TITLE: Experience 7
RATING: R
PAIRING: DM/HG, HP/HG
SUMMARY: Love triangle between Harry/Draco/ Hermione. Virginal Hermione decides to let Malfoy seduce her and enlists Harry's help!
DISCLAIMER: Only the plot is mine. Harry, Hermione, Ron, Draco and the rest all belong to JKR. sniffle
Draco Malfoy stalked through the school corridors. It was nearly one in the morning but Draco was restless. He'd been staring at the ceiling over his bed for the better part of two hours but sleep just wouldn't come. So, he'd decided to walk around until he exhausted himself- it hadn't worked so far. Draco hadn't even cast a concealment charm on himself. He was hoping to run into Filch so he could loose his frustration on someone else. Filch, however, hadn't caused his restlessness. or even think properly . . . Hermione Granger. She was quickly becoming an obsession with him. Hermione wasn't like any other girl he'd ever known, in the biblical sense or otherwise. There was just something about her that intrigued him.
Seduction was just as much of sport to Draco Malfoy as Quidditch - only this sport involved beds instead of broomsticks - or in Hermione's particular case, both. He thought women had a lot in common with the Golden Snitch, they were just as elusive but much more difficult to capture. Although, as soon as he 'caught' a girl, he wanted to let her go. None of them could hold his interest. That's why he enjoyed the build-up so much - the touches, the glances, and the innuendo. That why he could prolong the process, draw out the experience and increase his enjoyment. Delayed gratification wasn't necessarily the Malfoy way, but what could he say? After all, there were a finite number of girls at Hogwarts.
Draco wondered why he was so attracted to Hermione. Was it because she was a virgin? He'd never been with a girl who was inexperienced. Finding a virgin in Slytherin House was like looking for a Death Eater in Gyffindor. Or was he interested because she was Potter's best friend? He knew that when he finally screwed Hermione, he'd be screwing with Potter as well. The thought made him smile. At any rate, Hermione was important to him. . .at least for right now.
As Draco rounded a corner, he noticed a light on in the library. Curious, despite himself, he gently eased the door open to find the object of his attraction studying at one of the long mahogany tables in the library. She was reading by the light of a large lamp she'd brought down with her. She was wearing a skirt and a short-sleeved shirt. Her hair was pulled up in a loose pony tail and she was pressing a glass of ice water to her temple. The cooling charms weren't used in the library for fear they would damage the books. Cooling charms had a way of drying out the air. Draco smiled, she hadn't noticed him enter. He allowed the door to shut behind him and, thankfully, it closed without a sound.
Hermione took another drink of water and then resolutely picked up her history book. She absently fanned herself with some notes as she read. He snuck up behind her, careful not to give himself away. But she seemed to know he was there anyway. She turned in her chair slowly and looked right at him.
There he was - her beautiful marble statue brought to life. He stood in the shadows, his beautifully chiseled face obscured by the darkness and his eyes full of need. Hermione took in a deep breath. She could literally feel his gaze as it traveled over her body. Neither of them spoke. She swallowed convulsively, the noise sounding harsh in the eerie silence of the dim room. Hermione got to her feet. She wasn't sure if she wanted to flee or fling herself in his arms.
Draco took the choice from her by closing the distance between them in two strides. He pulled her close against his body.
Unconsciously, her arms twined about his neck and she tilted her head back, waiting to be kissed. Malfoy's facade of patient passion crumbled before his need to claim her somehow. Draco kissed her with a voracious hunger that rocked her to her very core. It was though he was after her very soul. When he finally pulled his mouth from hers, he contemplated her glorious face. In this moment, he found her incredibly beautiful. Draco slowly slid her down his body until she stood on her own two feet again. She noticed that his hands shook the slightest bit as he finally released her.
Hermione took in a shuddering breath as she tried to form thoughts and words. "W-what was that?"
"I just wanted a kiss 'hello'." His voice was hoarse when he spoke.
She groped for her chair and sat down heavily. "Oh. Hello."
Draco smiled to himself at her monosyllabic response. He closed his eyes briefly, willing his ironclad control to resurface before he did something stupid. Like carry her up to his hideaway or bend her over that long hardwood table.
Hermione, too, was surprised by her own response. She couldn't function around Draco it was as if her body took control every time he was near. Hermione, so used to letting her head think for her, was stunned by her primal response to him.
