Title: Forbidden
Rating: R
Genre: Romance
Pairing: Hermione/ Draco
Summary: Response to scars challenge on tainted, Hermione is the mistress of Draco Malfoy.
A/N: OK, the long awaited (I know, I've been a lazy ass, I haven't written a thing for months… till now) end to Forbidden. Thanks to everyone who reviewed, they were really appreciated.
A/N2: Oooh, it looks like this is not the end after all, I've had a sudden strike of inspiration. Go figure. This is becoming fun.
A/N3: Thanks to Lea, I don't know if she remembers, but a couple of months ago she went through and beta'd this for me, I've added and edited since, and I'd wait for her to post this, but I'm eager to post it cos I've kept it so long.
Last time: She began to moan his name when it struck her.
It wasn't Malfoy. This was Harry.
Hermione froze. She did not expect Harry home for at least another week. This was not good. Malfoy was in their room, in their bed!
"Harry?!" Hermione breathed.
"Mmm?" he replied, his hands roaming her body.
"Harry, what are you doing here? Shouldn't you be…" she couldn't remember where it was he was supposed to be.
"I've missed you baby, I came home for tonight, I just want to spend some time with you… tonight," he smirked and began to kiss down Hermione's neck.
Hermione's head was spinning; Draco was in the next room and had obviously no idea Harry was here. She had to think fast if she wanted to get out of this situation. She really didn't want to be with Harry tonight, nor any other night for that matter.
She was sick of living a lie, she knew Harry had been cheating on her for some time now, and not with just one woman either, Harry was a famous and highly sought after quidditch player, every witch in England wanted him, and many elsewhere too.
No, Hermione was not going to keep living this lie, she had to end it, and now, even if Harry didn't know.
Her voice slightly shaky, Hermione made up her mind, "Harry, I can't… not tonight, I, err, I have to go into work, I have a whole bundle of papers I need to mark, I was actually planning on staying there tonight, I, ah, just came home to get some stuff, why don't you just go back and we'll see each other on the weekend or something?"
Harry gave her a questioning look, "What's the matter Mione?"
"Oh, nothing, nothing, honey, I just really need to get this done, I've been falling behind."
"I'll come with you – "
"No!" Hermione almost shouted, then, quickly calming herself, she replied, "No, no, Harry, I won't be able to concentrate if you are there."
He laughed heartily, but complied. "Ok, ok, I'll stay here tonight, so I can come and visit my little wife tomorrow."
Hermione let out a sigh, "OK. I'll just go get my stuff and see you then."
She quietly let herself into her room and as soon as the door shut behind her she felt hands roaming her body again, a different set of hands, a strangely, much warmer set of hands. It was Malfoy.
She turned around in a hurry, panic written all over her face, "Malfoy," she whispered, "Harry is here, Oh my god, the luck, I cannot believe, of all nights to come home!"
She pulled out a small trunk from under her bed and began thrashing through her draws and wardrobe pulling out all her robes, clothing and shoes and throwing them rather messily into the trunk.
A dark shadow passed over Draco's face, for he knew that Harry was not loyal to Hermione, and it angered him, however, Hermione had convinced him not to do or say anything stupid and he was left with the slight satisfaction of knowing that he was screwing his enemy's wife on a weekly basis.
"Well, we're just going to have to apparate to my apartment," he stated matter of factly; biting back his anger at the scar faced 'boy who lived', and grabbing Hermione's now full trunk and preparing himself to leave.
"Well, see, that's the thing," Hermione started, Draco gave her a look that plainly said 'What now?' and she continued, "He kinda thinks I'm going back to Hogwarts cos I have some work to do. I managed to convince him not to come with me thankfully, but, I'm planning on coming back here late tonight so I can pack all my things and leave for good. I just want out Malfoy, I can't take his games anymore."
A flash of something past Draco's eyes, but Hermione couldn't tell what it was, but before she had a chance to even question it, she found herself in his arms and his voice comforting her.
"Don't worry, I'll come with you to Hogwarts," he then smirked wickedly, "we can finish our own little game there, and then, I'll come back here with you and help you pack, and you can stay with me in my apartment for as long as you need, till you are ready to find your own place or whatnot."
