Hello again everyone! I hope you all had a fabulous holiday season, and continue to do so as it progresses for the next 12-ish hours. hehe. I would like to thank my wonderful beta, Cherbi161 for... er... well, for beta-ing... hehe. And also for writing the fantastic sex scene that this chappie ends with. She has such a talent... and I am really quite terrible at writing sex scenes, so I truly and heartfelt-ly thank her for writing it for me and making my story complete. :hugs Cherbi161:
So, to reiterate... there is a sex scene in this chappie, so if you are offended by these things please please do not read it,I would hate to have my story deleted. I would truly cry.
All that aside... enjoy! hehehe
"The Veritaserum should be ready in a few weeks," Harry said to Hermione. They had just finished adding the last ingredients to the potion in Moaning Myrtle's bathroom. "Once its ready, how are we going to sneak it to Pansy?"
"At dinner," Hermione said mischievously. "I'll simply walk over to the Slytherin table to have a chat with Ron, and while I'm distracting everyone, I'll tip the potion into Pansy's drink. Then I'll make her explain herself in front of everyone in the Great Hall."
Harry grinned. "You really do get more and more evil every day, Hermione," he said.
Hermione smirked at him. "Yes, well, I do try." she said with a wink. "I'm going to head back to my room now, get some sleep before I start homework. I'll see you in class tomorrow."
"All right," Harry agreed. "Let me know if you need anything."
"I will, thanks, Harry," Hermione exited the bathroom and headed quickly for her room, hoping to get there before anyone waylaid her. She still wasn't in the mood after the whole Ron incident the previous day.
Peace and quiet, however, were not in the near future for Hermione. She heard a noise from behind her and before she could turn around to see who it was, she was pushed into an empty classroom by a pair of very strong arms. The door closed behind her and her captor, and she turned quickly, wand at the ready, to face Draco Malfoy.
"I don't feel like dealing with you right now, Malfoy," Hermione said bitterly, putting her wand back inside her robes.
"Oh, come on darling, you like it, just admit it," Draco whispered seductively into her ear, pushing her against the stone wall. Hermione could feel herself giving in to his seductive charm, and was frustrated with herself for it. "There's something you need to tell me, love," he said, nipping her ear sharply. He placed his hands in her robe, and his fingers under her shirt hem, making circular motions on the sensitive skin above her hips.
Hermione moaned softly, entranced by his touch, and murmured a barely audible, "Yes?" waiting for him to continue his train of thought. Before he did so, he took one hand from under her shirt and traced her jaw line roughly, causing her to lean her head back. Draco stared in awe at the neck exposed before him once again, almost clueless as to what was happening. He was being taken in by her again, and he was enjoying the feeling.
Hermione looked at him and smiled to see his face in such peaceful adoration of her. She was surprised, however, as it was a look of intense confusion as well as pleasure at her proximity. To lessen his confusion, she decided it would be beneficial to kiss him, thinking that might clear a few things up. She placed her hands gently in his hair, and pulled him, much less gently, to her, stopping when their faces were no more than an inch apart. He winked at her and barely gave her a chance to smile in response before he placed his lips to hers.
"As I was saying," Draco began, moving his attention to nibbling her neck so he could talk more easily while still enjoying Hermione to the fullest. "I would greatly like to know why it is you act this way with me when you are obviously still attracted to the Weasel."
Hermione instantly stopped responding to his actions at the mention of this controversy she had been having with herself. Draco pulled back to look into her eyes, intending to frighten her with a look of pure disdain, when he saw a small tear in her beautiful eyes. His face immediately became one of concern, and he pulled her to him in a tight hug, comforting her as her tears began to fall more readily.
"I'm sorry, Hermione," Draco said softly. Hermione sniffed, and smiled up at him, her face streaked with tears. He brushed them aside.
"It's ok," she said, her voice shaking slightly. "It's not a big deal really, sometimes I just get really jealous, you know? If I wasn't so worried that…" Here she stopped, not wanting to tell Draco she suspected Pansy had given Ron a love potion.
