A.N. If you are under the age of 18 or do not wish to read adult themes/situations, please go no further. STOP READING. This chapter contains sexual content and Draco Malfoy's depravity knows no bounds here.

Also, these characters are not mine, they aren't true to their original concept in some ways, and are CONSENTUAL partners in this story.

Happy reading and enjoy my filthy mess


Draco was running out of time; that had been distressingly clear for the last week, and it was even more so as he laid, unable to move without internally screaming, on his cot in the hospital wing.

"Fucking Potter," he hissed, wincing as his chest vibrated.

I'm going to fucking kill him.

He was alone with his murderous thoughts- the room silently stale and glowing with a few candles near his bed. Pomfrey retired to her private quarters for the evening after doing a final check on him.

When I get out of this blasted bed I'm going to-

A creak disrupted his mental tirade. The sound of the door opening and closing, then light footsteps against the flagstone were unmistakable, but there was no shadow of a figure on the other side of the thin privacy curtain around him.

What the bloody hell?

The wild curls of Hermione Granger poked through the break in the hangings.

"Oh good, you're awake."

She shrugged something off of her before stepping all the way in.

Of course her pajamas are frumpy, like her uniforms. But what's underneath-

Calm yourself, Draco. It's been thirty seconds.

He was disgusted by the depravity of his thoughts.

"It's not even been a full minute and you're looking at me with disgust."

His cover up quip was instant.

"Because you look awful, Granger-"

"What do you mean? I'm wearing pajamas, it's nearly midnight-"

"Also, if you weren't made aware, it's because of your imbecilic friend that I ended up here in the first place. So, naturally, I'm annoyed by your presence; guilty by association. Unless you taught him that fucking spell; then this entire thing is your fault."

She rolled her eyes and helped herself to sitting in the space on the edge of the bed by his knee.

"You're honestly ridiculous. Of course I didn't teach him that spell. He told me he'd read it somewhere, but didn't know what it would do. I really don't know why I bothered to come see how you were when I knew you'd behave this way."

"Yes, Granger, because it's absolutely normal for you to sneak about the castle well after curfew to check on someone you hate, but find just attractive enough to smell in the vapors of a love potion that triggers lust and unhealthy obsession."

She seethed. "Let's not forget that you also smelled me."

He shrugged, winced, and looked away from her.

"I'm sure there are plenty of girls in this school who use the same scented products as you."

"Only if they're muggle," she sniffed, "and I highly doubt you've been as up close and personal with them as you have with me."

Draco snapped his head in her direction at that, fighting with everything he had in him not to show how much it hurt to move so quickly.

Hermione was giving him a challenging expression- brow raised in a fashion that was so utterly him and he found it horrifyingly attractive. He had a flash of how she looked that night in the alcove; flushed and confused, but the desire blatant in her gaze. It seemed like years when it had been just a few weeks.

But now, she looked at him like she was privy to something he wasn't, like she had the hand that would ruin him. And he liked it.

"And how would you know that?" he tried.

She leaned in, forcing him to lay fully against his pillows. Her hand slid up his thigh over his blankets and, to his complete surprise, ran her fingers lightly over his semi-hard cock.

Traitor, he silently accused the appendage.

"Because you aren't hiding this very well."

He huffed and attempted to think of anything that would direct his rushing blood anywhere else, but was failing, miserably.

"Granger," he gasped, as she increased the pressure of her fingers just slightly.

His hips rose a fraction off the mattress and a sharp spasm shook through his body. He grabbed her wrist in a flash and she looked up at him, confused.

He loosened his grip and rubbed the outside of her wrist with his thumb.

"As much as I'd love to let you keep on with what you're doing, I really am in terrible pain."

She jumped back like he'd burned her and nearly fell off the bed as she scrambled to stand.

"Oh! I'm sorry, Malfoy, I don't know what came over me. I- should I get Madame Pomfrey?"

I wish I could move so I could shut her up with my mouth.

Draco sighed dramatically. "No, Granger, I'll be fine. Just, go back to bed."

He looked up at the ceiling, still trying to quiet the hum in his ears.

Hermione wrung her hands, embarrassment filling her. Why had she gone there and why had she thought touching him as he laid in a hospital bed after a near death experience would be appropriate?

The night in the alcove plagued her nighttime thoughts; the way he had felt against her, how he'd driven her to the point of madness without even a finger up her skirt.

More than once, she allowed herself to wonder what it would have been like if he had actually touched her-

"If I wasn't bandaged up and in excruciating pain, I would havelovedto see where this excursion ended up."

That pulled her from her thoughts and she laughed quietly before scoffing. "I was simply proving a point, Malfoy-"

"Which would be what, exactly? That you remember where my cock is without actually having touched it before?"

