Draco woke up to a splitting headache. He groaned, not daring to open his eyes. His mouth was dry as sandpaper, and even his skin felt uncomfortably stretched everywhere as it touched the fabric of the bedcover on his legs, stomach and shoulders. ' Merlin, am I naked?' The thought of nakedness triggered a sensual memory of the night. Rough kisses, his robes torn away, the feeling of a wet and tight hole around his cock. The reminiscing was so intense that his member came to readiness in mere seconds. ' Huh, my dick seems to remember in more details. Do penises have their own memory? Got to ask Hermione that-' his brain caught up, the name causing waves of images to crash over him. "Fuck! I had drugged sex with Hermione Granger!" he cursed loudly, sitting up with a start. After the room stopped spinning, he looked around -only to find that he was alone in it. Hermione was nowhere in sight, the other side of the bed cold. ' Oh, no! She's gone.' A nagging feeling of dread spread in Draco. Not that he was opposed to sex with Hermione; the case was quite the opposite. She was intelligent, fierce and not afraid to talk back. In short: Everything the pureblood-wife his father had always pictured for him in his youth wasn't . And everything he craved for. On top of it, she was beautiful. Not drop-dead-beautiful like Astoria Greengrass; more the kind of beauty that enchanted, that sparkled from within, that became more and more apparent the longer one looked at it. But it was the circumstances under which the sex had happened in that made his stomach turn: Hermione was a woman he planned to seduce and be seduced by, to play an equal game with her before they slept with each other. This decision was taken from her, from both of them, actually. Draco remembered that he had not been in command of his own actions anymore, like he was imperiused by his own desires. The thought how that bastard of Quidditch player had his hands all over her in the evening before made Draco feel sick. Anger boiled in him that Krum hadn't even noticed that Hermione wasn't herself and would surely have taken advantage of her weakened state. ' But was I better?' Setting his feet on the dark wooden floor, he immediately wanted to search for the woman he undoubtedly experienced more orgasms with than with any other witch in one night. Scowling at his growing erection and smelling the scent of mind-blowing sex all over him, he decided that he had to shower first. -DHDHDHDHDHDH- The discovery that their blood samples had vanished from his bedside table, forced Draco to assume Hermione had taken them into testing. Or one of the house-elves had turned into a vampire. When he stepped into her lab, freshly showered and feeling just a bit sore in certain areas (some bits were simply not made to be used that often in a row), he discovered Hermione bent over a microscope - he made Jackie explain to him some of the muggle devices, because he didn't want to appear too pureblood in Hermione's company. Hesitating, he pondered how to address her. How does one start a conversation with the war heroine he had explosive, fantastic -and drug influenced- sex with through the night? ' I should send an owl to Azkaban to ask Father this special question.' "I can hear the wheels turning beneath that annoyingly perfect blond hair of yours!" The witch spoke into the quiet, her face not leaving the microscope. ' She just had to take control, didn't she?' He cleared his throat. "But here you imply that I actually am in possession of a brain!" he teased back and felt the tension in him uncoiling. She wasn't angry or ashamed about what happened- right? "Listen, Granger-" "Oh, it's Granger again? Because I'm quite sure it was 'Hermione' you were shouting while we were shagging until our bones turned to pudding." She didn't sound insulting when she said it; more challenging. "About that… I don't regret that we had sex per se, don't get me wrong. But-" he started. And was interrupted again. "The circumstances were far from ideal, I know. It wasn't the way I imagined it, either." ' She imagined us having sex? Interesting…' Draco thought. "Exactly. I am aware that the drug made us do things we possibly wouldn't have done sober. No, don't interrupt me again, little witch-" he stopped her as she opened her mouth, his voice tingling with an edge of gentle command. "But we both know the dynamics between us have changed a great deal since our school days. And don't even try to deny that." She wouldn't dream of it. Especially when he stepped closer to her, his lithe form towering over her in her office chair. He put his arms on the rests beside her body and leaned down, his grey eyes boring into her brown ones. "I am nothing but a silly muggleborn. Who am I to contradict the great Draco Malfoy?" It was difficult for her to keep her voice sarcastic and her head clear with his close proximity and his intoxicating scent surrounding her.