Hermione smiled gratefully, "I was actually thinking of going and staying with my parents."
"Well, that won't work, will it?" he replied smoothly, "Harry is just going to come looking for you, he'll know your there, whereas, if you stay with me, not only will you have the pleasure and satisfaction of amazing sex, but, Harry will never find you until you want to be found."
He had a point.
"I'll think about it" She knew she would end up staying with him but did not want to give him that satisfaction just yet, "but, you have to go now Malfoy, if Harry comes in here and finds you, then we are both in for it, I'll meet you outside the gates of Hogwarts in about 10 minutes." He nodded, "Oh, and, take my trunk, or Harry will suspect something."
Draco nodded again, and with a small 'pop' he was gone. At that split second the bedroom door burst open and Harry walked in.
"Is there someone here?" he asked, "I heard voices."
Shit.
"Oh, no, no, that was just me, I was muttering to myself, I can't find my blue sweater anywhere, and I was hoping to wear that under my robes tonight because its kinda cold."
"OH, I have no idea sweety, I haven't been here all week remember?"
'Yeah, I know, you where overseas fucking any chick you could get your hands on.' Hermione thought bitterly.
"Oh, its ok, I'll just grab this one," Hermione said with false cheer, she slammed it into her overnight bag and gave Harry a quick peck on the cheek, "I'll see you tomorrow."
Her hand went to the door knob, and as she turned it, Harry's hand wrapped around her arm in a tight grip, and she almost let out a shriek, "Is that all I get?" he asked with fake innocence.
"What?" Hermione was confused.
"A little peck on the cheek?" And without giving her a chance to answer he crushed his lips against her for a sickening and hard kiss, his tongue finding its way into her mouth with no passion or affection at all.
When he pulled away, Hermione found herself repulsed to the bone, she ran out the door, and as soon as she was out the front porch she apparated to her meeting place where she found Malfoy waiting.
Hermione arrived outside the gates of Hogwarts in a completely repulsed and disheveled appearance, she gave Draco a look, which pointedly said 'Don't ask', and he shrugged and led them into the grounds.
They walked in comfortable silence for a few moments, the dim lighting of the castle shadowing their movements until they reached the Great Hall, and Hermione decided she was hungry.
"Why don't we take a detour to the kitchens?" Draco asked, as if reading her thoughts.
"I was just about to say something of the sort," Hermione smiled, and was pleased to see him smiling warmly at her in return.
"Yeah, I figured you hadn't had anything to eat since you finished work, and its pretty late now, so we'll go pay a visit to the house elves," he chuckled at the scrutinizing look Hermione gave him for he knew all too well about her failed attempt at the S.P.E.W. program.
Choosing to ignore Malfoy's jest, Hermione obeyed her stomach and followed him towards the kitchens, "I'm famished!"
Somehow, on their way towards the kitchens they passed the Library, Hermione's favourite place in Hogwarts, she briefly remembered an encounter between herself and Malfoy back in sixth year, when they were both prefects, and had to stay up late patrolling the library due to recent thefts.
That was the night when it all began.
The night Malfoy angered her so much that the heat became unbearable, she was both angered and aroused, and without so much as a second thought they both found themselves against a shelf, feverishly kissing each other, and the next minute Malfoy had her on her favourite study table, clothes lay abandoned, thrusting into her harder and faster.
Every time they met after that, it was like a routine, except it was never the same, if that makes sense, they would do it anywhere and everywhere they could. And both of them anticipated the next time they would see each other.
And now it was like they were together, but they weren't, Hermione sighed, if only they were.
Draco must have heard her sigh because he turned with a questioning look and found Hermione staring at the library wistfully, a smirk came to his face and an idea sprung him for their return.
Flashback.
She had come to the library for a break. Hard to believe, yes, since it was here that all she did was work, but, ironically, working was a break for her. A break from her life, from Harry and Ron. She could immerse herself within her books and work for hours and just relax, and that was the way she liked it.
But on that night, not even her books could take her away from the troubles she was facing. Yes. It was the inevitable time in her life when boys became a problem.
More specifically; the boy who lived.
They had been great friends, the best of, her, Harry and Ron, the golden trio. But lately, things had changed, and Hermione was not sure she liked where things were going. Especially with Harry.
