Chapter 3
Love comes from the heart, lust comes …lower.
– Teresa Mummert
A/N: Do not read if you are under age. Sexually explicit themes ahead. You have been warned!
16 October 1998
"Oh gods, Ginny, I need to get my bag. Go on ahead, I'll be there in five minutes," Hermione said.
She turned around before Ginny had a chance to say anything and walked back to the common room.
"Forgiveness." The current password.
As she entered the foyer area, she heard female moans coming from the kitchen.
The kitchen's door was left ajar.
She peered inside and her eyes widened as she discovered what the couple was doing.
Draco Malfoy was on his knees, between that raven girl's thighs and they both were clearly enjoying it. She was moaning and had her hands in his blonde hair. Her moans seemed out of control and she cried out. Hermione assumed she had just orgasmed.
He got up and said, "Did that satisfy your curiosity?"
"Definitely."
Hermione forgot to move away in time because the girl came to the door and said something about not being too loud and walked off, leaving Hermione dumbfounded.
She went in for the kill.
"That was completely unsanitary! How the hell could you be doing that, with a sixteen-year-old, I may add, in a place we all have to use?"
He looked like he was in a bit of shock.
That quickly dissipated.
"The others won't mind. We all aren't prudes like you are."
Oh, the nerve! She started pacing.
"I am not a prude! Why the hell do you people think that? Don't you idiots know it's the ones who read a lot that have the best imagination?" she said.
There, there she told him.
"It could be because you walk around with a fucking stick up your arse. If you were getting fucked every now and then, you'd relax a bit more," the asshole said.
She stopped pacing. She looked straight into his eyes with fire and conviction.
"Just because I don't shag anything with a cock, yes, I said it, you son of a bitch, doesn't mean I am a prude!" she shouted.
Then his eyes did something that made her falter.
A thoughtfulness crossed his grey eyes, almost like a reflection.
Like he was struck by an idea.
"Prove it," he challenged.
"W-what?" she stammered.
"Prove it. I know for a fact you have no commitments, currently. I have, one would say, a break from mine till next year June, so prove it. Right here, right now," he moved forward, invading her space but still left some space between them.
"How?" she feigned ignorance and was so glad that her voice was calm and strong.
"Use your imagination." The asshole was using her words against her.
She could smell him, and he smelled like sex. Her mind went on holiday. She closed the space between them, stood a bit on her toes and kissed him.
Yes, Hermione Granger had finally snapped. And what a glorious way to lose her sanity.
To say Draco Malfoy was shocked was the understatement of the year. He was goading her, mainly because he was still aroused by what just happened with Tori and secondly because she was irritating the shit out of him with her holier than thou attitude.
He did not expect what she did next and he should have been disgusted but when her lips collided with his, he felt anything but disgust.
As soon as their lips touched, he felt it.
A stirring, a connection, a melding. A second later he was compelled to respond.
He kissed with all his frustration that he felt for her. He cupped her face and plundered his tongue into her mouth.
In, out, in, out.
He was fucking her mouth. She revelled in the feeling. She was becoming so aroused, she felt she could and would explode. Her panties were undeniably soaked, and he had just kissed her. He hadn't even touched any other part of her. But he was getting to that.
He moved his hands to her shoulders and started rubbing her arms, all the while not breaking their sensual kiss. Next, he explored her breasts, over her clothes. He was pleasantly surprised. He halted the snogging and turned her around so that her back was touching his chest. He started kissing her neck while simultaneously untucking her shirt out of her skirt.
She put both her hands flat on the counter and absorbed every feeling he was forcing her to feel. His hands caressed her abdomen and became adventurous as he headed north in a slow, languorous fashion. He reached her breast. He massaged them over her bra. All while sucking the life out of her neck.
She was moaning now.
She started reaching behind her. She could feel his erection. She, in an awkward fashion, massaged the hard, long member that was behind her. Draco had his chance to moan now.
He managed to flap open the cups of her bra so that he could access her breasts. He fingered her nipples and it was erotic as hell because he was only feeling, not seeing.
While playing with her nipples with his right hand, the left ventured south. Granger was wet, and he gave her a gift and massaged that very sensitive nub. She rocked backed against him.
He turned her around, started kissing her, while unbuttoning her school shirt. He threw it to the ground once he was finished with all the buttons. Hmmm, blue and lacy. It was lovely, but it too had to go. And pop, the bra joined the shirt.
Hermione's mind was going at warp speed. She was busy undoing his trousers. She made quick work of it and his boxers. They both ended up pooled by his ankles.
He broke their kiss to remove her panties and skirt. She was naked, and he could not wait to have her.
"On your knees."
