Hermione was mortified. The memory of what she'd said and done while under the influence of the love potion disturbed her immensely. She couldn't even pinpoint the moment her mindset shifted. She'd been studying intensely in the library since dinner. And Malfoy had been in a completely different part of the library. She hadn't even been aware that he was in there until she was straddling him and drowning in his scent. For some reason that stood out to her. He smelled really fucking good.
She doesn't necessarily feel like any of her memories are missing. And she doesn't recall feeling imperiused. She does recall the utter need, the desperation for him. She was consumed by it. She one hundred percent would have sucked him off if he'd let her. She was grateful for his restraint. It could have been worse.
But she was angry that he'd even told her to get on her knees in the first place. What a fucking asshole. And mortified that she'd obeyed with such enthusiasm. The whole situation was so embarrassing.
She hadn't told any of her friends about it yet. She was left with a million unanswered questions. Who had dosed her? Were both she and Malfoy the intended targets? Or was it a mistake? What was the goal? She'd gone over the possibilities with Mcgonagall the night before, Pince hadn't seen anything. Malfoy hadn't seen anything. Pomfrey was sure he was as innocent as Hermione was, based on his actions when he brought her to the hospital.
She had no answers. And no time to waste worrying about it today. She had essays, quizzes, lectures to attend. She was determined to achieve the highest marks on her NEWTS and that required uninterrupted focus on her studies.
She swiped on some mascara and fluffed up her curls in the mirror, determined to give it no more thought or energy. At least until after classes today. She picked up her robe and flipped it over her shoulders, then gathered her bag and wand and made her way down to breakfast.
Ron was waiting for her in the common room. He grinned as she approached him. "Good morning." She said, giving him a small smile.
"Morning, beautiful." He pulled her in for a kiss, which she returned halfheartedly. She should tell him about last night. He'll be pissed. But they have classes with slytherins today and she doesn't want to risk Malfoy bringing it up out of spite. He fucking would do that.
Ron took her hand and led her out of the common room, toward breakfast. She stopped him as she climbed through the portrait hole behind him. "Listen, I have to tell you something that you're not going to like." She pulled him aside in the corridor. She just needed to get it over with.
She looked around, making sure they were alone. Ron watched her cautiously. "Tell me already, you're worrying me." He held her upper arms in his hands, bending down slightly to listen to her.
She took a breath, "ok, really please don't be too upset. We're working with the headmistress to find out who did it..." he made a face encouraging her to get to the point. "I was dosed with a love potion last night."
Ron's faced screwed up in confusion. Then anger. He slid his hands down her arms and grasped her palms "What the fuck? How? What happened? Who?"
She hurried to share enough details to calm him down, "I don't know who did it. Or how. But I... well... I kissed Malfoy. It wasn't him! I promise. He actually recognized that something was wrong and took me to madam Pomfrey who got me an antidote immediately. Then she took us back to the library to discuss it with Pince and Mcgonagall. And everything's fine." She blurted it all out in one breath, gripping his hands tightly.
"That fucking ferret. He must have had something to do with it. I'll kill him." Ron turned, dragging her behind him with one hand as he headed down the corridor.
"No! Ron I swear it wasn't him." She pulled back as hard as she could to get him to turn around. "I know it wasn't. Please. He helped me. I promise."
"How are you sure it wasn't him? You get dosed with a love potion and then he just automatically thinks 'oh, granger is kissing me, I'd better do the altruistic thing and get her to the hospital'?" Ron says angrily. Then he stops, quirking a brow, "well, I mean I guess it's obvious that if you're kissing him then you're not in your right mind." He gave an unamused laugh. "But Malfoy is anything but altruistic."
She nodded up at him "We were both interrogated thoroughly. Mcgonagall is aware of the situation and investigating. She also doesn't think it was him. I just wanted to tell you now, you were out late at quidditch and I didn't get a chance to talk last night. I'm just... it was a mortifying situation. I don't want it to get out. But I think you should know it." She placed her hand on his chest and squeezed his hand reassuringly.
"Damn right I should know it." He said, still angry. He wrapped both arms around her waist then, and pulled her close. "Are you ok, though? That's all that happened?" He asked with a concerned gaze. He reached up and brushed her hair behind her ear.
She nodded again, holding his waist. "Yes, I'm fine." She hugged him close, resting her cheek on his chest. "Let's go eat before breakfast is over." She pulled back and let him hold her hand as they walked down to the great hall.
Draco finished off his tea and stood from the table. He'd eaten a quick breakfast, intending to make it to class early to review his notes before the quiz he knew there would be. He was surprised he hadn't walked into the great hall to suspicious glares from all the gryffindors. Potter and the she-weasel were at their table being disgustingly affectionate, but they paid him no mind at all. She must not have told them then...