It was clear to everyone who knew them well, hell, it was even clear to the people who despised them, that Harry had certain feelings, or an attraction to his best friend. It was perfectly normal, right?
Wrong.
Not when he would constantly be around, bombarding her, never allowing her to get a moments peace.
Admittedly, at first, she had liked it, soaking up the attention like a queen, but it just became too much, and Harry was beginning to come on way too strong. And, truth be told, she just wasn't sure that she wanted him. She didn't feel the same. And frankly, she just wasn't the least bit attracted to him.
It was true that girls flocked to him, and she was the envy of many girls in Hogwarts at the moment, she just didn't see why.
So that is what brought her to the big welcoming and alluring library of Hogwarts that very night. And it seemed that she was not alone, as she wished she would be.
No, things were going very downhill for her lately. The one person she didn't need to be in the company of right then just so happened to be the one person she was left alone with, in the now, what seemed, big, cold and lonely library.
As soon as she spotted him, she turned to leave, but fate had other plans, didn't it? As it would seem, he caught sight of her and smirked, taking advantage of the situation at hand. He called out to her, obviously in the mood for some 'play time'.
"What's the 'ickle mudblood doing all alone in the big scary library at this time of the night? Doesn't she know its dangerous, and there are big, dark and scary things about?"
Hermione snorted. Typical.
"I should be asking the 'cowardly Slytherin' the same thing."
She heard him laugh coldly and bit back the shiver that was threatening to escape.
"Malfoy, I don't have time for you, I came in here for some peaceful study time, but it would seem I am not going to get that, so I am leaving, before I have to endure any more of your…" she sneered, " 'snide' remarks."
"YOU, don't have time for ME?" Malfoy mocked, "God Granger, something must really be eating at you when you would miss a chance to insult me."
"I have better ways to entertain myself Malfoy," she gave him a cold look.
As soon as the words left her mouth she regretted them, automatically registering the sexual connotation of those words. Malfoy seemed to register them too, because the look he gave her was both suggestive, and alluring.
"Really?" He stepped closer to her, she felt paralyzed, unable to move, so close she could feel his breath on her ear, "How about you show me?"
Amazingly, she was able to find her voice. Even more amazingly, she was able to keep it hard and steady, "How dare you Malfoy. Who do you think you are? What on Earth makes you think I would be doing anything of the sort to you? I'd rather lick Ron's arse!"
She gave herself a disgusted look at that last comment, one that Malfoy did not fail to notice.
"I take it that licking Ron's arse sounds as enticing to you as- "
"I don't want to hear it Malfoy!" Hermione interjected.
He smirked, "OK."
That was quite worrisome coming from Malfoy. He rarely agreed to anything, much less anything a mudblood had suggested.
His gaze had turned from the cold hatred that usually resided in those gray eyes, to hot blazing fire, a teenage boy, full of want and need. Hermione had no idea when this sudden change had come about, because she had only just noticed his own effects on her. His gaze was burning her body, and she felt herself unwillingly shiver.
Why was his gaze inflicting such a reaction from her?
He stepped closer to her, sending her backwards into a bookshelf, with no means of escape. "So…" he leaned closer to her, his hot breath tickling her ear, suggestively "What do you want to hear Miss Granger? Cos, I know what I want to hear coming from those pretty lips of yours."
His hot breath was clouding her mind, her vision, and all her senses, all she could think of doing was leaning back hard against the bookcase and pulling him with her.
As if reading her mind, his lips met hers in a fiery kiss, and his hands were around her tiny waist, pinning her to the bookshelf, and him onto her. She could feel his arousal like fire pressed firmly against her abdomen, and he proceeded to kiss down the nape of her neck, leaving a trail of hot saliva as he went…
"What ya thinking about?" she was pulled out of her reverie by aforementioned male.
She smirked, and released a breath she was not aware she was holding.
"I'll tell you on our way back," she grinned cheekily, and he too, looking toward the library, gave her a knowing smirk, and quickened their pace toward the kitchens.
TBC
A/N: I know I said this would only be 2 chapters long, but this chapter just became too long as I was writing it so I decided not to pin a chapter amount on this fic and just let it flow to where I think it should end. I hope you like, please review!