Day 5
Her brown haired gleamed like bronze beneath the firelight as she looked up at him from her position on the hearth rug, her eyes beckoning him closer. She was a picture of perfection, lying there in naught but a mesh leopard thong. As she saw his strong, pale form approach, she teasingly rolled onto her stomach, shielding her breasts—but showcasing her plump, round, derriere. Against his will, his pulse accelerated—blood traveling to his erogenous zones—even warming his own cold heart. The storm raging within him reflected by his eyes, he knelt down beside her and captured her mouth forcefully, attempting to transfer all his conflicts.
His reservations
His fears
Into that one kiss.
She moaned into his mouth as she submitted to his barely contained lust. She didn't dare close her eyes as he kissed her, meeting his steely gaze in request…
Demand….
That he claim her for his own.
Their tongues danced as their hands probed and caressed one another to the tune of reckless lust. Heat radiated from their cores as Draco reached down to cup Hermione's sex, her heady scent assaulting his nostrils as he sampled the juice of her walls with his fingers.
Bringing the telltale sign of her arousal to his mouth, he slowly licked his fingertips as a guttural growl escaped his chest. Hermione's tongue darted out to moisten her bottom lip, her pelvis tilting closer to the pressure his hand generated. He knew she was pleased by what she saw and wanted to reward him…
So she pulled him on top of her, and wrapped her legs about his waist, guiding his manhood to her core. The tip of him could feel the ready wetness drawing him in….until he heard a sound….
The sound of ringing.
Draco jerked upright from his bed, hitting his alarm with such force and viciousness that the poor clock shattered long before it tumbled to the ground.
'Fuck' thought Draco as he continued to ramble all sorts of expletives in his mind. Raking both hands in his hair, he cradled his head in his hands.
Merlin, the dream was so real.
Obviously, with an empty bed and no firelight to speak of, Draco realized how silly he must have sounded to himself, but he didn't—partially anyway.
Because as far he was concerned, the aftertaste of Hermione's juices still lingered at the back of his throat, so he swallowed in defiance as he trudged into the bathroom to begin his toilette.
Relaxing under the warm stream of the shower, Draco allowed his mind to wander as his hands traveled to his burgeoning erection. Deftly and expertly, he stroked and pumped the pliable flesh, concentrating on the tip with one hand, teasing his balls with another. He bucked against the pressure, grunting as droplets of sweat from the steam of the shower flows from his brows. He was so close that he could feel it. He was cresting. Quickening his pace he moved the hand from his balls to brace himself against the wall, his butt cheeks tensing as he his seed started.
With a battle-like cry, Draco hung his head back in surrender as he forcefully splattered against the bathroom tile. Squeezing himself, he drew his seed and orgasm out until he was fully spent. His head throbbed with the impact of it with its return to the upright position. That taken cared of, Draco began to lather up.
Covering his body with suds, he came to a shocking realization.
TWICE, he had jerked off… in a four hour span.
This recent one, was the strongest nut he ever had in his life, not even being inside a woman gave him such force.
Woman…
It was all because of a woman… the thought of a woman.
His own thoughts were fucking him up, Draco was fucking up.
His mind betrayed him, his body an eager accomplice.
He shuddered what was at stake as he rinsed and stepped out of the shower to get ready.
It couldn't happen…
It wouldn't happen…
No way in hell.
Not too much later, Draco went down to breakfast, ungracefully plopping down onto the bench. His plate finally filled with food, he stared at it for a long time, mournfully, sorrowfully.
He was not hungry. The thought of what could be happening to him was depressing.
Draco was pushed out of his thoughts as someone gripped his shoulders. "Drake! By Merlin, wait until you hear what I have to tell you!"
Draco looked with weary, tired eyes at his friend. As such as he loved Blaise; he wasn't in the mood to hear about one of his many misadventures.
Someone else rushed to Blaise's side. "What do you think you're doing?"
Blue eyes entered into a staring contest with the newcomer. 'Oh, no' thought the belligerent Italian, 'this shit is coming out, now'. He replied cryptically.
"Whatever is done in darkness, will come to the light"
"Zabini! I'm warning you! Don't you utter another word, or else!" Blaise laughed mockingly. 'What could she do?' At this point, the whole Slytherin table was listening in rapt attention.
Draco, already irritated, moved to stop the bickering. "Blaise? Pansy? What's the meaning of all of this?" He watched as the two continued to look at each other venomously. They were already beginning to attract attention from the other house tables, although none but the Slytherins were able to hear what was being said.
Blaise smirked triumphantly. "Time's up Parkinson, will you tell him, or will I?"
Pansy stamped her foot as if a spoiled child. She lost either way, and she knew it. So she did the only thing she could.
