The Draught of Destiny
Draco Malfoy awoke with a start as something moved against him. He was momentarily startled, he never allowed women to spend the night, and then he remembered, Granger. She looked confused and sleepily alarmed, the drowsy look on her face was charming.
"Malfoy! I'm sorry, I shouldn't be here!"
He kissed her cheek, "Don't be ashamed Granger, I bade you stay."
She flushed red and quickly disentangled herself from his arms. Her hands ran over the pajamas and she noticed the silk, "Oh Merlin!" Her voice was raspy, "Please Malfoy, don't expose me!" She was desperate.
Draco took her hand and pulled her back onto the bed, "Hermione Granger don't make me make a fool of myself! What do you think, that I am toying with you? Merlin, I am as fucked as you are!"
Hermione's eyes met his, "You care about me?"
He scowl softened, she couldn't read his expression, "You are the first lady to sleep in my bed."
Hermione couldn't face it, it was too absurd! She ran for the restroom and threw shut the bolt. She thrust the pajamas off and away from her. Since when was she so stupid? Really, Granger, a total moron.
Draco didn't pursue her and she was glad for it. Breakfast was a hurried affair and she was grateful to be out of the hall before his arrival. It wasn't until potions that she had to view him.
Malfoy looked much the same as he always did, saddled up next to Zabini. Blaise cooed at him and stroked his arm. Hermione refused to allow herself to feel jealous, though her hormones screamed for it. Harry took the seat next to her and smiled. She was instantly happy to him and let him take her mind off of the flirting Slytherin duo.
Snape surveyed the class, he was in a particularly foul mood after his previous lesson with 1st year Hufflepuffs. He wanted the class to share in his misery. He barked at them, "Switch houses! Slytherins with Gryffindors, men with women, move!"
The students groaned and shuffled about the room. Hermione felt his presence before she saw him, "Partner up, Granger?" She nodded in agreement and joined Draco at his cauldron.
Snape sneered, "Begin the Draught of Destiny on the board. If you preform this correctly you may take something quite valuable from this experience." He stormed to his desk and sat violently, around him the students scurried to work.
Draco's hands worked deftly slicing the ingredients into perfect portions. Hermione tended the cauldron, wary to look at him. He did not acknowledge her, though he admired her skill. Their potion was perfect, much better than working with Zabini.
Snape approached them, eager to disapprove. He begrudgingly noted that their potion looked quite perfect. "Malfoy, Granger, full points. Please take a sample. Test it this evening, I want results in a meter or more of parchment by this time next week." He skulked off to view other students work. Draco nodded curtly, took his potion and swept out of class.
Harry and Ron joined Hermione shortly. Ron was huffing on about class, "Snape is a bloody wanker, working with Slytherin birds, dumb bitches!"
"Ron language!" Although really, she wasn't one to talk. Her mouth was horribly filthy these days.
He laughed at her, "And you with Malfoy, bloody torture, or heaven 'Mione?"
She resisted the urge to slug him, "Shut it Weasley, you know I loathe him." Ron shrugged as they proceeded to charms.
The class drug by and dinner loomed ahead. Hermione was the first to the head table. Malfoy sauntered in half and hour late, winking at the ladies of Slytherin. They passed the meal in silence. Hermione made no attempt to engage him in any sort of conversation, instead focusing on the students who came to them.
Ginny rushed her out at the end of the meal, giddy with gossip. Hermione walked slowly with her to the head suite. It seems Ginny had passed what muggles call third base with Harry the night before and was quite eager to share. Hermione felt embarrassed at the admission, Harry was her closest friend, but happy for Ginny who was over the moon. She resisted the urge to tell Ginny about her own recent hook-ups. No one would understand and everyone would be horrified at the thought of her even touching Draco Malfoy. Ginny left her, bubbling with joy, as Hermione stepped into the Head common with trepidation, but Malfoy wasn't there.
Hermione reluctantly pugged her potion and awaited the results. An hour later she still felt absolutely nothing. A big fat lot of good this would do her for her potions essay. Hermione took up her transfiguration work and began to study. She suddenly felt overwhelmingly drowsy and slipped onto the couch to rest.
Malfoy took his potion in the common room of Slytherin, certain his destiny would be held within the room. Would it be power, or love or some wholly different thing? Snape hadn't specified anything about the results. He waited two hours and all he felt was disgust. Pansy tried her best to sweet talk their way back to his room, along with a few others, but he felt completely repelled by the thought of them. The potion was an utter and complete waste, bed was a better destiny than this!
He returned to the Head commons to find Hermione slumped over on the couch in slumber. As he surveyed her sleeping form his body seemed to catch on fire. His mind melted, resistance was futile. Hermione stirred in her sleep, she felt it too. Draco rushed to her side, "Hermione!" She was shocked to hear her name from his lips. But something was not right, her body burned with desire, she felt never anything like it in her entire life and then it hit her, "Malfoy, the potion!" He didn't bother with a response. He swooped her up in his arms and carried her to his bed.