She huffed and felt her face heat. "We both know that what happened in the alcove cannot happen again."

Part of him knew that, but another part refused to back down; she was a pleasant distraction from all the impending doom in his life. He raised a brow. "Can't it?"

She shook her head.

His expression turned predatory. "We'll see, Granger. We'll see."

She prayed he didn't see the slight shudder down her spine as she bolted through his curtains, grabbed the invisibility cloak from the floor, and threw it over herself as she slipped through the hospital doors.

But he had.


He'd been released from the hospital wing for almost a week and Hermione was paranoid.

At first she felt ridiculous, but then it grew. She swore everywhere she looked, she saw a flash of blonde or a sliver of a Slytherin robe disappearing into a crowd of students or around a corner.

They had their shared classes; he never looked in her direction or allowed himself to be close to her, but the feeling of being watched was constant.

It was her turn in the rotation for patrols- her partner had been some Fifth Year Ravenclaw who didn't show. It was Friday night, naturally she was the only person who'd actually be a responsible prefect.

As she roamed the halls, her eyes darted and her thoughts were full of Malfoy.

He better not be lurking about or pull me into a broom cupboard.

When she made it to the seventh floor without insult, she tensed a little; the alcove she'd found him in before was close.

Was he there? Was he waiting for her?

That's a ridiculous notion and you know it.

She held her breath as she passed the tapestry. There was no noise or noticeable movement coming from the other side.

Thank Godric.

While she was relieved, she found herself slightly shocked by the feeling of disappointment creeping into her mind.

She turned a corner to head to Gryffindor tower and stopped in her tracks.

There he was, leaning beside a portrait she couldn't see because it doubled as a door.

A secret passage? One not marked by the map? Impossible.

Draco grinned wolfishly at her. "Evening, Granger."

She gave him a single, stiff nod. "Malfoy."

"Find anything interesting on patrol?"

"No, nothing out of the ordinary."

He pushed off the wall and began stalking toward her. "Well, that's good. Fancy a stroll down there with me?" He jerked his head in the direction of the portrait hole.

She raised her chin. "Well that depends. Are you leading me to my death?"

He laughed and leaned closer, daring to brush a curl behind her ear, never moving his eyes from hers. "Just a little one; maybe a few."

Hermione blinked rapidly, her breath catching in understanding.

Before she could make a comeback, he turned away and stepped into the wall.

Draco held his breath until he heard her footsteps approaching. He hadn't been able to stop thinking about this since that night in the hospital wing. Even during the nights he spent in The Room after getting released. He needed to have her, to quench this annoying thirst he'd developed.

And he, of course, wanted to make her itch with paranoia and anticipation- just to see if she really did want to explore the weird attraction between them as much as he decided. Her following him down the dark, sloping passage confirmed it well enough.

Silently, she tried to work out why she followed him without too much thought. He could very well be taking her somewhere dangerous, and yet, the realization didn't come until they were almost down the passage.

When they reached the end, he gently pushed open the portrait blocking their path, and stepped out into a dimly lit room.

It looked like a small parlor. A fireplace was on the far stone wall, with small bookcases on either side, giving the space a soft glow- a low, black marble coffee table and a small dark colored sofa faced it and a matching wide chaise was adjacent to the coffee table, but angled toward the fire. The wall to the left beside the fireplace was made up of floor to ceiling windows, but they didn't show the night sky.

"Are we... under the lake?"

Draco gave her a side smile. "There are quite a few little private sitting rooms down here in the dungeons;" he gently took her robes off her and she let him, listening, "all the Slytherins know about them. This one, however, is mine."

Hermione walked passed him further into the room as Draco laid her robes on the sofa. Upon closer inspection, she noticed a door to the right of the fireplace that led to a small bathroom; beautiful marble sink, ornate mirror, matching toilet and single shower stall. A trunk sat beside the bathroom door, but out of the way of the walking space. She assumed it held some clothing items, for the occasions he decided to stay away from his dorm.

Without realizing, she made her way to the bookcases. He watched her intensely.

"Some of these tomes are-"

"Yes, Granger, first editions. Only the best for a Malfoy."

She rolled her eyes. "I should have known you'd have a place like this at your disposal."

He shrugged and fell gracefully onto the chaise; he sat with his legs up and crossed at the ankle and leaned back.

It was then she realized there was no exit besides the portrait hole. Turning away from the books, she walked slowly toward him.

"So, when you want to leave or enter, you have to go all the way to the seventh floor?"