When they had both recovered their senses, Draco spoke. "I heard the most interesting rumor today involving Potter and a pixie. What would we do without our resident hero around?" he mocked as he twisted a chair around and straddled it from behind.
"Oh, um, yes. Wild pixie." Hermione nodded, her eyes skittering away from his sharp silver gaze.
"You're a terrible liar, Hermione."
Damn Malfoy and his scary perceptiveness. She'd have to watch that in the future. Hermione spoke to the carpet. "."
Draco had no trouble deciphering her verbal word jumble. "Subtle," he critiqued. "And Potter doesn't remember that he has a girlfriend?"
"Don't make it sound like that," Hermione said defensively.
"Like what?" he asked silkily. "Like he's trying to cheat on his girlfriend with his best friend? Because that's exactly what he's up to."
"But Harry hasn't! Not really. We've only kissed." She admitted.
"But he wants more," Draco said shrewdly.
Hermione folded her arms over her chest and glared at him. "I don't want to talk about this anymore. Not with you and not with anyone else!" she said firmly.
Draco took the hint. "Don't worry, your secret is safe with me." For now, he amended silently. Although, he wondered what a few carefully spread rumors would do to her comfortable little trio of friends. "Fine, let's talk about something else. . .why are you still up?"
She scowled at him, still angry with him and his ability to point out things that she didn't wish to dwell on. "Why are you still up?" she countered.
"I'm too frustrated to sleep," he replied, eyes alight with a roguish charm.
"Oh." Hermione blushed.
"Don't you want to know why I'm frustrated, Hermione?" He drawled.
"Insomnia?" She guessed.
"And everyone says you're such a smart girl," he scoffed.
"Compared to you?" she retorted. "I'm a genius!"
Draco grinned. He really loved to provoke her. "So, tell me, girl wonder, why aren't you in bed?"
"I literally can't sleep." she explained. "Professor Trelawney had us make these dream catchers and we have to share our dreams with a partner." She put her head in her hands. "I don't want someone having an all-access pass to my private thoughts." Even if the person taking a look at her dreams would be Harry. Especially if it was Harry!
Draco grinned wolfishly, correctly interpreting the cause for her concern. "Are you're afraid you might have a naughty dream?"
She blushed to the roots of her hair. "Erm, yes."
"Am I in any of them?" Draco asked knowingly.
"No!"
"Is that 'no' spelled Y-E-S?"
"Yes." Her shoulders slumped. "It's personal. . .and embarrassing. I don't want to share that with anyone else."
"What about me? I'm not just anyone." Draco grinned.
She glared at him.
Draco sighed, leaning back in his chair as if he owned the place - which was possible. His father had donated a lot of money to Hogwarts. "Fine, keep your secrets for now." He smiled at her. "Tell you what, I'll help you stay awake."
She narrowed her eyes. "Help me in what way?" She secretly hoped his 'help' involved some snogging.
"Come with me," he said as he stood and offered her a hand. He plucked the lamp from the table so they would be able to see.
She took it reluctantly. "But, I thought we were going to-"
Draco chuckled as he pulled her along behind him. "You're an eager little thing, aren't you?"
She pulled her hand from his grasp. "Shut up, Malfoy!"
"Oooh! I made you angry and already it's 'Malfoy' again, " Draco reproved. "Who knew you would be so fickle?"
She glowered at his back. He went from pleasant to insufferable in the manner of minutes. "Why are we in the Restricted Section?"
"Because, Granger, all the books worth reading are here." He disappeared into a row of musty books. "Are you coming?" he called.
"Yes." She marched down the aisle behind him. She found him on his knees at the end of the aisle, searching for a particular title. With the dim light from the lamp, the aisle had an intimate atmosphere. It was as if the room was created solely for their use.
"Let's see Macavian Minstrels, Mai Rites, and. . . Magia del Sesso." He pulled the red, leather-bound book from the shelf and settled back against the wall. "Have you read this?"
"No." She bit her lips as she mentally translated. "Holy cricket! Magia del Sesso. . .Sex Magic?" Hermione whispered. Her anger faded and was rapidly replaced by curiosity.
Draco chuckled to himself. "I can't believe I actually found a book that you haven't read." He patted the space beside himself. "Come on, Hermione, let's expand your horizons."
Hermione had been dying to get a look at the book but hadn't gotten up the nerve to ask for access to them. She walked over and sat beside him, trying to hide her eagerness. "You've read it?"
"Skimmed, more like."
