Ch 19 Hermione's Virginity (Part II)
The following Wednesday, Hermione arrived early for potions, sat at a table near the back and awaited the beginning of class. Students trickled in after her, grabbing their cauldrons to begin brewing the potion they'd started on Monday. With only one minute to spare, Draco ran into the room and sat at the only available station – right next to Hermione. He'd been periodically showing up late for the last few weeks just so they'd be forced to sit together.
"Granger," he said in greeting as he set down his book and went to retrieve his brew.
"Malfoy," she replied not looking up from her work.
Pretending to hate each other was one of the couple's new favorite past times. Empty digs and sarcasm became a kind of foreplay.
"So, how shall we start off today?" Draco said opening his book and thumbing through it. "Oh I know! How about a joke?" He grinned and turned his whole body toward Hermione. "Alright Granger, what is the difference between a woman and a magnet?"
Hermione rolled her eyes and huffed, playing her part perfectly. "I don't know Malfoy, but I'm sure you're going to tell me."
"Right you are," he laughed dryly. "Magnets have a positive side!"
Hermione didn't react. "Wow, that is so creative," she said cutting up a small hairy caterpillar. "I've got a joke for you too; do you want to hear it?"
"No, but even Merlin himself couldn't stop you from having a bitch about it until you do, so shoot."
"Fuck you, Malfoy. That's not the joke, but seriously, fuck you." Hermione was trying her best not to smile. She guessed he was too. He always laughed when she cursed. "Anyway, here's the joke. What's the difference between a Malfoy and a snake?"
Draco smirked, "Insert penis joke here."
Hermione scoffed. "One is an evil, cold-blooded, venomous, slimy creature, and the other is a snake."
"Oh, well played, Granger," Draco said clapping his hands dramatically. He could hear a few eavesdroppers giggling behind him.
Just then, the doors slammed open and Professor Snape marched in. The class fell silent as the man who knew how to make an entrance, approached his desk. "I assume you all know what you're doing, so there will be no need to talk. You have the rest of the period to finish your work and have a sample on my desk. That is all." The greasy professor sunk into his chair and retrieved what appeared to be a crossword puzzle from his pocket.
Even Draco knew better than to talk during potions, but that didn't stop him from sneaking his hand onto Hermione's leg. He slid his long fingers up to her hip and then down between her legs to her warm inner thighs.
"Stop it," Hermione whispered trying unsuccessfully to pry his hand off. Looking around, she was glad the tall tables hid anything going on beneath them.
When the class period was over, Draco and Hermione cleaned their stations and delivered their samples. A few Slytherins gathered around their table expecting to leave as a pack.
"Still a prick?" Hermione asked as she watched the group head for the door.
Draco looked over his shoulder. "Still a bitch?"
Hermione shrugged pointedly and smirked as she watched him trot out of the room.
One Slytherin, however, didn't leave with the others.
Blaise Zabini had been waiting to talk to Granger for a while now. The little shows she and Draco put on in class were starting to make him sick. He wasn't Draco's biggest fan, but even he could see that something wasn't right here, and somebody needed to get to the bottom of things.
"Oi, Granger," he called as Hermione left the room.
She turned at the sound of her name and was surprised to see Blaise coming up behind her. "Yes?" she asked suspiciously.
"Hey, I just wanted to talk to you about a few things. Walk with me?"
"Er, okay," she agreed reluctantly.
He pretended not to notice. "So, sitting with Draco today must have really drove you nuts," he said tactlessly.
"…I guess so."
"Yeah, you'd think he'd make more of an effort to be on time. Seeing how you don't get along."
Hermione could see where this line of questioning was going, but didn't understand why he was talking to her about it instead of Draco. "Yeah, you'd think," she said airily.
"Look," he said stepping ahead to cut her off, "I know what's going on between the two of you. I've seen you together. At night, sneaking off to meet up. What I don't understand is how you've got Draco so pussy whipped already."
Hermione watched as Zabini's normally handsome faced morphed into one of utter disgust. "I have no idea what you're talking about," she said, feeling trapped in the deserted dungeon hallway.