She came clean.
"Fine Zabini, you perverted no good wanker." She crossed her arms and turned to Draco.
"I needed information, so I got it. From Granger."
Draco looked at her strangely. What could she need so badly that she went to Granger?
In the meantime, Pansy failed at her attempts to leave the great hall, as Blaise was holding her by the neck of her blouse. He didn't believe in roughhousing females, but Blaise wasn't above ripping a blouse or two…within reason.
He chuckled at himself as he remembered the pearl buttons sprawled across the floor of his dorms. 'Now that was a good piece of ass.'
He mentally slapped himself, as it was the wrong time, wrong place.
He spoke up. "Oh no you don't Pansy, tell Draco how exactly you went about getting this information." This girl was a piece of work indeed. Despite the circumstances; Blaise couldn't help but admire her moxy. Damn Slytherin pride.
The bitch was crazy, but she had moxy.
"I snogged Granger" the defeated female Slytherin mumbled at a low volume.
Draco's ears perked up at this as he yells. "WHAT?"
He heard her loud and clear, as Draco had perfect hearing. He could hear a damn pin drop, but he couldn't quite believe what he was hearing.
She spoke defiantly. "You heard me dammit! I snogged her into the next life, and I'm not sorry." A great ruckus erupted at the Slytherin table.
Her? WHO was she?
Draco was nonplussed for a moment. This girl was a piece of work. Suddenly, he was angry, very angry.
"WHAT THE FUCKING HELL IS WRONG WITH YOU! WHY WOULD YOU EVEN DO THAT! WHAT HAS SHE DONE TO YOU?"
Pansy could only smile bitterly as she calmly gave Draco her answer. "Nothing, it's what she has done to you… and every other male around here." Saying her piece, she looked away, refusing to say anything more on the matter.
Draco was about to yell a reply, but was halted by his own head of house.
Professor Severus Snape approached the group, his eyes narrowed menacingly. "Mr. Malfoy, Mr. Zabini, Miss. Parkinson. WHAT is the meaning of all this?"
By this time, the whole great hall was looking towards the scene between the head boy, his best friend, and former lover. This was a situation someone could look back on and possibly laugh at. It was all ludicrous really.
But not today.
Draco stood as still as stone, not trusting himself to speak as anger still flushed his normally pale complexion. Blaise spoke up instead.
"Nothing sir, just a minor disagreement."
The Professor scoffed at this. He had a feeling that it was more than that, but he believed in letting students solve their own problems. It gave him less work to do.
"Fifty points from Slytherin, EACH. Outbursts will NOT be tolerated!"
He looked pointedly at Draco "and neither will language unbecoming of the head boy." The professor tsked as he walked back to the dais to finish his breakfast, leaving the students to their own devices.
They all thought singularly. 'One hundred and fifty bloody points! Motherfuck!... Snape must be really pissed.'
Cries of outrage and vicious whispers spread through the members of Slytherin House, their own leader had caused them shame and disgrace. He showed weakness openly, arguing over some girl.
But whoever this girl was, she must have been something—to have their King, Queen and Prince so at odds with one another.
No one dared approach them to inquire though, as they knew better, and knew their place.
Pansy was the first to leave. "Wake the fuck up Draco. That's all I'm saying." She tossed her honey blonde locks over her shoulder as she walked out of the great hall with all eyes on her, head held high.
Blaise looked at Draco in question and sighed. Knowing that no answers were forthcoming, he turned his back on himand took a seat to help himself to breakfast. He shifted guiltily, thinking perhaps he did more harm than good to his best mate.
Draco, still slightly pissed and shell-shocked from it all, sat beside Blaise and began to eat. 'This too, shall pass' he thought hopefully, as he stabbed a sausage link with his fork. In all this commotion, he never once thought for backing out of the plan.
'A Malfoy's word is his bond. You are nothing without your word... your character.'
Words from his very own father.
Strangely, he felt as if he would have wanted him to stick to it, regardless of the circumstance.
The cost.
"Things are never easy are they mate?" Blaise says. Draco shook his head. They read each other so well.
Draco felt a pair of eyes on him as he pinched the bridge of his nose. He didn't have to guess who it was.
He already knew.
She was leaving, hand in hand—with another blonde. Chase.
He replied in a whisper. "No. Never."
After a long and tiring day, Draco finally reached the safety of his room where he slammed the door behind him and immediately began throwing things across the room.
He wanted to bloody scream! But no… screaming was for bloody bitches.
He settled for violence instead.
To Draco, it seemed like the whole day had gone straight to hell. It was as if Voldemort had taken over as his angel. The dream, shower, breakfast, after breakfast… Chase was literally giving Chase. Hand holding and book carrying everywhere. Smiles and easy laughter between the two showed their attachment to one another.
