OPPURTUNITY
It had been three days since the last congregation of the society, three torturous days of wondering and waiting, for that little piece of black silk to miraculously appear on their owl's foot. Three days of boring lectures, of quills and parchments and the melancholy of Hogwarts. It had become a most dreary place without Dumbledore and the forces that awaited them on the outside seemed too far away for the meantime. The Silk Society was a lifeline for the few individuals who had known its secret.
It had been Harry who had been sitting sullenly in the back of the library thinking these thoughts as he reminisced about the events of the last congregation. He had been watching the performance calmly from the shadows like the rest of them, but he had noticed something different about the way in which it had taken place, it usually didn't take as long as it did for the master to signal the other members to join them, and the master of the evening would usually remain behind to take part in the event. Harry sat pondering why Draco had behaved as he did…
Harry's thoughts were interrupted then when Hermione slammed her books down onto the table in front of him, her refined face now crumpled into a look of disgust. 'What's the problem Hermione?' Harry asked as he scooted his seat over to wrap his arm around her. He gently brushed aside the thick lock of hair which had planted itself across her face; he clasped her chin gently to turn her face to him when she jerked it away quickly.
'Harry I'm fine, I don't need you to worry.' Her tone was short, abrupt and slightly acidic. He was taken aback by her tone, as things had seemed to be perfect between them in recent times, or was he mistaken? He leaned back in his seat and watched her as she fumbled through her notes, half expecting her to lash out at him.
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Hermione had been going about her day normally and had tried to keep her mind off the events of the other evening; it was difficult to maintain her guise when every evening since then, Draco had been inconspicuously flashing meaningful glances in her direction at dinner and forcing her to relive every painfully sweet moment of their performance. His piercing grey eyes, stood out amongst the crowd of Hogwarts students and his strong red lips seemed to be calling to her. It became more and more difficult for her to avoid him, as he would pop up everywhere she turned. It was no surprise though, to her that he would be lingering near the library that day, waiting for her arrival. The Christmas break was bringing with it a chilly disposition and though she was completely clothed, the moment their eyes met, she felt naked, heated and the thrum of pleasure was ignited within her once more. He had opened his mouth to speak but she brushed past him and hurriedly made her way into the library.
She sat beside Harry now, and she would try to maintain some sort of calm, it had only been a half hour or so, when three owls swiftly swooped into the library. The third had gone to another part of the library and she knew instantly that Draco was there with them, watching her every move. She saw a glimpse of the black silk attached to the foot of all three owls and knew it had been Draco who had sent them.
Tonight would be Harry's turn to choose a partner, for the evening's performance. Hermione couldn't help but be disturbed by his apparent excitement at the coming event. She watched him morosely as he animatedly chattered about his ideas for the evening, he was going to choose the newcomer, Jane as his muse, and then he would invite her boyfriend Liam to join them… he just continued completely unaware at the turmoil beneath the surface of her calm façade.
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It was now 10:30pm and Hermione paced anxiously back and forth in her silken robe, she would not allow herself to be consumed by the luxurious softness of his skin, or the taste of his lips… she refused to drown in the abyss that were his eyes. She shook her head clear, every touch, every moist and feverish stroke, every breath of sweet languid air swarmed her mind, and the pleasure she remembered almost brought tears to her eyes. She never wanted her alien feelings for him to be revealed, it had taken years to hide the pain of the constant taunting and bickering. He didn't deserve her; she was far too good for the foul, loathsome, evil, little…sex god! Hermione almost fell down the girl's dormitory stairs at this thought. She refused to allow him to control her.