"Worried about what?" Draco persisted. Hermione shook her head.
"Never mind," she said. "I'm going to get some sleep for a bit. Will you walk me back to my room?"
Draco agreed, and the two left the classroom together, both happier than they had been in several weeks. Unknown to the two of them, Pansy happened to be walking in the same corridor, and saw them walking together. She took careful note of Draco's smile, observing that she had never seen him look so peaceful. She knew she would have to do something to find out what exactly was going on.
Pansy, Crabbe, and Goyle met in the Slytherin common room to discuss the situation. Crabbe and Goyle seemed somewhat confused as to why Draco wasn't there.
"He's part of the plan, why isn't he here?" Crabbe asked.
"Won't he be angry that we didn't include him?" Goyle said, sounding afraid.
Pansy laughed remorselessly. "This meeting is about darling Draco," she informed them icily. "That is why he was not included. I believe we may have a problem. Draco seems to be becoming more and more friendly with our young mudblood, and I fear that he may soon forget the plan. Crabbe and Goyle, you continue with your part of the plan. I am going to owl my parents for some veritaserum, so that I can find out what is truly on Draco's mind. Do you understand what I'm asking you?"
Harry found Ron sprawled out on his bed in their dormitory, sleeping peacefully. Harry shook him awake, and Ron glared up at Harry, blinking furiously, waiting for Harry's face to come into focus.
"What's the problem, mate?" Ron asked in confusion, sitting up.
"I need to know what the deal is with you and Pansy," Harry demanded.
"What do you mean?"
"I mean, why are you acting like this?" Harry asked. "You obviously had feelings for Hermione, but one day you just start hanging around her. It's suspicious."
"Hermione?" Ron asked, surprised. "Well, sure, mate, but bloody hell, she was never interested in me, so I just gave up. Can you blame me?"
"Yes, I bloody well can!" Harry practically shouted. "You can't pretend you didn't know she cared, she's been crying ever since she saw you and Pansy."
"Well, I'm sorry she's sad, but there's nothing I can do," Ron said stubbornly. "I'm in love with Pansy, and that's not going to change."
"You're so thick sometimes," Harry said angrily, and stormed out of the room, leaving Ron, still confused and somewhat annoyed on his bed.
It was three days later that Pansy's veritaserum arrived. She opened the note her mother had sent with it and smiled.
"Pansy, I am trusting you to use this for something important and not a petty revenge. You know the consequences if you are caught with this. Use it well." Pansy read. "Oh, I will, mother, I will."
She glanced over at Draco who was sitting a few seats down from her, staring towards the Gryffindor table as he ate his lunch. She smirked and sauntered over to him, shaking her hips in an exaggerated motion, winking at Ron who was practically drooling at the Gryffindor table as she did so.
"Draco, let's have a chat, shall we?" Pansy said, placing a hand on his shoulder. Draco raised an eyebrow at her, and seemed unwilling to go with her. "No really. Now. Crabbe, Goyle… come."
The four of them exited the Great Hall, Pansy practically pushing Draco along. Hermione glanced over at them, and felt a pang of jealousy as she noticed Pansy's hand on Draco's shoulder. She shook it off and turned back to her food.
Pansy conjured up four drinks, one for each of them, and slipped the veritaserum into Draco's when he wasn't looking. She handed each of them the drink, but Draco looked suspicious.
"You aren't trying to… poison me, are you?" he asked, only half joking.
"Draco," Pansy said, laughing silkily, directing him into an empty classroom. Crabbe and Goyle shut the door and stood guard after they entered. "There is a shortage of perfect men in this world. Why on earth would I harm the only one I've ever met?"
"Still, I don't trust you," Draco said, as Pansy pushed him into a chair. "Why the sudden need to talk to me in the middle of dinner?" That's when he remembered seeing Pansy receive a package. "What did you get in the mail today, Pansy?"