Draco didn't wait for permissions and threw her clothing off and to the floor in a pile with his own. He touched her lips softly with his own and then thrust into her roughly.
He felt it break and saw her wince. Draco waited for further reaction. He knew he had taken it, he was also sure it was their destiny. Potions never lie. Her whole body tensed and then relaxed against him.
Hermione moved experimentally against him and found she enjoyed the movement quite a bit. Draco was kissing her neck softly trying to make the experience as gentle as possible after his unceremonious deflowering of her moments before. Once he was finally in her some of the insane burning in his loins had stopped. "Sorry love, suddenly I had to be in you. You alright?" She moved her hips pushing him in further "Please Draco...I need this so badly..."
He smiled to think she felt it too, at least he wasn't alone in this haze of potion. Draco began to quicken his thrusts, his hands took on a life of their own, never ceasing as they felt her body over.
Hermione's hips matched him thrust for thrust, she couldn't help but moan at each plunge in. She had no basis for comparison but he felt huge within her, almost uncomfortably so, but the pain was oh so pleasurable. Draco began to groan a bit as he moved. She had no idea how long this was supposed to last. The jokes said fifteen minutes, but they had been at it for far longer than that and she was beginning to lose control of the situation. Malfoy felt too good and her hormones were taking over. Hermione felt like she was at the edge of something cataclysmic, but it kept slipping further and further away the harder she focused on it.
Draco thrust furiously, knocking the breath out of her, and then it began. Her vision blacked out and she heard herself screaming from outside her body. Her nails gouged into Draco's back as wave after wave of delirious pleasure overtook her. "Oh my god, Malfoy!" He moaned and thrust into her so that she thought he might split her down the middle. He let out a primal sort of scream and she suddenly felt something hot and slightly burning inside of her as he slowed his movements.
His breath was erratic and she felt his heart pounding against his chest.
"Bloody hell Granger!" His voice was low and raspy.
"Is that how it always is?"
Draco snorted a laugh, "No Granger, that is how it hardly ever is."
She felt her face ache from the smile that spread across it. Draco pulled himself off and out of her and wrapped his arms about her. "Thank you Miss Granger, I didn't deserve that."
He hadn't meant to sound so tender, he just felt very strongly toward her at that moment. He felt a warmth in his chest, like he loved her. Of course he didn't, it was most likely the feel of taking a virgin. He liked that feeling, like buying a new broom, knowing he was the first ever to ride it. He chuckled, of course he would reduce sex to a broomstick ride, such a Malfoy.
She snuggled against him, "Believe it or not I'm glad it was you. Snape and his potions, honestly! How am I supposed to write a paper on this?"
Draco elbowed her in the ribs, "Are you seriously talking about homework right now Granger?" He could see her blush in the dark.
"Sorry about that. Thank you for making it nice Malfoy.
"My pleasure."
He adjusted his grip on her and noticed a dark mark on his inner left forearm. Draco blinked twice and readjusted his gaze. "Lumous!" The room came alive in light. Hermione covered her eyes with her left arm, and there on her forearm was the same mark. A brilliant red rose with a thorny green stem.
Draco jumped out of bed, "What the fuck Granger!" She pulled her arm back, startled by his words and actions.
"What Malfoy?"
He threw his arm in her face. "What the fuck is this?"
She studied the mark and shrugged. "I never noticed you had a tattoo before."
He gripped her shoulder harshly. "You fucking bitch, you marked me! Do you think I am stupid? It is the same as yours!"
Hermione was shocked, "I don't know what you are talking about."
He grabbed her arm, "This!" His fingers grasp her rose tightly and suddenly he felt giddy and light headed.
She studied her arm, "I don't understand..."
"What?" He had not intended to sound shocked but her tattoo was twitching wildly under his grip.
"Draco, I've never seen this before, what is it?"
He shrugged and let go of her wrist, "I thought you knew, I didn't have it before we fucked."
She flinched at the last work. "I've never seen anything like this, but look they are different."
He examined the marks. In the center of his rose was a heart with a crown of thorns about it. The heart pulsed and flowed blood from the thorn pricks. On Granger's wrist was a small goblet of gold covered in precious gems. The gems gleamed and flashed, the cup tipped to show the contents, a blood red wine. "What does this mean Granger?"
She furrowed her brow, "Maybe the potion? The pull was quite incredible, maybe this is an after effect."
He grimaced, "Maybe. I don't know, but I do know that I am beat. We can ask Snape in class. Stay here?"
She was apprehensive after his outburst, "Is it okay?"
He sighed, "Granger, I want you to stay, alright?"
She shook her head in agreement and pulled the covers up to her neck. Draco climbed in next to her and spoke the lights away.