Crimson by Brain Monster Chapter 1 Make me I can't believe Slogan
would pair you with him. It's outrageous.
Into house unity my arse. Shall the toss of Jelly legs
jinx the old slugginess? Time I pass him in the all?
No, Jinny. Well.
She paused, looking thoughtful inside.
No Hermione began pacing the length of the room, biting her
fingernails to the quick, terrible habit.
But she needed to do something with her hands, lest she start
conjuring murderous birds to do her vengeful bidding.
He hasn't changed one bit. Still, that smarmy little
pompous cretin he's always been, and now we have to be partners
for the whole bloody year. You should have seen the look in
his beady little eyes when he saw he'd been paired with me.
Oh, and don't get me started on the sneer.
He must have perfected it while he was on house arrest or
something, because it was more revolting than I ever remember
it being. This year was supposed to be a
redo, Ginny. No Voldemort, no Death Eaters,
no running for our lives, and no albino ferrets calling me a
mudblood around every corner. She screamed again.
What are you going to do? Jinny asked, worry etching her
porcelain features. Hermione lifted her gaze to the
arched circular ceiling and closed her eyes, letting her
hands fall to her sides, and took her measured breath in
through her nose. When she opened them again and
straightened her posture, she smirked.
Oh, I do love that look. Jinny exclaimed, bouncing on her
heels. I'm going to make him wish he
were back in Azkaban. Draco, darling, you're going to
crack all your teeth if you keep grinding them like that.
Fuck off. Not.
Draco seethed. What's the big deal, mate?
It's not like she'd sabotage your grade.
She's too swatty for that. Draco splittered.
My, my grade. I don't give a flying Pixie arse
about my fucking grade, you pillock.
I don't even want to be at this God forsaken school I was
ordered to. Theo sighed and leaned his head
back against the black leather couch.
Then why is your eye twitching? She'll probably do all the work
and you can fuck off because I fucking hate her and her stupid
fucking hair and her pathetic little friends and her entire
know it all personality. That bushy haired cunt will
never just do all the work for me.
She'll make my life a living hell more than it already is.
And hasn't she ever heard of a bloody hair charm?
Gods, and she's so self-righteous I'll throw myself
from the Astronomy Tower before I have to listen to her wax
poetic about dwindling Unicorn territories or mud blood rites
or whatever sanctimonious bollocks she'll terrorize me
with. I was on the losing side.
I brought psychopaths into Hogwarts and killed their
precious headmaster. And yes, maybe my wand wasn't
the one that did the bastard in, but it may as well have been.
This whole school hates me now, and I hate it, but more than
anything I hate her. He sucked in a large breath.
Wow mate, you really weren't red in the face there, thought you
were going to pass out. Theo stood, grabbed his bag and
clapped Draco on the shoulder. Right, well, good luck with
that, I'm off. Draco screamed.
Right, glass, settle down. Hermione looked to her right and
rolled her eyes at the empty stall next to her.
Of course Malfoy wouldn't attend, probably off perfecting
his stupid quaff or busy beating house elves.
She started to raise her hand to tell Slughorn that as her
partner wasn't here, she would be happy to finish the term by
herself, when the classroom door suddenly swung open and Malfoy's
tall frame sauntered in. He didn't bother acknowledging
her, slamming his book bag down on to their shared workstation.
Mr. Malfoy, is there a reason you're late, my boy?
Sloghorn asked, looking a bit peeved.
No, His bored tone grated on her frayed nerves.
Hermione rolled her eyes so hard she thought she'd glimpse her
own brain. Five points from Slytherin.
Do be on time to my class from now on or it will be detention
next time, young man. Right, Your end of year grades
will depend equally on your quality of the advanced potion
you've been assigned and on the creation of a new potion that
rivals the original. That's up to interpretation, so
I want to see your creativity. You've all got your assignments,
so chop chop Slough. Corn clapped his pudgy hands
together and retreated to his desk at the head of the room.
Her mind turned her gaze to the blonde prick.
How magnanimous of you to grace those mere plebeians with your
presence. He stiffened and turned his cold
grey eyes on her. Don't you have a flock of
sparrows you should be caring for in that bird's nest you call
hair? She pursed her lips.
Let's get something straight, Malfoy.
I will not allow you to fuck around in this class.
I intend on getting perfect grades and you will not
interfere. You will pull your weight and we
will work together as partners whether we want to or not.
She may have stomped her foot, but he would begrudge her.
He leaned in and spoke through gritted teeth.
Make me. Hermione's hair crackled with
unspent magic as she lifted her chin.
Oh, I intend to. He snorted and his hot breath
ghosted across her face. Only then did she realise how
close they had been to one another, practically nose to
nose. He smelled like spearmint and
earth and parchment. Curious.
Stepping back quickly, she straightened and pulled a scroll
off the table and thrusted into Malfoy's chest.
Ingredients list. I assume you're quite capable of
obtaining what we need while I set up.
Malfoy's eyes went glassy and he set the ingredients list down
without fanfare and pulled a book out of his satchel and
flipped it open. She stared at him incredulously
and huffed out a humorless laugh.
Whipping out her wand, she aimed it at the tome and sent off a
non verbal spell. Mavo's eyes bulged as he watched
blue flames engulf the book in his hands, dropping it onto the
table and clamouring to his feet so quickly that a stool scraped
on the stone floor and fell to the ground with a loud clatter.
He rounded on her and yelled. You stupid mudblood.
In a flash, her wand was pressed hard into his ribs as she
whispered. Verbum mutatio, Mr. Malvoy.
Sloghorn bellowed. You will control yourself.
Come see me after class for your detention assignment.
His chest heaved and his cheeks were flushed red.
Ah, there was the sneer. She smirked and shoved the
ingredients list back into his chest.
Get the ingredients Chapter 2 Verbum mutatio
Hermione. Her head snapped, left to see
Harry eyeing her with a furrow between his brows.
The ringing in her ears subsided and she sucked in a harsh
breath. Sorry, what?
I asked if you were all right, which I now realise is a stupid
question, but Oh yes, just peachy.
Watching your ex suck the face off some 7th year only three
weeks after breaking up as if he were a ginger dementor, not to
mention being chained to an intolerable Death Eater all
year. It's just how I imagined my 8th
year of Hogwarts to go. I'm positively chuffed.
Harry threw her a lopsided grin, the kind that she couldn't
possibly be upset with. Her lips twitched as she
deflated and her shoulders curled inward.
Sorry. She mumbled as she packed up her
school work. I'm fine, I'll be fine.
Harry sighed. Where are you going?
Need some fresher hair. Want company?
No, but thanks Harry. I think I need to be A.
A high pitched giggle reverberated through the common
room as Ron whispered in the girl's ear.
Hermione clicked her jaw shut and sucked in a deep breath.
Harry grimaced. Right, yeah, of course.
Pushing her way out of the portrait hole, her ears burned
so hot she wouldn't be surprised to see steam blowing out of
them. It was late enough that the
corridors were deserted, and she thanked Morgana for that one
small mercy. She walked aimlessly, staring
down at her feet, debating which hex she wanted to use on Ronald.
That bogey was more Ginny style, no tongue engorgement.
Poetic, but not quite what she was looking for.
No, there was a hex to curse off someone's prick fogging hell.
Stumbling back, Hermione righted herself, looking up into the
sneering face of Draco fucking Malfoy.
Of course, what were you're going you stupid bint, or can
you not see through that abomination you call hair?
Oh well, he wasn't the person she originally was fantasizing
about hexing, but he would certainly do.
My apologies Malfoy, I was just trying to avert my gaze from
your blinding white hair lest I directly look at it and lose my
eyesight. Could you not see past your own
hippogriff sized chin? He drew up to his full height
and took a large step toward her.
She had to crane her neck to maintain eye contact.
Gods, he was freakishly tall. Off to the library to rub
yourself against the shelves then.
I hear the weasel got tired of your swatty little cunt.
You must be so embarrassed that even someone so dim witted
couldn't stand your presence even for a quick fuck.
Thinking about my swatty little cunt Malfoy.
What would daddy say? Oh, that's right, he's in
Azkaban where you should be. Malfoy lunged and pinned her
against the Stonewall, face scarlet and hateful.
I would watch your fucking mouth, Mummy.
His eyes bulged. Mummy, what the fuck, Mummy,
what the fuck did you do? Just a little spell I created.
She shrugged, flashing him a grin.
You'll actually be watching your mouth.
You won't be calling me or anyone else in Mudblood, you
prejudice little shit. His chest heaved, breaths coming
in fast. Don't fuck with me, Malfoy, I
will destroy you. His gaze dipped to her mouth,
and before she could analyse it, his lips crashed into hers,
heavy and punishing. The hands that pinned her arms
loosened, 1 sneaking into her hair and gripping the roots
tightly enough to elicit a hiss from her, his other hand skating
over her hip, pulling her flush against him.
She gasped and his tongue dove into her mouth and she moaned at
the intrusion as her own arms wound around his neck, pulling
him tighter against her, deepening the kiss.
She tugged hard on the blonde hair at the nape of his neck and
he groaned, breaking the kiss only to wrench her neck to the
side to suck and lick and bite at her pulse point.
A whimper escaped her and he pulled back to look at her, eyes
blown black with lust, mouth agape.
His hand gripping her waist tightened in a bruising grip and
then coasted to the back of her thigh, hoisting her leg around
his waist so he could grind his erection against her.