"What you are, Hermione Granger, is the woman I ask out for dinner tonight." When she frowned, he was sure it was because of the events from the previous night. ' Perhaps she wanted to go with this forsaken Quidditch player and I interrupted them?' But he buried that thought fast, as he was convinced there had been a spark of attraction between them before. "I don't think that's a good idea." His shoulders dropped and it occurred to Hermione that she had chosen the wrong words. "What about this: You come to my home at seven-ish, and I cook for you? This way we can discuss what happened between us without the threat of being troubled or eavesdropped by the press." He gave her a smile-an actual smile, not a smirk- as an answer, and the underlying sexual tension that hung in the air before developed into something sweeter. Feeling like a nervous schoolboy - not that he had ever felt like that while in Hogwarts (being trained to be a murderer tend to erase that from the daily agenda) (bedding girls excluded)- he leaned down and pressed a short and chaste kiss on her lips. ' Oh no, I'm blushing! He very nearly fucked my brain out, and now I feel shy after an innocent kiss!' To cover her slip, she began to inform him about her findings as he withdrew his face. "As you guessed correctly, I came here after I woke up. I started testing our samples first thing this morning." "I second that. We need to find out what these bastards have done to us and, perhaps, other people. But could you really use the blood? I don't remember you casting a stasis charm to preserve them." ' On the other side, that could be because I was drugged and dick-driven while that delectable ass swayed in front of me, begging to be touched,' he pondered as an afterthought; he, luckily, didn't say it aloud. Hermione gave him a nearly Slytherin grin. "To prevent further incidents like that one with Jackie, I updated the vials a bit. They now consist of a special unbreakable glass we use in muggle labs and an in-built stasis-charm." Draco was astonished. "You really are back, aren't you? That's bloody inspiring!" "Thanks. But aren't you curious to know what I found in the samples? Let me explain something first. I already told you that I experienced drugged coitus once before, and that was when we became a bit daring on a field trip with my university to South America. We were there to explore certain medicinal uses of Erythroxylum coca, the coca plant. Let's just say things got a little bit out of hand, and a few naked people were involved, okay?" Draco nodded politely, while his dick wanted to take over again, forcing a blood inequality in his body. He shrugged his shoulders to clear his thoughts and listened to Hermione again. "Funny enough, it felt quite similar like last night. So when I woke up, I had a feeling that it was cocaine, or something like that, we were influenced by." She didn't feel compelled to describe how she woke up: Draco spooning her and one of his legs between hers, his morning wood prominently prodding at her entrance. She really felt tempted to wake him then. Or, precisely: her inner slut did. Though she wanted to make sure that their systems were cleared before she slept with him again. And again being the key word, her inner slut clapping happily to this realisation. "Before I could run the tests, I went over to my muggle workplace to get a bit of cocaine we keep for medicinal research there. I tested back and forth, and voilà: there is, indeed, mostly cocaine in our samples. I strongly suspect that we can name two of at least three components in Morgana's Touch now." "Though, something doesn't add up." Draco's brows were furrowed. "Neither you nor I started firing hexes around, meaning we didn't experience phase three of the drug." "You discovered a valid point there." Hermione knew Draco was a brilliant Auror, his quick-thinking and sharp intelligence, along with his skilled magical abilities, were responsible for that. "And that's where your work obligations come in. Aside from the cocaine, I found a very small percentage of THC in there and a scarce amount of something else I couldn't identify yet, presumably the very substance responsible for the magical high. The concentration of cocaine was highly adapted to our personal weight and body functions. Enough to make us high, but not enough to let us experience phase three or cause the, otherwise, typical down after the consummation of many drugs." Draco nearly choked at the realisation. "Shit, we were picked personally. Someone wanted us drugged, you and me." "Exceeds Expectations, Mr. Malfoy." Hermione had come to the same conclusion, only thirty seconds before Draco had come to her lab. "I have work to do, it seems!" With these words, he eagerly walked towards the door. But then he stopped and turned to her again, his expression slightly panicked. "Uh, Hermione? Something occurred to me just this morning… is there a chance that our… encounter will have some life-altering consequences in the future?" He absolutely didn't want to tell her that it was after he had jacked off in the shower to the thoughts of her around him, and his come trickled over his hands, that they had probably forgotten to cast a Contraceptive Charm. She rolled his eyes at him. That was somehow sweet, but - ' Wizards !'. "I am a doctor, Draco. Do you really think I'd forget that? I'm on the pill AND, for good measure, cast a Morning-After Charm. Moreover, I am healthy and checked your blood sample for STIs. Your blood is as pure as your father made you believe it." Ignoring the jab on his upbringing, Draco asked, "What's an STI?" "Sexually transmitted infections. Honestly, a thorough Sex Ed would do wonders to young witches and wizards!"