He ran into her as he was exiting and she was entering the great hall with the orange headed imbecile attached to her like some kind of co-dependent parasite. The hate radiating off of the weasel told him that she had definitely told him. Probably even just moments before. Draco smirked, looking Granger up and down suggestively. He did it to taunt Potter's sidekick, but he could admit that she did look good today. Her eyes seemed to stand out more, her lashes longer or something. And her hair was less bushy and more sexy than usual. His grin turned feral as he remembered the feel of her tits pressed against him.
Weasley lunged at him but Granger put both her hands on his chest, holding him back. "Ron, don't. I told you it wasn't him." She hissed quietly at him, looking around anxiously. So she didn't want it to get out.
Draco found little satisfaction in actively trying to be an arse these days. But there was something about the weasel that couldn't help but inspire him. "I mean, it was my throat she stuck her tongue down, but no, it wasn't my fault." He smirked as Weasley cocked his fist and Granger scrambled for control.
She shot a disgusted look his way, "fuck off, Malfoy." She attempted indifference.
He couldn't stop it, his mouth just shot these things off on its own. "Oof, that mouth was dirtier last night, Granger." He winked at her and turned away, a new spring in his step as he replayed the white hot rage that flashed in her eyes.
Whoever was behind the incident last night will be sorely disappointed that he wasn't a bit ruffled by it. Weasley seemed to be the most affected. Maybe he was the intended target all along.
"Hm." Draco stopped in his tracks as the thought occurred to him. Then he shrugged and grinned. Even better.
Weeks passed without incident. McGonagall never informed him of any updates and Granger didn't speak to him at all. Weasley was extra possessive of his girlfriend which seemed to slightly annoy her and entertained Draco immensely.
He slipped his hands in his grey sweatpants pockets and strolled leisurely to the potions lab. The NEWTS students were brewing a complicated potion that needed consistent attention every seven hours for seven consecutive days. He'd timed it so he didn't have to wake up at an ungodly hour on a Saturday to check on it. But that meant he had to stay up late.
He wasn't surprised that the lab was occupied, at least fifteen other students had the same potion to brew. But he was surprised that it was only her.
She didn't notice him at first. She set the charm to stir the potion at the precise speed and angle and then tucked her wand in the messy bun that rested on the very top of her head. It was adorable.
She was wearing extremely short and tight black shorts and a big white sweatshirt that said Oxford in a dark collegiate font across the chest. She turned from her cauldron and bent over to get something from a lower shelf behind her and Draco's mind went completely blank as he stared at her backside. The shorts barely covered it, little was left to the imagination.
He stepped up behind her and reached out to feel it but she stood and turned just as he palmed her right cheek. "Oh! Wha... Malfoy!" She dropped the container she was holding in surprise as he squeezed her arse and pulled her flush against him.
"Mmm, fuck you smell good." He groaned as he grasped her neck with his other hand and began sucking under her ear. She tried shoving him back, but he pressed her against the shelves.
"Malfoy, stop it, what are you...?" He cut her off as he kissed her, swallowing her protests. He felt her try and reach up to her hair for her wand so he took her wrists in one hand and pinned them above her head, mouth moving back to her neck.
"You can't fucking tease me like that, Granger." He breathed out in between kisses. "Give me a taste and then leave me unsatisfied... taunting me in classes... short skirts... curls..." she had been taunting him, hadn't she? She wouldn't talk to him, but he'd catch her staring often. Up from those doe eyes, those thick lashes, just like she had on her knees for him.
She couldn't move her arms so she attempted to kick him away. He caught her under the knee and lifted it up around his hip, pressing his erection right into the warm apex of her thighs. She gasped at the contact and he took advantage of her open mouth. She seemed to open wide for him for a brief moment. And he grinned at the victory. He gripped the shelf behind her for stability and rocked into her, his cock straining, begging to be rid of these clothes, her shorts were barely a deterrent. He was half inside her already.
Suddenly his arms and legs snapped together rigidly. He tipped backward and slammed to the floor. She stood above him with her wand pointed down at him. He must have relaxed his grip on her arms too much. She looked flustered, her neck covered in his love bites, she adjusted the crotch of her spandex shorts and pulled her shirt down. If he could move he would have crawled to her, begged her to take those shorts off. To put him out of his misery. His dick throbbed with unsatisfied need.
She kept her wand out and looked around the room, she went to the door and looked out before closing it tightly. Then she conjured a small glowing otter and whispered to it, sending it through the door.
She walked back to him. Her legs were so smooth, and tan. The slight jiggle of her thighs when she took each step was driving him insane. Usually her thighs were covered up by skirts, stockings, robes. He never got to see them. He wanted to lick them.