"Really?" he asked, sneering ferally. "Because when I talked to Draco about this whole arrangement you two have, he tried to blackmail me into keeping my mouth shut. That in itself seems pretty normal, right? But here's where things get a little strange. He made it sound like he was doing it to protect your honor, instead of his image. And that's what I have a problem with."
"I don't really see how this has anything to do with me. It sounds like you and Malfoy have something to work out amongst yourselves." Draco actually stood up for me?
"No, see, that's where you're wrong," he laughed, leaning casually against the wall. "This has everything to do with you. Draco may not be my best friend, but he is a Slytherin, and too me, he might as well be my fucking brother. I don't really care about solving his relationship problems. What I care about is exposing you for the slippery little virus that you are, and earning myself a spot in his good graces."
"And what am I supposed to have done?" she asked calmly.
"Right, always the innocent," he said. "I'm not sure what you've done. Why don't you tell me? Was it another love potion?"
Love potion? Is he crazy? "Eh, no. In fact, I don't know how it happened really. And I suggest that if you have any more accusations, you point them at Draco, and not me." With that Hermione stepped around him and marched away as quickly as dignity would allow. Since when did her relationship with Draco have anything to do with Blaise Zabini?
"Yeah, I'll do that, Mudblood," she heard him call behind her.
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"Granger, are you in there?" Draco whispered into the dark alcove.
"Yes, I'm here!" Her voice sounded sweet even in whispers.
"Good, follow me."
From the alcove nestled in a corner of the front hall, Draco led her out the front doors and down the steps onto the grounds. They saw no one, as most students had retired to their common rooms by this time on a Saturday night.
"Where are we going?" she asked wrapping her cloak tightly around her body to keep out the cold night air.
"You'll see," he said draping an arm around her shoulders and pulling her into his warmth. He'd been dreaming about taking her here for months. In fact, he'd had some very vivid dreams about taking her here for months.
He led the way past the path to the black lake and continued on in the direction of the greenhouses. "We're almost there," he said as he directed her around the back of the glass structures.
"What are we doing back here?" she asked, seeing nothing but a cold empty lot.
Draco didn't answer. He let go of the girl and walked forward with his arms outstretched. Once his hand connected with the cool wood of the stable, he knocked quietly. "Hear that? It's a stable," he told her.
Hermione looked confused and crept forward to touch the invisible building. "Merlin!" she said when she felt it beneath her hands. "Can we go inside?"
Draco pushed open the invisible door. "After you."
The interior of the stable had been cleaned and prepared for the night. Draco had spent the earlier part of the evening removing all the hay and cobwebs as well as setting up candles and a blanket. He'd even charmed the earth beneath the blanket to feel softer than the frozen March soil.
"Woah," Hermione breathed as she entered the unfamiliar room. "How long have you known about this place?"
"Years," Draco whispered.
Suddenly a vision of naked flesh flashed before his eyes. He shook his head to clear it, but instead saw more images. He leaned against a wooden bench for support and saw his reoccurring fantasy more vividly than ever before.
He was laying her back on the bench. Her knees pressed against his hips. He kissed her neck, chest, stomach, and found a delicious almond-shaped birthmark on her hip.
"It's amazing; perfect for us."
Her voice brought him out of his head. "Yes, it is," he choked. Where did the birthmark fantasy come from? Did she really have one?
The couple sat down on the blanket and began to talk. It felt good to be in a safe place where no one would interrupt them. For once, they didn't have to rush. Hermione was in the middle of a story about charms, when Draco had another extremely realistic vision.
He was kicking off his boxers and climbing up her heated body. "Are you ready, Granger?" he asked, laying over her, positioned for entry. "Yes!" she answered, panting heavily and pushing some sweat soaked hair out of her eyes.
"Are you okay? Draco, what's wrong?"
Draco blinked wildly and realized where he was. His heart tried boldly to break from his chest. It seemed so real. "I'm fine, I just…" and before he could explain, he was kissing her.
He pounced on her like a predator pouncing on prey. His hands found both sides of her face and directed her to his kiss. His lips were eager, hurried, and rougher than they'd been in the past. And the more his lips pressed against hers, the more his body wanted. He felt like an addict getting a fix after being deprived for a year. Like this kiss, this connection, was something he'd been forced to live without. His body knew these kisses but his mind did not. This felt like one of his fantasies and for a brief moment, he wondered if it was.