There was exactly one thing in the kitchen Hermione excelled at: Making lasagne. And that was what she prepared for dinner with Draco, along with a salad. "Isn't your gourmet tongue disgusted at the prospect of this simple meal?" Hermione inquired when he helped himself to a second slice. "Yes, but I've been taught how to behave, and that's why I'm holding back," he deadpanned, and she stuck out her tongue. "In reality, I've been eaten tons of lasagne before. Being best friends with Blaise does that to a man." She chuckled at the thought of the two aristocratic wizards in an exclusive dining room - stuffing their bellies with lasagne. "What's 'the Italian stallion' up to now? Chasing skirts all over Europe?" Now it was Draco's turn to laugh. "You're close. He manages the potions branch of my family company quite successfully. And, if he doesn't lie to me, he really utilises his trips all around the world to get his international taste of witches." "But he isn't responsible for the entire business? Who is, then?" She was quite curious who had the verve of conducting a business empire as big as the Malfoy's. "My mother is." He raised a confrontational eyebrow. "Surprised?" "No, not really."Slytherin or not, Narcissa Malfoy had shown bravery worthy of a Gryffindor to protect her son, and Hermione always appreciated that in her. "I always pegged her as an intelligent and devious woman who waited for her reasonable chance to take the reins. What about your father?" He visibly tensed. Not because she had asked, but because the subject was still a touchy one for him and his mother. "Rotting in Azkaban." The conversation ceased for a minute or so, and his voice was full of emotions as Draco resumed talking. "The day my father was sent to a lifelong penalty was a liberation impact for my mother. She started renovating the manor the day after and moved out into her own cottage when she finished that. She said she wanted to erase the dark memories from the house, but that it wasn't her place to refill it with happy ones." Hermione nodded. That made sense to her. "What about you?" "I'm the heir. It's my obligation to live in Malfoy Manor and continue the legacy. My relationship to Father is highly troubled, as you can guess. I understand, to some point, he did what he believed what was best for the family. But most things he did were in favour of his personal power, putting my mother's life, and mine, on the line." He felt oddly comforted to tell the brunette the things which plagued him for so long. "For example, allowing you to be forced to take the Dark Mark?" The witch suggested carefully. "Partly. I would lie to the world -and myself- if I denied I wanted that snake on my arm and in my head on some point. As you know, the hunger for power and the trend to insanity lies in both of my lineages." Hermione recognised the hint to a conversation that seemed ages away now. "And your decision to become an Auror? Your personal path to Canossa?" He couldn't help but smile. "You're testing my history knowledge now? Don't forget, I grew up with a library full of original manuscripts. But, yes, the job is part of my redemption. Though, I didn't calculate I'd be so good at it." "And we welcome back the arrogant prat-part of Draco Malfoy. Where have you been, old boy?" Her comment eased the heaviness their conversation procured. The rest of the dinner was spent in amicable chatter and banter, lacking the malicious drifts it possessed in their younger years. He brought a Cabernet Sauvignon. They had already refilled their glasses when they settled down on her couch next to each other, the case files spread on the coffee table. "What were you working on?" Draco pointed to the opened book that showed colourful figures of the human brain. "On Harry's case, and how it connects to the regular consummates of Morgana's touch. And I might have found something, however, I have to cross-check it with a wizarding library." "Of course you have to." The wizard gazed at Hermione, curious about the findings of her brilliant mind. "The arrogance of wizards is really unbelievable. There's essentially been two wars caused by blood-supremacy, but the Ministry hasn't invest one Galleon to research where the magic actually lies within us." Her inner slut screamed at her ' You know where HIS magic lies- and, boy, can he use his magic stick for pleasurable things. '