Draco placed the book in her hand and she jumped from the warmth of it. "Why is it so-"
"Warm? Bespelled." The book was very warm and welcoming, it seemed to cuddle up to her as she held it. "Open it up and take a look."
Hermione carefully opened the book and gasped at what she saw inside. She snapped the book shut. "Wizard photos."
Draco smiled. "I know, the new edition did away with those pointless sketches." He opened the book again to reveal a Wizard photo of a writhing Wizard and Witch. It was an artful picture, the nudity was kept to a minimum. The man was dark haired and in his thirties. The woman was in her late twenties and had long blond hair. They were on a thick rug surrounded by a row of lit candles. The man was kneeling in front of the woman, his mouth on her full breast.
Hermione was wide-eyed. She couldn't look anywhere else. It was the most lustful thing she'd ever seen yet it seemed tender somehow. She got the impression that these two people were in love. It was beautiful really. . .in a debauched sort of way. Or maybe it seemed that way because she was looking at while in close proximity to Malfoy. Draco had an air of depravity about him that was as repugnant as it was entrancing - just like that sinful room of his.
Draco drank in her reaction to the picture - the sudden dilation of her eyes, the blush blooming in her cheeks, and the way her rosebud mouth parted. The look of shocked desire was tantalizing. "Do you know what they're doing?" he asked huskily.
She shook her head. Hermione was unfamiliar with sex magic.
"The Five Fold Kiss," Draco answered, stepping into the role of teacher for the evening. He was pleased to educate Miss Know-It-All on something that she didn't know everything about already. "It is done to bless the body and celebrate its natural beauty. The man and the woman kiss each other on the feet, the knees, the genitals, the breasts, and the mouth."
Hermione gulped. How on Earth did he make the clinical world 'genitals' sound sexy?
"Sex magic is rooted in the old ways and certain rituals need to be followed." He watched her carefully. "Do you see the ring of candles?"
"Yes," Hermione answered, dragging her gaze away from the look of pleasure on the woman's face to the row of innocuous candles.
"They're marking a sacred circle. Sex magic is elemental and calls up primal forces, both evil and good so practitioners must protect themselves."
"How do you know all this?" Hermione asked curiously.
"Father is an expert," Draco managed. A muscle clenched in his jaw. "He's had lots of students."
"Oh," Hermione said in answer. Somehow, she knew without having been told that he didn't just practice with Draco's mother.
When she looked at Draco again, he'd composed himself. "Do you want to try it?"
"We don't have any candles," Hermione answered inanely.
"Not the circle, Hermione, the kiss," he said with exasperation. "Besides, we won't be completing the ritual," he smirked, "so we don't need protection." He didn't want to push for too much ,too fast. "Do you want me to teach you?"
Hermione looked at the picture once more and then back at Malfoy. She could feel the excitement building and he hadn't even touched her yet. She took in a breath and blew it out before answering. "Yes."
"You need to stand then," Malfoy urged her to her feet. Hermione was closest to the stone wall and Malfoy knelt in front of her. "Nervous?"
"Yes," she admitted. "Quite a lot."
"Good." His eyes glittered as they drifted from her parted mouth to her breasts, to the secret place between her thighs. "I'm going to make you even more nervous before I'm through. . .but I promise that you'll enjoy yourself."
Hermione felt a thrill go through her at his words. Draco was exactly the wrong type of guy for her but it made him even more appealing. He was destined to become a Death Eater - but he wasn't one yet. And Hermione was destined to fight alongside Harry Potter.
He was still contemplating her body and he slid his gaze down her lovely long legs to her feet. "We need to take off your shoes." Hermione obediently lifted her left foot and Draco undid her running shoe deftly. Draco pulled off the white athletic sock and tucked it in her shoe. He repeated the process with the other foot, also putting her sock away. It was a caring gesture that wasn't lost on her.
Draco took her right foot in his hand, his fingers deftly massaging the arch. "Ever had a foot rub before?"
It felt wonderful. "Mmm. . .no. . .it feels great." She arched her foot as he massaged it.
Draco felt himself harden at her expression of pleasure. "It's a pity I'm not one of those foot fetish types," Malfoy said huskily as he gazed down at her dainty feet. They were pale and clean. The nails were devoid of any polish but her feet were nicely shaped.
Hermione laughed nervously . He bent over and pressed his mouth to the top of her right foot. "Blessed be thy feet that have brought thee in these ways." Draco switched feet, treating the left to a rub.
