Forbidden Fruit
Libbeh, a self-proclaimed D/H shipper specialist
Plot: Lust. Lies. Sex. Hate. Anger. Oh the joys of being a horny teenager.
Chapter Eight: Sex and the School
Disclaimer: I claim no rights to Harry Potter & company. J. K. Rowling & etc. own the rights to Harry Potter & company. However, I would absolutely love to own Draco Malfoy right now. He'd make a perfect sex toy. Seriously.

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The Head Boy and Head Girl headed back to their dormitories, walking in heavy silence, each in their own world. After what seemed like relentless steps of stairs, they were at the dormitory portrait. A statuesque young man, in his early twenties, looked down at them as they stood at the door. He raised a blonde eyebrow at them and spoke in a heavy Scottish accent, "Head Boy and Head Girl, I presume? Right then, what is the password?"

"Pickled donuts," Draco replied, glancing over at Hermione, who was wiping away the remaining tears around her hazel brown eyes.

"Correct. Good night to you, lad and lass."

Hermione sniffled and stepped through the portrait hole. Draco followed in after her. He had a strong desire to reach out and comfort and caress her more, but he fought off any urges. He decided to take his mind off of his desires and offered to make her a cup of chamomile tea. She smiled and shook her head. "I've got to get my rest," she yawned.

"Chamomile tea helps you relax. You need it, especially after what you went through. I'll go and fetch us both a cup," he counter-remarked as he headed over to the coffee table and pour Hermione and himself hot tea.

She observed his hospitality and wondered why he was being so benevolent to her. 'I like his newfound kindness, but where is it coming from? Could it mean that he has a heart after all,' she pondered as he handed her a cup. She sipped the warm tea and it instantly warmed up her body. She continued to stare at Draco as she sipped her tea. She was becoming drowsy and stifled another yawn.

"Relaxing, isn't it," he asked.

She nodded and drank the last drop of her tea. She glanced at the clock on the wall and realized that it was getting late and she hadn't finished packing for her "honeymoon." She scoffed at the ridiculousness and irony of going on a honeymoon trip for a spoof marriage. She wondered how long the mission would be and what would happen at the end of it.

"I'm going to bed," she suddenly said.

She gave Draco smile and cleared her throat. He gave her a puzzled look. She chuckled and playfully remarked, "Is the groom going to carry his bride up the stairs?"

Draco smirked and retorted, "Malfoys do not carry their brides. There's actually an age-old tradition where the bride carries the groom up the stairs."

"And I thought chivalry was dead," she sarcastically replied.

"Save some of your adoring love for me for the honeymoon, love. You wouldn't want to waste all your energy now," Draco smirked knowingly.

Hermione warily cocked an eyebrow. "And what do you mean by that, Malfoy?"

His smirk grew even larger. He stepped closer to Hermione. She eyed him with suspicion, watching him as he enclosed the space between them.

"Mrs. Malfoy," he slowly purred, "You mean to tell me that you don't know what married couples do during their honeymoon?"

Hermione felt her cheeks getting hot. She did know what went on during honeymoons. She was well aware. However, the perverted thought that was hidden in Draco's disturbed psyche had not previously crossed her chaste mind. Her cheeks grew hotter, and she was well aware that Draco was conscious of her blushing. His eyes seem to taunt her, as if they were reading her thoughts. She raised her face and tartly replied, "Yes, I am well aware what couples do. They make love, but since Malfoys know nothing about love, I am playing it safe by saying nay to your lewd plans."

"Contrary to the widespread belief that Malfoys are completely cruel beings, we, nay, I do know a few things about what it feels to love someone," he whispered.

She sniggered at his comment. He was being remarkably poised after her insult and it amused her, much to her own surprise. He flashed a cold look at her and callously eyed her gleeful face. He wanted to prove to her, to show her what he was like, deep down inside. He wanted to show her that he was capable of loving another being and that he wasn't cruel and cold as everyone thought he was. Most of all, he wanted to make her his.

"I'm sure you do how to love, Malfoy," she sarcastically replied, casually playing with her beautifully manicured nails.

In the next instant, he pushed her down on the plush carpet, held her hands above her head, and passionately kissed her. She attempted to push him off her, but hopelessly failed. He had pinned her whole body down with his own hard, muscular body. She struggled to kick him in the groin when he ripped off her blouse, but soon stopped once he began sensually kissing her neck. Her creamy fair skin was softer than Draco had imagined and he loved how smooth her skin felt as his fingers gracefully rubbed on her skin. She moaned and it excited him. He ventured farther south, kissing, licking, and greedily sucking areas that had never been explored by another man before. He soon reached her pelvis and paused. He looked at her face and saw what Harry or any other man could never give her what she was craving underneath that chaste persona, pure passion and immense pleasure. She was his and his only. He knew it. No man, not even Harry, could or will take her away from him after tonight. She whimpered once he lifted up her skirt and tugged on her damp underwear with his teeth.

"Draco," she softly moaned.

He smirked, in the mist of pulling off her underwear, thinking to himself how easy, yet strange it was for Granger to succumb to the Malfoy charm. He succeeded in taking off her drenched wet underwear and began pulling off his trousers. 'She's precious,' he thought as he quickly pulled off his trousers and tossed them on the sofa, 'And tonight, she will be mine forever.' He hastily kicked his boxers off and guided his body on top of hers.

"You're mine now, mudblood," he huskily whispered into her ear.