What the fuck?
"No," she said simply.
"You had trouble with me being unsanitary on the counters, so get down on your knees so I can fuck you."
"Please," he added.
His conviction and huskiness took her aback. She did as he requested. He grasped her hair and pulled her up and whispered into her ear,
"I'm going to fuck you, hard. Be prepared."
Hermione shivered in anticipation.
He entered her, from behind.
Hmmm, not a virgin.
She was soaked, so it made the act easy and very pleasurable. She may not have been a virgin, but she was still very tight. Draco had to calm himself before he continued.
.
Then he started thrusting, hard and fast.
Oh God! Yes!
For someone with an extensive vocabulary, these were the recurrent words streaming through her mind. Her mind was completely switched off. Her body was her only working mechanism and it was working. Over time!
She had never felt such a sensory overload. It wasn't that he was good or big or whatever stupid things the bints at Hogwarts kept saying about him, it was that he seemed to take great care in her pleasure. It seemed to pleasure him.
Their moans were getting more frequent and the end was building.
With one thrust, Hermione saw stars. Her body was exploding at every nerve end and she collapsed with Draco on top of her.
Their breathing erratic, she managed to ask.
"Did you…?" She tried to look behind her at him.
He smirked.
"I did."
Her voiced seemed to recharge him, he got up, got dressed and said, "I was wrong."
Then he left.
He was wrong about what? She thought to herself while getting dressed, very quickly mind you.
Then the realisation dawned on her, she smiled slyly.
…
"Guilt is perhaps the most painful companion of death"
Coco Chanel
Hermione's sly smile froze in place.
Then she began unravelling.
The guilt barrelled into her. She had just cheated on Ron in a most unholy manner. She had just had sex with Draco Malfoy without any protest. She just acted like a wanton, vile slut!
'What is happening to me, what is happening to me?' she thought over and over again.
Hermione Granger, brightest witch of her age had lost her marbles. She had lost the plot. Now she had lost her morals as well. She allowed him to defile her on the kitchen floor! She did not stop him in any way! What type of respectable witch would succumb to the wiles of a sadistic cockroach? A damn ferret!
'Because it felt so good.' A little, deceitful voice said in her head.
It felt good? It felt good? How the hell does that justify it at all? She had sex with a male specimen that did not even bat an eye, when she was screaming her lungs out, while being tortured by the male in question's aunt, no less. He was still vile to her every single day. He might not openly call her a mudblood but she could see his perception of her in his eyes.
That cruel, cold grey eyes. If possible, the war had made him more unyielding. How could she have allowed him to touch her like that? Her mind could not reconcile what had just happened and what she was thinking right now? Had she stooped so low? That any form of distraction would do? Is this what she would become? Is this why she survived? This cannot be her life. This cannot be all there is.
How was she supposed to go back to Ron with this on her conscious? Make love to him knowing she had the most mind blowing sex with the platinum blonde ferret? Ron would never forgive her. No one would ever forgive her. She did not think she could ever forgive herself. Once she came back down from the high, she felt so disgusted with herself. She felt like she let her late parents down by disgracing herself like this. By letting that man touch her so intimately. She had always associated such intimacy with love.
Love was not at all present today. It was pure, animalistic, primal and utterly unbridled lust. She did not know where it came from. She never felt like this with Ron. It was always a warm built up. With patience, love and respect. They made slow and passionate love. Most of the time their position would be missionary. Not whatever the hell that was today. What the hell was that position today?
It made her feel so exposed and he touched parts in her she did not even know existed. Hermione had completely forgotten who she was, who he was, what she kept seeing in her nightmares, her parents' death, she forgot everything. It worked better than the potions Madam Pomfrey gave her.
Hermione checked herself in the foyer mirror to see if she looked presentable. She had a large love bite in her neck. She went to her bedroom to grab her Gryffindor scarf to cover up the mark. She was already twenty minutes late for breakfast. She did not have time to cast a glamour. It was luckily cold, so the scarf would not be questioned.
…
What the fuck was that?
Draco Malfoy rustled out of the eighth-year common room as quickly as possible. What demon from hell just possessed him now? That could not have been him. He would never have done that with her! He just wanted to annoy her, not shag the non-prude until they nearly died of a heart attack!
He had to admit it was an extremely explosive experience.
Though it made sense. They always had a violent, if not passionate, relationship, for lack of a better word. From his threats in second year, to that painful slap in third year. There had always been fire between the two of them. It is not actually a surprise that the sex was bloody amazing!
He wondered how he could get her in that position again, with a devious smirk on his lips.
