Chapter 3 - Tuesday night
Draco walked down the corridor after leaving the Potions class. While rubbing his slightly bruised face, he heard whispered voices, and paused. The voices were coming from around the corner. He approached quietly and listened, scowling. Scarface and Weaselbee. They were discussing Granger's condition and intending to jump him as he left.
There wasn't another way out of the dungeons. He had two options. The first was taking them both on. He was good at dueling – the war had proven that. But he didn't know if he was that good. One of them possibly, but two was more difficult. The other option was skiving off Ancient Runes and heading back the other way to the Slytherin common room. It was nearly the end of the day anyway.
Anger returned and made his face hot. The blow to his ego after Pothead called him Granger's bitch made him choose the former option. He'd have to deal with them sooner or later. Better to do it now.
Draco had the element of surprise since neither one of them seemed to have heard him approaching. He could probably take one of them out while he dueled the other. Quietly, he cast a Disillusionment Spell onto himself and a Silencing Charm on his feet. He wouldn't be completely invisible, but if they weren't paying attention, they wouldn't notice his blurry figure approaching until it was too late. He kept to the far wall facing the corner so that they would come into his line of attack.
Simple was usually the best way to go. No time for fancy hexes, no matter how tempting. If it came to physical beatings, he didn't know how he'd fare. They were all relatively tall and muscular from Quidditch. Of course, it would be incredibly satisfying to pound into them after today's hit to his reputation. He was itching for a fight.
The Weasel came into his line of sight first.
"Stupefy!"
Ron fell as Harry sprang into action.
"Expelliarmus!"
"Expelliarmus!"
The wands were knocked out of Draco's and Harry's hands at the same time. They looked down at their fallen wands and then back at each other. Harry's eye twitched. Draco bared his teeth. Neither made a move to retrieve the wands. Their fists clenched and unclenched as they glared menacingly across the corridor at each other. Both had pent up anger.
At the same time, they growled and lunged, collided and fell to the ground. Fists flew and kicks landed, elbows collided resulting in grunts; Harry briefly got Draco in a headlock. Draco broke out of it and scrambled to pin him. They wrestled each other to the ground.
Crack! Draco's nose broke.
Crunch! Harry's rib split.
The two grunted and proceeded to pummel each other as best they could until the punches got weaker, less frequent, and the kicks came less forcefully. Pain and exhaustion took over. They backed up to their respective walls and eyed each other warily.
Draco slid down onto the floor against the wall, arms resting on his bent knees, blood streaming down his face. Harry sat down against the other wall with his legs splayed, the wind knocked out of him. Both tried to catch their breath and eyed each other warily.
"You'll pay for cursing her, Ferret boy. This isn't over," Harry wheezed.
Draco winced at the aching pain in his nose. "I didn't do a damn thing to your Mudblood."
Harry's eyes flashed at the derogatory term and Draco smirked.
"That would be too obvious. I'm not daft, you know. And," Draco gasped in pain as he tried to move, "I get plenty of pussy."
Harry glared at him. Malfoy pressed on; he didn't want to have to worry about them attacking him in the corridors every time he was alone.
"If I wanted to embarrass her like that, I'd have her do it with Crabbe or Goyle. And I'd give her Amortentia, not Lustfarae."
Harry's eyebrows rose. "Is that so?"
"Try turning that one around in her favor. I don't think you could if she was mooning after one of them for a week. At least with me," he smirked, "she's got something to brag about."
Harry scowled and wheezed again, clutching his side. "That's rich, Malfoy. She's scouring herself of your inbred germs, not bragging."
Ignoring him, Draco continued, wincing as pain shot through his leg. "And being a—closet Dominatrix—well, let's just say it's increased her fear factor."
"What." Harry said menacingly, eyeing him.
"Think about it shit-for-brains. If anybody was scared of the Head Girl before, they'll think twice about disobeying her now."
Draco wiped some blood off his face and smiled wickedly at Harry. "Or maybe they'd disobey her on purpose. Who knew she had that in her?" He thought back to her slapping him in third year and chuckled at the memory.
Nice...
The blood wouldn't stop coming out of his nose. He pinched the bridge, looked up at the ceiling, and continued in a slightly nasal voice. "Being a lovesick fool would embarrass her. That's how I would have done it."
Harry clenched his jaw and tentatively tried to bend his legs. "You seem to have thought about this quite a lot."
"Not really, you're just used to Granger doing all the thinking for you. Any amount of brain activity will seem like a lot to you."
Harry ignored the barb. "Then who did it?" Another wheeze. "Parkinson? Zabini? Nott?"
Draco held in a sigh of relief now that Potter saw his logic. He was in the clear.
"Why a Slytherin, Pothead? Doesn't Granger have any other enemies? What would Pansy's motivation be for having the Mudblood queen-" Harry clenched his fists and he smirked again, "-jump the Pureblood king? She's had a thing for me since fifth year. Or any Slytherins, for that matter? The only reason that a Slytherin'd have Granger jump me would be to get back at me for something.
"Huh, now there's a thought…" he looked above Harry's head briefly, thinking. "Even so, choosing Granger doesn't make sense. Better someone so ugly, she could force a hard-on to go soft."
