PART TWENTY NINE

Insatiable

I had almost forgotten all about my seventh premonition, and how possibly dangerous Malfoy was. I had been letting Hermione see him without even doing anything about it. And then it came: my eighth dream. I was in the forest again, and lying there was Hermione, injured and unconscious on the ground. I saw a flash of a black cloak, a book, a wand, green light…and by the terrible fear that gripped my heart the moment I woke up, I knew it was going to happen sometime soon…I dared not tell Hermione, but I knew that her relationship with Malfoy had everything to do with it.

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The exam week went on and it was a while before Hermione ever got to spend time with Malfoy again. That day when Hermione had a mishap with Crabbe, Goyle, and Pansy, it turned out that Snape had called for Malfoy to explain to him that since he'd just woken up from his coma right on the start of exam week and had missed a lot of classes, he was going to have to take special exams different from the exams that everyone else in the seventh year was taking. Therefore, Malfoy wasn't in any of his regular classes, much less in any of the classes that Gryffindor and Slytherin had together. Hermione couldn't even spend any time with him during breaks or at night because it was during these times that the professors were having sessions with Malfoy to teach him everything that he'd missed during the time when he was in a coma. Malfoy was always busy and Hermione barely got to see him, save for the rare moments when they would cross paths in the hallway.

This wasn't really the picture Hermione had painted in her thoughts when she used to imagine how it would be like when Malfoy woke up from his coma and they went public. But then again, she was thankful that at least she was now able to handle the criticisms more strongly knowing that Malfoy was in a good condition somewhere, loving her with all his heart.

The second to the last day of the exam week came, and as she, Harry, and Ron were sitting at the Great Hall during lunch, making some last minute cramming, she realized just how much she missed him already.

Hermione sighed and looked across at the Slytherin table where she knew she wouldn't find Malfoy, because he was elsewhere having another session with the professors. God, how she missed the way he ate…

"Stop thinking about all your visions again, Harry," Ron said, breaking Hermione's thoughts. "What with the exams not over yet, you're head's going to explode."

Harry buried his hands into his messy hair and stared at the book he was reading on the table in front of him, looking at the words but not really seeing them. "I was able to keep my mind off them all but now that the week's almost over it's all haunting me back again…damn it…"

Ron sighed. "I know what you need." He took out his wand and Hermione watched him point it at Harry's book. "Flippageus

The pages on Harry's book slowly turned page by page and stopped when Ron willed them to. The book was now turned to a page where there was a detailed diagram of what the ancient witches and wizards called, "Broomstick of the Future".

"Check out that wicked thing and imagine yourself riding it, and you'll feel tons better," Ron said, grinning while he placed his wand back into his pocket.

Hermione gave him a smile, seeing as Harry was now staring at the broomstick diagram intently. "Wow Ron; to have known that diagram was there meant that you actually browsed through our book and maybe even read it," Hermione teased. "I'm impressed."

"Well, you know me; I'm full of surprises," Ron grinned smugly.

"Plus I didn't know you were practicing the Page Turner Charm, which, by the way, you thought was useless," Hermione added in an "I told you so" kind of way.

"Well, I wasn't actually practicing it," replied Ron, "But when I went home for Christmas, Fred and George were goofing around and making practical jokes on me all the time because they said they 'missed me'. I couldn't find a way to have revenge without arousing Mum and Dad's suspicions, so I just played it simple—I secretly turned the pages of everything they were reading all the time. They didn't know what was happening; no one else knows about the Charm because that spell is just new and we're the first batch of students to learn it. It drove them crazy; they couldn't read anything—not even their favorite 'Joke Shop Manual'—properly. They even thought the poltergeist in the attic went loose and was playing a trick on them," Ron laughed, obviously pleased with himself. "That Page Turner Charm is probably the most beneficial charm I've ever learned."

Hermione chuckled and shook her head. "Some things never change," she grinned. "Anyway…I better get going; McGonagall wants Neville and I to help Hagrid feed the giant squid in the lake; it's been really sick this morning and it won't eat anything." She patted Ron's hand and stood up. "I hope the two of you do well in our next exam," she said, looking at Harry (who was still staring at the diagram) and back at Ron. "Wish me luck with the squid."

"Don't fall into the water," Ron winked at her.