"Hermione?" he asked breaking the kiss and looking into her eyes. "This is real, right? We're really here?"
Hermione looked at him curiously – lips swollen, hair a mess. "Yes, Draco, we're here." She slid her hand down his back to the fleshiest part of his ass cheek and pinched.
Her boldness surprised him.
"See? It's real," she whispered, a smile crawling onto her face.
She must have been right. She'd never done that in any of his fantasies. Nodding, he leaned into her again and was satisfied to feel her lift up to meet his kiss.
This time, it started slower. He kissed her lips, her jaw, her eyes, her neck before laying her back on the blanket and molding his body against hers. Her softness caused delicious tingles to run down his spine and tease his groin. He pressed his hardness against her thigh and was surprised once again when she pressed back.
Their lips connected in a searing kiss, her tongue doing indecent things against his. She really had come a long way in the kissing department and he was reaping the benefits now. He heard her moan in the back of her throat and felt the vibrations through her mouth. He moved his hand from its place on her arm and allowed it to roam freely up and down her left side. The edge of her cotton shirt rolled up under his fingers and he slid his hand beneath it getting his first feel of hot smooth skin.
Normally at this point, he would rub her stomach trying to gauge how far she would let him go, but not tonight. Tonight was about passion, so he let his hand slide all the way up to her perfect breast which he palmed firmly through her satin bra. She breathed heavily into the kiss and Draco felt her back arch up into his touch.
Soon he felt her hands on his skin, squeezing gently into his back. She began gathering his shirt and dragging it up to his shoulders. He leaned back and lifted his arms, allowing her to pull the shirt all the way off and discard it. Taking her cue, he sat back on his heels and pulled her up by her hands until she too was sitting upright. She crossed her arms in front of her nervously, grabbed both corners of her fitted top, and slowly pulled it off over her head.
Her skin was pure and pink with excitement. Luscious breasts rose with each eager breath while locks of loose curls pooled above and between them. Her beauty was startling and for the first time, he felt compelled to tell her.
"You're stunning," he whispered reaching out to touch the valley between her breasts, becoming mesmerized by the rapid heart beat he found there.
She lowered her shoulders, allowing her bra straps to fall loosely down her arms. One hand, then the other, curled up behind her and unfastened the back clasp. The two elastic sides fell, and the only thing keeping the garment in place was the hand holding it in the middle. Draco's breaths became shallow and rapid as he closed his hand around the thin material and pulled back to expose her flawless virgin breasts.
He looked from the newly uncovered flesh to the eyes of the hesitant girl, letting approval read all over his face. He stepped forward, placed both hands on her slim waist, and lowered his lips until they ghosted over her softest skin. She gasped feeling the moist heat of his mouth close upon her and arched into his mouth when he ran his tongue over her nipple. Her arms closed behind his head, cradling him while he pleasured her.
Before long, the couple was kissing again, Hermione on her back with Draco atop her. The new experience of skin on skin was enough to send both teens into a state of uncontrollable arousal. Without even thinking, Hermione found herself unbuttoning Draco's trousers and pushing them and his pants down his legs. A few lifts of her hips and kicks of her feet, and she was bottomless as well.
And suddenly, this was further than she'd ever planned to go. His hardness was between her legs rubbing against her. His hands everywhere, feeling, touching, teasing. He grabbed her thigh and hooked it behind him creating a perfect position for his entrance.
"Are you ready?" he asked, his whole body panting against hers.
She closed her eyes, pushing her worries out of her head and focused on the ache of her body, "Yes."
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The next morning Draco sat in the Slytherin common room reading the Sunday edition of the Prophet and thinking about the night before. He couldn't help the smirk that crept onto his face.
Last night had been good. Perfect. Everything he'd been fantasizing about and more. He hadn't wanted to leave her. Her smooth skin, pale breasts, flushed cheeks. She was a goddess and he couldn't know for sure, but he thought last night may have been the best sex of his life.
She'd been different than the other virgins he'd been with. There was no sharp intake of breath, no "wait, that hurts", no blood even. It was like they were practiced veterans who knew every pleasure zone on each others' body.