Pansy allowed a slightly evil smile to cross her face. "Wouldn't you like to know, love?" she asked slowly. Her eyes were glowing with a hateful intensity he had never seen in her before, and he felt his heart skip a beat. Something was going to happen, and it was going to be big. "Yes, you know, don't you darling? Things aren't the way they used to be. It's become much more serious."
"What is it you want, exactly, Pansy?" Draco asked quietly, watching her pace back and forth in front of him.
"The truth, Draco," she replied, stopping in front of him, legs apart and hips thrust forward purposefully. "And I don't trust you to tell it without a little help. Crabbe, Goyle… go ahead."
Crabbe and Goyle looked at Draco regretfully, but picked up his glass and threatened to force it down his throat. Draco sighed, and rather than put up a fight, drank everything in his glass. Everyone waited for a moment until the veritaserum took effect.
"So Draco," Pansy said after a short pause. "The truth. What are your feelings for darling Hermione?"
"She's beautiful," Draco said honestly. "I love being with her."
"Draco, you were supposed to seduce her, not fall in love with her," Pansy said, straddling his legs and holding his face securely between her hands. "What in the bloody hell is wrong with you?"
"Hmm," Draco murmured absently, not having to answer as Pansy's question was rhetorical. He glanced up at her blearily to see if she had anything else to say.
"What about the plan, Draco?" Pansy demanded, glaring at him.
"The plan?" Draco repeated, beginning to get angry as well. "The plan is pointless. Why did we arrange it in the first place? To get petty revenge on someone who wounded my vanity? The plan doesn't matter, it's void, unimportant, forget the plan! Don't we have anything better to do than ruin Hermione's life?"
Pansy's eyes narrowed and she stepped away from Draco. She nodded at Crabbe and Goyle, and they came over and took a hold of Draco's shoulders.
"Take him back to his room," she said quietly. "The Veritaserum should wear off soon, I'll need to talk to him then too."
About an hour later, Draco sat on the couch in his room, resting his head in his hands. Crabbe and Goyle were standing on either side of the couch in case he tried to "escape", and Pansy was pacing the floor in front of him, having just returned from who knows where. Draco rolled his eyes in distaste at how out of hand things had become. When had he lost control of the situation? He sighed as Pansy began to speak.
"I didn't want it to come to this, Draco," she said, still pacing. "I warned you several times, encouraged you in your plan, but did you appreciate it? No. I knew you were beginning to have feelings for the mudblood, I confronted you about it, but you denied it. Did you honestly think it would work out between you two?"
Draco remained silent as she spoke to him. To be perfectly honest he didn't feel like dealing with her at the moment, but he knew there was no way he could get them out of his room, so he simply listened quietly as she continued to rant.
"I've written to your father," Pansy said, coming to a halt directly in front of Draco. He looked up immediately, with a horrified expression. He knew his father would do something drastic the moment he found out about Hermione. "Oh that's not the half of it, Draco. If you are afraid of your father, it's nothing compared to how frightened you should be of your darling Hermione."
"What have you done?" Draco asked, becoming angry.
"What did you expect me to do?" Pansy scoffed. "Go ahead, run to your little girlfriend, make nice with her if you will, but your father will be here very soon, I'm sure, so even if it works out, I'm sure he has something wonderful in store to do to her when he sees her."
Draco jumped to his feet and reached for his wand, but Crabbe and Goyle stopped him. "Sorry, love," Pansy said with a menacing laugh. "I guess you should have thought twice before falling for a mudblood." She nodded to Crabbe and Goyle, and the three exited the room, leaving Draco standing in complete confusion.
Hermione didn't even glance up when she heard Draco enter through the tunnel. She was understandably angry with him, and would have preferred it if he stayed away. Pansy had sent her an owl asking to meet her outside the library about an hour ago, and although she had been reluctant to go, she was glad to know what Pansy had told her. It broke her heart that everything Draco had made her feel was all part of a plan for revenge. She understood that she had been doing the same thing, but her plan had not involved harming any of his friends, and the honest truth was that the last few weeks she had been falling for him. She had thought he felt the same for her, but obviously she had been mistaken, and she didn't want to face him, she was too embarrassed.