Hermione chuckled again and left the Great Hall. Just as she was about to round a corner, she felt a pair of hands roughly take her from behind and cover her mouth as she struggled to scream, and then she realized she was being pulled back into a small, dark, and deserted stockroom where she momentarily caught a glimpse of various unused tools piled messily on top of one another. It was when the stockroom door was shut closed that everything went black, and she couldn't see a thing, much less hear anything but her muffled cries.

She was immediately slammed against the cold, hard wall of the tiny stockroom. And as she raised her fists to push back her assailant, her mouth was uncovered and the pair of hands grabbed both her wrists and pinned them against the wall instead. She was just about to scream when her mouth was covered again by a rough and hungry kiss that made her moan unexpectedly in the pleasure of its intensity, and when her lips were forcefully parted by a hungry tongue, she recognized her attacker to be none other than Malfoy.

At this stroke of realization, she stopped struggling and dove her own tongue into his mouth, and they kissed breathlessly for who-knew-how-long. When she was practically out of breath, she finally broke the kiss, panting heavily and feeling that her lips had swollen to thrice the original size because of the passion of the kiss.

As she keenly gasped for air, she heard Malfoy's own ragged breaths come close to her ear and whisper, "It's been a while." He greedily licked her neck the moment he said this, pushing her even more against the wall and gripping both her wrists tighter. She groaned at the pain yet enjoyed his manly force on her, and she arched her head as he licked his way down to her collarbone.

He let go of her wrists and expertly popped open her robe buttons, and then he reached under her blouse and impatiently raised it, so that he could lick at her lacy bra.

"Oh, yes…" Hermione moaned, feeling his tongue on her aroused and rock-hard nipple against the thin cloth of her underwear. She squirmed and hated herself for even bothering to wear her bra, seeing as how it was being a big hindrance to her pleasure right now. She moaned again in a plea, and Malfoy bit the thin cloth and tore it with his teeth, finally making contact with her plump and juicy mounds.

Hermione called out his name as he sucked at her, and she impatiently tore off her other cup so that both her breasts were now free from bondage. Malfoy gratefully fondled and squeezed the other one he wasn't sucking, and Hermione felt herself wetting her panties continuously.

When Malfoy's mouth switched to the other breast, she buried her fingers into his hair and grunted her appreciation. She suddenly forgot all about the squid and her exams and Harry and Ron, who would be waiting for her at their next class. She even forgot all about wondering why the hell Malfoy wasn't in his sessions and what on earth possessed him to grab her like this. What was important was that it was happening. Period.

Malfoy stopped sucking and eagerly kissed her lips again, wanting so bad to taste her that he bruised both their lips. When Hermione began to taste blood, she felt him press his own body against hers, and she instantly felt his hard arousal on her inner thigh. She groaned his name into his mouth and she dampened her panties again, wanting so much to have that thing on her leg shoved hard into her crotch where it rightfully belonged.

She was panting now more than ever when Malfoy stopped the kiss. He moved again to her ear and growled lowly in the huskiest and sexiest tone Hermione had ever heard, "Tonight. At the study. I can't take it anymore."

Every nerve in Hermione's body tingled with an overwhelming erotic sensation at his words and she grabbed his collar, rolled and pinned him against the wall. She breathed out, "Let's do it right now."

Malfoy groaned throatily, as she kissed him and reached down to grab his erection against his pants. She wrapped one leg around his waist and pushed herself onto him, positioning what she was holding into her own covered womanhood. They both groaned into each other because of the longing that they couldn't fulfill, cursing their clothing for blocking their way to unsurpassable bliss. Malfoy quickly reached down to pull down his pants, but then the locked door to the dark stockroom began to jingle and they both broke apart, panting so much that they had to cover their mouths to suppress their heavy breathing.

"It's locked, my dear; nothing could be in here. I don't know why you're sniffing the door so much," said a voice that belonged to none other than the caretaker, Mr. Filch, outside. A faint purring and meowing was heard in reply to Mr. Filch and the door stopped jingling as they heard footsteps walking away.

A few seconds of silence passed them by, until Hermione blindly reached for Malfoy's hand in the darkness and said, "We'll have to save the heat for tonight."

Malfoy pulled her towards him and instantly bit into her neck in reply, making her moan again, and then he said, "I'll be coming back to finish off this mark on you tonight."