She moaned and pulled his mouth to hers, biting harshly at his
bottom lip enough to draw blood. He hissed and pistoned his hips
harder against her aching core. Again.
His hand wove beneath her school skirt, kneading the slope of her
arse, digging his fingers into her supple flesh and she pressed
herself tighter against him. Tongues, teeth, lips, hands.
It was the first time in years that Hermione didn't think
Chapter 3 if looks could Arvada. After rotting for three months
in Azkaban, he thought he'd never be warm again.
But gods, she was so warm and soft.
Years from now he'd still be unable to rationalize why he
kissed her. He just wanted her to shut up.
And now here they were, pouring at each other like ravenous
beasts. She hadn't pushed him off or
hexed him. She only seemed to answer his
fury with her own. She tasted like strawberry sugar
quills and smelled like Jasmine and he hated her and he wanted
to devour her, consume her, defile her.
She thought she would destroy him.
Well, he'd drag her right down with him.
Then he bit hard on the skin above her collarbone.
She sucked in her breath and moaned.
Fuck, mouthful, yes. His focus snapped, reality
crashing down on him, and it felt like he'd been pushed into
the Black Lake. What the fuck was he doing?
He stiffened and pulled away. Her lips were kiss swollen, her
hair wild, red marks peppering her neck, her eyes half lidded.
He had done that. He had done that to a muh fuck.
She must have seen the panic in his eyes because she forcefully
shoved him off her, reared her arm back and cracked her palm
against the side of his face so hard that his head whipped to
the side, the sound of it ricocheting off the stone
corridor. He turned his head slowly and
faced her, lip curling. Fuck you, he growled.
You wish. She hissed through clenched
teeth. His walk, OK, his run back to
the Slytherin dungeons was a blur, but once he ensconced
himself within his four poster and cast him a fliato, his
erection throbbed painfully in his trousers.
Fuck, it was third year all over again, but this time the slap
was quite arousing. Salazar, the way she matched his
ferocity awakened something in him, and it was terrifying.
He grunted as he palmed his straining cock, her breathy
moans, the way her body moulded to his.
He could still feel her nails raking against his scalp and the
coppery taste of blood from her assault on his lip.
He groaned, pulling himself free and stroking his hard length,
imagining wrenching her knickers to the side and pushing inside
her tight cunt, her walls gripping him mercilessly as he
pumped in and out of her at a punishing pace.
His breathing shuttered and he whimpered as his release crashed
through him and spilled onto his hand and stomach.
Well, fuck, she would tell someone, he was sure of it.
He would be expelled and forced back to the Manor to complete
his parole. Or worse, he'd be sent back to
Azkaban. He shivered, remembering the ice
cold, dank prison cell he walked into Potions nearly an hour ago,
glancing inconspicuously toward Grainger, but she didn't even
acknowledge his arrival. Well, that just wouldn't do.
He finally cleared his throat and watched as she muttered
incantations, quickly siphoning drops of concentrated primrose
into the cauldron, still ignoring him.
He huffed, glancing to the scarf she wore around her neck, and he
leaned in close, careful to keep his voice low.
Cold. He said innocently.
She started and whipped her head to glower at him.
Quite. She sniffed and turned back to
the bubbling potion. I thought you were the brightest
witch of your age. Surely you learned warming
charms of thirsty. She shut her eyes and took what
he could only assume was a calming breath and faced him
again. She narrowed her eyes and
whispered. What are you doing?
Me. What are you doing?
He whispered. Keeping my marks as evidence,
are you? When should I expect auras to
come? Drag me away then, hmm?
Her brows pinched together, but she lifted at a fiant chin.
I, I haven't told anyone. Ah, letting me Stew then.
Give me a false sense of security before you RIP it away.
Very Slytherin of you. Her eyes narrowed down to slits
before she began cutting rats bleans and placing them in a
fresh jar. I have no intention of letting
anyone know that I lost control and cavorted with you.
That she lost control. Well, now that was interesting.
Why didn't you glamour them then?
Well, I. He cocked his head to the side,
his voice lowering suggestively. Or maybe you like looking at the
marks I left on you. She snorted, but a dusting of
pink tinted her cheeks. Her eyes dipped to his lips and
flicked back to his. His smile widened to show all
his teeth and he blew a disbelieving breath out through
his nose. Oh, this is too good.
Gagging for it again, hmm Grainger?
He whispered. I'll have to burn my clothes
again afterward, but I might be amenable.
She squawked out an outraged sound, and his cheeks began to
ache from smiling so white. The only one who's gagging for
it is you, you pompous Dalt. She screamed, whispered.
You would try humping me like a crap in heat.
Bet you run to your room to spill your pure blood airs all
over your sheets. At the thought of a mudblood.
His smile fell, a scowl overtaking his features as a
triumphant grin spread across her face.
You little well done. Plus, it seems you're all coming
along splendidly. Make sure you are monitoring
your potions this weekend. She hurriedly packed up her
books and parchments are made to leave, but he aimed his wand at
her under the table and watched her skirt shortened by several
inches, leaving the olive skin of her thighs on display.
She squeaked as a white Oxford tightened around her chest,
buttons nearly bursting. She whipped around and stared
daggers at him. If looks could Arvada.
My, my Granger, this is a school, you know.
You're setting a mighty poor example for young witches and
Wizards by walking around practically naked.
He made a swift exit, but her shriek followed him up three
flights of stairs. Really, Draco, it suits you.
Not snickered. How exactly did this happen?
Then that unbearable little prude accosted me in the hall
outside the loo, and now I look like a Puffsky and died on my
fucking head. He stared at his reflection.
His once perfectly charmed blonde locks had been turned a
mousy brown and no longer silky, but now thick, wiry, and he
growled, curly. Well, what did you do, Draco?
Blaise said lazily from the bed, idly flipping the pages of a
Quidditch magazine. Me.
He held a hand to his chest, looking incensed.
Blaise gave him a look and Draco waved a hand.
Never mind that, just help me figure out a counter curse.
It took them three hours. Chapter 4 Show me how much.
As she made her way down the steps of the girls dormitory,
she could already hear the ruckus voices of her classmates
in what was sure to be a lively Saturday night.
Halfway to the portrait hall, she heard Ginny yell.
Oy Miny, come play a game of exploding Snap.
Looking to the couch in front of the fireplace, she saw Ginny,
Harry, Dean, and Ron crowding around a small table, cards
strewn haphazardly. Can't, I'm in a rush, I have to
meet Malfoy to work on our potion.
She sighed wistfully and chuckled.
And I threatened to Hex's suits to permanently fit slightly too
large if he was late. But it's the weekend.
Her eyes rolled as she turned to the voice.
Yes, Ronald, and it's also the Harvest Moon.
She said slowly. We have to include fresh picked
Vervein into our potion, and when foraged during the Harvest
Moon, the properties of the plant will be more potent,
right, right, sure. He waved her off.
God's forbid he learned something, she thought.
It was nearly midnight as she walked briskly to the entrance
hall and contemplated what the fuck she was thinking, snogging
Draco bloody Malfoy. Maybe she should tell
Headmistress Mcgonigal he'd be expelled at the very least.
Yet every time she thought about it, her brain would conjure up
images of his sensual mouth, the feeling of his deft fingers
digging into her, his ragged breaths as he ground himself
against her. No one had ever made her feel so
out of control and untethered. And so yes, she had kept the
marks he'd left and she wasn't going to analyse why, thank you
very much. If Ron could move on so quickly
and snog half the school then she should be able to also, but
not with him, a small voice whispered.
Rounding the corner, she spotted his tall frame against the stone
archway, making her way toward him.
He turned at the sound of her footfall and dragged his gaze
slowly up her form, causing her cheeks to heat.
What, pray tell, are you wearing?
He drawled. She looked down at herself and
rolled her eyes. They're muggled.
Denim smalfoi. Well, they're indecent.
He sniffed. And I didn't ask.
Shall we get this over with? As she made to push past him,
his hand darted out and gripped at her wrist, turning her to
face him. No need, I've already got some.
She glanced at his hand, still wrapped around her wrist, and he
pulled it back quickly, as if he'd been burned.
What? His eyes rolled.
I already foraged some of a vein so we can go straight to the
classroom. You.
Oh, that's actually very nice of you.
The last time I have to be around you, the better, I
figured. He drawled, A sardonic grin
plastered across his sharp features.
Oh, you're insufferable and you're a pretentious little
brat. He quipped harshly as they flew
down a flight of stairs. Oh, that's rich coming from the
likes of you, Malfoy. Yes, I am a rich Granger.
What an astute observation. 10 points to Gryffindor with you.
Just shut the fuck up. She ground out finally, pushing
open the classroom door and striding to their workbench.
He pulled out the fresh vervein and rolled his sleeves up to his
elbows as he began grinding the plant in a mortar and pestle,
thick veins cording along right over his dark mark.
She knew it was there, had read his file after his trial and
thought she'd feel more angry seeing it.
Yet seeing it now, so stark against his pale skin, faded and
unmoving, she couldn't help but think of him with pity.
Just an ignorant boy paying for the sins of a hateful father.
Oh fuck off, Granger, Stop staring at it like I don't have
a choice to bear the fucking thing.
She jumped and her eyes flicked to his.
Did you? His stare broke from hers to
sprinkle the ground plant into the cauldron as she began
stirring counterclockwise. Did I?
What? Did you have a choice?
He barked out a humorous laugh. Want me to tell you that I did?