"I'm going to lift the spell for a moment. If you come at me, I'll petrify you again." She threatened. "Pomfrey and Mcgonagall are on their way. So don't try anything." She added. Then she stood back, waving her wand.
His body relaxed and he could finally move. He stood. "This isn't the potion Granger." He assured her. He just wanted her. Fuck, she was gorgeous. "I came from my room to work on my potion. There's no way I could have been dosed." He stared at her lips longingly. He didn't notice he'd moved toward her until she lifted her wand higher in warning.
He stepped back, holding his hands up in surrender. "You're just so pretty," he breathed out. That was odd, though. Wasn't it? Odd that he said that out loud to her. "And you smell so good, and you taste amazing." His tongue darted out to his lower lip as he remembered how she tasted. "I won't tell Weasel. Just let me have you. Please." He begged. Why was he begging? He guessed if it worked it didn't matter. "Please let me just touch your tits."
"Stop." She said sternly. Holding her wand out threateningly.
He smirked, "I love you like this, by the way. So fierce, so brave, so in control. You're such a gryffindor." She rolled her eyes at him and his cock twitched. She noticed it, his grey sweatpants hid nothing. But he knew better than to test her. So he stayed put, crossing his arms and leaning back against the table. He smirked seductively at her.
"I loved you out of control too. So obedient. So eager." She closed her eyes briefly at the memory that plagued her. He thought of it daily. Did she? "You still think this is the potion? Why would they take turns dosing us? And why would they do it when nobody is around? What do they get out of us secretly hooking up in the night?" A valid question. He was proud of himself as she chewed on the inside of her cheek and shook her head. He'd made her think.
"I don't know. But it is the potion. This isn't you." She sounded like she was convincing herself. Just enough doubt that he could use.
He grinned, "try me then..." he taunted. "Kiss me. You can keep your wand and I won't move my hands. I'll prove it's not the potion. I'm fully in control."
She shook her head at him but said nothing as she watched him. He uncrossed his arms and stuck his hands in his pockets. "Promise. My hands stay right here." His heart was racing. He could get her to give in. He was sure of it. "I've wanted to kiss you again ever since that night."
She shook her head "I don't believe you." But her eyes were flitting between his eyes and his mouth. Come on, Granger. He knew she was close.
"I have. I've thought about it in classes. I've dreamt of it. I've wanked to it." Was that too far? She didn't look repulsed so maybe it was fine. "Haven't you?" He smirked.
She shook her head vigorously, too quickly. He smiled wide then. "Come here." He tilted his head. She looked at him like a mouse longing for cheese on a trap. She shook her head again but she dropped her wand, staring blatantly at his mouth now. He had her.
A sharp knock sounded on the door and she spun around, racing to the door and opening it. He growled under his breath and rolled his eyes as the headmistress and mediwitch rushed into the room.
"I told her I'm fine. I'm not dosed with anything. Look, I'm just standing here, not touching her. She couldn't keep her hands off of me last time." He shrugged. McGonagall's gaze dropped below his waist and she looked away quickly, shaking her head. Oh yeah, he was still standing at attention.
Pomfrey handed him a vial, "take this then." She said stiffly. "If you're not dosed with a potion it won't hurt you."
He rolled his eyes and tossed the potion back. These bints were all just being dramatic. Granger was practically begging for him to grab her arse, it was hardly covered. And she had been asking for it all week. She didn't love the Weasel. It was evident for everyone to see, except for that red-headed wanker. He was delusional. She'd gotten a taste of Draco and couldn't stop thinking about it. Neither could he. All she needed was his...
The smirk dropped from his face. His dick softened immediately under the gaze of all three women. Granger's face transformed from concern to satisfaction. He could see the "I told you so" trying to burst forth.
He rolled his eyes and cracked his neck, standing up straight. "I don't know how. I saw no one between my dorm and here. I ingested nothing. I came at my appointed time to work on my potion... shit!" He rushed to his cauldron and looked inside, the potion had turned to solid rock since he'd missed the seventh hour. "Fuck!" He punched the table hard. He'd have to start over and he'd be late turning the assignment in.
Granger walked over to the shelf where he'd made her drop the jar of dragonfly tails, she picked it up and walked to her potion. "I'll have to redo mine too." She groaned in annoyance.
"I'll speak with your potions professor. You won't be penalized for a late assignment this time. You're certain you saw no one between your room and here?" Mcgonagall asked him.
"I'm sure. It was midnight. I would have noticed anyone else awake." Draco waved his wand and vanished the contents of his cauldron. He stared angrily at the work table. Now that he'd been the one affected, he was furious. He was out for blood.
"This is very concerning. That neither of you encountered anyone, nor did you eat or drink anything." Pomfrey looked to the headmistress in worry.
