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, I have no idea what's happened to me. It seems that I've gotten all inspired at the wrong times. Go figure. I have so many assignments due, but when something bloody pops into my brain it's just not going to go away until it's written. Damned Brain. Stupid thing. What's the use of it? Hmm. That was quite a bimbo moment.

So my sudden burst of inspiration this week was because of my sex god of a teacher, I had a few encounters with him on Friday. NO! Not like that you dirty minded people! And as I was talking to the sex god, I found ideas for this fic pouring into my head. Damn the sexy bastard!

A/N2: Lea is a goddess, she helped so much with this, she was blunt about it and straight to the point, and exactly how a beta should be. Don't just compliment, criticize too, it's the only way to improve anything.

Last time:

"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.

After some bickering about their first encounter and just how it was that it happened, they finally reached the kitchens, and were given a warm greeting by the house elves. Well, Hermione was, some of the house elves were still quite weary of Draco, and couldn't forget very easily how he treated them whilst he was here.

As the house elves were beginning to warm to Draco, who still held a certain aura of authority over them, and fear, though Hermione didn't like it, they also began to serve them sweets, now, Hermione was hungry, but she did not mind eating a bit of cake before bed, after all, it wasn't like she did it all the time.

Sitting across from her and watching her eat was one of the few things that put a smile on his face. Unfortunately, it was also one of the things he didn't get to experience nearly enough as he wanted to. He wanted that to change, his head and his heart telling him two very different things.

Head: "Its never going to happen Draco, get it out of your head, not only is she out of your league but she is with Harry."

Heart: "Screw Harry, he is such a jerk-off, there is still hope for you two, you have to hold on. I used to be cold, but it is because of her that you have changed, and now I am no longer a cold heart, well, not her at least."

Head: "Yeah, let's not forget you are still a Malfoy, and a wealthy one at that. Your father may be dead, but you are going to inherit it all, you have to become just like him, whether you like it or not."

Heart: "No. You don't have to become anything like that son of a bitch. Are you going to treat your future children the way you were treated? Are you going to raise them full of hate, with the same emptiness you grew up with? You hate your father, don't become him."

Head: "He has no choice. He is what he is, and he can never have someone so pure as Hermione."

Heart: "Draco… you have a choice."

And he did believe his heart, but his head also had a point.

If they were to be together they'd have to do something about their respective partners. He had a few ideas, but somehow he didn't think Hermione would consent to any of them. Oh, the downfalls of seeing a Gryffindor witch full of morals.

They engaged in some short conversation whilst they ate, exchanged news with the house elves, but when they were done, and the house elves had taken their dishes and left them there to their own devices, things started to heat up, and fast.

She had a very contented look on her features, which put a smirk on his face; he lifted her chin, and leaned over the table to touch his lips to hers. What was meant to be a touch, ended up as a battle of their tongues, neither able to control themselves when they got near. Draco was the one whose resolve crumbled first. His tongue deftly darting out, running so gently across Hermione's lips, tasting the sweetness of the chocolate cake which remained on her lips. Moaning slightly at the contact she opened her mouth to him fully, her hand running up his torso and around his neck, tangling itself in his hair, trying to draw him as close as possible without actually devouring him. What he meant to only be a touch soon involved their tongues, dueling with one another for dominance and ecstasy.

He made his way around the table to stand in front of her, not breaking their passionate kiss, leaning her against the table it wasn't long before he had her on her back, on top of the table. His lips took to torturing the nape of her neck and working their way down. A groan caught in Hermione's throat as Draco's lips left her, only to be replaced by a gasp as she felt his soft lips begin to trace the nape of her neck, his tongue darting out tempting her in the most erotic fashion.

Their last session may have been little over an hour ago, but they both seemed more than eager for another round. As Draco began to unbutton her shirt, Hermione, perhaps from the glasses of wine, was all but giggling, which, rather than annoy him, which would have usually been the case, he found himself more and more aroused. He stood back smirking as he watched her squirm for more. With Hermione clad only in a bra and skirt it was taking all of his self-control not to ravage her right then, instead opting for the more satisfying slowness.

Bending down he placed a feather light kiss on her stomach just above the button of her skirt. With unforgiving precision and slothfulness he began to make his way up her stomach, kissing, biting, licking and caressing her with his tongue, each movement being rewarded with a slight moan or gasp.

Finally it seemed Hermione had enough and he soon felt her hands on his chest, pushing him away from her, but grabbing his shirt, and pulling it out of his waistband. Draco, eager to get back above her found that she was quite strong in pushing him back, and very eager in losing the clothing.

Once she had rid Draco of his sweater and button up shirt she yanked him back on top of her, rather roughly, which only served to heat things up even more. This was not going to be gentle, this was going to rough, his favourite type, and it was going to be fast. He knew it and loved it when she was like this.

Smirking, his hand found the clasp of her bra, in a hurry to unclasp it; he found that her roughness was inspiring his. The sight of her need pulling on his impatience, causing his own heat to rise to near boiling point. Just as he got the clasp free and another satisfied smirk made its way to his mouth, a loud shriek next to them wiped it right back off, and sent him flying off Hermione, who had also heard the shriek and jumped in panic.

Winky the house elf had walked in on them, checking to see if they needed anything else. It would seem that she did not like what she saw; after all, she was a fan of Harry's.

Both he and Hermione had jumped away from each other with lightning speed, and soon found themselves been ushered out by a very flustered looking Winky, who was muttering things to herself about a professor being able to set examples in a school.