His expression was bored as he looked at his fingernails. "No, the portrait is charmed; I simply pick a floor and can walk out of a portrait by the same artist on that floor. The portrait in the castle doesn't change to get back in unless I change floors the next time I'm here."

Impressive magic, she thought, only slightly bitter.

"Have you figured out why I brought you here?"

The question made her tense up. "I have a theory. But, have you forgotten what I told you in the hospital wing?"

She moved toward him and was almost beside the chaise. He sat up and turned, legs apart with his feet planted firmly on the ground. He leaned forward to rest his elbows on his knees and laced his fingers together, giving her that same wolfish grin.

"No, but have you forgotten what I said in response?"

"Malfoy, just get to the point. What do you want from me?"

She had her hands on her hips and her knee brushed one of his as she stood in front of him.

In a flash, he grabbed both wrists and pulled her between his long legs.

"Malfoy! What did I say before about the manhandling?!"

She tried to move away, but he closed her between his thighs.

"I'm dropping all pretenses here, Granger. Since that night, I've been unable to think of anything else. I need to feel you again, breathe you in again-"

He yanked her wrists and her body bent toward him, her face dangerously close to his.

"I need to taste you," he growled.

She could feel his breath on her lips; the menthol of his cigarettes stung the split she'd made with her consistent biting.

"But- we- you know we can't."

The last part came out as more of a whine than she intended, but it seemed to be all he needed. Not a second later he released her wrists, opened his legs enough to grasp the backs of her thighs, and put her on his lap, forcing her legs to straddle his.

"Says who?" he ghosted against her mouth.

She inhaled sharply.

There's the apple.

They collided; he was pulling her body against his with such a ferocity that she thought he'd swallow her and she couldn't get close enough.

She was surprised to find him already aroused- she could feel him like she did that night in the alcove and let out a gasp when her thigh brushed against it; using her hands on his shoulders to anchor herself.

He moaned into her mouth as his hands slid under her skirt and moved from her thighs to her arse, pleased to find that her knickers had ridden up and exposed the skin. She bucked when he squeezed, grinding against him with more pressure and gliding her hands to the back of his neck and up into his hair part way.

Everything she imagined about being touched by him didn't compare to the actual feeling; he was just so damn good at it.

Draco was starting to lose his thin composure.

"Granger," he spoke softly, pulling back just a fraction.

Hermione took that motion to attach her lips to his throat, her nails scraping at his scalp. She nipped him and he couldn't stop his hips from rising.

"Granger."

She pulled back confused and he took that moment to shift them; her back was against the seat of the chaise and he was between her thighs with one of his long legs on the floor, the other bent under him on the cushion.

He never took his eyes off of her as he slithered his hands up her thighs until he reached the raised hem of her skirt.

"You know, I am very grateful you decided on stockings today," he mused, watching for her to nod before flipping up her skirt the rest of the way.

She raised her brow at him. "And why is that?"

The smile he gave her caused a shiver to go up her spine.

"Because I would have had to rip them open."

Her head was spinning and her face flushed as he finally looked at the apex of her thighs. She'd subconsciously chosen a plain but cheeky nude underwear; cotton with a lace band.

He carefully ran a finger over her clothed opening. "For a second I thought they'd be frumpy like your clothes. I must say, Granger, I'm pleasantly surprised."

She snapped her thighs closed on his hand and pushed herself up a little. "I think you're in the wrong position to be insulting me, Malfoy."

He leaned to touch his nose to hers. "I meant no offense, princess, just glad to be learning all of these things about you."

She took his bottom lip between her teeth and he hissed, falling forward as she opened her closed legs and pulled him down on top of her.

"You're a fiery thing, aren't you," he huffed with a smile as she soothed her bite with the tip of her tongue.

"Oh, I'm extremely in tune with my body and my needs. Let's see what else you learn by the end of this, Malfoy. There'll be an exam when we're finished."

"That would not be categorized as dirty talk if you were anyone else but, Gods," he moved from her mouth and sunk his teeth into her neck as retaliation for her previous action.

She made a throaty sound and then angled her lips to his ear. "I thought you wanted to taste me?"

He pulled away and plunged his face between her legs so fast she didn't have time to catch her breath.

Draco bumped his nose over her still knicker covered center.

"Oh believe me," he purred, sliding the strip of fabric to the side and seeing she was already glistening, "I do."

Hermione caught his hooded gaze and didn't know it was possible to get more aroused.

"And I will."

It was almost so quiet that she thought she misheard him, but when he buried his mouth and nose into her, she knew she hadn't. Her hips canted and he used the hand that wasn't gripping her thigh to press them down. He was like a man parched, drinking in every bit of her before he had to surface and gasp for breath.

"Merlin, you're divine."