"Hermione, we need to talk," Draco said softly, taking a seat next to her on the couch. She buried her head farther into her pillow and ignored him. "Please, I need to explain."
"You can speak, Draco Malfoy, but I can't guarantee that I will listen," Hermione said in the coldest voice he had ever heard her use.
"It's all a misunderstanding, Hermione," Draco insisted, walking towards her on the couch. "You have to understand, you have to listen to me-"
"I don't have to do anything," Hermione interrupted, sitting up. Her eyes were red and puffy from crying, and pieces of her frizzy hair fell in her face, but somehow she was still incredibly beautiful. "I knew you had some sort of plan to seduce me, but I suppose I was foolish enough to believe that you had more integrity than to harm Harry and give Ron a love potion. I can't believe I actually thought you cared. You are just like your father, and you disgust me."
Draco's eyes narrowed. For a moment he had honestly felt badly about what he had done, but she had no right to speak to him like that.
"The plan did not take form until you offended me and my friends," he said coldly. "You act so high and mighty, but you are not so perfect. It did begin as a plan to hurt you, of course, but only after you hurt me. Honestly I'd hoped you'd be able to see that my feelings for you had changed over time, but apparently, my faith was misplaced."
Hermione stared at him, shocked. She didn't know what to say. He had spoken with such passion, such honesty, that she had no choice but to believe him. "Is this true, Draco?" she asked tentatively.
"You must be blind not to have noticed," Draco said, staring deeply into her eyes. He turned away immediately, afraid of her reaction, and walked towards the tunnel. Hermione had stopped thinking at that point, overcome with emotion and remorse for the way she had spoken to him.
In moments Hermione had hopped of her position on the couch, crossed the room, and thrown Draco unceremoniously against the wall, grinding her hips into his as she did so. Her left arm rested gently on his hip, sending tingles up his spine, while the other arm drifted up his back and neck to rest in his hair. She stared into his eyes for a moment, taking in every feature of his face, his smooth skin, his chiseled jaw, and finally coming to rest on his slightly open, luscious lips.
Draco moved his hands seductively up to her hips, resting them there gently for a moment. In one swift movement, he tightened his grip on her waist, and pulled her hips to his even tighter. Hermione wrapped her right leg around his waist as she pulled his lips to hers in a fierce kiss. Draco pulled away for a moment, holding her tightly and dipped her, rolling her on his hips, delighting in her arched back, and then pulled her back up, entangling his hand in her hair, and kissing her once again.
A soft moan escaped Hermione's lips as Draco's tongue explored her mouth. His hands were everywhere, she felt as though her entire body was on fire. Draco pulled away slightly and rested his forehead on Hermione's. Both were breathing heavily as they stared into each others eyes.
"Draco, I'm so sorry," Hermione breathed, running her fingers through his platinum blonde hair.
(a/n: sex will follow, read at your ownrisk :wink:)
"Shh," Draco said, kissing her again. Hermione became entranced by the passion of the kiss they were sharing, all she could feel was the heat coursing through their bodies as their tongues intertwined in a fierce battle for dominance. Draco turned her around so that her back was against the wall, and as he pushed against her, his hand slid up the outside of her shirt to her breasts. He caressed her gently, relishing her soft gasps at his touch. It was at this moment, the moment where he felt in total control, that he felt Hermione's hand gently caress his manhood. His eyes opened wide as he looked at Hermione in shock, enthralled by the mischievous smirk she was giving him.
Draco lost all control in this moment. He picked her up so that she wrapped both of her legs around his waist as he held her against the wall. He pulled her shirt off over her head, revealing a lacy red bra that barely covered her breasts. Draco let out a low growl and began to gnaw at the smooth skin that was now exposed.
"Oh, Draco," Hermione moaned softly, her head rolling against the wall behind her.
"Yes, Hermione?" Draco asked, whispering seductively, nipping her ear lobe.