"I do think we may need to get the auror department involved." Mcgonagall mirrored the mediwitch's concern. "Love potions administered by unknown persons and unknown means, resulting in sexual assault. The punishment won't just be expulsion. The consequences will include submitting to the law."
Granger nodded in agreement. Draco couldn't care less what punishments they all came up with. His mind was already running through his own. His lip curled in anticipation, his fingers twitched, aching to hex someone.
"We can escort you both back to your dorms. I'll contact you when the aurors are ready to hear your statements." Mcgonagall started walking to the door.
Granger spoke up, "actually, Professor, I think it's best if I restart the potion now. And thank you, but I won't be frightened into needing an escort to walk around my own school. I'll be more vigilant. Thank you both for responding so quickly." She looked so proud of herself. It was disgusting.
Draco rolled his eyes, leaning his backside on the work table and crossing his arms over his chest. "Same." Was all he said.
Mcgonagall looked to Granger who nodded that she was fine with staying in the potions lab alone with him. "Very well. I'll find you both tomorrow." The two women left the lab, shutting the door behind them.
Granger got straight to work, gathering all the starting ingredients. She said nothing to him and didn't look in his direction. She kept her wand out next to her on the table as she began slicing.
"You don't want to find out who's doing this?" He asked. He narrowed his eyes, standing in the same place watching her.
She shook her head, not looking up at him "Not tonight. I just want to get this potion started so I can go to bed."
He walked around behind her and looked over her shoulder. She froze when his exhale caressed the loose curls around her neck, along the dark bruises that he'd made. He smirked, recalling the taste of her. He cleared his throat stepping to the side and summoning his cauldron.
"It'll go faster if we work together." He pulled half of the ingredients to him and started preparing double of each.
"Do you mean the potion, or finding out who's drugging us?" She eyed him cautiously.
"Both." He said simply. He ground up dried mandrake leaves to a powder and divided it for her.
"Fine." She turned back to the ingredients he left for her and got to work.
"I really didn't think I was under the influence of a potion. Pisses me off the most." He mumbled, he lit a fire under both of their cauldrons and she added the first ingredient to each of them.
She snorted an unamused laugh. "Yeah, you said that multiple times."
His embarrassment flared up. "You seemed to be giving up there toward the end." He accused. "I almost had you convinced too." He smirked in satisfaction at the memory. The look on her face as she stared at his mouth.
"I was not and you had not." She said defiantly. They stirred their own cauldrons in synchronized motions.
"What even are those shorts? Ridiculous." He shook his head.
"Pajamas." She pulled the hem of her shirt down self consciously. "I didn't intend to see anyone down here at this hour. I thought I'd timed it differently than the rest of the class. And I didn't want to be awake before dawn on a Saturday." She was getting defensive.
"What are you going to tell Weasley about your neck?" Draco smirked, pleased with himself for making a mess of her, even if he was drugged at the time.
"Do not talk to Ron." She turned to him with her stern prefect face, like that held any power over him. She pointed up at him. "Do not goad him, or allude to this being anything other than what it was. Poisoning and assault." She finished matter of factly.
Draco rolled his eyes and pushed her hand down out of his face. "Please, Granger. I was the only one poisoned this time. And it didn't sound like assault to me. Your little gasps and squeals. You opened right up for me." He smirked down at her.
She scoffed, "I did no such thing." She turned away from him quickly. "And you will not suggest that to anyone else either." They finished up the last step of the potion and cleaned up. They'd worked surprisingly well together. Effortlessly picking up where the other left off. He would never tell her, but she was the most competent lab partner he'd ever had.
He opened the door for her to leave first, "goodnight, granger." He winked at her teasingly. She snorted and rolled her eyes, walking away. He stayed watching her legs disappear up the steps before he turned and went to his own bed.
Great, now he had memories of her kneeling before him, straddling his lap, the feel of her arse, her leg wrapped around him, the warmth of her cunt taunting him. More to haunt his dreams. He had woken up to an unpleasant amount of unconscious fantasies of her the past week. The last few times he finally gave in and just wanked to get rid of his erection before getting out of bed.
He'd been telling the truth when he said those things to her, even under the potion. Did that mean she'd told the truth too? Had she really liked his hair, had a crush on him first year? Of course she had. He smirked to himself as he made his way to his dorm. He was Draco Malfoy. She couldn't have helped herself.
And now she had to settle for a fire crotch. He wondered if she'd even seen the weasel's dick. If they'd even slept together. Daphne was in Blaise's bed every night. Draco had let Pansy sleep in his own bed a few times before he'd dumped her. Slytherins didn't care. But knowing Granger, she probably wouldn't break the rules like that. He laughed meanly at the thought of Weasley left unsatisfied with his prudish girlfriend. No, Draco was sure that Weasley had never seen Granger the way Draco had. That thought helped Draco drift off into a pleasant sleep.