He used his finger to brush her clit and spread her juices, making her jolt.

"Your body is so responsive, Granger. Let's see what makes you come."

She thought that he was absolutely depraved and she loved it. That language from anyone else would have made her cringe, but the timbre of his voice made it sound almost soothing.

You've officially gone mad, Hermione-

All other self-chastising ceased immediately when he put two fingers inside her and curled them, almost as if he was motioning her orgasm to come forward to play. His tongue lapped at her clit at the same pace he moved his fingers and she became utterly lost.

He chanced a look at her face; hair a mess, eyes rolled back and lips parted. She was already squeezing around his digits and he moaned against her.

"Come for me, Granger," he commanded between licks, "Come all over my fucking fingers."

"Malfoy."

Her orgasm rocked into her and her upper body shot up into a sitting position with her arms locked behind her for support; chest heaving as she shook through it and completely entranced by how fast he pounded his hand into her to ride it out.

Never once did his eyes stray from hers. He looked absolutely feral with his pupils blown wide, mouth wet, and cheeks flushed.

Draco removed his fingers and she immediately used one arm to keep supporting her position and the other to grab his wrist and pull his hand to her mouth.

He watched transfixed as she wrapped her lips around the fingers coated in her and sucked them into her mouth.

"Granger," he croaked.

She hummed and pulled them out. "Not divine, but not bad."

He said nothing as she leaned and unfastened his belt and the top button of his trousers with a flick of her fingers.

His eyes widened before arching a brow at her.

"You told me to learn some wandless magic," she reminded him, pulling down the zipper and moving to reach inside.

He lost his self control then. He had planned to see if she'd take him in her mouth, but he needed to have her around him or he felt like he would combust. He blocked her hand and shimmied his slacks and pants down enough to expose himself.

Hermione had figured he would be a little above average when considering his height and build, but she was expecting it to be that big.

"Godric," she murmured.

Draco ripped her knickers on both sides and yanked them out from under her. He placed his hips between hers, leaning to force her to lay flat.

"Hey! I liked those-"

He kissed her slowly, languidly, setting off sparks through his nerve endings. She tasted herself on his lips and she trembled.

"Don't worry, Granger," he coaxed, pressing soft kisses to her cheeks and chin.

He was nudging her entrance and she tensed. "It'll fit."

She whimpered as he slowly slid himself inside. He stretched her in a delicious way and she could feel his strained arms on either side of her shaking with effort. He hadn't moved; he sat within her and rested his forehead to hers.

"Granger-" he cut off as she passed a hand over her stomach and her pelvis glowed.

"Contraceptive charm," she assured him.

It was like the words snapped something inside him and the rest of his already disappearing resolve, vanished.

"Oh bleeding fuck."

He moved his arms under her and grasped her shoulders, bottoming out and pistoning into her at a punishing pace.

"Malfoy!" Her head tipped back and her chest raised; his face was nestled in the crook of her neck, spewing lecherous praise against her skin.

"Such a good girl, taking my cock like this."

"You feel so good wrapped around me."

"I love being buried in your tight little cunt."

"I can't wait to fill you with cum."

That one caused her to make a sound so obscene she hardly recognized her own voice.

He leaned back, surprised, never losing pace. His stamina was completely ridiculous, not that she was complaining. She didn't want anything soft from him; she craved his sharpness, his bite.

"Is that the one for you, Granger? Knowing how I can hardly wait to spend myself inside your warm, wet cunt?"

"Malfoy," she panted, moving one of her hands down to rub at her clit.

"Gods, yes. Touch yourself. Fuck."

His gaze flicked from her face to her hand and she could feel the pulsing of him against her contracting walls.

"More," she mewled, "Say more."

She rubbed herself in hard, fast circles and he faltered slightly.

"Does my debauchery do it for you, princess? Such a good girl, letting me fuck you like this; letting me fill you up and spill inside you. You want my cum, Granger? Want it sliding down your thighs as you walk back to your precious lion's den?"

"Gods."

She was so close; he pushed further.

"You'll go back to them and they'll never know that their precious Golden Girl has my cum between her legs; our mixed juices making you so sticky and thinking about it having beenmewho's done this to you will only make it keep leaking out of you."

"Draco!"

The rush of fluid from her was enough to stutter his rhythm before he rammed himself in and out of her so fast she was sure she'd bruise.

"Fuck. Fuck. Fuck," he punctuated with his thrusts.

"Come in me, Draco."

His hips met hers so hard that she cried out with him as he released.

"Hermione."

The expression of ecstasy on his sharp features was enough to push her through a final small orgasm, milking everything from him.

She welcomed him as he collapsed against her; their sweat mixing and sticking their skin together.