"But you did the research?" He was impressed, again. "It's more a basic theory. This structure on the underside of the brain is the hypothalamus, and it controls functions such as hunger, thirst, the circadian rhythm, and attachment behaviours. In short, the basic functions of the mammals." "Is magic a basic function?" Draco asked, and Hermione was taken aback by his quick perception. "It would made sense. We are born with it. It is affected by our emotions, good and bad. And we can draw a connection to the THC." Her statement made him raise his eyebrows, questioning. "The lateral hypothalamus is known to have a high density of a certain receptor; a docking station for specific substances, if you will, which causes specific reactions in the following neurons. You know what neurons are, don't you?" Draco rolled his eyes. "I happen to own one or two nerve-cells, thank you very much." "The described receptor happens to be sensitive for THC and one of the body's own cannabinoids. It plays an important role in learning, memory, appetite and stress response." "Our body produces its own cannabis?" "Mmh, yes. The higher concentration of THC sort of overloads the receptors, and this results in the typical symptoms of cannabis use; giddiness, lowered inhibition et cetera. The cannabinoid-receptors have seemingly conflicting impacts, but my conclusion is this: The THC works as an opener in the part of the brain where the magic lies; a primer for the following cocaine and our cryptic substance. The cocaine raises the level of activity in the hypothalamus and is responsible for changing the hormonal level in connection with other parts of the hormonal system." "THC is the door opener, the cocaine pushes the magic-residency of the brain and makes horny as a comfortable side effect. Why is that?" "That's the kernel of the brute. Our substance X is one that can either boost the magic along with a high or drain the brain of it totally. Whereas it's the former case for the addicts, it was the latter for Harry. I presume he went to all phases of the drug use, but for some reason, his brain was sent into a sudden and nearly complete erase of residing magic instead of the high. And that short-circuited his brain, sending him into a coma." On an impulse, Draco cupped her face with his hands and smacked a kiss on her lips, laughing at her expression -which had changed from lecturing-mode into befuddled in one, short moment. "What was that for?" "For being your ingenious self! Don't argue." "I wouldn't dare." She gathered her wits again, still elated at his sweet gesture. "As I said, I need to cross-check with some other books, but I think I can search for a potion, spell, or something that could recharge Harry's magic a bit. Enough for him to wake up, at least. The rest will restore itself, I hope. And there are some points that I need to find out: for example why there is no trace of THC in Harry's, or our, samples, but in the one you snatched from Georgie." "I am absolutely sure that you will find an explanation," Draco encouraged the brunette. They both followed their own train of thoughts for a minute or two, silence filling the room except for the occasional sipping of wine. Then, Draco suddenly spoke. "I have to say it now, before it kills me: I understand if you want to press charges against me." He spilled out the thought that had troubled him since he woke up. "After all, I made use of you in a state where I knew you'd be inhibited." There, it was out now. Hermione's eyes widened in surprise. "You can't be serious. Draco=. We both were inhibited. Our blood count proves that. And while we certainly rushed things a bit with last night, it was not something I was forced to do. But this wasn't rape. It was consensual, what happened between us. It isn't a problem that we had sex, Draco, as we both felt a strong attraction towards the other before." She had pondered over the thought the entire day. "What frightens me is not that our inhibitions were lowered, or that I've been intimate with a handsome and intelligent wizard I happen to know on his worst and best since I've been eleven…" The man in question was impressed at her ability to compartmentalise, something not many women were willing to do when it came to sex. Of course, he felt humbled at Hermione's thinly veiled compliments. "I'm more worried about what could have happened had you not come for me. I was this short of giving into Viktor's advances." She held up her thumb and index in close vicinity. "And though he and I have a past of intimacy, I'm not sure if I wouldn't have rejected him sober." "Let me sum this up to see if I got it right, yes? You're basically okay that we had sex, but, in general, angry and concerned that someone brought you - us- to this state," Draco voiced. "Yes, you've got it covered." Hermione nodded her head. "Now all we need to do is identify the dealers, the person who drugged us, find the remaining ingredients of Morgana's Touch, and wake up Harry Potter." Despite the situation, he smirked. "That's sounds about like a regular Hogwarts year to you, doesn't it?" His words elicited a smile on her face. "Quite fitting. Though it's more a mix of first year with all the riddles we have to solve step by step and a criminal to hunt like in third." The blond challenged her subtly. "Hermione Granger for beginners, then?" "You have to pass the test for the advanced course, cutie, and your father can't buy you in this time." He was mature enough to see the idiocy of their youth and laughed loudly at her quip."Oh, I'll see to pass this test," he mumbled under his breath, still chuckling and relieved that they cleared things up between them. The continued working on discussing suspects for the drug dealing for about two hours, to no success. The bottle of wine was still half full, and they had switched to water, determined to keep themselves sober.
