scarhead is going to kill Voldemort. He will, no questions asked. They all know, and that's why Voldemort's been slipping. I was brought up to hate him, you see. And until he came, I was the one with the attention. The rich boy, son of the most powerful governor in the Ministry. Then here shows up the boy who I have to hate, and if I didn't, well, let's just say I get enough of the Cruciatus Curse at home without him weighing on my back."
"But that's an Unforgivable Curse, that's ill-"
"You forget who my father is, Hermione." his eyes were glinting steel. There was a malicious edge to them. Hermione went silent. "You don't know how jealous I got of you three. You're true friends, and I don't have any. They're only after my money or my body. No one really sees me for me, y'know?"
Hermione nodded, understanding. "But who are you, Draco? I see two men in you...one arrogant and rude, and the other...well...sweet and tender."
"Would you ever think it...a Malfoy, sweet and tender."
"At least when it comes to matters of the flesh, mm?" she teased.
"Maybe." he put his arms around her, resting his cheek on the pillow of her breasts.
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Hermione climbed back into the portrait hole around three in the morning. Luckily, tomorrow was Saturday and her friends wouldn't notice if she slept in. There was an uncomfortable, dull pain in the apex of her legs, and she realized Malfoy hadn't used a condom. Hmm...she'd make a birth control potion when she got upstairs.
"Hermione? What the hell are you doing up so late?" Harry's voice emanated from one of the armchairs in front of the fireplace, like a bad horror movie.
She nearly gasped out of surprise, but calmed herself. "I should be asking you the same question."
"But you aren't." she could see his playful grin in the firelight. "So?"
"Er...Patrol Duty. Head Girl does have it's ups and downs."
"Oh yeah! I forgot. Shame I'm not a prefect, we could patrol together."
"You'd only use it as an excuse to go by the Ravenclaw common room to engage in one of your midnight flings, wouldn't you?"
"Ah, my Hermione, you know me well. I can't help it. And besides, if Voldemort kills me, I want to've had the most women I can get."
"Oh Harry, don't talk like that! You'll get him." she hated to think that Harry could die.
"I'm not so sure anymore. I mean, come on, he's had the chance to study spells for nearly half a century. I'm not that lucky."
"You aren't incurably insane, though. You've got your wits about you. That is why you'll win."
"Thanks, Herm." he hugged her. "You should go to bed. If I remember right, I think you have an Arithmancy test tomorrow."
"You're right. Thanks." she hugged him back. "You should go to bed, too, silly."
"Don't worry, I will, just waiting for Lavender again."
Hermione rolled her eyes. "You're insatiable, Harry."
"Yep!" he laughed.
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Draco was laying in his bed, and as usual, his thoughts were on Hermione. Man, for a virgin, she was damn good in bed. It took a few kisses and well-placed touches, and she was a moaning nympho. He was sure that sooner or later they could fuck all night and well into the day. Mmm. She was so fucking tight, too. No virgin he'd had before was as tight as that, and he loved how it felt around him.
He was surprised they hadn't been caught yet. He knew Pansy knew something was up. She'd been giving him suspicious looks the past week or two, and when he didn't come to her room a few days later, she got upset.
"Why the hell haven't you been to see me?"
"Pansy, I'm tired." he sighed. He didn't want to see her, now or ever.
"What? Go to bed, then!"
"I mean, I'm tired of you."
Her face got red with fury. "It's someone else, isn't it." The question was more of a statement.
"Maybe."
"I thought we had something between us!" her lip began quivering. It made him sick with disgust.
"You know what we had?" he got up, raising to his towering height over her. She sniffled, a few tears dripping down her face. "What we had was me, coming to you while you were half asleep or drugged out of your mind, fucking your brains out, leaving for a week, and then coming back and doing it all over again. And you tell me that's something? That's nothing!"
"You...used me?!" she shrieked, sniveling like an idiot.
How the hell couldn't she fucking figure it out? "You can't tell me you didn't notice. During those past years, I never once kissed you during sex."
"Welllll, wellll, you kissed me in the hallway and at dinner!"
"I like to feel lips sometimes, you know."
"Malfoy! I hate you!" she cried.
"Trust me, Pansy, the feeling's mutual. You changed nothing in me. I still felt dead with you even while I was coming. You might have been in front of me, but I never saw you. And you were so boring. You wouldn't do anything."
"I'll do whatever you want, just take me back and forget the other bitch!"
He was getting ready to curse her, but took a deep breath. "Never. You fucking sicken me. Get out of here, and I don't want to see you again."
"I'll find the bitch, I swear!"
"GOYLE!" Draco thundered. Immediately the big guy stomped in and grabbed Pansy without a word.
"I'LL FIND YOU OUT!!" she screamed over Goyle's beefy shoulder.
Something was going to have to be done about Pansy.
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"She's going to tell my father if she knows it's you. She's like that." Draco murmured, stroking Hermione's cheek. They were back in the hidden room, the sheets hot and clinging with sweat spent after a few hours of lovemaking. There was no more pain, only wonderous passion.
"Maybe we should stop." Hermione said with a sinking heart.
"None of us want that. Or...do you?"
She looked at him, utterly loving and trusting. He was glad she felt actually relaxed around him. "You know I don't. But I'll lose you if your father finds out. Hell...he might kill you. Or me."
Malfoy shifted uneasily. "I know. But Pansy isn't that smart. I don't think she'd figure it out."
"We can't keep it secret forever."