That I never wanted it? That I never wanted to rise the
Death Eater ranks and one day be the Dark Lord's right hand?
Want me to tell you that I wouldn't have killed your dear
haired master? He flicked his wand and the
flame under the cauldron grew slightly as the potion began
bubbling. His eyes locked on hers.
Because I would have. No, you wouldn't have.
Harry said. Malfoy stepped into her chest,
bending his head toward her ear, his voice so low it was almost a
growl. If it was between my life and my
mother's, I would have watched the Dark Lord feed you all to
his fucking snake. Yet you didn't identify Harry in
the manner that day. Her voice was steady, and she
held his stare. And I saw the look on your face
when Bellatrix was. His jaw clenched.
Don't When Bellatrix was carving into me on your drawing room
floor. She lifted the sleeve of her own
shirt, flashing him the ugly raised scar that marred her
forearm. He grabbed her arms, fingers
digging into her flesh. She stretched upon her toes and
pushed her face closer to his. I saw you, Malfoy.
I saw you take out your wand. Stop.
And I saw you take a step toward me before your mother stopped
you. His large hand shot up and
wrapped around her throat. You're a coward.
A coward who had no choice. She pushed the words out slowly,
infusing them with a venom, and watched them hit their mark.
I hate you. He whispered, pain coating each
syllable, voice cracking. His breath fanned across her
cheeks. His hand squeezed her throat
harder, causing heat to pull in her stomach.
Not as much as I hate you. She breathed, punctuating her
last word with a harsh tug of the hair at the nape of his
neck. They held gazes for what felt
like minutes, both vibrating, the air around them crackling
with magic breaths, leaving their mouths only to be sucked
in by the other. Then, as if pulled by gravity
itself, their lips collided and he groaned as her tongue tangled
with his. His hand left her throat to wind
into her hair while the other worked to push her coat off her
shoulders. She broke the kiss to shrug it
off as he pulled his black sweater over his broad shoulders
and let it fall to the ground. Her hands pressed against his
chest, nails digging into the hard muscle and fingers
clenching in the fabric of his Oxford to pull him closer.
Her lips ghosted lightly over the ascobran piss and runes on
his neck. Show me how much you hate me,
Malfoy. Chapter 5 I still hate you.
Show me how much you hate me, Malfoy.
Her teeth bit into the side of his neck, hard, and blood pumped
to his cock. Fuck.
He grabbed the hem of her thin shirt and pulled it over her
head, revealing her heaving breasts encased in a delicate
lace bra. His mouth watered.
She ripped his Oxford down the middle, buttons flying off and
rattling across the floor, his hands making quick work of
undoing the button and zipper of her denims.
He pulled them harshly from her hips.
She frantically kicked off her boots and peeled the skin tight
fabric from her legs as he shrugged out of his shirt.
They latched back onto one another, his hands digging into
her waist, her hands dragging up his chest to lock around his
neck. His hands loosened from her
waist to slide along the curve of her backside, kneading the
soft flesh before hoisting her up onto the workbench.
Settling himself between her thighs, he fastened his lips on
the top of her breast, sucking hard enough to leave his mark as
she whimpered above him. I hate it you.
She moaned as he rooked the cups of her bra down harshly, tongue
laughing at her pert nipples before sucking one of the
sensitive buds into his mouth. He released it with a soft pop
and licked his way down from her chest up her neck to nip at her
earlobe before growling. I fucking hate you.
She clasped his shoulders tightly and gasped as his hand
on her thigh moved too quickly to stroke a thumb along a hot
sex over her knickers. He groaned at the feel of her
damp Santa soaking through the fabric.
That mess in your knickers all for me.
Soaked for a coward. He panted, now desperately
clawing at his trousers to free his erection, already beading at
the tip with pre release. Her warm hand wrapped around the
tip of his cock, causing a grunt to push from his chest as she
worked the pre cum over his head with her thumb.
She moaned softly and so hard and leaking for a mudblood.
He tugged her knickers to the side roughly to run his fingers
through her dripping faults. He shuddered.
Fuck so wet. He looked back to her half
lidded brown eyes and brought his hand from her sex to gently
stroke her juices over his thick cock.
Do you want it? She looked down, watching him
work her arousal over his hard length, biting her lip and
nodding. Tell me.
He bit out. She licked her lips and
whispered. I need it.
His last bit of resolve crumbled as he notched his weeping head
at her entrance, the feel of her warm cunt making him shudder.
With one hand still holding her knickers to the side, the other
hand grabbed her hip and pulled, impaling her onto his cock as he
thrust into the hilt. She screamed out a heady moan,
and he groaned at the feel of her tight cunt gripping his
shaft, his forehead coming to rest on her shoulder as she
adjusted to his size. Move, Draco.
She whimpered, his head whipped up at the use of his name,
capturing her lips as he pumped his hips into her slowly,
grunting against her open mouth. Say it again.
She whined, her hands raking down his back.
Fuck Draco. Harder.
His thrusts turned punishing, pulling out to the tip only to
slam his full length back into her heat.
Tell me you hate me. He grunted, the sound of her
slick arousal, the slapping of skin and their harsh breaths and
desperate moans filling the cavernous room.
Ah, fuck I, I hate you. Gods yes.
He hissed, using his thumb to rub the bundle of nerves at the
top of her sex as he felt her walls begin to spasm.
Oh yes, just like that. She exclaimed, her head falling
back and eyes pinching shut. He shoved his fingers into her
curls, pulling her lips to his and panted.
Look at me, Hermione, look who's making your tight little pussy
come. Her eyes opened and she held his
stare. Her mouth hung open in a
soundless scream as her climax washed over her, her walls
squeezing and contracting around him.
Fuck. He cried out as her cunt gripped
his cock in waves. Her body ceased convulsing and
she let out a contented little sound and his spine tingled.
Let me fill you up. He whimpered.
Gods, I'm going to, I need to, I need to fuck her, please.
She hung, her cunt pulsed and her legs wrapped so tightly
around his waist as if to keep him right there where he was
still pumping furiously into her.
His hands grabbed her hips and moved her in time with his own
thrusts. His own climax barrelled over
him and he pushed his cock into the hilt.
Their hips pressed together as he coated her walls in his hot
release. Their mouths still hair's breath
away from one another, their heavy breaths the only sound as
he pulled his softening member slowly from her heat, trailing
his gaze from her flushed face to watch their shared release
drip out of her and onto the desk.
She unhooked her hands from his neck and dragged her middle
finger through the puddle on the desk and lifted a digit to her
lips, sucking the wetness from it with a moan.
His mouth hung open as she stared at him through hazy eyes
and breathed. I still hate you.
His ancestors wept, and so did his cock.
Chapter 6 Research a week ago. Draco thought her hair was bushy
and ridiculous and now he couldn't stop picturing her wild
curls bouncing around her perfect tits.
A week ago he had been blissfully unaware of her soft
lips and her sun kissed skin. They had gone from screaming at
one another that night to God's the sex.
The sex had been good, quite good, all right.
It had been the single best fuck he'd ever had in his life.
He could feel the sharp sting emanating from where her teeth
sunk into his Azkaban tattoo, could still feel her nails that
dug into his shoulders, gouging Crescent moons into his skin.
He could still feel the heat of her cunt enveloping his length,
her breathy moans, her dirty little mouth sucking his cum off
her fingers. Sweet fucking Salazar, what was
wrong with him? She called him a coward for
fuck's sake, and he hated her. Yes, he hated her and he needed
to get it together or he was going to explode in his trousers
to the thought of her again. Making his way to breakfast,
Dragger felt lighter than he had in years and all it took was
hate shagging the golden girl, he mused.
He didn't even pay mine to the snares.
As he moved through the halls, he didn't notice the students,
whose eyes grew wide with fear as they gave him a wide berth,
and he didn't hear the frankly unsubtle whispers that had been
accompanying him throughout his time back at Hogwarts.
Theo and Blaise were already sitting at the Slytherin table
when he strode in, taking a seat opposite them and piling his
plate with eggs and sausage. Grainger was still the stuck up
good girl, he'd always thought, but Merlin, she was also so, so
bad. And she was a third wild,
unnamed thing that he couldn't quite put words to.
She wasn't afraid of him, and if anything, he was slightly afraid
of her, though he'd never admit that to another soul.
Sure, she was a muggle born that that didn't stop him from
wanting to do it again. Neither of them had acknowledged
their tryst since it happened. They continued to bicker and
argue and scream and he couldn't help but look forward to seeing
how he could rile her up and how she would strike back.
What's got you so chipper this morning, Big D?
Theo quipped. Oh, don't call me that.
Little D is probably more appropriate.
Blaze chimed in blandly. Big Daddy, I swear on Morgana's
left tit. Theo, I will hex your hair off
that no amount of growth potion will bring it back.
Theo gasped. And Blaze, don't think I won't
fuck Miss Sabini with my little D and become your 8th
stepfather. Well joke be on you, seeing as
you'd probably ingest poison on your honeymoon, accidentally of
course. Blaze smirked.
You have been in a better mood. He pointed at Draco's full
plate. And you're eating again?
Yes, well, I'm hungry now will you both fuck off?
Hello boys. Pansy's voice cut in as she slid
next to Draco. Are you sure you can't come to
Hogsmeade? Draco, I miss Madam Puttyfoots
with you. She simpered.
As I've told you before, Parkinson, I am forced to stay
on the school grounds as per the terms of my parole.
And even if I could go, I'd rather avada myself than step
foot in that explosion of a bubble gum factory.