Hermione was even kissing him…on the cheek.
Several times…. Lingering.
Sucking his teeth, Draco had no idea why bile tempted to rise from his throat, resisting the idea that he could be experiencing anything that was beyond his control.
"Well, at least I'm not dead, he is" muttered Draco in reference to his supposed 'angel'.
A small consolation I suppose, for a teenage boy whose life had taken such an awful turn over the past 6 days. Resentment filled his breast.
'It's all her fault… of all the bloody things to ask someone.
She chose me to ask.
Well, she would get her money's worth.'
He got up, with revenge on his mind and began to make his way to where he knew she would be.
The library.
His suspicions on target, he found her there, seemingly deep in conversation with who else, but him.
Sebastian sodding Chase.
Draco, with his steely gaze on them, cruised to the table, standing behind Hermione. He intruded in their conversation, rudely interjecting.
"Granger, we need to talk, NOW."
She looked up at Draco, noticing that his gaze was cool, impenetrable; and brooked no argument.
Hermione turned to Sebastian, who looked at the pair thoughtfully. "Sebastian—"
"Hermione, go ahead sweetheart, I'll be here."
Draco with Hermione in tow, rolled his eyes at Sebastian before leading her deeper into the library into the stacks of the restricted section. They were in an even more secluded section of the library, lending them the cover of privacy.
Hermione looked at Draco in puzzlement. "Malfoy, what's going o-"
She was unable to finish her sentence as Draco gripped her shoulders and yanked her towards him as he slammed his mouth onto hers. She whimpered uncomfortably as the kiss was rough, bruising her lips. His tongue in her mouth, Draco coaxed Hermione's out of hiding by sucking her in. She moaned in spite of how Draco was manhandling her, feeling her center throb with need. Activated, Hermione freed her shoulders from Draco's grasp to wrap her arms about his neck.
Like a man starved, Draco ripped his mouth from her lips to ravage her neck. He nibbled, bit, and sucked on her ripe flesh intermittently. He was relentless, as if he wanted to mark her. Make his presence known. Wanting to bring her closer, Draco grabbed Hermione's buttocks to lift her onto him, wrapping her legs about him as he pressed her back against the bookcase. Hermione gasped with the sudden action, but struggled to get closer to Draco, rubbing her sex against his abdomen as she ran her fingers through his hair, down his back, his shoulder blades.
It was useless to deny herself this simple pleasure...
As it wasn't going to last much longer.
Draco, on the other hand, was popping off the buttons of Hermione's shirt with his teeth, kissing his way down her chest. Impatience riding his back, he opened his mouth to latch onto her erect nipples through the cloth of her blouse. A deep rumble of pleasure came from his lips as he sucked her, moving his head in all sorts of directions as he did so. Trapped against him, Hermione writhed and bucked as if possessed. Draco returned to place his mouth over hers. Simultaneously, he reached into his back pocket and found his wand, flicked it and allowed it to clatter to the ground. He had preprogrammed it to do a silencing charm on its next use. Good thing he did.
Because if she was making noise now….
Draco, not breaking the kiss, bent his knees and sunk lower…lower... until they were both on the ground. Hermione's back remained against the bookcase as Draco kissed his way down her body, gradually moving her legs to his shoulders.
Finding what he was looking for, Draco didn't raise Hermione's skirt, but burrowed under it, so she couldn't see his actions. Not that it mattered, as she was in daze, too heavy with lust to stop him from completing his mission. She yelled in surprise.
"MALFOY!"
Draco chuckled to himself as he held Hermione's legs open and continued to nuzzle her clit with his nose. She is wet, very wet, he surmised. It wasn't rocket science, her knickers were drenched. He used his nose to move the crotch aside and darted his tongue out to taste her, causing Hermione to convulse in shivers.
"Oh…. God…"
'Thy name is Malfoy' Draco finished mentally for her as he licked and sucked her labial folds, not yet getting to the treasures they held. The scent of her sex once again overtook him, as it did in his dreams. Her brand of musk was intoxicating. Licking her opening, he plunged his tongue inside, feeling Hermione's tight walls quake at his entrance. Using his tongue, he slowly thrusted in and out, moving his head so that his nose brushed against Hermione's nub of pleasure with each probe of his tongue. Uncontrollably, Hermione began to vibrate…buzzing with pleasure. What is this we hear?
Hermione is purring?
Hearing this, Draco spurred her on by flicking his tongue inside her…tracing her upper walls as he drew his tongue out and filled her once again. He chuckled once more.
Who would have known the chit would taste like peaches.