He saw Harry nod grudgingly out of the corner of his eye, trying to get his breathing back to normal.
Malfoy strained to get up and leave. "Now that I have you convinced, kindly explain to the Weasel there so that I don't have to worry about being jumped by his pansy arse."
He winced again as he pulled himself up to a standing position. "Is two on one, how you Gryffindors normally get it on?"
Harry looked down at his bloody hands, breathing heavily. Malfoy had a point. Should he apologize for ambushing him? No, that was too much. But still…
"Hey, Malfoy –" Harry started.
Malfoy cut him off, as he limped down the hall backwards, facing Harry. "Whoever it was, I owe them a bout of thanks. I never would have thought of going after the Mudblood. Her tits are small, but they feel amazing." His hands made a lewd motion, and he winked.
Harry raged and wheezed while trying unsuccessfully to get up. "If you even go near-"
Draco called back after rounding the corner. "Don't forget to wake up your lover!"
Harry got to his feet, still wheezing, and bared his teeth. Fucking prat! He looked over at Ron.
"Ennervate!"
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Hermione was in the library, all the way in the back behind the maze of the Restricted Section where no one usually went, sitting on a stool in the farthest corner from the entrance. She was hiding. She couldn't look anyone in the eye after today's madness.
Madam Pomfrey had just given her a lecture, after apologizing to her profusely for not taking her seriously earlier in the morning (hah!), about Lustfarae and the symptoms. Reading about it in the library hadn't taught her anything new.
It was late evening now, and the antidote would be ready around five o'clock in the evening tomorrow. She sighed; five o'clock just couldn't come soon enough.
She was supposed to let Pomfrey know if she had the urge – as soon as possible - for Malfoy. She was not supposed to wait. How embarrassing. Thinking back, she would much rather have masturbated in the infirmary in front of Madam Pomfrey than tell Malfoy that she needed to get her rocks off with him, and have him smugly oblige her. It's not that he wasn't attractive, she just she didn't want to be involved with him.
She growled in frustration. What a horrible situation this was.
She leaned her head back and closed her eyes. She was excused from all of her classes tomorrow and planned to stay the entire time here, alone. Maybe she'd go out for a run. A long run. It would be worth the pain in her knees. She hoped that Harry and Ron would understand her not wanting to be near them. She couldn't face them, or anyone, who had seen or heard about her romp. The whole school would know by now.
She sighed and returned to reading about Lustfarae on page 742 in the sixth volume of Moste Potente Potions when she noticed that the page was folded at the top. She knitted her eyebrows together. Dog-eared! Flipping through the volume, she noticed that another page was dog-eared. The second potion caused the person to smell like dung. She gasped. The person who cursed her had been using this book!
She paged through the volume more carefully but found no more marked pages. After copying the contents of the two potions to her notebook with a swish of her wand, she put the sixth volume down on the floor, and walked purposefully to get the fifth to see if anything else was dog-eared. For the first time since this morning, she felt back in control.
She was going to catch the miserable bastard who did this.
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Draco glanced at his reflection in the mirror of the loo. Potter had really roughed him up. However, the fight was cathartic and he felt better, despite all the injuries.
"Episkey."
A crunch brought his nose back into shape. He grunted at the pain. At least now he didn't have to worry about being lynched. The next step was to fix his reputation. Taking on both Pothead and Weaselboy had made him feel better, but he didn't want the whole school to think of him as Granger's bitch. Least of all her, even though it turned him on… immensely.
He just didn't want anyone else to know that.
Merlin, she was both sexy and scary in Potions. He'd be wanking to that memory of Potty and the Weasel watching them go at it for a long time. He washed the blood off his face and hands, cast a few healing spells over his more prominent bruises and dried himself with his wand. He looked rugged, rather than his usual polished self. His chin-length hair was tousled. Even though the blood was washed off, there was still some scratching and bruising to be seen. No matter, he'd survived much worse than a schoolyard fight.
One way to reassert himself was to start with Granger. If he came to her and initiated the contact, he would be the one in control. She would beg him, not command him. He would decide what to give her and when, and she wouldn't have any choice but to wait and submit. According to what he knew of Lustfarae, the sooner he sated her lust from the moment it was incited, the less likely she would be to gain that extra physical strength and magical power.
There was a thrill in the potential danger going after Granger entailed which made the whole situation that much more arousing. Maybe having his and his parents' life under threat for two years impaired his judgement. Maybe any physical harm she would do to him paled in comparison to being tortured by the Dark Lord.
His stomach clenched in anticipation as he left the loo to find her. And where would Granger be? He smiled darkly. He'd wait until near closing time for the library. They were more likely to be the only ones there.
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Hermione was sitting on the floor in her far corner of the Restricted Section with all ten volumes of Moste Potente Potions spread out next to her, opened to various dog-eared pages. She had levitated the entire series from the Potions section to this corner so that she could remain isolated. In her notebook, she had copies of thirteen potions, their uses, ingredients, preparation instructions, and antidotes, if applicable. Maybe if she could understand the logic of whoever had cursed her in choosing the potion, she would be able to pinpoint who the perpetrator was.
They had certainly done their research, combing through all ten volumes.