It relaxed Hermione and she pressed her back against the cool stone wall behind her, relishing Draco's touch. He kissed her left foot as well and she stifled a smile. If someone had told her a week ago that she would be standing in the library while Draco Malfoy kissed her feet she would have declared them insane. Draco rose to his knees then. He placed his hand between the dimpled thighs and pushed gently. "Spread your legs a bit."
Hermione took in a trembling breath and bit her lip but obligingly opened her legs. Draco stroked her right knee, admiring her soft skin. "Wider."
She did, pressing her feet a foot apart and pressed her back harder against the wall for support. He pressed his mouth to her right knee first and she inhaled sharply. "Blessed be thy knees which kneel at the alter." He shifted his attention to the left knee then and pressed a small kiss there too.
Draco's hands then slid up her smooth thighs. Hermione grasped the edge of the book shelf to support herself as his hand traveled inexorably closer to the place that craved his touch the most. His clever fingers slid under skirt and his mouth traveled in their wake, pressing small reverent kisses to her flesh. "You know," he said hoarsely against her skin, "most wizards and witches do this naked."
Hermione thought she would explode if Malfoy did this to her when she was naked. He trailed his fingers from her thigh to the apex of her thighs. His hand cupped her sex and they both moaned. "Hermione, let me. . ."
But she didn't hear him. . .Hermione was ensnared by the sensuous web he was weaving. All she could do was feel. Her body was a violin and Draco was playing her with the expertise of a virtuoso. Taking her silence for assent, Malfoy impatiently lifted her skirt, tucking the edge into her waistband, so that he could see her small white cotton panties which were damp with excitement. Draco smiled, they suited her - sensible and virginal. He traced the edge of her panties, his clever fingers slipping beneath the fabric now and then. When he could stand it no longer, he replaced his hand with his mouth.
Hermione stifled a cry. Draco pressed a kiss to her trembling sex. "Blessed by thy womb, without which we would not be." Draco's tongue snaked out to taste her sweetness through the cotton and Hermione couldn't contain her cries anymore. "You're delicious, Hermione," he murmured against her. "One of these days, I'm going to spread you out on my bed and make a meal of you."
She whimpered as he nudged the fabric aside and one of his seeking fingers delved into her. Hermione groaned, wishing he would touch her a bit higher, just there but he merely teased her. When he removed his finger he placed it in his mouth to savor one more taste of her. Hermione's knees threatened to give out but he placed a hand on her stomach to keep her pinned her against the wall.
"Easy," he crooned. He wasn't sure if he was talking to himself or to her. Draco wanted to bend her over one of those tables or spread her out beneath himself on the carpet. But, he managed to maintain a fragile control by the sheer force of his will alone. He kissed his way from her tempting sex across her quaking stomach. He stopped briefly at her bellybutton to circle it before heading to the edge of her shirt. Draco expertly flicked the buttons open. Hermione was beyond speech, beyond thought, at this moment. Draco had complete control of her body and she didn't give a damn. Draco smiled at the sight that greeted his eyes. She was wearing an equally demure bra, it was white cotton as well but adorned with a pink heart between her breasts. Luckily, it was a front catch brassiere. Draco unhooked the single catch and his mouth watered at the sight of her quivering breasts. They were well-formed and pink-tipped and Draco knew they would fit into his hands easily. "Easy," he crooned, looking up from the pale perfection of her breasts to her face. There was that look again- dazed desire.
His icy hot eyes once more settled on her chest. He stroked her right breast with the back of his hand. "Blessed be thy breasts, formed in beauty." Draco bent his head to her nipple and kissed it. Hermione inhaled sharply. He sucked her nipple into the heat of his mouth and suckled.
Draco released her right nipple and kissed his way to the left one. He pressed a kiss to the other nipple before sucking it into the heated cavern of his mouth. Her head fell back and her back arched as if she were offering up her breasts up as a sacrifice.
He finally released her breast with a smothered sigh. Draco dragged in a ragged breath. He had to shut his eyes at the sight of her swollen nipples that were just begging him for more. Instead, he took her arms by the wrist and pinned them to the wall behind her. She was naked and helpless, bound by his hands. Draco's mouth settled over hers and her lips parted eagerly for him. "Blessed be thy lips, that speak the sacred truth," he groaned against her mouth before claiming her lips. It was both a benediction and a blasphemy. His kiss was ravenous and possessive. He finally wrenched his lips from hers and flung himself away. Draco crouched against the wall as he strived to regain his control.