…
December 1998
December came in full swing with Christmas to boot. Everyone was going home except Hermione. She just was not in the mood to be festive. To be quite honest she was quite possibly clinically depressed as the muggles would have diagnosed it.
She was completely guilt ridden in addition to her listless way of life, ever since her encounter with that person. She could not find it in her logical mind to find a reason to forgive herself and that was the kicker. She could not find a reason and that did not bode well for her sanity.
Ginny was of course going home despite the absence of Harry and Ron. Hermione's pathetic excuse for remaining behind was that she needed to study. She told the red head that her lack of sleep had heavily affected her academics. She was so convincing, she would have believed herself as well.
"Are you sure you don't want to go home with me? I honestly don't think it would be a good idea for you to be here alone. What if you have another panic attack?"
"I have my potions. Don't worry. Go be with your family."
"They are your family as well, you know. You're not alone."
"Oh Ginny, I know that. I just, just let me have my time. Please."
"Sure honey. But know that we all love you. You are my sister. Always. I just worry. You are not getting better and I feel helpless. Maybe you should go see those head healers?" Ginny enquired.
It was not that she had not thought about it but with the added treachery of sleeping with Malfoy, she really did not want to speak to a stranger about it. Anyway, talking about it, would make it hard for her to ignore the deed and the person during the day.
At night it was another story.
Added to her visits from Bellatrix, she now had dreams about Ron finding out what she did and the look of betrayal on his face was driving her up the wall. So, she tried her best not to sleep as much. To be honest she was wasting away. She could not seem to get a handle on herself.
The last time she felt in control was when she was with him.
Draco Malfoy, though, has been completely ignoring her existence. Not that she cared. That would never happen again.
But he would not look at her or greet her like the others did. He pointedly ignored her. They haven't even spoken about the incident and no matter how messed up Hermione was, she needed to talk about her issues. At least with him, he knew everything. No secrets from him. But no, not an inch.
Heartless, cold bastard.
He has avoided being alone with her and it was really making her feel wretched. In the common room he occupied himself with anyone else. He even speaks normally to Ginny! But he blatantly ignores Hermione, like the damn plague.
Draco Malfoy knew what he was doing. The fact that she has not put the incident to bed, so to speak, would drive her crazy. And that fury, that anger is what he would use to propel her into his bed, well if they get to the bed this time.
He knew how her mind worked, even as messed up as she seemed to be these days. He knew her. Had been studying her for years mainly because she was supposed to be inferior but seemed to prove him wrong in every way. It could be said, he was waiting for her to fuck up. She never did though. It could be seen as an unhealthy obsession with her but to Draco Malfoy it was just a gathering of information, of an enemy, through observation.
So this is why he was confident that what he wanted from her would be within his grasps soon.
On Christmas Eve, the eighth-year common room was deserted. She breathed a sigh of relief. No need to pretend anymore. She went to the kitchen to bring out the firewhiskey she bought earlier in the week. She'd try another approach to her mental problem tonight. She needed to sleep, and she was becoming resistant to the potions. Maybe this could help.
Hermione went for the first, second, third and by the fourth, she felt the buzz.
She felt warm and giddy. Something she had not felt in a while. She revelled in the feeling. Enjoying the leave of her constant anxiety.
"My,my,my is the Gryffindor princess getting knackered?"
Oh, for fucks sake! Why is he here?
"Hello Malfoy. What the fuck are you doing here?"
"Oh, this is too good," he laughed.
"Well, if you must know, which you probably must know, know-it-all that you are, I am not going home because I really do not want to be reminded of the Dark Lord," Draco admitted, though still in an arrogant manner.
"Oh," was all she said.
"Oh indeed."
"So you're talking to me now? Not avoiding me?" she asked him bluntly.
"Whoever gave you that idea?" he feigned ignorance way too well.
"Oh please! You know exactly what I'm talking about, you little ferret!" she said in rush.
"Little?" he asked knowingly.
Hermione blushed.
"That is not what I was referring to."
"But was it little, Granger?" he went on.
"I will not dignify that with an answer."
He laughed loud and hard.
Hermione just stared at him. He never laughed like this before. Well, not in her presence. He was always looking murderous, disgusted or smirking. He actually looked appealing like this.
Woah, okay she was putting a stop to the alcohol if her thoughts were going in that direction.
"Are we alone here?"
"Er, I don't know."
"You must be far gone if you're admitting you don't know something."
"I admit when I don't know something. It's just rare that I'm ever wrong."
"Arrogance is quite attractive on you. "
Alright, that was not flirting? Was it?
"Okay, I'm off to bed, Malfoy. G'nite."
Hermione, in a very ungraceful manner, made her way to her room. As she left the common room, she heard him laugh again. She couldn't help but smile.
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