She pouted and leaned into him, her mouth grazing his ear.
You used to love coming with me. He chuckled.
Yes, well, I was trying to fuck you then and now.
Her voice turning sensual, he turned a whisper in her ear.
I've since come to my senses. Pansy pulled back with a bitter
smile and stood, walking swiftly down the aisle.
He heard her mumble something that sounded like prick, but he
couldn't be sure. Maufoi.
His head whipped up to see Granger standing there, arms
folded over her chest and a scowl on her delicate face.
We need to check on our potion this afternoon.
I thought she'd be in Hogsmeade with the rest of the Griffin
dolls today. I was going to check it myself.
Well, I'm not, and I certainly don't trust you to add the
crushed stag beetle pincers. As I told you several times
already, I know they should be crushed.
I said a whole pincers one time to test you.
He sniffed. She snorted.
Oh, just like you thought Muggle televisions actually held tiny
little men in them. I knew you were going to throw
that back in my face. He folded his arms penchantly
across his chest. I told you that in confidence,
and I was a child when I thought that.
Sure, Malfoy, whatever you say. Oh, and don't forget the book.
I still don't believe that you actually own transcripts of the
Gospel of Eve, seeing as the texts have been, you know, lost
to time. Well, prepare to be proven
wrong. I'll have it in my hand by Yule.
He smirked. She scoffed.
Right, well, I'll see you later. SWOT, Pratt.
And with that, she flipped her curls over her shoulder and
sauntered away. Well, that was Blaze.
What was that? Theo asked, brows furrowed,
watching as Draco stared at Granger's retreating form.
I don't know, mate. Theo shook his head,
dumbfounded, but it was terrifying.
He sat at their station, his black sweater pushed up at the
elbows as he crushed the beetle pincers with the tip of his
blade. Oh good, you can follow
directions. He turned his head, watching her
stroll into the room for the last time.
Which I was testing you. Whatever helps you sleep at
night, Malfoy. I was thinking, goodness, are
you all right? You must be exhausted, I was
thinking, he gritted out. What if we use the stag beetle
eggs instead of pincers? You know, for our experimental
potion that could boost the efficiency.
That's actually brilliant. She snapped her jaw shut as he
smirked. Oh no, please go on.
No, you were going to say that I'm brilliant, handsome, the
best shag of your life. She let out a long-suffering
sigh and stared at the ceiling. Yes, well, tell me something.
I don't know, Grainger. I've always wanted to fuck in
the restricted session of the library.
She said blandly. He choked on air, clutching his
chest as she chuckled and rolled her eyes.
Salazar's sack, which he wheezed out.
Please, as if you and half the school hadn't guessed I have a
library kink. When did you develop such a
filthy little mouth? She blew out an amused laugh as
she stirred their potion. Well, I suppose you do bring it
out of me. There fell into a comfortable
silence, eyes flickering occasionally to the other,
watching as the potion turned a pearlescent shade of coral.
You've really never fucked in the Restricted Section?
I find that hard to believe since you practically live
there. She snorted indelicately.
Victor and I almost did, but Madame Pence nearly caught us.
Well, he was a lumbering oaf. Doesn't seem the type to be
stealthy enough for shag missions.
Shag missions. Missions to shag in secret
places. Of course, of course, And the
weasel probably hasn't ever seen the inside of a library.
And what about Pansy? What about her?
She doesn't seem the type to do secret library shag missions.
Pure blood like her probably has to shag on acrimentalist silk
sheets. He chuckled and hummed
noncommittally as he placed the lid on the cauldron.
Well, I guess we're done here. It needs to brew for 48 hours
now. She sighed.
Grainger, I think it's good you're sitting down.
I wouldn't want you to faint from exertion, I think.
He continued. We need to check out the
restricted section for research. She raised an eyebrow.
Research. He stood from his stool, leaning
into her ear, her curls tickling his neck.
Yes, I'm very invested in this project and we should be
conducting extensive research. Need to make sure our potion
gets you top marks, don't we? His hand grabbed the small of
her waist, pulling her against him.
She hummed, biting the soft flesh of her lower lip as he
leaned in, pressing his lips to the shell of her ear.
After dinner, then I'll save room for dessert.
He winked and flashed her a roguish grin.
Her hand winded between them, palming, his already hard cock
squeezing forcefully as he grunted and she whispered in it.
Your dreams, Maufoi. She pulled away, grabbing her
things off the table and was out of the door, leaving him staring
dumbly at the empty doorway. Fucking bitch.
Chapter 7 Dessert. Making her way down to the Great
Hall for dinner, Hermione approached the Gryffindor table
and slid across from Harry and Ginny.
Hiya Mione. Harry exclaimed with a mouthful
of mash. Hiya Harry.
Gin, you coming to the half party tonight?
Can't I have to go to the library?
Harry and Jinny said in unison as they all chuckled.
Come on my, we barely see you anymore.
She turned her head to see Ron sliding into the seat beside her
and he bumped her shoulder lightly with his.
Oh Ronald, it's you. I almost didn't recognise you
without a witch attached to your face.
He chuckled and threw her a lopsided smile.
She cringed. Don't be like that, my we talked
about. She sniffed.
Yes, it's fine, you're allowed to do as you please.
I'm not your keeper, right? He shovelled A heaping spoonful
of treacle into his mouth as the table fell into an uncomfortable
silence. Moise, the ferret staring at
you. Her head whipped up and her gaze
locked on to his penetrating icy glare.
Malvoy's eyes flicked to run and a sneer formed in his lips
before he stood and stalked out of the Great Hall.
Probably thinking that ways to dispose of my body.
She quipped, but her heartbeat raced and her stomach swooped.
Ron snorted. Right, well, say the word and
I'll curse his bloody bollocks off.
And I've gotten pretty good at severing charms.
She stood quickly and scoffed. I don't need you to try and come
to my rescue, Ronald. I'm a grown witch and I can
handle Malfoy just fine on my own.
Blimey. Yeah, well, I'll know that.
It's just, well, don't, she snapped.
Now, if you'll excuse me, I have about two meters of essays to
revise. She walked with purpose to the
library, setting her bag down unceremoniously on a favorite
desk in the back and beelined to the restricted section in search
of Maleficent maidens and wicked witches of the 17th century.
Why the hell had Malfoy given her that death glare?
Perhaps he was still peeved that she dismissed his library shag
mission. She chuckled to herself as she
moved deeper into the rows of shelves, her fingers running
delicately over the spines as she wondered What's so funny?
Hermione sucked in a startled breath before turning to face
him. Fuck, Malfoy, how did you?
I didn't hear. What are you doing?
He tilted his head minutely. What am I doing?
I could ask you the same question.
Oh, do spit it out, Milfoi. I don't have time to puzzle out
your riddles. Back with the ginger twat, then.
He scoffed. You really have no standards, do
you? She barked out a laugh.
Apparently not seen as I fucked you.
What do you care? Are you?
Her eyes widened. Are you jealous?
Don't be ridiculous. Me jealous of a Weasley, ha?
She stared at him incredulously and cocked her brow.
His chin lifted and he let out a breath through his nostrils.
I am a selfish wizard, Granger, and I don't like sharing my
things. She rolled her eyes.
I am not an object. I am certainly not yours to
hoard. What we did.
It can't happen again. It won't happen again.
He stalked towards her and her back hit the shelves as he
placed both arms on either side of her head, caging her in.
Why not? She spluttered.
Why not, Why not? Let's see, you're a bully, a
blood purist, a Death Eater, and I hate you.
Shall I go on? He chuckled lowly, his head
bending toward her. Yet you still let me coat your
pretty pink pussy in my cum. An error in judgement.
She breathed. His hand moved from the shelf to
cup her jaw, thumb caressing her cheek then gently plucking her
plump bottom lip. What would you have me do,
Granger? To have you again?
She shivered, his storm grey eyes boring into hers.
Her chin lifted minutely as she replied.
Beg. The corner of his lips lifted.
Please. He kissed her cheek, She
smirked. No.
His thumb trailed from her lip down her chin, his large hand
spanning her neck. His head bent forward and he
laved along her collarbone, sucking gently at the sensitive
skin. Please, I'll make it so good for
you. He whispered into the skin,
causing her flesh to erupt in goosebumps.
She clenched her legs together as heat pulled low in her
stomach, but her voice was steady.
No, His eyes narrowed and she watched as he grabbed her hips
and slowly sank to his knees, looking up at her with
veneration. He began rubbing his face into
her stomach, much like a cat, and breathing in deeply.
She breathed out a laugh and his head lifted at the sound, his
face sporting a dopey grin and his eyes heavy.
Please, please, please, please. He whispered reverently as he
squeezed her sides. No, her voice shook slightly.
His hands left her hips to coast down her thighs, stopping at the
hem of her skirt, fingertips ghosting along the fabric.
Still holding her gaze, he slowly pushed his hands up her
thighs, stopping to rest on her hips.
His eye contact finally broke as her skirt bunched on his
forearms, exposing her to the cool air.
He pressed his face into her lace covered sacks and inhaled
deeply as she let out a soft wine and sifted her fingers
through his hair. She gasped as his exhale fanned
across her damp centre. He looked up at her again.
If my breath just made you shiver, imagine what my lips
would do. Her grip tightened on his hair
and his mouth hung open as he pleaded.
Please, Grainger, it's all I think about.
You're heavenly cunt. Fuck, I need to taste you.
Please let me taste you. Panting heavily, she widened her
stance and wrenched his head back.