Thorough and hardworking. Ravenclaw, she thought.
Why these thirteen? And why Lustfarae? Why not the other twelve? She studied her notebook. One thing the potions had in common was that they would all cause some degree of embarrassment or mortification. But she knew that would be the case already. Also, they all had known antidotes. So, the perpetrator wasn't completely sadistic.
She turned back to Lustfarae and studied the properties again when she noticed a few new things that made her feel uneasy. The potion was a white liquid and could be administered through the skin. There was only one white liquid that her skin had come into contact with lately.
The hair potion.
She closed her eyes and let out a breath. She had to have taken the potion between yesterday's Potions class, since she didn't find Malfoy attractive then, and this morning's breakfast, when she clearly felt the effects. The hair potion certainly fell into that time frame.
But it wasn't like her!
If Ginny wanted to publicly humiliate her, she'd tell her off and hex her in front of everyone, making sure that Hermione knew just who was doing it and why. That was more Ginny's style. She wasn't devious and backstabbing.
Also, giving it to her as a hair potion would be very irresponsible. What if somebody had touched her head while the potion was sitting for an hour? She wouldn't be the only one affected. What if someone else helped her apply it? Or rinse it out? No, Ginny was more responsible than that.
She thought of Draco being chased down the hall by five bat-shit crazy girls and chuckled despite herself.
And why would Ginny do it? They'd already had it out over Ron. More than once. She cringed at the memories. She knew that Ginny still held a slight resentment towards her but thought she'd mostly gotten over it. At least, it seemed like she had. Ron had moved on and he was with Lavender. He was happy. Seeing Ron's romantic bliss helped Ginny and Hermione's friendship get back on track tremendously.
No, no. It definitely wasn't Ginny. She didn't want to think of her friend in that way.
Perhaps it was Lavender's lip gloss? Could she have mixed the potion in it? But Lavender had also put it on. At least, it looked like she had. Hermione didn't make a point of studying Lavender's grooming habits up close. In any case, the person who carried this out had to be fairly intelligent to do so without getting caught. No, it definitely wasn't Lavender.
What if she ingested it? Then it would have to have been either from the quick meal she picked up at dinner yesterday or at breakfast this morning. But how would someone get it into her food? That would be extremely difficult and require some finesse. She thought some more. No one was with her as she had picked up dinner, but lots of people were at breakfast.
Including the Ravenclaws!
Now they'd be smart enough to pull a stunt like this. And Anthony had slapped her back a little too hard this morning, causing her plate to jostle. She wondered if they were jealous of her academic standing. Ravenclaws had a history of being at the top of the class, and ever since she came to Hogwarts, that position had been taken by a Gryffindor every single year.
The potion was certainly messing with her ability to study. Then again, it was only going to last until the reason for her behavior was identified and she got the antidote. If the Ravenclaws wanted to seriously harm her grades, this wasn't the way to do it. Snape had known right away what she had been given.
When it came down to it, the dog-eared pages showed that the person wanted to humiliate her. Maybe the Ravenclaws didn't want to take the top place from her unfairly, seeing as they could respect her hard work, and only wanted a bit of revenge. She started furiously scribbling her theories in another one of her notebooks, but blaming the Ravenclaws was the weakest theory of the bunch. None of them were really that vindictive.
Or so she thought.
The problem was that the whole thing just reeked of Slytherin. It was cunning; it was devious; it was well thought out; it was exactly what someone of their house would do. And Blaise Zabini came by her table at breakfast that day.
But what would his motivation be? Was he working with someone else from his house? She tapped her quill against her chin in thought. They had only started talking this year from their shared Head duties. As far as she knew, there was no animosity between them. Indeed, he would occasionally flirt with her. Perhaps he didn't like that she hadn't responded to his flirtations? She knew she tended to take charge of the Head duties and treat him as more of a deputy. She knew she could be bossy at times. Was he resentful of that?
And he and Malfoy were friends, weren't they? Why make Malfoy the target? She wrote down Blaise's name, added a question mark, and then stopped and sniffed.
No! Was he…?
She looked up and sniffed again. It was Malfoy's singularly clean and masculine scent.
What a complete and utter prat!
He must know that she was here. How could he take advantage of the situation like this?
Madam Pomfrey had explained to her that he was told to keep away unless she asked for him and to also call a teacher to be present. This whole fiasco was so humiliating. Apparently he didn't care. Weren't Slytherin's supposed to have a sense of self-preservation? As the scene in Potions had proven, she could be quite dangerous.
She felt that familiar tightening between her legs. Maybe she could get away with masturbating and take a sleeping draught until morning. Although Madame Pomfrey thought she would likely wake up in the middle of the night in order to have sex with him.
Well, he wasn't winning this round. She was going to do her best to go into a coma-like sleep until morning. Maybe have Ginny throw a Stunner at her, although the medi-witch had doubts that would work either. Regardless, she needed to get away from him.
She grabbed her notebooks, cast a Silencing Charm on her feet, and quickly got up. She gazed forlornly at the scattered books on the floor. She hated it when people didn't return books to their place. Madam Pince would have to forgive her this once. She crept as quickly and as quietly as she could through the maze of the Restricted Section, turning corners of shelves and books, making for her bag.