Without realizing, she began running her hands up and down his back; he pressed a kiss to her shoulder.

Draco didn't pull away and out until he softened all the way. She moved to get up and he pressed her hips down.

"What-"

"Fuck, Granger. It's already oozing out."

The whine in his voice made her focus on him and if she hadn't been looking, she wouldn't have seen his cock twitch.

"Oh, no, Malfoy, there's no time for another round right now."

Hermione pushed him away and got up, adjusting her skirt and pulling her hair back to make it seem less of a mess.

Not right now, but another time. He grinned, pulling up his pants and trousers at once and tucking himself away.

"My poor knickers," she muttered, passing him to retrieve them.

He snatched them up before she could reach them.

"Tut, tut, Granger. I believe I promised to have you leaking all the way back to Gryffindor tower."

She watched him, mouth agape, as he stuffed her torn underwear into his front pocket.

"Malfoy-" He cut her off with his lips and mentally cheered as she instantly relaxed into him. When they broke apart he grabbed her chin so she couldn't look away.

"And I keep my promises." It wasn't a threat, but a swear; a warning that this would happen again no matter how hard she tried to stay away, if she tried to stay away.

They finished straightening themselves in comfortable silence. Well, mostly comfortable; the growing stickiness between Hermione's legs was starting to cause some discomfort.

Draco noticed her shifting and smiled. He held out her robes and she slipped into them, then he opened the portrait and motioned for her to step in.

"Thank you."

"Of course. I am a gentleman."

She rolled her eyes. "Right. Of course."

He walked her through the passage and out onto the seventh floor. She faced him to speak and found herself at a loss for words.

"Uh, well, right. Goodnight, Malfoy."

As she turned, he snatched her wrist and pulled her back, smashing a bruising kiss to her lips.

He didn't let her lean too far away and whispered, "Remember, Granger, you walk back to your little lions and sit amongst them with my cum all over your thighs."

She was dazed; she nodded and he let her go.

As she walked down the corridor, he called to her. "And don't forget to let me know when the exam is."

Hermione let out a burst of laughter, shaking her head as she fought hard as she could to keep her head forward; looking back would only make things worse.

Draco watched her round the corner with a foreign, wide smile and then closed the portrait. He was the happiest he'd been in months and felt ridiculously fleeting.

Until he arrived at the wall where the doors to the Room appeared. Dread seeped through the cracks.

Chin up, Draco. You'll keep her- at all costs.

He decided then that he would burn everything for her and pushed open the doors.


Hermione entered the common room to find her friends gathered in front of the fireplace. Harry and Ron were immersed in an intense looking game of Wizard Chess and Ginny was draped over a sofa behind them, making noises at Harry's wrong moves.

Ginny saw her first and sat up, motioning for her to sit.

Hyper aware of the mess between her legs and the now steadily creeping soreness in her pelvic region, she walked carefully and sat down beside the red head.

At her approach, the boys greeted her gruffly, not breaking their attention from the board.

"How was patrol?" Ginny inquired once she settled, "Did you have to report anyone? You're back a bit later than normal."

Harry perked up, taking a quick glance at the clock on the mantle. "Jeez, 'Mione, she's right. What happened?"

She shrugged. "I finished and then went for a stroll. I figured if I got stopped, I would say I was still patrolling because I heard something."

Ron wrinkled his nose. "What did you need to go on a stroll for?"

"Oh, no real reason," she shifted slightly, her thighs sliding, "Just needed to stretch my legs."

"By going on a longer walk than your patrol route?"

Harry sounded skeptical, but as she opened her mouth to retort, Ginny interrupted.

"Leave her alone, you two. She just didn't want to tell us she snuck into the library to read."

Ron snorted. "See? I knew she didn't just 'take a stroll'."

Harry snickered and moved his bishop. Ron countered by moving his rook and taking it.

"Oh come on!"

"That's what you get for laughing," Ginny chided.

"Alright, bedtime for me, you lot. See you at breakfast."

She went to stand and Ginny grabbed her arm, eyes wide.

"Erm, you might want to put your hair down," she advised quietly.

"Wha-"

"Whichever book you were reading had teeth, huh?"

Bollocks.

Hermione yanked the hair tie out and flattened her hair down to cover her neck as inconspicuous as possible.

"Yes, yes it did."

Ginny's lips split into a sly smile and Hermione all but ran up to the girls dorm and into the washroom.

She went about her business, careful to clean the mess she and Malfoy had made.

When she settled herself in bed, hangings closed, her mind drifted to him and she silently cursed.

He'd been right- she thought about how it had been him and how she couldn't wait to do it again; the mess returned.