As he continued on, he could feel Hermione's legs beginning to shake even more. She was about to cum. He removed his tongue from her and placed his whole mouth over her vagina, and began to hum as he sucked her in.
Hermione's head kept tossing from side to side as Draco was truly eating her as if she was the last supper. Some things cannot be put to words.
And this was one of those things. The pleasure was indescribable.
So with that thought, Hermione smashed Draco's head into her crotch as she roughly came into his mouth and screamed her release. For the first few seconds, she rode Draco's mouth, taking great pleasure as he relieved her.
But then… after she had come down… he never stopped. He was still going.
Hermione cried out, as she had spent her crest, and tried to push Draco away...wriggle away. She was so sensitive.
But it was no good, as Draco had her number, and a score to settle.
Draco thought of all the bullshit of his day as he continued to show her no mercy—licking, sucking, nipping, tongue fucking her. He wanted to show her.
What? He didn't know—he just knew that no one fucked him over and got away with it.
So he held her legs open and heard Hermione scream with pleasure/pain until she was hoarse. She had cum in his mouth three more times.
Finally, as Draco had had his fill, he released Hermione's legs and allowed them to fall to his sides. Hermione hadn't bothered to close her legs. She would be a bit on the sore side for a few hours, he knew. Draco got up, and with a flick of his wand lifted the charm and fixed them up.
On the outside anyway.
Hermione looked up at him in awe as she studied his mutinous profile.
Who was this man?
Her mind told her one thing, her heart another. For once, she didn't have the answer.
She had outsmarted herself.
On the other hand, Draco felt at a loss as he wordlessly walked out of the library to his room.
Everything had gone according to plan.
But it seemed as if the plan somehow had a life of its own, taking his mind and body along with him
And dare he say…..
His heart.
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A/N: So... NOW we can all guess who is at the BRINK:o) I hope that this has been as good for you as it has been for me. We have two days left... possibly 3-4 chapters at most. Anyway, enough talk about that. Shout outs!
1. Lorett- My darling! MY 50th REVIEWER!(hugs) Thank you so much for your support and encouragement as I attempt to tell a decent story. I hope you enjoyed this, as it was taken from a personal experience (adapted just a tad). (wink)
2.Abbi- I'm the writer, and I hate Hermione at times. Why can't we all have a Draco? Huh:o)
3. Izzi85- Your wish is my command (turns up the thermostat)
4. Sporty12gd4u- Just ok? Aw, I wont take offense though, as everyone pines away for the sex. Unfortunately, thats the whole object of my plot, so we cant have it coming to a head at Day 4 now can we? Chin up:o)
5. Gwenevere Morgan Black- Well, when I went to public school and private school, people had sex at school. Oral sex was all round, people doing it right and left. As a medical student that goes into schools to teach sex education, I'm always amazed at how much kids today KNOW. More than I did back then, so I'd like to think the Dumbledore is quite aware of the high hormone levels at Hogwarts. As far as tension... is this enough for ya? (grins)
6.TomFeltonsDancer- Damn.. I wanna dance for him too, but they will put my butt UNDER the jail, as he is a MINOR. (frowns). I hope this chapter helps answer your question posed in your review. :o)
7. Vampyra- (hugs) You are so awesome you know that! You are the ONLY one who commented on my Pansy thing in a review! For that, you have my gratitude and affection.
8.HermioneLilyGranfer- I'm glad, here's something to lift it even more.
9.Erilyn Rose- ANYTHING that involves sex.. in my opinion.. is ALL GOOD:o)
10. NotDavidTalbot- Your review totally warmed my heart! How sweet. :o) Well, in my line of work you have to provide detail yet be brief as possible, so that helps me alot here I suppose.
11.April (MalfoysQueen, dammit.. I want THAT name!)- Thanks so much for the compliments! Well, I hope this chappie answers youre questions about how Draco is feeling.
12. SoulChaser- The whole touch thing is TRUE. ;o)Research supports it, especially in preterm babies.
13. Dwarfa- WHY THANKS:o)
14. Attolia- HIGH FIVE TO YA and AMEEEENNNNNNNN:o)
15. (Added after original post) Ms Lit- In the past, the shifting of tense was intentional (as I wanted it to appear in 'real time' instead of both of them feeling everything simultaneously), but as this was mostly Draco's POV, that wasn't supposed to happen so I went back and fixed it. Lord.. as many times as I've experienced it in my fatigue I spelled cum wrong? OH! I shall never live it down:o) Seriously though thanks for the minor grammatic critiques. I will admit though that grammar is the lowest priority on my list. The plot and sequence of events always get me. If they don't make sense, the story dies.
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Cheers to everyone once again, seen and unseen,
besos y abrazos ( Kisses and hugs)
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