Good boy, you beg so beautifully, I think you do
deserve a treat. Thank fuck.
He growled as his hands tugged her knickers down her legs and
stuffed them into his suit pocket, hoisting her leg over
his shoulder. His tongue licked a long strip
through her slit as her head fell back and slammed into the
shelf. Gods, you taste like Amortensia.
He groaned and reached into his inner suit pocket, pulling out
his wand and casting a silencing charm before tossing it to the
ground and stuffing her skirt into her waistband.
Without preamble, he attached his lips to her clit, sucking
hard on the sensitive nub as she moaned, her fingers still
digging into his hair, riding his face and feeling his fingers
hold open her sex as he sucked and licked and devoured her like
a man starved. His other hand wound underneath
her and his long finger pressed into her slick entrance.
Fuck, so tight. He groaned against her core, the
words muffled against her mound and her cunt spasmed.
She felt her orgasm beginning to Crest as he curled his digit to
rub against her inner wall, his lips still greedily suckling on
her clit. Oh fuck.
She exclaimed. His finger seized its
ministrations and she whimpered, pressing his face harder into
her sex. He nipped slightly at her nub
with his teeth and pulled back, looking up at her, his chin
coated in her juices. Say my name, he panted.
Tell me who's making you cum. His finger began a slow pulse
and she screamed. Oh gods no.
He thrust a second finger in easily as she caned.
Not the gods. The hand not working at her core
delivered a harsh smack to her clit, and she squealed as he
continued to pump his fingers in her.
Who? Granger, Say who's making you
cum and I'll give it to you. Say it.
He breathed. She shook her head fervently,
eyes pinching shut, trying to keep her orgasm from slipping
away. Another sharp slap to her clit.
Tell me who? Fuck, Draco.
He licked her gently. Now tell me you hate me.
Oh fuck, I hate you. Such a good girl.
His lips descended on her aching cunt once more and her climax
collided through her like the Hogwarts Express, her body
bowing and spasming as wave after wave crashed through her.
Once her body had relaxed and her vision returned, he gently
lowered her leg and stood, adjusting his trousers and
pulling her skirt free from the waistband.
He lifted his fingers, still glistening with her cum, and
sucked them into his mouth, licking them clean.
He swiped the pad of his thumb through the wetness on his chin
and dragged his thumb down his tongue, licking her release from
it too. Pulling her knickers from his
pocket, he used them to wipe the remnants of her slick from his
face. I'll be keeping these before
pocketing them once more. Thanks for dessert, it was
delicious. He smirked, then grabbed his
wand off the floor before sauntering out of the stacks,
leaving her panting on wobbly legs.
Chapter 8 Yule Ball Come on Hermione, let me see.
She sighed, staring at her reflection, her mind racing.
She pulled at the strapless oxblood dress, adjusting her
breasts that were far too exposed, the boning in the
corset cutting into her ribs, the hem uncomfortably short.
She should change, she thought as she flung open the door,
Jinny's flaming red hair twirling as she turned to
Hermione. I think I'm going to change.
Absolutely not. You look Codrick more.
You look delectable. Truly.
That dress. Wow, I feel like a blast ended
fruit next to you. On second thought, perhaps you
should change. She winked.
Hermione sighed out a laugh. You look beautiful, Gin, but
don't you think it's too. She waved her hand.
Too bloody hot. Well yeah, you are.
Now let's go, we're going to be late, I told Harry to meet us
down there. Striding into the ballroom, she
smiled at the scene. Garlands and tinsel floating
overhead, decorated fir trees lining the walls, twinkling
lights, snow falling gently from the ceiling before dissipating,
music sailing through the hall. Her eyes flicked across the room
in search of Jinny, looped her arm through hers and tugged.
Come on, or need a drink? They found Harry and Luna
standing by the beverage table as Jinny poured 2 glasses of
pumpkin juice and handed 1 to Hermione.
Hermione, your ragspurds have gone.
Luna stated dreamily. Your head was full of them when
the year started. Whatever you're doing is
helping, right? She said slowly, cutting a
glance to Jinny and Harry, who shrugged.
Well, she certainly was doing somewhat.
Out of the corner of her eyes she saw it, a flash of white
hair. As if in slow motion, the eyes
locked before his gaze slipped down her form hungrily.
His focus was snapped when a witch clutched his arm and
whispered in his ear, and he shot her a grin and mumbled a
reply. Pansy fucking Parkinson.
Hermione's fists clenched at her sides and her stomach dropped
red overtaking her vision. Godric, Hermione, you look
really good. She turned to the voice.
Wow, Ronald, you're a poet. Truly, you have such a way with
words. She replied blandly, her words
dripping in sarcasm. Dance with me, He said
earnestly, placing his hand on the small of her back.
She opened her mouth to decline, but turned to see Malfoy leading
Pansy onto the dance floor, his gaze flicking briefly to
Hermione before settling once again on his date.
She inhaled a slow breath through her nose.
Yeah. All right.
A soft melody began playing as Ron placed his arms on her
waist, her own coming to rest on his broad shoulders.
He shot her a lopsided grin, and she swallowed her grimace.
Really. My, you look beautiful.
Thanks, Ron, you cleaned up nicely yourself.
Whichever which you've got on rotation this week is very
lucky. He sighed.
Hermione, you wanted to break up.
How can you be upset when I try to move on?
I said I wanted a break. Take time apart during our 8th
year to figure out life, figure out if our relationship is just
a product of survival, and the next week you're snogging some
witch in the cover of the Daily Prophet.
OK, yeah, I can see how that could be insensitive.
She scoffed. Insensitive is snogging them in
front of my face. I'm sorry.
I am. And, and this time apart, it's
made me realise that you're the only one for me.
My, I've tried to move on. That's, that's what I thought
you wanted, but I never wanted it.
And, and now we know and we can start over.
We can start over, right? They stopped dancing and her
hands fell from his shoulders as she stepped back.
His arms holding her waist went slack.
No, Ronald. She shook her head.
What I thought was a break turned into a real break up, and
I just. There's too much resentment
there now. You don't mean that.
He shook his head and stepped forward and grabbed her
shoulder. We're meant to be together.
She took a step back, shrugging off his touch.
If we're meant to be Ron, we'd be.
We don't want the same things. We don't even like the same
things. It was never going to work, and
I think you know that. I think you knew that too.
But I have to go. She spun on her heels and
stormed out of the hall. The crisp air of the castle
corridors prickled at her exposed skin as she made her way
to her dormitory, completely lost in thought and vibrating
with anger. Not anger at Run.
No, this anger was for. A hand clapped over her mouth
and she was pulled harshly behind a tapestry and into an
alcove. Her scream was muffled as she
thrashed her limbs and her elbow footed into her attacker's
abdomen. Oh, it's me, Fuck.
Malfoy croaked as his hand loosened from her mouth.
She turned steadily and struck a palm across his face, but this
time he hardly flinched. Fuck you.
A cruel smile formed on his lips.
A slap from you, His foreplay to me.
Darling. Draco, my love, please hurry up.
Pansy is downstairs in the common room, blubbering about
how we've missed half the your ball already and seeing how
she's your date. He swung open the door,
adjusting his colour. Yeah, yeah, Theodore.
Fine, let's get this over with. Pansy blathered on about nothing
and clutched his arm the entire walk to the ball.
He was regretting agreeing to go with her immensely, but he knew
Grainger wouldn't be going alone.
Walking in, he spotted her immediately, her blood red dress
cinching her waist and hugging the curve of her backside, her
shoulder blades exposed. Her wild hair was pinned up, but
a few tendrils of curls fell loosely from their confines.
She turned her head slowly and her gaze locked with his as he
trailed his eyes down her form, drinking her in.
Dance, Draco. He tore his eyes as Pansy leaned
to his ear. Aren't you going to ask me to
dance? She repeated and Coquetti's
smile on her lips. He returned the smile half
heartedly. If I do, will you shut up?
She rolled her eyes and sniffed. Probably not Fine.
He begrudgingly LED her to the dance floor, sparing another
glance toward Grainger and seeing the weasels freckled
fingers on the small of her waist.
Draco's vision went blurry as he looked away and he could hear
the blood rushing in his ears. He looked up again as the ginger
cunt LED her to the other side of the dance floor.
His breathing turned ragged. Pansy was saying something as
they swayed to the music and he was staring at her, but not
really. His thoughts were a raucous
cacophony of violence and he should take his wand, March over
there, and cut his fucking hands off.
Are you even listening to me? Pansy screeched.
His gaze searched for those wild curls and watched a stranger's
figure stormed out of the hall and out of sight.
No, he shrugged off Pansy's hold and walked quickly to the side
exit into a rarely used corridor.
He was hoping to cut her off and was sure she'd come this way.
As he tucked himself into the alcove and heard heels clicking
along the stone floor. His cheek stung from where her
palm cracked against it. His anger surged and so did his
cock. A slap from you is foreplay to
me, darling. Her breath left her in heavy
pants, her brows pinched together in a scowl.
Why don't you run along back to your date, Malfoy?
She spat. Speaking of dates, where is that
gauntless weasel of yours trying to figure out which end of his
wand to hold? Her hands darted up and grabbed
the collar of his shirt, pulling his face to hers.
Oh, so you shouldn't have to share, but I should, is that it?
You can parade witches around while I what wit and dusty
alcoves for when you get bored. He shook his head, eyebrows
raised. No, I don't want to go with
bloody Parkinson, but I certainly couldn't have asked
you to the ball, could I? You're the only fucking reason I
even came up to this God's damn dance.