He knew she was right, even though he was content to just lay her in her arms, their sweat mingling, hearts beating in tune with each other, unknown to everyone but the Higher Powers. It was the ultimate fuck you to everyone who'd done him wrong. But then, it wasn't only that. Hermione had the look that made you feel like you should save her, and he wanted to. He wanted to be with her, and hold her till the end of both worlds came.
Another thought that entered his mind was that maybe he was the one who needed saving. Maybe they'd save each other.
"You know, this is our last year at Hogwarts. What are you going to do after?" he asked.
"I...Well...I have no idea."
"Me either." he thought. "Maybe...maybe you'd want to...well, I don't know how to say it..."
"Come with you?" she asked hopefully.
His heart leapt. "Yes. I want to be a long way away when Scarhead blows the Dark Lord into oblivion. I don't even want to be on the train ride home. I've had it with the old life. I want to be somewhere where no one could find me."
"Except me."
"Except you, yes." he kissed her forehead. "Now, you ready for another round?" his hands began tantalizing her breasts.
"Make it rough." she was ready. And so was he.
The familiar chains bound her to the bed, and Draco, smirking with an unknown secret, got up. Hermione smiled at his retreating form. The perfectly shaped thighs, the muscles on his back rippling with each sexy stride. And damn, he had a fine ass. She giggled at the thought. If anyone told her seven years ago that she'd think Draco Malfoy had a nice ass (let alone that she'd sleep with him willingly), she'd have laughed in their face.
"You won't be giggling for long, darling." Draco came back, sex exuding from his handsome form. He held a small jar of something in his hand.
"What's that?"
"Shush. You'll find out soon enough." his voice had turned to syrup, and she began to get a little suspicious, but stayed quiet. She knew that she'd have to face his wrath if she didn't obey.
The lid of the jar was unscrewed and tossed to the floor, and Draco settled himself between her legs. She could just see a finger dip into it, and then a cool cream was being finger-painted over her lips, blazing with arousal.
A few more touches, and he sat on his heels, satisfied. He studied her there for a while, and then asked her how she was feeling.
"Fine..." then it kicked in. Immediately her cunt heated further, and it felt like she was nearly at orgasm. Her hips arched and she shrieked. "Touch me, Draco!" she needed to come, and she needed to do it right NOW. "Touch me!!!!"
"Nah." his eyes glinted manically.
She moaned. The chains tightened, and any movement she tried to make to touch herself was ceased. "DRACO!" she cried, arching her hips further toward him. Gods, there were electric jolts going all over the place down there, and she was right on the brink. He reached over and with an evil chuckle spread her thighs apart so that she couldn't even rub them together.
"Draco," she heaved, "Touch me, please, gods, anything, just fuck me!"
"Why?" he teased.
She was about to just cry. Her whole world was falling down around her and he was just sitting there calmly as if paying attention to a Professor in class. "DRACO MALFOY! FUCK ME!" she screamed in a last desperate attempt.
He seemed to have come to his senses then, and without another word, rose up and shoved his nine inches of manhood into her, pounding with a fury and madness that must've been inherited from his tyrannical father. He grabbed her hair as she did his, and they both held on as if they were being dropped from a cliff. She screamed in elation as his single touch made her come, and he began biting and sucking her neck once more.
Caught up in the frenzy of it all, she began biting him and scratching him as well. This time they weren't loving and gentle, but reduced to their true carnal states, biting each other in animalistic frenzy. Soon the metallic taste of blood was in their mouths, and it was lapped up with fervor. Their yelps of pain were soothed by kisses that went on forever, and Hermione lost all feeling in her legs. Draco nontheless pounded her undauntingly, never breaking the pattern of his swift thrusts. Steamy words were passed back and forth, and soon that combined with Hermione's near-scalding warmth wrapped around him, sent Draco into oblivion and filled Hermione with a gush of more warmth.
Draco lay in the position he'd fallen, and his cock was still hard inside of her. The last whisper that came from him was the spell for the chains, and Hermione barely got her arms around him before sleep claimed her, too.
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The next morning dawned bright and sunny, and Hermione was standing before her mirror. A little tube of concealer was in her hand, and she was busy covering her bruises and hickeys from last night. A little bit of magic healed the bite marks easily. What an amazing night she'd had. Draco was always showing different sides of himself, and this was one that blew her away.
He must have found a sex magic book in Knockturn Alley, she figured. How else could he have made that cream? Gods, she was frightened of it. One touch and she was howling, utterly submissive to him. She didn't like it. Losing control was not one of her favorite things to happen.
She met Harry and Ron at breakfast, and immediately Ron spotted a hickey she'd missed.
"Oy, Herm, what's that?" he pointed to a spot on her collarbone.
"Oh...er..."
"It's a hickey!" Harry laughed.
"You'd know, wouldn't you?" Hermione smiled.
"Naturally."
"Who's it from?" Ron looked a little put off.
"None of your business. I'm going to let you two agonize over it. But trust me, I'm in...good hands." she giggled.
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Draco walked down an empty hallway toward Potions, thinking of last night. He couldn't think of anything else but her, and he spent the day with a perpetual hard on that was hard to conceal. Her name was enough to get him up. How had this muggle-born girl consumed him so?
They were both lost in their own thoughts when they collided.
"Ahhh! Oh, Draco..." she blushed.
"Hermione? You're going to be late for potions."
"So are you." they stared at each other.
Immediately he gave her a long kiss. He couldn't resist it.
"AHA! IT'S GRANGER!" a shrill voice shouted.
Malfoy knew that voice. It was Pansy.