He wanted her so much is physically hurt not to take her. He wanted to pry open her legs and lick her until she begged him to stop. He wanted to suckle at her breasts. He wanted to sink into her - again and again and again. He couldn't remember ever being this swollen or hard. He wanted to strip off and join her skin to skin.
Hermione gradually became aware of her surroundings . She could feel the rigid wall at her back and the cool air on her exposed breasts. She heard Malfoy's heavy breathing as well as her own. She started to put her clothing to rights when Draco's voice forestalled her.
"Don't," he managed. "I want to see you." His hand sought hers, encircling her wrist and bringing her to the floor beside him. "Besides, we haven't finished."
"Finished?" she echoed dazedly.
"The kiss." He turned the page in the discarded book to another picture of the same man and woman. Only this time, she knelt before him. Her mouth was on his swollen sex and his hands were fisted in her long hair.
Hermione couldn't help but look at Draco's lap and his tented trousers. She wondered what he would look like. She'd never actually seen a man completely naked before. Her gaze settled on his eyes which were glittering in the muted light. His face was a study in both pleasure and pain. Hermione was finally going to touch her very own Greek God.
"Hermione?" he asked hoarsely.
Screwing up her courage, she murmured, "Stand up."
Draco moaned in response. He'd been holding his breath, afraid he'd pushed her too far already. He got to his feet and pressed himself against the wall for support.
He allowed her to place one of his booted feet on her lap. She deftly undid the laces and slid it off. The boots were made of dragon-hide and outrageously expensive. She was amused to see a large green 'M' on the ankles of his white socks, apparently his father monogrammed just about everything. His feet were large and pale, nearly twice the size of hers. She switched feet and made sure to tuck his socks into his boots.
She was about to bend over and kiss his feet when she looked up to meet his amused eyes. Hermione scowled at him. "Like you didn't enjoy having a Malfoy kiss your pretty little feet," he chided.
Hermione nodded. She bent over and pressed a kiss to the right foot. "Blessed be thy feet that have brought thee in the ways." Then, she kissed the left foot. His feet were like the rest of him - large and strong. Hermione was both eager and apprehensive to see another of his body parts. When she finished with his foot, her gaze traveled up his legs to the apex of his thighs.
"Skip the knees," Draco ordered. "It's time to show you the parts of me that are hard," Draco quipped, recalling their earlier conversation. He flicked open the button on his trousers. "Unzip me."
Hermione sucked in a breath. She sat up on her knees and brought her hands to the cool metal of his zipper. Draco groaned at the slight contact. She awkwardly tugged it down to reveal green satin, the material of his boxer shorts. The cloth was smooth and her finger absently brushed against it. He murmured something urgently under his breath. She sucked in air as she pulled the combined waistbands of his trousers and boxer shorts down, easing them along his thighs. He sighed in relief at finally being released from the fabric that had encased him. Hermione gaped at the tower of flesh that was revealed.
"Touch me, Hermione," he groaned. She wasn't sure if it was a plea or an order. Either way, she tentatively touched a finger to his aching shaft. It was hard and hot against her slender finger, yet the skin was soft and supple. At the base lay a halo of golden hair and swollen heavy sac underneath. Hermione encircled him then, to see if her fingers would fit around him. They did, but just barely. He moaned her name again, his hips thrusting against her reflexively. A small pearl appeared on the purple tip of his rod. Instinctively, she pressed her mouth there, licking it away. His hips moved again, wanting to thrust into her welcoming mouth. She was astonished at the mixture of salt and sweetness on her tongue. "Blessed be thy phallus, without which we would not be," she whispered.
She was about to kiss him again when Malfoy's hands hooked her under the armpits and hauled her up against his chest. Her breasts were flattened against him and his sex prodded her belly. "Finish it," he begged.
She obediently lowered her head to his breastbone and kissed him. "Blessed be thy breast, formed in strength." And then he captured her mouth, thrusting into her with his tongue as he needed to thrust into her with his shaft. She pulled her mouth from his and gasped out, "blessed be thy lips, which speak only the sacred truth."
Draco released her arms and shut his eyes, trying to reign in his lust. After he'd taken several ragged breaths, he gasped out, "Hermione, if you don't want your first time to be on the library floor, you should go."