And then I had to watch that feckless pumpkin head put his
hands on what mine should be. He smacked her hands off his
collar and flipped her, pressing her back against his front, her
hands coming to slap on the cold stone in front of her.
This he pressed his erection into her arse.
Is for you OK? No one else.
He ripped her dress UPS over her hips and kicked her legs apart
as his hand cupped her sex. And this is for me.
She moaned and her head fell back onto his shoulder as she
breathed. Yes, yes, OK, yes, just for you.
He blew out a breath he hadn't realized he'd been holding and
frantically unbuckled his dragon hide belt, pulling his erection
free as she tore her knickers down her legs, her hands
pressing back into the stone. She looked at him over her
shoulder, and he held his palm up near her pink lips.
Spit. She gathered her saliva and spit
into his outstretched hand. He gingerly stroked the wetness
over his length, his other hand rubbing gently through her
dripping folds. He positioned his weeping head
to notch at her entrance, both of them sucking in ragged
breaths as he pushed his throbbing tip into her, slowly
stretching her open. He hissed as her tight cunt
swallowed his shaft and she whimpered.
His hand moved to splay like a necklace around her throat,
holding her to his chest as he pumped leisurely in and out of
her, the fingers of his other hand turning the initial of his
signet ring to sit facing his palm as he muttered A wonderless
cooling charm on the metal. He whispered hoarsely against
the shell of her ear. What is the initial on my signet
ring, Hermione? She groaned, rocking herself
back and forth onto his cock. M, that's right.
He panted. M for mine.
He brought the now icy ring to press against her swollen clit,
and as she moaned, her cunt spasmed and gripped him
mercilessly, and he grunted harshly into her ear.
Nassura, calm down this way. A distant voice echoed along the
corridor and they both froze, the disembodied voices getting
louder as they moved down the hall toward the hidden alcove.
Well, she's probably already back down in her dorm.
Just leave her tonight, mate. Hermione sucked in her breath
and looked at Draco with wide eyes and mouth.
Harry and Ron, then we should be quiet.
He whispered in her ear as he tugged his emerald green tie
from his collar and shoved it into her mouth, thrusting his
full length into her harshly as she squeaked, her eyes rolling
back. Did you hear that?
Her eyes popped open and locked with his, shaking her head
slowly. Her walls contracted
involuntarily around his length and he stifled and moan.
No, I didn't hear anything. Come on, Ron, let's just go get
pissed on fire whiskey in the common room, fine.
Hermione breathed out a sigh of relief once their footsteps
receded and Draco pulled the tie from her mouth, grabbing her jaw
to kiss her harshly, tongues intertwining.
Have I told you yet how ravishing you look, Hermione?
Like sin, like a succubus. He whispered against her lips,
grabbing her hip and pushing her spine gently so her back arched.
Now hold onto the wall, I'm going to exorcise my demons.
He pounded into her roughly and she matched each thrust with her
own, slabbing her arse back onto his hips, groaning and
whimpering quietly. His signet ring found her clip
once more and she placed her hand over his to press the
silver into her sex harder. He felt the waves of her orgasm
pulse through her heat as he bit onto her shoulder to keep from
crying out, his own release washing through him as her tight
cunt milked him, every drop coating her insides.
His head dropped onto her shoulder and she sighed out a
small contempted moan. He pulled slowly out of her,
hissing as his still hard cock left her warmth.
He grabbed her knickers from the floor and helped her step into
them, writing her dress and tucking an errant girl into her
updo. Her big brown eyes stared at
him, still hazy, and he kissed the corner of her mouth.
Keep my cum in you. I want to picture you walking
through the Gryffindor common room with me spilling down your
leg. You're a beast.
She replied, smacking his chest lightly, but she blushed and the
corner of her mouth lifted as she smoothed his collar.
He leaned in, nipping softly at her bottom lip with his teeth
before whispering. And I bite.
Chapter 9 Revelations Most students had already left that
morning for the holiday as Draco tried to enjoy the afternoon
solitude in the empty common room.
But he couldn't stop his mind from wandering to images of her
wiry girls, her honey brown eyes on fire with indignation, her
plump mouth, his cock sinking into that beautiful warm cunt,
her quick wit, her insufferable stubbornness, and gods, her
brilliant mind that made his own feel like a flabberworm.
He hadn't seen her in two days since Yule.
Now he wouldn't see her for a week, and his thoughts
spiralled, shutting his book down with a loud snap.
He huffed and picked up his glass of Ogden's, twirling the
amber liquid lazily. She hadn't sought him out before
she departed for the holidays. Did she not enjoy it?
Did she regret agreeing to only fuck him?
Fuck, maybe she didn't even mean that.
Was she still thinking about him?
Surely she'd be seeing that fucking weasel over the holiday.
And that thought made him grind his teeth.
Tossing the book unceremoniously onto the leather couch, he stood
pacing in front of the roaring hearth and coming to rake
through his hair, yanking at the roots.
Pull it together, you obsessive twat.
Did he think they were going to, what, Walk down the corridors
holding hands and whispering in each other's ears?
Broom ride off in the sunset together?
He could never, she could never. It was just sex.
Phenomenal, brain altering, world changing sex.
And once they got it out of their systems, they could move
on. Yes, they would move on.
He would get his fill and she would find some soft, average
wizard who would say nice things to her and romance her in there.
Whatever this was would end. Crack.
He looked down and the crystal Tumblr in his hand had shattered
in his clenched fist, revelets of blood dripping silently onto
the rug. You don't want her to find
anyone else, her voice whispered.
Oh fuck me, he breathed. He just needed some air.
He was Draco sodding Malvoy and not some simpering schoolboy
fawning over a which he could never have, a which he would
never want him, a which he'd never deserve.
And she hated him, he reminded himself.
Loathed him even, and for good reason.
He was an arrogant Pratt who tormented her for years, and now
he had the fucking nerve to feel things for her.
He spent far too long the evening prior completing their
experimental potion which had turned a perfect shade of Ruby.
And no, he didn't do it to impress her.
He was an academic and fine, he did it so he could stop thinking
about her for two bloody seconds.
Now, with the potion brewing for the next 24 hours and nothing to
keep his mind occupied, he wandered through the freezing
castle, the torches along the walls casting flickering golden
shadows across the corridors as he climbed the stairs of the
Astronomy tower. He didn't know what possessed
him to come here. He hadn't been up here since he
grounded to a halt at the arched entryway, and as if he'd
conjured her, there she was. She sat on a small stone bench
overlooking the Scottish Highlands, her mane of curls a
Halo around her. He heard her sniffle and suck in
a ragged breath. Grainger.
She whipped around and her red rimmed eyes landed on him as she
sniffed again, wiping a straight hair quickly from her cheek.
She sighed and looked back out to the landscape.
Now for you. I don't have the energy to fight
you today. Go away.
Who the fuck made you cry? He blurted, anger seeping
through him. She let out a half laugh, half
sob. Please, just go away.
His feet finally moved and he walked forward slowly to the
bench, sitting gingerly next to her.
Thought you'd be with family over the holidays?
That was the wrong thing to say, he realised as she put her face
in her hands and began sobbing in earnest.
He looked around the tower, hoping something would tell him
what to do. He was never good at giving
comfort. He had never received comfort
well either, but she looked so small and he hated that.
She was always strong and fierce and ferocious and he realised he
wanted to comfort her, needed to, really.
He cautiously placed his hand on her back, rubbing smooth circles
up and down her spine, and she leaned into him, clutching his
coat, her face pressing into his chest as she wept.
His arm wrapped tightly around her, pulling her closer, and
they stayed that way until her sobs turned to sniffles, to
hiccups. Tell me whose neck I need to
snap, Grainger, and I will. She chuckled, it sound muffled
against his chest, her face turning up to his, puffy and
red. He smiled and used his thumb to
gently wipe a straight hair from her cheek.
Tell me, he whispered. She took a fortifying breath,
her face crumbling. During the war, I, my, my
parents. He stiffened.
They were killed. No, no, I, I obliviated them.
Before me, Harry and Ron went on the run.
She sniffled. And the memories of me that I
erased were so extensive, 17 years of memories and moments
and feelings, and I demolished them all.
I knew it was a risk. A risk that even if we defeated
Voldemort, he flinched, that those memories wouldn't be able
to be retrieved. And their memories, they weren't
retrieved, I mean. Her voice wobbled and she
whispered no. His chest ached, guilt winding
its way through his ribs like vines.
It was because of him, then, that she looked so broken.
He pulled her closer, squeezing her too tight, hoping that he
could convey a small piece of remorse.
It was a strange feeling. It's the first Christmas that
I've really been without them, where I haven't been running for
my life, and I think it's all hitting me now.
I suppose that I'll never taste Mum's sugar cookies.
I'll never make popcorn garlands with Dad when he eats half the
bowl. She let out a wet laugh.
I just miss them. And I couldn't sit at Grimmold
or at the Burrow and pretend I'm so.
I know it's I can't. He stumbled over his words and
let out a frustrated breath. I'm sorry.
She laughed then, a real laugh, and shook her head, still tucked
into her chest. But you never said sorry in your
spoiled life. He pushed out a humorless laugh.
No, I'm realising now that I'm shy at it.
He looked down at her earnestly. But I am, I'm so sorry for the
part I played in your pain. I, I couldn't, I, I wasn't.