"Graaaaaangeeerrrrr," she heard a male voice call.
She instinctively ducked, turned around, and tried to listen. He had probably silenced his feet as well.
Git. What a complete and utter fucking. Git.
She saw her bag with her books, papers and quills spread out on the table at the end of the row of books. Was he waiting for her there? Maybe she could make a run for her things and sprint to the library entrance. But then, she'd be in full view. He would be expecting that and would follow her out, trying to catch her before she got back to Gryffindor Tower.
She could use the Summoning Charm on her bag. Could she summon everything else on the table all at once? If so, she could leave the library undetected by taking a convoluted path towards the exit and by staying behind the stacks against the wall. Hopefully, he wouldn't even notice when she had left. She'd be safe back in Gryffindor Tower by then, and he'd still be looking for her here. Yes, that was probably the best course of action.
She inhaled. Mmmmm, she could still smell him, and she loved it. She shuddered and began to feel hot between her legs.
"Accio bag!" Her satchel flew down the row of shelves to her with a whoosh. She looked at the books, papers, quill, and ink spread out on the table. She took a deep breath, and concentrated on all of the objects. Slowly, she exhaled and swished her wand.
"Accio study supplies!" Delightedly, she watched as all the contents of her table flew towards her and landed in her bag, which she held open.
She shoved her notebook inside, threw her bag over her shoulder, turned around, and began to work her way towards the back wall of the library between the rows and stacks of books. She turned right and retraced her steps back towards the corner where she had been sitting before.
"Graaaaaangeeeerrrrr…"
She stopped in her tracks, heart thudding loudly in her chest with anticipation. Where was he? She could smell him everywhere, but it didn't help her locate him. He must have charmed his voice so that she couldn't pinpoint where he was. And, dammit, if the anticipation of this chase of his wasn't turning her on even more.
"That was quite impressive magic for a Mudblood," he purred behind her. She whipped around and pointed her wand at… nothing. It had sounded like his voice had come from right behind her. Dammit! He knew where she was if he could do that. The Summoning Charm must have given her away.
Her stomach clenched in nervous excitement. She had make a run for it. Giving up all pretenses, she bolted towards the exit of the stacks in an effort to get to the library entrance in the shortest possible distance. After rounding a corner, she slammed into his hard, warm body.
Malfoy's hands were on her shoulders and he steadied her to keep her from falling backwards to the ground. Her arms burned where he touched her. Slowly, she looked up from his chest to his face, following the lines of his tie to his throat, jaw, cheekbones and eyes. He was too close. Way too close! She gazed up into his grey eyes, and visibly shuddered as he smirked down at her.
"Fancy meeting you here, Granger. Why hurry off?"
He leaned in towards her, as she backed up and shrugged his hands off her arms. "Why aren't you staying away, Malfoy? They told you –"
"And since when do I do as I'm told?" His voice became husky. "Unless you tell me what to do."
She flushed at the memory of slapping his face and ordering him to make her come before he did. She still couldn't believe she had done that. And just a few hours ago! With growing trepidation she realized he was backing her into the very corner that she was sitting in earlier with the Potions books.
Could she talk her way out of this one? She steadied her voice.
"Look Malfoy, we will just forget about…" she motioned between herself and his slowly approaching body. "…this. I can go… take care of things." He quirked an eyebrow in amusement. "I'll drink a sleeping draught, knock myself out until five o'clock tomorrow afternoon when the antidote is ready," she didn't know if that would be effective enough but she could try. "And in return, I'll… do your homework." Her eyes widened at the perfect bargaining chip. "I'll do that Ancient Runes project for you! You were confused by Gaussius anyway - isn't there something else that you want? Something besides…" To her complete and utter shame, she squeaked out the next word. "…sex?"
She couldn't keep the desperation out of her voice. Draco was in his glory. This was exactly how he wanted her. Pleading with him.
"Hmm…" he considered, tilting his head and looking down at her with a playful smile, still backing her into the corner. "Homework…"
Bollocks! He was toying with her.
He leered at her. "I could watch you… take care of things." Smiling lasciviously, he cast a Silencing Charm around them. "That might be a sufficient exchange."
Her felt her temperature rise at the thought of him watching her masturbate. She backed away from him and he kept walking forward, sauntering at a leisurely pace as if he had all the time in the world. He kept the distance between them close, their chests almost touching, but not quite.
"That's even worse," she whispered.
His lips curled suggestively in answer. "I'd do it for you much better than you could."
She gasped audibly and didn't doubt that was true. Some wetness escaped into her knickers at the memory of him touching her down there in the potions classroom. She stumbled over the pile of potion books left on the floor. The back of her legs hit the stool in the corner, and she was forced to sit on it. He leaned down over her, his face almost touching hers with an arm on either side of her head, encasing her. His hot breath caressed her throat and mouth. She clutched her satchel to her body, hoping it would offer some protection from him, and nervously stared up at him. She was cornered, literally and figuratively.
Slowly, she let out a breath and held her head up, pulling together what was left of her composure. "Fine, Malfoy. You win. Let's get it over with. We'll find an abandoned classroom, lock the door, and just finish quickly."