Oops.

As they laughed their way back from the kitchen's their stomach's full, their clothes a mess, and their bodies aching for each other, they passed the library again, and Hermione had a feeling that Draco was up to something.

He magically unlocked the door to the library and grabbing her hand, he led her to the very shelf where this all began, his hands all over her the whole time.

When he reached his destination, he pushed her back onto the shelf without warning, it wasn't painfully hard but she winced nonetheless. She recovered fast, however, once she realized just how close he had stepped to her, their mouths met in a fiery kiss, his hands holding her hips and moving them closer to his heated area so that Hermione could feel his arousal.

His lips began to move feverishly along her neck, first going down then changing direction and making his way up to her ear, where his tongue darted in both suggestively and seductively.

"Doesn't this bring back memories?"

Hermione moaned in agreement and brought her hands up to tangle them in his hair, pulling his lips back down to her own and marveling in the sensations he awoke in her. Before long, his lips met her collarbone, and her top was being pulled off to allow access to her more intimate body parts.

And she didn't want to, she only wanted it with Draco, she knew, that she would never end this little arrangement she had with Draco. Ever. No matter what ever happened in either of their lives. It was what held her together, what kept her sane and alive. If she didn't have Draco, even in this way, she had absolutely nothing to live for.

He loved these feelings, he loved being with her, although he would never allow himself to show it outwardly, he had to be true to himself, from the first day they began this escapade, his feelings began to grow and develop for her. No other female could ever make him as hot as her, no other female could ever achieve his caring, but she had.

And she didn't even try.

He never let on that it cut him every time he saw her with Harry. The day of their wedding was quite possibly the worst day of his life; for he knew then that she could never be his. He was forever grateful that she had allowed their meetings to continue, and although she was married, Draco found himself realizing that she was not happy, not when she was with Harry anyway. And he hated the wonder boy even more for what he did to her, and how he made her feel.

He hated that he knew he could make her happy if given the chance, but so many issues and factors forced them to hide what they had. He hated that he knew deep down she was too good for him, but he was better for her than Harry. He hated not being able to do anything outward about her unhappiness. But most of all, he hated knowing all this and still doing nothing.

He found that he never saw her happy unless he was around, when they were bickering and teasing each other. He found that that was when she showed the most amount of passion. He knew that it was only with her that his mind would ever be stimulated, and although their hatred for each other had perished, their smart arsed remarks to one another were stronger than ever, and they were what kept the fire between them alive. Most of their lovemaking sessions were more than often triggered by some sort of insult, an insult, which was not taken to offence as it once had, but an insult, which had now become an invitation.

Their Lovemaking, he did not like to believe it, but that's what it was.

And he knew it.

He just didn't admit it. Not to her, anyway.

He was doomed to live without an open relationship to her. He was doomed to live without being able to show her off to the world, for he knew that if he did in fact have her, she would be his most treasured and prized gift.

What he didn't know was that he truly did already have her.

Now that she was leaving Harry, he had his chance, he just didn't know how to use it, she would be staying with him, and he would somehow show her how he felt, even though deep down he knew she knew and maybe, just maybe they would be together.

A pureblood and a mudblood.

It was lucky his father was dead, or he would have been severely maimed.

It was amazing that he could think so clearly during sex with her. And although that would have been a turn off for him when he was younger, he found that a clear mind aroused him further, and sex with Hermione made him realize just how lucky he was to have her like this, rather than not have her at all.

Their breathing was heavy and musky, as they fought to compose themselves. They stayed as they were for some time, until their breathing had completely caught up with them.

Not allowing Hermione to dress herself, he gave himself the task, taking her lacy bra and sliding it back up her shoulders, allowing her only to clasp it. He did the same with her shirt, but refrained from putting her panties back on her, instead, choosing to allow her to walk around in a skirt and no underwear, keeping them as a souvenir for himself instead.

When he was finished, he put his own clothes on, even though she insisted on doing it for him, he assured her that she could be the one to take them back off him in any way she wanted once they reached her chambers. If they made it there without devouring each other in the process.

Their walk to Hermione's chamber proved to be quite exhausting. Although they didn't realize it at the time, their thoughts, emotions and lovemaking was quite extreme, and tiring. Once they were safely inside Hermione's chambers all they seemed able to do was undress and slide into bed, both of them drowning in their separate yet similar feelings, and both needing desperately to talk but their separate dignity not allowing them to.

After a few minutes Hermione's exhaustion took over and Draco found that she was indeed fast asleep. He traced her cheekbone with the tips of his fingers and took in her beauty and gentleness, he soon found her hands and held them tight before closing his eyes and allowing sleep to take him over.

What they failed to hear was someone following them out of the Library and toward Hermione's rooms. What they failed to see was someone watching their every move since they had stepped into the library. What they failed to notice was someone stepping into Hermione's chambers a few seconds after them.

What they failed to see was the boy who lived standing over them with a dangerous look on his face, as they fell asleep holding one another.

TBC

A/N: I want feedback people, I want to know what needs improving on this fic, I need to know what aspects you like so I can make it as good as possible. If you guys don't tell me then the fic wont get any better. I need some constructive criticism any way you can give it.

A/N2: If you want the NC-17 Version of this fic, go to GumBoot Mafia: http:gumbootmafia.hyperboards.com register, look for the Harry Potter fanfiction board and my fic is under the thread labeled TzAmZ – Forbidden – NC-17 –D/Hr