She continued to stare at him, transfixed by his harsh beauty and his raw desire for her. Hermione was mesmerized by the effect she had on him. She had caused this beautiful young man to want her. It made her feel beautiful, powerful. . .fearful. He was so much larger than she was and much more determined.
"Hermione?" he prompted. Draco's control was hanging on by a thread. When she didn't speak, he lurched towards her, causing her to jump back and scramble down the aisle. "Go! Now," he managed to say.
Hermione Granger hurriedly snatched up her clothing and ran out of the library.
The next morning, Harry and Hermione sat together in Divination. Hermione was nervously chewing on a fingernail, her thoughts centering on Malfoy. She hadn't slept a wink last night. After she left Draco, Hermione had gone straight to the showers. Between the cool water and the separation from Draco, she'd regained control over her body. Hermione had come very close to giving him her virginity the night before. If he hadn't warned her, she would have given in. Hermione was grateful that he had been somewhat noble, even if her body had protested the decision to walk away. She wanted her first time to be perfect. She even had a plan for how it would go. She wanted to have a romantic meal, maybe some dancing, and then. . .the sex. Hermione pictured a large bed, beautiful linens, candles, and soft music. Apparently, her body would have been satisfied with a quick tumble among some rare books.
She was pulled from her thoughts by Harry who also seemed to be preoccupied. Harry was tapping his quill against the inkwell nervously - ping, ping, ping. He sat as far away from her as possible while sitting at the same table. She stifled a grin, he was probably worried she would smack him with something if he came too close. After he'd stunned the class yesterday, she'd threatened to hex him if he ever did something that outrageous again.
"Harry? Are you all right?"
"You're talking to me again?" Harry asked, pleased.
She smiled. "You know I can't stay angry with you for very long."
"And you've forgiven me?" Harry asked hopefully, turning his head to the side.
She couldn't resist that innocent look. Harry knew only too well how to get girls to do what he wanted. She'd watched him charm quite a few girls in this school with that exact same expression. "Yes, but you keep your wand where I can see it!" she reproved. She was only half-serious.
Harry skipped the obvious double entendre and obligingly placed it on the table by her elbow. He was relieved she was speaking to him again. "Here, you keep it for me." Frankly, Harry was worried that he would try another stunning charm or something equally as stupid. He was ashamed of his own reckless behavior. Anyone could have walked in the classroom and saw them kissing! If something were to happen with Hermione, he wanted to be the one who would tell Ron and Ginny. He didn't want them to hear some school gossip. Harry was still torn between Ginny and Hermione and he was no closer to making up his mind today than he was yesterday. However, his subconscious had already decided. Harry had another torrid dream about Hermione the night before. And, after viewing it, he could only hope she would still be speaking to him tomorrow.
Meanwhile, Hermione tucked his wand safely away, placing it in her pocket, beside her own. Professor Trelawney began her lesson for the day and they both pretended to be interested.
"Make sure to share each other's dreams this evening. We'll use Knockwell's Dream Codex to interpret them tomorrow. Remember, pay attention to any dark omens!" Professer Trelawney ordered just before she dismissed class.
Hermione turned to Harry. "I'm sorry, Harry, I don't have my dream bead. I didn't go to sleep last night."
"S'alright," Harry shrugged. He got to his feet and slung his book bag over his broad shoulder. He was about to turn away when she cleared her throat.
She held out his wand to him and Harry took it automatically. "Right. I need a wand for charms." He turned to leave again but she grabbed his arm. "The bead?" She held out her hand expectantly.
He reluctantly placed it in her palm. It was bright red and warm from Harry's hand.
"Want to give me a preview?" she asked curiously. She was hoping it wasn't a Quidditch dream. Or worse, a nightmare about Voldemort.
"Would I ever," Harry said hoarsely, his eyes drifting to her mouth.
Hermione's leaned forward to whisper furiously because the room was still crowded with students. "Harry, is this some kind of," she looked right and then left before she spoke. "Sex dream?"
"Not all of it," Harry said defensively, tugging at his collar.
"How am I supposed to write a dream summary on this?" she hissed.
Harry couldn't keep a wolfish grin from spreading across his face. "I don't know but you should probably charge her money to read it." He tossed her a cheeky wave before turning away.
Hermione gulped as she looked at the tiny bead. "I really hope you aren't about Ginny."