He chuckled and shook his head slightly.
Merlin! He was sexier than anybody had a right to be.
His eyes stared down at her with both lust and amusement. "Oh no, that's not what I consider a win." His gaze turned predatory. "This time we're doing it my way."
He leaned down even further, as if to kiss her. His lips were so close to hers that she could feel them lightly grazing her mouth. She tingled all over. What was he doing? She was already turned on; they needed to have sex or at least get her off. He didn't have to continue teasing her; surely he must know that. Madam Pomfrey assured her that she would brief him as well. He was taking a huge risk coming to her by himself. She had recommended that a Professor be on stand-by if they were to have relations in case she became too violent.
Her breath hitched as the hot air from his mouth tickled her jaw.
His voice lowered, and he spoke with his lips barely touching hers. "I guarantee you'll like it."
"Stop it," she whispered. She closed her eyes, and turned her face to the side.
His lips spread into a grin as he stared at the line from her jaw down to her exposed neck and heaving chest. She was beginning to sweat.
"I want to taste you again."
He slowly ran his lips along her jaw line, opening them slightly and darting his tongue out to graze her skin. She shivered, and rubbed her thighs together. His grin widening, he lowered his right arm and placed his hand on her left knee, gentle but firm. She turned to him, dropped her bag unceremoniously to the floor, and tried to shove off his hand with both of hers. His grip tightened on her knee and she winced.
"I don't want you to touch me like that. I just want to get this over with. I'll be a quick and easy lay, okay?"
He raised his eyebrows. "Where's the fun in that?" His left hand came down to her waist, gently tugging her blouse out from the band of her skirt. She could feel his fingers probing her flesh.
"What are you –" Panicked, she brought one hand up to his on her waist and tried to push it down. "– we don't have to be undressed!"
She succeeded in pushing the hand on her waist downward, but the hand on her knee steadily inched slowly up her thigh and under her skirt. He was kneading her flesh with his forefingers and tracing patterns with his thumb. Her left hand wasn't nearly strong enough to keep his right hand at bay.
"I want to see you," he said with darkened eyes.
She breathed in his scent again. He was too close to her! Her nipples hardened; her thighs tingled. Everywhere his hand touched sent a jolt straight to her groin. The left hand that she had succeeded in pushing downwards was now groping her arse, eliciting a whimper from her.
She squirmed and briefly released her grip on his left hand. Draco's breathing sped up and he gave a quick tug on her blouse before she could react. His hand snaked up the side of her shirt and started to probe its way up her ribcage. She felt as if she were on fire. She tried to pull his hand down with hers, but she wasn't strong enough to do it while keeping her other hand on her thigh. His fingers crept upwards and pulled the cup of her bra down. Her heart rate increased and she felt out of control. It was too much!
"Stop it," she pleaded. "I don't like it."
"Yes –" His thumb swiped the underside of her bared breast and she gasped. "– you do."
"No, I –" She knew it was futile to lie. "I don't like you doing it to me. You're a … I just don't like you," she spat out.
She felt his hand creep even closer to the hot pulsing center between her legs. She inhaled sharply.
"I know." He bared his teeth at her in a wicked grin. "That's what makes this so much fun."
She didn't quite hate him before, but she was getting pretty close to it now. Her anger mingled with her desire and she was determined to not let him win. Whatever "winning" was at this point. She moved her hand from her upper thigh and clamped it down between her legs. Draco glanced down and raised an eyebrow.
Undeterred, he moved his right hand up and stroked the creases between her fingers, as if it was her clit. Her eyes widened at the blatant insinuation and some of her wetness seeped between her knickers and fingers. His fingers probed the creases as if seeking entrance and felt the moisture.
His cock twitched. She was ready.
Breathing more heavily, he pulled his hand back. Hermione shivered as his eyes pierced hers. Slowly, deliberately, he licked her juices off his fingertips.
"Fuck," she dazedly whispered.
His fingers caressed her bared breast underneath her blouse, and she involuntarily arched towards him and groaned. Draco's already prominent erection was straining through his trousers, but he needed to hear her beg before he took her. He needed to be in control this time. He needed to decide what she would feel, when she would come.
"No, unnngh! I –" she gasped as she felt his two fingers pinch her nipple.
Oh! It was exquisite pain. She tried to pull his left hand down with her right and bucked her hips on the stool. He watched her reactions, and she shut her eyes and turned her head to the side; she couldn't take the heat of his eyes on her.
His fingers slowly increased the pressure on her nipple and he twisted it so slowly, back and forth, back and forth, increasing and decreasing the pressure. The pace of her breathing increased and her body flushed with heat. His right hand was groping her inner thigh, between her legs, stroking and kneading, pressing between the creases of her fingers as she struggled to keep her hand clamped in place, stroking her up and down.
"Stop it," she moaned, as he stared at her, "stop it…"
She was hot between her legs, and she wanted friction. She desperately wanted him to touch her down there, touch her everywhere, but she couldn't let him.
"Hermione," he growled. Her eyes fluttered open at the sound of her first name on his lips.
"Look at me." She shivered at the sound of need in his voice.
"Please, stop," she pleaded again.