She picked up her mask and moved silently down the stairs and out the common room; she would meet Harry with the rest of the Society upon his arrival at the secret chamber. She kept a steady pace, and kept to the shadows, never making a sound. It didn't take her very long to find the passageway leading to the chamber. She entered the room and several masked people were already in the chamber, their eyes turning to her. She could see the greed in all of them, and thanked whatever higher power there was that she had finally grown into her beauty. It astounded her that there were more people in the room then the last time, two more in fact. Both were female, and looked a little more anxious then the rest. She bowed as she entered and the crowd did the same. She found her place amongst the others and waited for the master's arrival. She looked amongst the ranks and was displeased to find Draco leaning casually against the wall opposite her, his robe loosely tied, his broad chest exposed. She turned her attention away from his gaze quickly as Harry entered the room…
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Harry strolled over to his chosen one, and whispered the chosen words, 'Atra Bombyx…' Jane accepted and they made their way to the bed that had appeared again at the magic words. Hermione didn't mind that Harry had not chosen her, it was part of the game, she knew that beyond the confines of this room, they were together and this was just some fun. She watched as he untied her robe and commanded her to kneel, Jane was a small girl, she was no taller then his chin in height and had delicate features, and she was tanned and had dark flowing hair. Like everyone in the room, she was beautiful. Harry tilted his head back in pleasure, the corners of his mouth lifting to form a hungry little grin. Hermione watched as he tousled her hair and pushed his manhood further into her mouth, the sound of the sucking made her take a discreet glance over at Draco. She couldn't help her reaction to realize that he was no longer standing across the room but standing behind her, his rock hard erection poking her leg as he leaned in to her ear. 'Enjoying the show?' his voice was velvet, only loud enough for her to hear, it sent a shiver down her spine and she allowed a small nod. 'Perhaps it would be far more interesting if I took you away right now, and fucked you in that corner over there…' he twitched his head ever so slightly towards the far back corner of the room, which was completely bathed in darkness. Hermione felt the hairs all over her body stand on end as she contemplated the idea. In that same instant she felt him slide his hand into hers, and pulled it gently towards his member, her breath caught in her throat as he wrapped her fingers around his smooth, throbbing shaft. For and instant she could see his eyes close and open glazed over with a musky haze, he squeezed her hand tighter around him now, moving her hand slowly up and down. Hermione could feel her lips becoming wet, and the slight movement of robe against robe forced her nipples to stand on end.
Hermione could see that Harry was now signaling for Liam to join them on the bed, Draco took the opportunity to pull her into him, he captured her mouth and with little effort carried her silently to the corner of the room, and no one had noticed this interaction, though Hermione had put up very little fight. Draco pushed her against the wall still eagerly licking her lips and sucking on her neck, she dared not make a sound, as anyone could have turned around and noticed the two fornicating away from the rest of the crowd. Hermione could feel the heat building in her core and couldn't resist matching his every move; she searched his mouth with her own, and dragged her body against his. He didn't bother taking off her robe and decided instead to pull the front apart to reveal her waiting breasts, they were so soft and Draco planted his face between them sucking and licking and massaging them with excitement. Hermione cooed softly, her breathing quickening as he propped her up against the wall and threw her legs onto his shoulders.
Draco became frenzied as her juices dripped all over his mouth and down his neck. She was being thrust into the wall; she struggled to maintain her balance as his tongue went wild around the folds of her threshold. Her arms were raised above her head as she grappled with the wall behind her. She shut her eyes and bit her lip to prevent herself from screaming. Draco looked up in the darkness and could see the rise and fall of her large breasts with every heavy breath. He smiled as she thrust her hips to meet his mouth. Her robe was still tied around her waist, but hung loosely off her shoulders and had been pushed aside from the waist down. It turned him on to see her so lost in their motions, he lifted her off his shoulders, she focused her eyes on him, panting heavily, her chestnut brown eyes meeting his steely grey, behind velvet masks. He swept aside his robe to reveal his pale flesh, his member standing ready as a bead of fluid slipped slowly out of the tip. Hermione gasped as he swung her up and thrust deep inside her, his grip on her waist never faltering as he arched forward as the heat of her core melted into him.
With so much frenzied activity in the centre of the room no one noticed the two people in the far corner, pale flesh flushed against even paler flesh, their breathing heavy but silent in comparison to the noisy orgy that was taking place. Her skin was burning, her thighs aching from the force, but the feeling of his long, hard member sliding in and out of her, drew her closer to complete satisfaction. 'Say my name!' he whispered panting into her ear. He dropped her feet back onto the ground and turned her around, his lips finding the hollow of her neck, he cradled her heavy breasts with both hands and thrust deeper and deeper as her soft lips, dripping with her juices, wrapped around his shaft with every stroke. Releasing one of her breasts her lifted one of her legs instead and penetrated her completely. 'Draco…' she panted out. With her soft confession he pulled out completely and shot straight back in to feel her erupt into a powerful climax. The waves of precious ecstasy forced him to find his own release; he pulled out quickly and released his heated fluids on the smoothness of her behind, gently rubbing the now sensitive tip along the spilled fluids dripping off of her.
Hermione leaned heavily against the wall, the rush of the exchange between them, catching her off guard. She felt him hovering behind her and turned to face him. His eyes were unreadable and she hoped hers were too. She tugged at her robe and fumbled to bring it around herself once more. 'I have to- g' he cut her off. He didn't want to hear that she had to leave, he placed a gentle kiss upon her lips and released her, and she felt her breath catch again slightly and ran for the door. He stood still, his body exposed and watched as she made her way to the door. He felt the anger rise within himself. He tore off his robe and walked quickly to the seething mass of bodies, he was instantly pulled into the fray by a crimson haired girl. He caught a glimpse of a figure at the door and let the crimson haired beauty climb on top of him. Hermione reeled at the sight, but stormed out of the room and away from the Silk Society for good.