Yes, she had been good. He wondered when they could do that again.
"I talked to Granger the other day," came the voice of Blaise Zabini.
Draco clenched his jaw in irritation. "What do you want, a prize?"
"No," said the boy who seated himself in the chair across from Draco, "but I did learn some interesting information. Something you'd want to know."
The blond rolled his eyes. This was so melodramatic. "Care to share?" he asked.
"Yes," Blaise said flatly. "In fact, after our conversation – you know the one where you threatened to expose my muggle fetish if I told anyone about her – I realized that you didn't know what was going on any better than I did. I couldn't understand why you'd hide your fling when you used to date her openly. But now I know the reason."
He's cracked. "What do you mean, 'I used to date her openly'?" Draco asked, baffled.
Blaise nodded. "See, it's like I thought; you don't remember. Granger used to be your girlfriend."
"When?" he snapped, leaning forward, newspaper tossed aside. His mind drudged up a memory of something Sienna had said to him once in an argument. "Draco, you told me that you pretended to date her…" At the time, he'd thought Sienna was nutters, but now he wasn't so sure.
"I don't know, maybe October. But, the better question is, why don't you remember it?"
I don't know. He sat in his chair wracking his brain for a hint of what Blaise was talking about. The sound of stones moving distracted him as Pansy came in from the hallway.
"Hey Pans?" Draco asked. "Did I ever go out with Granger?"
The slender girl paused behind a sofa giving him a strange look. "Yeah. What, did you block it from you memory?" She laughed dryly and continued on her path up the stairs.
"See?" Blaise reached into his robes to retrieve a pack of cigarettes. "Here," he said offering one to Draco and then taking one himself.
Draco was in shock. Why couldn't he remember this? What kind of dark magic could make you forget a relationship that spanned a period of time? Obliviate couldn't do it. It would have wiped out his whole memory.
"And there's something else," Blaise said, interrupting his train of thought. "You probably won't remember this, but last time, you were dosed with some kind of a love potion to make you like her."
Draco was speechless. Honestly, what could he say?
"Yeah, so when I was talking to her, I asked if she used another love potion on you, but she said 'not this time'. She said she wasn't sure why you liked her this time."
"Are you saying that she gave me the love potion before?" Draco asked. It didn't make sense. Hermione would never do anything like that. Would she?
"That's what it sounded like," Blaise nodded, taking a long drag on his cigarette for dramatic effect.
So, Hermione gave me a love potion, we dated, then I lost my memory, and now we're dating again? "I just don't think she would do that. She never liked me."
"Well, she likes you now," Blaise said. "And she's smart enough to brew it and dose you without getting caught. She probably Obliviated you because you found her out. It's the only thing that makes sense."
"Maybe," Draco shrugged. "Either way, I need to get my memory back."
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"Professor Snape?"
Loud obnoxious knocking. "Professor Snape? Sir?"
Didn't students know better than to disturb him on a Sunday afternoon? This was his day of rest. His day of child-free, idiot-free, rest. "Just a minute," he growled, wrapping his blackest most billowy robes around his daywear before tearing open the door. "Yes?"
Draco stepped back, unused to seeing that hateful look pointed his way. "Can I have a word, sir? It's important."
"I'll be the judge of what's important," Snape sneered. "Tell me what it's in regards to, and I'll let you know if it's worth my time."
"Yes, sir," Draco said, peering down the hall to make sure no one was within hearing range. Of course, someone was always within hearing range with all the portraits hanging around. "Well, I think I've been the victim of a memory charm and I was hoping to find a way to reverse it."
Snape looked undecided, like he wasn't sure if this was Sunday afternoon worthy or not. "I might be able to help you," he said at last. "Let's go to my office."
Once in the Potions Master's office, Snape sat down at his desk and signaled Draco to take the seat opposite him. It must have been the most uncomfortable chair in the history of furniture and Draco wondered if Snape transfigured it so, to torture students.
"Now, Mr. Malfoy, tell me about this memory charm." Snape was well aware of the lust potion incident as well as the Mind Wipe potion, but he didn't want to play his hand yet. Best wait to see what the boy had to say.