The pressure on her nipple increased unbearably. "Ow… " she groaned.
The pressure increased; she pulled on his left hand with her right, but she couldn't pull his hand off of her breast.
"Owwwww…." she groaned. His smile widened.
The pressure on her nipple intensified. She bit her lip and his mouth opened slightly as he watched her experience both pleasure and agony. She began to writhe on the stool.
Almost there, he thought.
"Owwww… stopitstopitstopit - Draco, please stop it! Please!" she whimpered, moaning again.
He increased the pressure even further; she let out a scream of frustration, and giving in, she brought her second hand up and pried his fingers off her nipple. Her sigh of relief turned into a choked gasp as his fingers slid underneath the fabric of her knickers to rub the nub of her clitoris.
A wave of heat encompassed her entire body. She threw her head back and pushed her pelvis forward while gripping his shoulders.
"Merlin!" she gasped. She was hot, she was wet, and she wanted him inside her. Now.
His constrained erection was hurting him as he watched her writhe on the stool. One hand of his was massaging her breast and twisting the nipple he had just punished; the other was rubbing circles around her clit. She was on the brink, but he wasn't giving it to her. Not yet.
"Open your eyes, Hermione," he growled again. He needed to have her watching him. Needed to see her react to him.
She opened her lust-filled eyes and gazed at him, moaning as a shudder passed through her. His finger kept circling her clit, and she tried to move her pelvis so that it would graze the nub, but he always kept his thumb just out of reach. She groaned in frustration.
"More… there… come on!" she panted.
He chuckled, loving every minute. "You'll have to ask nicely. I still remember how your prissy little mouth bossed me around last time."
"More, please… Draco?" she pleaded softly and moaned again as his finger continued to circle her nub.
"I didn't hear you," he said in a low voice.
Hermione whimpered in frustration, beyond caring about her pride. "Please Draco, I need you to touch me… there! Now!… right there! Please! Pleeeeease!"
Rather than give her what she'd asked for, he switched to circling her nub with his thumb and inserted a finger into her core. She gasped and bucked her hips. He groaned at the feel of the hot, tight walls inside of her. His fingers felt for the hardened area of her G-spot and began to apply pressure there, as he brought his finger in and out, curling it upwards so that it would roughly stroke that sensitive area.
She latched onto his shoulders and thrust her body towards him. "Oh, Merliiiiiiin!" she whined as she fisted his clothes.
Hermione didn't think that she could get any more wound up, but the application of pressure to her inside wall, while still denying her clit contact with his thumb was driving her mad. Draco slowed the pace of his stroking down. She screamed in frustration again and writhed on the stool.
"No, please, Draco! Do it faster!" She was half shouting, half sobbing, fucking herself on his fingers.
Draco picked up the pace again.
"Oh yes! More! Please, Draco! Just like that!" She dug her fingers into his arms, clenched his shirt, and thrashed her head back and forth alternately letting out more moans and shouts with the intensity of his stroking. He stared at her, fascinated.
He inserted another finger and began to stroke her G-spot with both.
"Yes! More! Draco! Please! I can't…unnnggghhh… I need… More!" She writhed on the stool, completely drenched in sweat, eyes hooded and full of lust, pleading for him. Her pelvis pushed forward, legs spread as wide as they could go, well beyond any sense of shame. Completely and utterly at his mercy.
Draco was thoroughly enjoying her sexual frustration. And yet he still didn't want her to come. Having her in his control, begging him to get her off was too much of a euphoria to let go of so quickly. He couldn't stop, even to take her himself.
Hermione Granger at his mercy, begging him for release, was enthralling.
His iron gaze remained unwavering as she bit her lip, staring up at him with pleading eyes.
He leaned in and growled in her ear. "Tell me who is in control."
She didn't care anymore. "You are!" she sobbed. "You are! Just… please! Draco!"
Enjoying her reactions, he gave her a wicked grin. His circling slowed down, as did his stroking of her G-spot. She shook her head, half sobbing.
"No, no! Please don't slow down! I need more!" He kept up the slow, agonizing pace, and she bucked forward. Her body was screaming for release; she was screaming for release. She gripped his shoulders again, trying to bring him closer, and she thrust her pelvis forward towards him, trying anything to relieve the tension that she was feeling. She would have touched herself, far beyond the mortification of doing it in front of him, but she knew that it had to be him who got her off.
"I need more!" she sobbed.
Suddenly, her bucking and shuddering stopped and her voice lowered an octave.
"I need more."
A jolt of fear shot through him and he briefly regretted coming to her without notifying someone else. Draco's head snapped up in attention to see her eyes blazing at him.
Shit!
Hermione, no longer sobbing and out of control, grabbed his hair and pushed his head down to her core.
"Make me come. Now!" she ordered as she rested her legs on his shoulders and trapped him in place.
He fucked up. He should have made her come then. He should have told Blaise to back him up. Could've, should've, would've… He pulled her knickers to the side and proceeded to lick her clit while finger-fucking her.
A shudder went through her body and her heels dug into his back. "Yes, yes! Just like that! Keep going! Keep going!"
As he felt her get close, he pinched her nub and rubbed it between his fingers.