"What's wrong? You're sitting so tense," Draco noticed when Hermione rubbed her neck for the third time in ten minutes. "My neck feels like stone. I always get that from spending too much time in the lab bent over analytical machines. And my lower back. And, strangely, my feet also hurt." Draco knew where the latter aches came from: arching the back many times over to get their private parts closer together and tiptoeing while being taken against a wall from behind. But Malfoys knew when to keep quiet. Instead he placed his own hands on her neck, turning her back towards him and rubbed circles over the muscles below her skull. "Here?" he asked, and applied a bit more pressure with his fingers. Her eyes fluttered close and she sighed. "Yes, exactly there. Harder, please." Draco didn't know whether it was her double-meaning words or the quiet moan that escaped her lips when he followed her instructions, but his cock twitched, appreciating. He noticed how Hermione relaxed under his fingers, the tension lessening in her posture. Now he wanted her naked under him on a bed. Not in this way, of course. Well, not at first. "Is there a chance that you are in possession of massage oil?" "Mmmh." She answered positive. "What do you think about a body massage?" He tried to sound casual. Hadn't her brain turned to mush already? Because- ' Gods, his hands are divine !' -she would have heard a bit of excitement. But all she could produce was, "Sounds fantastic. My bed?" Somewhere deep in her conscious, the relaxed slut mumbled ' You invited Draco Malfoy into your bed! Get up and enjoy that!' Her eyes half-lidded, she got up from the couch, took Draco's hand in hers and accioed the massage oil from the bathroom. Leading him to her bedroom, she asked, "Clothes off?" and her lips turned into a contempt smile. "Well, yes. Fully clothed, the oil would leave awful stains that the house-elves would need hours to get rid of." "The house-elf-card. Well played, Slytherin. A simple 'take off your clothes for me' would have done the trick." With that, she stripped down to her underwear and laid on her stomach, her head resting on her pillow. It all happened so fast Draco could hardly blink. Admiring her female form, he got out of his trousers, socks and shirt, leaving him only in his deep green boxers. When he was about to climb on the bed, Hermione threw a mischievous glance over her shoulder, resting a bit longer on the place where his cock silhouetted against the fabric. "Slytherin green, seriously? A snake through and through!" "I could say the same about your house loyalty." He barely traced the outline of her red panties on the small of her back and saw how her eyes closed again. "Though you make more of a purring panther right now." "Oh, if you don't start with that promised massage, I'm turning in a tackling lioness soon." Draco sniggered to himself- ' Either ways, she has all the right arguments to make me a cat-person. '-and poured the oil on her back, in the small hollow of her spine. Hermione gave a small shiver upon contact from the cold liquid, which instantly turned into a deep moan when his hands spread the oil on her back and kneaded the tensed muscles there. He kneeled beside her torso as he pressed and rolled her back into a relaxed state again. Draco worked wonders on her while he travelled his hands from the lower back to the shoulders, alternating big circles with selective pressure of his fingers and stroking movements with the heels of his hands. Hermione's brain had long gone on vacation when he stopped somewhere in the middle on her back, which he had spared until now. "May I open your bra? It's kind of hindering. Only if you're alright with it." He desperately wanted to have her agreement on every step he made towards her after the night that was behind them. "Yes, as long as you don't stop." Her voice was husky when she gave her permission. With a practised move, Draco opened the clasp of the equally red balconette bra and slipped the straps from her shoulders. She lifted her upper body to pull it away from under her, giving him an arousing view from sideways on her breasts. They looked heavy with wide areolas as signs of her relaxation - and were enough to give him an erection. To distract himself, he resumed his actions on her skin. Remembering that her feet ached, too, he took one of them in his hands. Hermione didn't even try to quiet her sounds of approval as he concentrated on the underside. Inwardly, her brain regained a bit of consciousness, realising that she sounded outright lusting when he finished with the second foot. He spread her legs a bit then, just enough to make it possible for him to kneel between them. Draco worked on both legs parallel, administering perfectly timed circles on her calves and the back of her knees. When he arrived at her thighs, the touches became a bit lighter, more carressing. Hermione felt downright horny. ' I wonder if he can smell my arousal from where he sits.' His