Draco told his head of house about the conversation he'd had with Blaise, the confirmation from Pansy, and even the thing Sienna had said. "You see, something must have happened. I just want to know what it was."
Snape looked at the boy for a long time. "I see. Tell me, did you ever think that maybe you altered your own memory? For a good reason? Perhaps there's something you wanted to forget."
That was an interesting idea. Draco hadn't considered this. "I don't think I would ever do that to myself, sir. It just doesn't sound like me."
"Maybe not, but Draco, desperate times call for desperate measures. Perhaps it was your only option at the time." The dark man swiveled in his chair to select a book from a shelf. "I would hate to help you undo something that you'd wanted. That you'd needed. That you'd done for your own protection."
"Why would I need to protect myself from knowing about a girlfriend?" Draco asked. Why was Snape being so mysterious?
Snape looked up from the book he'd been perusing and turned it around to Draco. "It wasn't a memory charm," he said pointing to a section in the book. "It's called the Mind Wipe and it's used to combat the side effects of lust potions. It's extremely powerful, targeting and blocking all memories linked to a certain event. I'd imagine that if you took this potion, you meant to."
Draco read the passage, and then read it again. He must have been having relapses from the lust potion and decided to use the Mind Wipe to stop them. Well, he didn't need his memories blocked anymore; not after what he and Hermione did last night. "Is there a way to undo it?" he asked his professor.
"Are you sure that's what you want?" Snape asked, arching a black brow. "You understand the implications of that course of action?"
"Yes, sir," Draco said, trying his best to hold back his smirk and failing. "It won't make a difference; believe me."
Snape's eyes narrowed minutely. That was a bit of an over-share. "Turn the page," he ordered.
Draco did as told and read the small section about the antidote. "Cat pee? I have to drink cat pee?"
"How bad do you want your memories back?"
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"Here kitty, kitty, kitty," Draco called, searching his dorm for Atlas. Where is that damned cat? He really wanted to get this over with before he lost his nerve. "Gotcha!" he said, feeling a poof of fur behind the dresser.
"Alright, let's hope you've had enough to drink today," he said, pulling the grumpy sac of fur out from his hiding place and settling him over a bread pan. Holding the cat with one hand, he aimed his wand at its round tummy and said the spell to induce urination. This spell had been a favorite of his in his formative years. Just stand behind a wall, say the magic words, and watch as your victim pees his pants.
"Hey! What are you doing to my cat?" Crabbe said, as he chose that very moment to enter the dorm.
Draco grumbled. He should have locked the door. He couldn't believe Crabbe's timing. Oh, nothing. Just getting some pee to drink. "I needed cat pee for a potion."
"Oh," Crabbe said sitting on his bed and laughing. "That's disgusting."
"Yes, it is," he agreed, letting go of the scandalized creature who skulked off to hide. "Well I'm off to finish this; my special ingredient needs to be fresh."
Draco left the room and took the pan into the bathroom. There really were no other ingredients. Just a fresh glass of warm urine.
He conjured up said glass and poured into it the translucent yellow liquid. Then, he placed a binding spell on his tongue so he wouldn't be able to taste. This was a handy trick that mothers of fussy children used when getting them to take their medicine. Bottoms up, he thought wryly as he tipped the glass back swallowing its contents in one gulp.
"Ack!" He was choking. That was horrible. Horrible. Even the binding spell hadn't helped. His stomach clenched and he felt like he would be sick any moment. Summoning some tooth paste, he brushed his teeth three times before chucking his toothbrush in the bin.
Suddenly, he began feeling woozy, drunk even. He teetered over to the showers and plopped down on an accompanying bench. Images, scenes, conversations were pooling into his mind. Pushing and fighting to the front.
Kissing Hermione, her first time, being petrified outside the front doors. writing fake love notes, tearing her clothes off. All of his fantasies! Dreaming about her, taking her in the trophy room.
Then –
Talking to Pansy, "Not everyone is going to be as forgiving as I am about this whole 'affair with a mudblood' thing." Bitch slapping Weasley. "…she was practically begging for it. I'm actually surprised she was still a virgin." Being ambushed by Hermione, "…we need to take this potion," "How about one more shag for old time's sake?"
It was real. It was all real.
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