"Unngh! Yeeesssssss!" she yelled.
Hermione screamed. She pinned his head between her legs with one hand and clutched his shirt with the other. Pulling hard, she ripped holes where her nails were, and fisted his hair painfully. Gripping him tightly with her hands and legs, she held on as spasm after spasm rocked through her. He continued licking her clit and fingering her as she shuddered and convulsed around his face, neck and shoulders. He felt her contractions around his fingers and groaned with the pleasure of feeling her come. She continued to rock back and forth, riding out the last of her orgasms until she felt no more.
After a few deep breaths, she released him from the hold of her legs. He made to stand up but she smacked his face to the side violently and he caught himself on the stacks so as not to fall on the floor.
"Enough!"
His eyes widened in terror. She hadn't returned to normal after coming?
She stood up from the stool as he warily backed up in the aisle, erection still prominent in his trousers. She was much smaller than him, but he knew better. She slowly approached him, shirt half unbuttoned and untucked, her skirt hiked up to one side, exposing part of her inner leg. He could see some of her juices and his saliva still glistening there on her thigh. One breast was out of her bra, uncovered, the nipple swollen from his pinching. Her eyes blazed at him in lust and anger.
Her petite form lunged at his much larger one, tackled him to the floor, and straddled him. He didn't even try to struggle, as he didn't want to make her more upset than she already was. Hermione reached underneath her skirt and tugged until her knickers ripped off her body and flew across the floor. He immediately grabbed them and stuffed them in his pocket while she worked on his belt. It certainly wasn't every day one got to fuck Hermione Granger and he was taking a souvenir.
She attacked his belt and whipped it off. He blanched at the thought of what she might do with it, but she was more intent on her release and left the belt discarded on the side. With one strong tug, she pulled his trousers down to mid thigh and then inserted her hands into the opening of his boxers to rip them apart, and released his member.
Not wasting any more time, she positioned herself on top and sank onto him. Draco choked a gasp at the sudden wet warmth encasing him. Her back arched and she groaned.
After taking a few seconds to catch her breath, she rocked back and forth, riding his erection. He brought up his other hand to cup her bottom, matching her pace as she slid back and forth on his length. He started giving her butt the occasional smack, egging her on.
"Yesss," she hissed.
She rode him harder. "I want you deeper… deeper!" she commanded him.
He grabbed her arms, pulled himself up and growled down at her. "Get on your hands and knees, Granger. I'll fuck you so deep you won't be able to walk."
She pushed him back down, and he winced, hitting his head on the floor. She let out a throaty laugh, smacked his face to the side, and grabbed his chin with her hand, forcing him to look at her. His cock twitched inside her and she smacked him again.
"Behave!" she said with small smile. "You don't get to be on top, and you don't get to do me from behind. Sit against the shelves!" She backslapped him, and his face stung. He glared back at her, but didn't say anything.
Draco pushed himself up on his hands and brought them back far enough, so that he was sitting against the wall. Hermione placed her feet on the wall on either side of him, bending her knees, as she gripped the sides of his arse to pull herself in closer. She slid back and forth using her legs to push herself out and her arms to pull herself in.
She felt phenomenal, but his rear was going to be very bruised and scratched by the time this was over, in addition to the bruises and aches that he already had from his fight with Potter. He hoped that would be all that would be bruised. Suddenly, she gripped his bum tightly and pulled herself in as far as she would go. She cried out, and he shuddered as a wave of pleasure surged through him.
He grabbed her arse and slid her back and forth, trying to get deeper inside of her. "Yes!" she cried out. "Faster!" she moaned, as he was close to coming.
His head flew to the side as she smacked him again. "Faster!" Another smack. "Faster!" Good Merlin! Between her smacking him and him plunging into her heat, he was going to come. He tried to slow the pace down, but she wouldn't let him.
"Hermione," he grunted. "You have to slow down, I-"
"Faster!"
Smack!
He tried thinking of Snape naked, McGonagall naked, Crabbe naked, Millicent Bulstrode naked. Desperate enough, he thought of the Weasel naked.
It didn't help.
"Hermione, wait! I'm…ungghhh!" He bucked as he came inside her and his hips lifted her off the ground. She smacked him, forced him down again, and continued to thrust herself on him, grabbing his bum as she did so. The last of his seed pumped into her and he let out a yell. He grabbed her rear to try to stop her, but she kept riding him.
He squeezed his eyes shut and tried to get her off him, but she had him pinned down.
"No! Wait!" His body spasmed again and he gasped. His cock was too sensitive and the pleasure he felt earlier started to transform into pain. "I can't-"
He bucked, trying to get her off, but she was too strong. She smiled sinfully down at him and kept sliding on his length, impaling herself and groaning. She smacked him again.
"It's too much!"
She moaned and slid back and forth, riding his spent, oversensitive and now painful member as hard as she could. "Hermione, stop it! It hurts!"
Smack!
She wouldn't stop, and his head swirled as his vision began to go black. She smacked him again.
She laughed. "Pay attention!"
"Please… I can't…"
His pained pleas to stop only made her orgasm stronger. She wailed as she came and her body contracted around him. She clutched at him, threw her head back, and laughed as wave after wave of pleasure coursed through her. Her orgasm blasted through her body while his pleas fell silent. He had passed out.