"The bed," Hermione said, looking at him with a twinkle in her eye. Draco obeyed instantly, carrying her, her legs still wrapped around him, into the other room to her bed. He laid her down on her soft silk sheets and ran his fingers over her arms, bringing them up over her head and pinning her down.
Her legs were still wrapped around him as he undid her bra. After taking it off and flinging it across the room he caught her lips once more in a passionate kiss. He hungered for her touch as she felt her body exploding at all his touches.
He took one of her breasts in his mouth and tongued her nipple playfully. He loved how she arched her back closer to him. The heat between them was growing steadily higher. Hermione began losing control, she couldn't help it, her head was dizzy with pleasure. She soon came to her senses and flipped him over so that she was straddling him.
Draco smiled, surprised at her strength. "You know I like it rough."
She pulled his shirt over his head and began kissing him more fiercely. She then bit his lower lip allowing her to taste him, to taste his pure blood that she so hungrily craved. She moved lower and lower kissing, licking and sucking as she went. Draco realized that he was slowly losing control. His body was exploding with ever kiss that she planted on him, and every lick that she teased him with. Hermione noted that Quidditch did his body good as she moved down to his well-chiseled abs. She soon came to his belly button, which was surrounded with small platinum hairs. She licked them gently causing Malfoy to twitch uncontrollably.
"Seems like I found a weak spot." She said laughing. She licked it once more unbuttoning his pants. She slid them off and took off his boxers next. "It looks like little Draco is happy to see me." She said laughing once more. Draco took note that she still had her skirt on and ripped it off angrily. He then ripped her under wear off and rolled her over.
"Now we're even." He said smiling dropping the skirt and the ripped underwear over the side of the bed.
Hermione realized that there was no turning back now. Her body craved for his. He gazed at her, his eyes seemed to drinking her in. She saw his eyes flicker from desire to complete lust and hunger. He had hungry eyes and wasn't going to leave until he was finally fed.
When he entered, Hermione shuddered with delight. Soon they began going at it like wild monkeys. (LOL ang, u don't have to put this in, LOL just a joke) Hermione couldn't believe that this was really happening. She kissed him once more to make sure. With every thrust he took her to higher and higher peaks. Hermione clawed at his back and moaned his name the entire time.
It wasn't before long when sweat began to glisten on their bodies. Draco's hair was sticking to his forehead as he kept bringing Hermione to her peak. Over and over again she would shudder violently as she climaxed.
Draco loved the control that he had over her. He loved it when she moaned his name, he loved the power in his strokes. He loved her being under him, and he soon pinned up her arms above her head as she came to another ground shaking climax. He had a satisfied smile on his face. Hermione lost count of how many times she had an orgasm but stopped counting after three. He smirked at her the last time and she reached her peak, and she didn't like that, not at all.
Hermione flipped over once more and began riding him. Draco was surprised but resumed his composure; he held her hips as she stroked him. He never seen a more beautiful sight, Hermione on top of him her hair going in different directions, her eyes closed and her head thrown back in pleasure.
Draco soon felt himself coming to his peak, as her strokes were moving faster as well. He sat up and held her as they climaxed together. She lay ontop of him still shaking from the after effects of the last orgasm. She gently rolled off of him and gazed at him.
"Hermione, that was amazing." He said breathlessly.
And now you know why Cherbi161 is my hero! I hope you all enjoyed the chappie. I only have one more chappie left to write, and I'll try and get it done as soon as possible... I have a one-shot brewing in the mind, as well as a Ron/Hermione fic with lots of plotting and intrigue, so be on the lookout for those. :-)
Now... Go read Cherbi161's stories.. ooh ooh ooh, she just started a 2nd one too, and its really good. Props to her!
Thank you to all of my wonderful... wonderful... wonderful reviewers, you make my life worthwhile. :-) Honestly I can say this story wouldn't have come this far without you all. Well... I'll save all the sappy emotions I'm feeling for you all for my last chappie... but believe me its coming, I LOVE YOU ALL!
R&R, loves!