He sighed. I just wanted to live, I didn't
care about anything else. I am selfish and a coward.
And you, you're not how I you're everything I wished I could have
been. She stared up at him, her eyes
curious. And what's that?
The corner of his lips twitched. Brave.
Don't start going soft on me, Malfoy.
It's unsettling. She whispered, a smile playing
on her lips. He chuckled.
In that case, you look like a drowned Niesel.
She giggled and punched his shoulder.
And all is right in the world, right?
Well. She straightened and stood.
I think I've had enough moping. I suppose I should.
Do you want to? Well, seeing as we're both alone
and it's Christmas Eve, perhaps we could.
I mean, if you wanted to. He rubbed the back of his neck
awkwardly. That apology must have really
knocked something loose. But you're blubbering.
He sucked in a breath and blurted.
Would you want to come to my room?
Her face fell and she grimaced. Oh, I don't think right.
He stood, straightening his suit and walking quickly toward the
stairs. Right.
Forget I said anything mouthful He.
He froze and turned to see her wringing her hands.
I, well, I'm on my period, so we couldn't, you know, if that's, I
mean, if that's what you thought.
Oh. His shoulders relaxed and his
eyes widened. No, Salazar, no, that's not what
I, I just thought we could. The book.
I have the book for you from the Manor library and fire whiskey.
We could just hang out. She finished, smiling so wide
that her eyes crinkled in the corners.
He chuckled nervously. Yeah, OK, yeah, that sounds
nice. Chapter 10 Baptiste.
They walked side by side in silence to the dungeons,
occasionally sharing small smiles.
She felt better. He made her feel better.
Up until that point she'd only really felt hatred and loathing
and yes, lust for him. She had felt other things, like
jealousy and want and desire, but never let those feelings
break the surface because he'd never.
But when he held her tightly and stroked her tear stained cheeks
and she saw her own pain reflected in his eyes, she
thought maybe. When they reached the Slytherin
portrait hall, he grimaced as he muttered the password.
Leone's Ossie dare. She scoffed and rolled her eyes.
Really. Slay the lions?
Typical. Well, if it was up to me, it
would have stayed. Potter is a bespectacled git,
but I suppose once the Chosen 1 saves the wizarding world, even
Slytherins have to respect him. He shot her a look.
And don't you dare tell him I said that.
She chuckled as he led her through the dark common room,
her eyes wandering to the vast window overlooking the depths of
the Black Lake, the water rippling and reflecting off the
dark stone floor. She stepped into his room.
It was exactly as she had always imagined it.
Dark wood panelling, emerald green curtains covering the four
poster beds, black leather winged back chairs in front of a
roaring fireplace. He helped her out of her coat
before shrugging his own off and striding to a bar cart in the
corner of the room, filling 2 glasses with Ogden's.
Of course he had a bar cart. She chuckled to herself.
Rich bastard. Handing her the drink, he took a
large sip of his own. Right, the book.
He smiled and moved to open a large black trunk at the front
of his bed. She bounced on her heels, eyes
bright. You look far too excited for
someone who didn't even believe it existed.
He said as he pulled the ancient tome out and laid it on his bed.
She gasped and cooked her hands to her mouth, staring reverently
down at the weathered leather cover.
She reached out to her hands, stopping just short of the book.
Are you sure it's all right for me?
To Dutch, I mean, as a muggle born and all.
What? Oh yeah, it's fine.
The Ministry came through the Manor with curse Breakers right
after the Battle of Hogwarts, right?
She picked it up slowly and delicately smoothed her hand
over it. I'll give it back once I've read
it, no bother. He waved her off.
Keep it. It's been collecting dust in the
Manner Library for centuries. I'm sure it's in far better
hands with you. No, I couldn't possibly consider
it a Christmas gift. Then you can't refuse a
Christmas gift. He chuckled.
Shall we read some now? You, you want to read it with
me? I'll do you one better.
I'll read it to you. How's that?
He grabbed the book from her hands and set his glass down on
the night stand. He tugged off his shoes and
landed with a bounce on one side of the bed, patting the other
side with a hand. Come on.
She put her lip and towed off her own shoes, slipping to the
other side of his large bed and settling herself against the
headboard. This is so weird.
She chuckled and took a sip of her drink before setting it
down. What?
Being in here with you and seeing your socks?
My socks? He laughed, wiggling his toes.
She giggled. And you're being nice.
Well, I suppose you've brought it out of me.
He shot her a sly grin. And you deserve someone to be
nice, someone to take care of you.
She opened her mouth to reply, but he held up a hand.
And I know you can take care of yourself, but I, I want to right
now. I want to take care of you.
And perhaps it's also a little selfish because I like being
around you. He admitted.
Even when I'm screaming at you. They both chuckled.
Yes, even then I suppose I also have a lot of making up to do,
you know, for all the. He waved a hand.
The years of bullying me for my blood status.
He cleared his throat. Among other things.
But yes, I was a terrible twat. Was.
Now don't get cheeky when I'm being nice or I shall never do
it again. He sniffed as she snickered.
He just did the pillows at his back and poured his wand from
his sleeve, charming the book to float in front of him before
placing his arm around her. She tucked her shoulder into the
crook of his arm and laid her head on his chest as he began
reading, his low timber washing over her.
I stood upon a high mountain and saw a tall man and another of
short stature, and heard as it were a sound of Thunder, and
went nearer in order to hear. Then he spoke to me and said, I
am thou, and thou art I, and where thou art, there am I, and
I am sown in all things. And whence thou wilt thou St.
gatherest me? But when thou St. gatherest me,
then gatherest thou thyself. She woke up with a start.
Someone was screaming. It was so dark and she couldn't
see and someone was screaming as she scrambled to find her wand.
She always kept it under her pillow, but it wasn't fucking
there. Don't, please.
She froze. She knew that voice.
Draco, She was in his bed, she was safe, she wasn't in a tent.
They must have fallen asleep. She couldn't catch her breath.
Granger, No fuck, let her go. He bellowed and thrashed.
She stifled a SOB and blindly reached her hand out, grabbing
his arm and shaking him. Malfoy, wake up.
No, please. She clawed at him, her breaths
heaving, and pulled herself over him, shaking his shoulders.
Malfoy, please wake up. She could see the outline of his
face as her eyes adjusted to the darkness, his features pinched
in fear and head shaking from side to side.
She placed her hands on either side of his face, trying to hold
him steady, but he just thrashed and thrashed, and she did the
only thing she could think of. She cocked her arm back, her
palm outstretched, and swung, cracking her hand into the side
of his face. Draco, wake up.
His eyes swung open and he gasped in a lungful of air as he
shot upright. Her hands took hold of his face
and she let out a shaky sigh. His hands cautiously rubbed her
bare arms, stroking up her shoulders to her neck.
He brought his forehead to hers, their breaths laboured.
Oh, are you real? His voice broke.
Yes. She whimpered.
I'm sorry, Fuck, I'm so sorry I scared you.
I, I was having a terrible nightmare and it felt so real.
What were you dreaming about? She whispered, caressing his
cheek with her thumb. Nothing.
He breathed. It doesn't, it's, it's not real,
it's not not real, it's just not.
He whispered quietly. It's not real.
She placed a hand underneath his chin and lifted his mouth to
hers, placing a soft kiss to his lips.
I'm right here. He let out a shuddering breath
and wound his hands around her back, tugging her tightly to his
chest. Her legs straddled his hips.
We're safe, this is real, the war is over.
She said aloud the mantra she'd often had to repeat to herself,
and pressed her body closer, her hands coming to rest on his
chest, feeling his heartbeat thump frantically against her
palm. She leaned forward and kissed
his cheek, then the other as his hands smoothed over her spine.
His fingers dug into the fabric of her shirt as he held her to
him, and she pressed her lips softly to his once more.
He was real, the war was over, she was safe.
She ran a tongue along the seam of his mouth and he opened,
letting his tongue caress hers softly as she let out a breathy
exhale. She felt him twitch beneath her
and she adjusted her hips, feeling his hardness jerk
against her core as he moaned. I'm sorry, I didn't mean to.
We should go back to sleep. Shut up.
She whispered against his lips. I don't want to sleep, I want to
forget. Don't you?
Her hands trailed his chest and gently pushed his body to lay
against the headboard. Her hands continued down his
abdomen, palming his erection over his trousers as he blew out
a harsh breath. She unbuttoned his slacks and
worked her hand under his waistband to stroke him, his
hips shifting slightly. She began lowering herself down
his body and his hands shot out, holding her shoulders.
Hermione, you don't, you don't need to.
She stroked him again and he let out a ragged breath.
I want to let me take care of you.
I want to make you feel good, but it's not just for you.
She whispered, lowering herself and staring up at him, his pale
skin stark against the moonlight streaming in.
Help me forget, Let me help you forget.
She placed a kiss on the tip of his member and watched his jaw
go slack, his arms falling to his sides and his hands fisting
the sheets. She softly stroked his shaft and
gave him an experimental lick on the underside of his head, and
his hips jerked, his hand coming to tangle in the curls at the
nape of her neck. She opened her lips and sucked
his pink head into her mouth, her tongue circling it as she
enveloped him. She bobbed and hollowed her
cheeks, taking in his length further, and he whimpered as she
hit the back of her throat. She heard him mumbling as if in
prayer, and she sucked and licked.
Fuck baby, so perfect, Pretty Little mouth so good, don't
deserve. She worked one hand in tandem
with her mouth as the other cooked his balls, massaging them
gently and he grunted as she felt them tighten.