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Hermione was sitting on the floor next to Draco. She looked down at him, slouched against the wall and unconscious. She was awful. She was horrible. Yes, he was horrible too, but what she did was ten times worse. She knew that it wasn't entirely her, that it was the effects of the Lustfarae. She knew that he brought it on himself by not staying away from her in the first place, and then holding her back from orgasm for so long.
But she still felt bad. Deep down, she knew that part of her wanted to do this to him, and she enjoyed it. She read that the Lustfarae potion didn't create something new, but pulled from what already existed in her psyche. Part of her wanted to dominate and punish his Pureblood arse for past prejudices and general shitty behavior towards her when they were younger. Just like part of her wanted to stun Snape for being such a hellish teacher to her.
He looked so pitiful, and his face was mildly contorted in discomfort while he slept. Feeling suddenly overwhelmed with guilt, she leaned closely over him and healed the bruises she gave him on his face. As best as she could do without looking, she performed a gentle scouring spell between his legs. She couldn't help it, and looked at his now clean penis lying flaccidly over his thigh, in a nest of blond curls. With rising trepidation, she noticed another bruise and a nasty scrape down his leg. Did she do that? She didn't remember. With a growing dread, she tugged his trousers down even more to expose a new set of bruises, scrapes and cuts.
She gasped in horror. What in Godric's name did she do to him? She didn't even remember touching him in half the places he was bruised on his legs, and she certainly didn't remember cutting him! Did the potion cause her to black out? Madam Pomfrey gave no indication that it would!
Putting her wartime training to good use, she methodically removed his clothing, and examined each limb: healing, soothing, cleaning. When she was sure she had finished, she pressed her wand into his abdominal muscles and performed a muscle relaxant charm that disseminated throughout his body. She could see the effects immediately on his naked limbs and sleeping face and felt somewhat better.
Being in healer mode removed all the sexuality from his complete nakedness, but she didn't know how long that would last given the effects of the potion. Looking down at his torn and discarded clothing, she quickly repaired the items and dressed him. She looked down at herself. Her shirt was ripped and a few buttons were missing. She repaired it with a swish. Turning around, she realized she had no idea where she had flung her underwear. She smoothed out her shirt, buttoned all the buttons, and tied her hair back into a ponytail to try to hide her sex-tousled hair. She summoned her bag and stared down at Malfoy.
Prat that he was, she still couldn't leave him here like this. But she didn't want to have to deal with him right now either. She might want to have another go at him. And then what? Backing to the farthest area of the section from where she could still see him, she revived him with a swish of her wand. She waited until she saw him stir, and then made a mad dash towards the library exit.
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When Draco woke up, the first thing he felt was an incredible soreness between his legs. He tried to get up and gasped.
"Aah!"
He clutched himself between his legs. Between fucking Granger and the fight with Potter, his body was in real pain. It was his own damn fault of course; he pushed her too far. He lay there on the library floor in the fetal position. After a few minutes, the sudden pain began to subside. Gingerly, he unfurled himself and stood up, surprised that the only pain he had came from between his legs.
Looking down incredulously, he rotated his shoulders. He realized that not only did she repair his clothes and dress him, but she had completely healed all his bruises from the fight - and did a damn good job of it, too. With a start, he understood that she must feel bad about what happened. She was under the mistaken impression that she caused all those injuries instead of Potter.
Well this was an interesting development. She must feel terribly. People with guilt could be manipulated so easily and he had until five o'clock in the afternoon tomorrow to have another go at her. Aside from the bit at the end, this was by far the most amazing sex he'd ever had!
Images flashed of her with her arms clutching his, legs spread, breast exposed, sweat dripping down her body, her wet, swollen pussy, and her sobbing for him to grant her release.
His cock twitched at the thought.
"Ow!"
He clutched himself again.
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Hermione ran up the stairs to the girls' dorms in Gryffindor Tower, ignoring her friends calling after her and rushed to her room. She just needed to sleep. She added five drops of the Sleeping Draught to a glass of water, as Madam Pomfrey had instructed and drank the glass. She placed the bottle inside her drawer and closed it before whipping the drawer open again.
How could she be so stupid!
She feverishly read the contraceptive pamphlet looking over the various charms. Most were simple and performed before the act. There was one, which was a bit more complicated and could be performed up to several hours after relations. She breathed a sigh of relief. It hadn't been more than an hour or so since she had… well… violently raped him.
She gulped. Still seeing the large bruises on his ribs and abdomen. She was terrified that she couldn't remember what she did to him, and didn't know how to apologize or how to make it right. Is that what the potion brought out of her? Had she always wanted to hurt him that much?
Hermione practiced the charm to make sure she got the pronunciation and wand movements right before then casting it onto herself. She lay down on her pillow, closed her eyes to trap her forming tears in, and drifted off into what she hoped would be an uneventful and dreamless sleep.
Chapter end notes:
So... who do you guys think it is now?
Sometimes, I can't tell how obvious I'm being and it's interesting to see who people think it is as the story progresses.
Hope you're all enjoying this!