Hermione sat cross-legged on her bed. She'd performed her evening ablutions and was dressed in a pair of red cotton pajamas with little griffins on the front pocket. She had her dream catcher on her lap and was fitting Harry's bead into it. She snapped it into place and hesitantly reached over her shoulder to hang it back on its peg on the wall.
Hermione was so exhausted and knew she would have no trouble sleeping but she was worried about the dream she would have. She wondered who was the subject of Harry's amorous dream. . .was it about Ginny? About herself? She wasn't sure which of those options made her more uncomfortable. Hermione was hopelessly muddled about her feelings for Harry. Resignedly, she blew out her lamp and settled into sleep. . .
Hermione found herself in a black room. It was completely black. . .floors, walls, and ceiling - save for a white door. There was brass plate in the very center engraved with the name ' Harry Potter'. She realized that it must be the doorway to his mind. Professor Trelawney said that everyone's experience would be different so it was impossible to predict what each student would see when entering another's dream. Hermione resignedly grasped the heavy brass handle and pulled it open.
Hermione walked through the door and entered one of Professor Sprout's greenhouses. There were long tables full of various pots. Each of them contained delicate Wizard flower blossoms. She closed her eyes and inhaled the delicate perfume from the exotic flowers. All of the plants in this particular greenhouse were not only prized for their beauty but also for their magical properties. All of these plants could be used in various potions. The pollen from the Voluptuous Violets, which were nearly overflowing their containers, were used in protection spells. The Bejeweled Bluebells which were winking at her from their beds could be used to cure stomachaches. The Ostentatious Orchids, which hung from baskets, were the main ingredient in a powerful lust philter. It was one of the reasons that this particular greenhouse was off limits to students.
When Hermione bent down to smell one, she spotted Harry. He was crouched behind one of the enormous pots in the far corner. He was anxiously watching the doorway. "Harry?" she called.
Harry didn't appear to hear her.
"Harry?" she said again. Hermione walked over and stood in front of him. Still no response. "Harry?" She waved her hand in front of his face but he didn't see her. Apparently she was here to observe and not interact. Hermione made a mental note to ask Professor Trelawney about interacting with another person's dreams. And what if the person in question was a lucid dreamer and he or she possessed the ability to control dreams?
Just then, the hothouse door swung open and Draco Malfoy appeared. Hermione's jaw dropped. Harry had a sex dream about Malfoy? But no, Dream!Hermione was just behind him. Hermione gasped as she got a good look at both figures. Draco was much shorter than he really was. His hair was slicked back against his head, like it used to be when he was younger. He was dressed in his school robes but they were much too large for him. Hermione realized that this was Harry's perception of the world so ,because he didn't like Draco, he made him less appear less appealing. And Dream!Hermione was more beautiful than Hermione was. Her eyes were slightly larger and her hair fell in soft curls around her face. She was wearing a little bit of makeup too. Hermione smiled at Harry warmly - even though he couldn't see her. Harry's vision of her was slightly-idealized but she knew it was because his gaze was affectionate.
Her attention was drawn back to Malfoy and Dream!Hermione. "What are we doing here, Malfoy? You said you needed my help with an Herbology project but we're not supposed to be-"
Malfoy put an orchid blossom under her nose. Dream!Hermione inhaled deeply. "That's it, Granger, take a big whiff," he sneered.
When Dream!Hermione drew back from the flower she batted her eyelashes at Draco. "Oh, Malfoy, you suck at Quidditch and you sort of look like a ferret but I want to sleep with you."
Draco leered at her. "Orchids work every time." He yanked her forward and kissed her roughly.
Hermione laughed outright. Obviously, Harry thought Malfoy had to resort to nefarious means to get girls. She was also amused by what her dream self had said. Since when had Hermione given a damn about prowess on the Quidditch field? She giggled, while she didn't, Harry most certainly did.
She looked over at Harry and found him watching this sordid little tableau with his fists clenched. He jumped to his feet. "Let her go, Malfoy!"
"Potter!" Malfoy put Dream!Hermione behind himself and glared at Harry. "Never figured you for a voyeur."
Harry towered over Malfoy. "There's not going to be anything to see, Malfoy."
Dream!Hermione dazedly shook her head. "Harry? What happened? Why-"
"He tricked you, Hermione. He used that orchid to make you want him," Harry explained, still glaring at Malfoy.
Dream!Hermione gasped in shock. "Ostentatious Orchids? But they're used in Pure Passion Potion!" She kicked the back of Malfoy's leg and he screamed like a girl. "Malfoy, how could you?"