fingers inched higher towards her centre now, and she could definitely feel dampness there. When she heard his breathing get heavier, he stopped. A protesting sound from Hermione caused him to chuckle lowly, and even more so when her grumble changed into an excited sigh as he poured fresh oil on her back, directly over her remaining underwear. Draco distributed the liquid with his fingers, the tips reaching around her hips. What she did next prompted his heart to pump more blood to his length; she lifted her bum, explaining: "The oil already made everything wet underneath, might as well get rid of it." Stunned, he hooked his thumbs under the sides of the panties and pulled them down. He had to get up to fully dispose of them and, not wasting any time, his own boxers. Now fully naked, he took up his position between her legs and spread them a little further than before. He stretched both of his hands over her ass cheeks, questioning her, "Am I allowed to go on?" She bucked her bum against his hands as an answer, bringing his hard-on in the softest of contact to her folds. Both gasped at the sudden touch -her because she was pleasantly surprised at his naked and erect member, and him because of her obvious signs of her aroused state glistening on his glands. He couldn't remember when he had been this aroused by a woman, and he didn't even touch her lady bits. Draco massaged her cheeks with the perfect pressure to let her squirm, his fingers slowly approaching her folds. "Do you like that?" he inquired. "What do you think?" was her breathy answer. "I think-" while speaking, he rested his hands at the apex of her thighs, and slid his thumbs into her cunt, relishing in the wanton noise he received as a reaction. "-that you are dripping on your sheets." Draco slid his thumbs out and in again, this time going deeper and closed the rest of his fingers around the perfect rounds of her behind. The bucking of her hips against him was his sweet reward. "Am I deducing, correctly, that you were okay with more?" He wanted her, more than any other witch before. She was so responsive, warm and wet from the massage oil and his touches, that he shivered in anticipation. p!"I can't believe that I'm saying this, but: Less talking, more action, Malfoy!" Hermione wriggled her bum invitingly and without further comment, Draco slid one arm around her hips to lift her lower half up and onto him and positioned
his now throbbing cock at her entrance. She was so slick that he met not the slightest resistance when he slid into her. Fully sheathed, he had to still for a moment to recollect himself, because he didn't want to come with the first thrust like a teenager at his first time. When he started to move within her, he did so leisurely, slowly and relishing. Using his hands to dictate the rhythm, he felt like in heaven and, judging by the sounds she made, she did, too. Suddenly, Hermione spoke. "Let's move, yes? I want to look into your eyes when you're coming." He happily obliged, a warmth settling in him that was not caused by their lustful encounter. Draco pulled himself out and helped her turn around. Hermione was on her back now, her legs spread to welcome him between them. He lowered himself on her, penetrating again and cradling her head in his hands. Their lips met in a deep and meaningful kiss, their tongues chasing each other. A delighted sigh rang from her mouth when he started entering her again and again. She was caged by him, her whole vision consisting of his face and the burning ice of his eyes. Resting his forehead on hers, their noses deliberately touching, he thrusted faster, threatening to fall through the veil that separated him from what the French called ' petite mort' . Her moans regained a new quality when she wrapped her legs around his waist, slightly changing the angle of their copulation. The delicious sound threw him over the brink of his orgasm. When his cock started to convulse, he whispered: "Look at me, Hermione." The expression of absolute ecstasy she discovered in him, the jerking movements of his hips when he spend himself in her, all that triggered Hermione's own release, which she cried out in form of his name. Post-orgasmic bliss settled in after they regained their breathing, and Draco pulled his flaccid member out of her. Not bothering to care that the fluids of their passionate encounter dripped on the sheets and mingled with sweat and the remnants of the massage oil, Draco spooned Hermione tight, his arms settling comfortably around her. "That was…" He lacked adequate words; fantastic, earth-shattering, intense? "Much better than on drugs. Though that's hard to believe," she finished for him. "Stop interrupting me, my bossy little witch," he mumbled in her ear, biting her earlobe with his front teeth lightly to underline his message. "Don't complain. You love being bossed around by Hermione Granger." And he did that, indeed. With this realisation, he fell into a peaceful, satisfied slumber.