"Ow!" Malfoy whined. "What did you expect? I'm nothing but a rich little prat who thinks he's special."
Hermione laughed. This was clearly Harry's assessment of Draco. "Well, don't hold back, Harry, tell us how you really feel."
"Get out of here now, Malfoy," Harry said menacingly.
"What if I don't want to?" Draco snarled.
Harry balled up his fist and Malfoy's eyes widened in fright before he pushed past Harry and ran out of the greenhouse.
Hermione rolled her eyes. "That's it? You threaten to hit him and he runs?"
"Hermione, are you okay?" Harry asked solicitously.
"Yes, I-I think so," Dream!Hermione answered. She looked up at Harry with watery eyes. "I had no idea he was so. . .so. . horrible." She flung herself into his could think of many terms to describe Malfoy but 'horrible' wasn't one of them.
"It's all right, Hermione," Harry soothed as he smoothed her hair. "He'll never touch you again."
"Not if I have anything to say about it," Hermione said dryly.
Dream!Hermione ran her hand through Harry's tousled hair. "Harry, I never realized how incredibly handsome you are. I want to be more than your friend - much more. But wait a minute. . .we can't." She gave a deep sigh. "What about Ginny? And Ron?"
"It's all right, Hermione. I broke up with Ginny this morning and she found a cute new boyfriend already. And Ron doesn't mind at all." Harry pulled her closer, his mouth seeking hers.
Hermione shook her head. "And that was the sitcom solution to our problems."
"Harry, I'm so glad I waited for you." Dream!Hermione kissed him then.
Harry shrugged off his robe and threw it on the mossy floor and pulled her to the ground with him. They just held each other as Harry smoothed Dream!Hermione's hair. Harry was so gentle and tender with her that it made Hermione smile. But soon, the atmosphere became charged with that sexual attraction that arched between them like lightning.
"Hermione, let me show you. . .teach you. . ." Harry muttered against her mouth as he lowered her to the earth. His hands tugged impatiently at his own clothes. Harry pulled open his shirt, scattering the buttons to the far ends of the room.
Hermione's breath caught as she watched him. While Draco was pale and smooth, Harry was tanned and rugged. Draco's hair. . .all of it. . .was blond and silky. Harry's was dark and crisp. Hermione held onto the table for support as she watched herself succumb to Harry's seduction. He wasn't as practiced or smooth as Draco but he was passionate and considerate. His hands were callused from years of practice at the Pitch, yet he softly stroked her skin. Harry bared her breasts and then bent to nuzzle them with a reverence that stunned her. He gazed at her as if she were the most beautiful thing he'd ever seen. The real Hermione was having trouble standing and he hadn't even touched her.
Dream!Hermione writhed under him, uttering soft sighs as he suckled at her breasts. His hand drifted under her skirt and her movements became more intense. "Harry!" she pleaded.
Harry lifted his mouth from her breasts reluctantly and pulled at his belt buckle. He deftly unzipped his trousers and then bent over Dream!Hermione purposefully. "Are you sure want this, Hermione?" He cupped her face in his hands.
"Yes, Harry, I want this - I want you."
"Then take me," Harry groaned as he released himself from his trousers.
Hermione was disappointed that her view was obscured by Dream!Hermione's legs and then ashamed of herself for watching. Is it voyeurism if the person you're watching is yourself? She tried to look away but couldn't.
By now, Harry had entered her. There were tears in Dream!Hermione's eyes and he kissed them away. "I'm so sorry I had to hurt you, Hermione."
She kissed his mouth and gave a startled gasp of pleasure as he moved against her. "It's okay, Harry, just don't stop."
And there, among the flowers, Harry deflowered her. His face was beatific as he closed his eyes and let himself glory in the pleasure of her body. Hermione wet her suddenly dry lips. Harry started to say a syllable of her name each time he drove into her. "Her-mi-o-ne. . .Her-mi-o-ne," he chanted. "Her-mi-
"O-ne!" Each syllable was punctuated by a sharp rap on the door of her bedroom. "Her-mi-o-ne!"
Hermione's eyes snapped open. "Bloody hell," she muttered. It was morning already.
"Hermione? Are you in there? Do I need to send a search and rescue squad?" Ron called cheerfully. "You're going to come down to breakfast with us if I have to break down the door and carry you."
"Um, I'll be right there, Ron!" she called. After a cold shower.