Fuck, fuck, fuck, I'm going to, you're going to make me cum Oh
God. She released him with a loud pop
as he stared at her with heavy eyes, his mouth agape.
No, not the gods. She breathed, her mouth
descending onto him once more. Fuck, oh fuck, Hermione.
She hummed, and the vibration had him thrusting his hips, his
groans louder and more frantic. The hand in her hair tightened,
his grip tugging painfully at the roots until he grunted and
his body tensed under her. She watched his eyes roll back
as he came, ribbons of his cum coating her tongue in the back
of her throat as she drank him down greedily.
He pulled her off of him, and in a flash he had her pinned
beneath him as he delved his tongue into her mouth, tasting
himself on her lips. His hands tore her shirt over
her head and coasted down her chest, stopping to palm her
breast before continuing down her stomach, stopping at her
jeans to undo the button. She clutched his hand, halting
its progress. We, we can't die, my period.
He bent down and kissed her neck, whispering softly.
I don't care, but you don't. You don't think my blood is
dirty? She huffed.
It'll, it'll get on you. I don't, well, I've never and,
and you don't have to. I don't want you to if you think
it's still. He grabbed her chin and stared
into her eyes. You and I both know that your
blood is more pure than any sacred 28.
You don't have to say that. He sat upon his knees, but it's
the truth. He will latch to the button on
her jeans. Shall I beg?
I know you love when I beg. She shifted her hips to let him
peel the fabric down of her legs and nodded.
Please. Kissed her calf, please.
Another kiss on her knee, please.
Slow lick, bite, suckle on her inner thigh.
Please, Hermione, paint my cock in Crimson, baptize me in it.
Let me wash my hateful sins away.
He whispered into the fabric of her knickers.
Fuck, that is, you're very good at begging.
She breathed. He rested his chin on her mound
and stared up at her. I'm not scared of your blood,
Hermione. It's not dirty, it's powerful,
just like you. Yes, OK, yes.
She nodded frantically and sat up, grabbing his face in her
hands to press her lips to his. He pulled away to shook off his
shirt and unclasp her bra. He tossed it onto the floor as
she took his trousers and pants down his hips.
He shifted, ripping them off the rest of the way.
He stared down at her, running his hands reverently along her
body and whispered. So beautiful.
He carefully peeled her knickers off and laid next to her, gently
using a hand to push her legs open as she turned slightly to
face him. Placing a hand on his chest, he
stroked her finger through her folds, and as she gasped, he
licked his tongue into her mouth and swallowed her whimper with a
sinful kiss. His finger, now coated in her
wetness, rubbed small circles around her clit, causing her
body to quiver and spasm. He pressed the digits slowly
into her entrance and she moaned into his mouth as he let out a
measured exhale. She felt him add a second
finger, stroking and pulsing them gently against her walls
before removing them slowly and caressing her clit as he sat
upon his knees and settled his hips between her open thighs.
He rocked his hardness through her soaking folds, the tip of
his cock pressing lightly on her sensitive nub on each pass as he
grunted quietly. She felt his throbbing head
press against her entrance as he placed his hands on her hips to
lift her pelvis to his. They both groaned as he
gradually pushed the tip of his length into her tight heat,
pulling out fully before inching in a little further.
You're so tight made to take me. Fuck.
He groaned and whispered breathlessly.
Axio wand Lumos minima. A soft golden light emanated
from the tip of his wand, illuminating his lean body
perched above her as he stared down at where they connected his
cock not even halfway in. I need to see you.
He laid his wand on the night stand and his hands went back to
her hips. She placed her own hands atop
his and rocked her hips, feeling his cock pressed in another
inch. He thrust his hips tantalizingly
slow until he was fully seated. Her back arched and hips tilted
up. He watched their joining and his
mouth went slack as he pulled himself out to the tip and her
eyes trailed to his cock, now coated in red with her blood,
his head still notched in her opening.
She moaned as he held her hips tight enough to bruise and
pulled her pelvis to his, sinking his length into her jaw
still open, his eyes still glued to where they were joined.
As if entranced, her hands travelled from his.
Up his arms resting on his biceps and she whispered.
Let me ride you. His eyes whipped up to hers as
he rocked his cock into her. His grip on her hips loosened as
he pulled his length from her with a shudder and crawled over
her, his hands coming to rest on either side of the bed.
As he captured her lips, his tongue dancing with her own.
He grabbed her waist and without warning, flipped her on top of
him, her hips straddling his, her hands coming to his chest.
She drank him in, his dishevelled blonde hair, the
sharp angles of his features, his lithe body beneath her.
His hands, she noticed, were covered in blood as he ghosted
them up her sides before caressing her breasts, his
thumbs rubbing the redness into the peaks of her nipples.
She whimpered, her arousal reaching a crescendo at the
depravity, and felt his cock twitch against her core.
Her hand left his chest to wrap around his bloody length and
lined his cock to her opening before locking her eyes with
his. She left, her bloody handprint
staining his stomach as she sank down slowly until her hips were
fully flushed against his, the new angle hitting so much deeper
as they both moaned loudly. She ground her hips in a circle
and his cock hit the place inside her that had her cunt
spasming and contracting, his hands coming to hold her hips as
he groaned. You feel, fuck, you've ruined
me, you've killed me, never want to leave this.
He thrust his hips into her perfect cunt.
Oh, you feel so good, I've never felt.
Fuck Draco. She whimpered as she lifted her
hips only to slam them down, impaling herself on his cock.
Fuck, I love when you say my name.
He sat up, his hands grabbing the globes of her arse and
pulling her flush against him. Her breasts pressed against his
chest as her hands went to his shoulders.
His hands dug into the flesh of her backside, helping her rock
her hips back and forth as their lips met, mouths hungrily
devouring, tongue stroking, teeth biting and suckling.
She groaned as she felt her orgasm begin to tingle up her
spine, the walls clenching around him as she worked her
hips back and forth. You're going to come on my cock,
baby. He panted against her mouth.
Need to feel you milk me. Her pace picked up and he
matched each rock of her hips with his own.
I'm going to fill you up, going to spill everything right in
here. He punctuated each word with a
harsh thrust right where it belongs.
His hand wound between them, his thumb finding her apex and
circling it as she muled, her fingers tangling in the soft
hair at the nape of his neck. Her climax crested and her body
seized and convulsed, pleasure radiating through her as she
screamed. His fingers dug punishingly into
her flesh as he chased his own climax, slamming her hips up and
down onto his shaft until he thrust his cock hard into her
and held her in place as he tensed, growling as his hot seed
coated her walls right where it belongs.
Chapter 11 Merry Bloody Christmas She awoke not to
screams, but with her face tucked against a hard chest as
she listened to his even breaths.
His arms encompassed her tightly, her legs tangling with
his as she remembered the way he worshipped her hours before.
Did he really want to be with her or just fuck her?
Was all this going to end once the school year was over or did
he want more? Did she want more?
How would they even make this work?
The entire school would be in uproar, not to mention her
friends and the wizarding world at large.
Oh gods, and Ron, he'd go mental.
She'd have to tell the Weasleys. They'd disown her, surely
sleeping with the enemy. Literally.
Quiet witch. He mumbled, squeezing her
tighter. I can hear your brain
combusting. She lifted her chin, but all she
saw was her hair. Draco, where are you?
He spat, using the hand to smooth her curls out of his
face. Your hair is strangling me to
death. Was that your plan all along?
She chuckled and made to push herself away from him, but he
hummed and shook his head, hooking his leg over her hip.
No, don't get up yet. He whined.
I was teasing. I love being suffocated by your
mane. You're a brat.
She giggled and nuzzled her face into his neck.
I want to take a hot bath before breakfast.
MMM. He groaned and pinned her
beneath him as she squealed, rubbing her legs around his
waist. He pecked a kiss to her lips.
You naked and wet? I suppose I can go for a bath.
That wasn't an invitation. She smirked as he poked his
bottom lip out in a pathetic pout and she nipped at it with
her teeth. Merry Christmas, Draco.
He grinned and pressed his lips to hers.
Merry Christmas Hermione, walk me to my dorm.
He harrumphed and let out an exaggerated sigh.
I suppose. They walked to shoulder to
shoulder out of the dungeons, and he took hold of her hand,
bringing her knuckles to his. You're quite possessive, aren't
you? She chuckled as he lifted his
chin, donning an aristocratic voice.
I am a dragon, darling. Of course I'm possessive.
She snorted. And a twat.
I resent that. He sniffed as they climbed the
stairs to Gryffindor Teller and came to a stop in front of the
portrait. I'll see you at breakfast.
He pulled her by the waist, one hand winding in her tangled
hair, and pressed his lips tenderly to hers.
She moulded to him, deepening the kiss, her hands circling his
neck. What the fuck?
They broke apart, both turning to the stairs to see Ronald, red
faced Jinny and Hermione standing behind him with equal
looks of shock on their features.
Draco reluctantly released his hold on her and stood to his
full height, the sneer breaking across his lips.
Hermione spluttered. Ron, Jinny, Harry, what?
What are you? I.
This isn't you and him. Ron bellowed as Harry placed a
hand on his shoulder. We came to surprise you and here
you are with your tongue shoved down at this Death Eater's
throat. What the fuck, Hermione?
She flinched and opened her mouth, but no words came out as
Draco took a step in front of her.
Lower your fucking voice when speaking to her, or I will cut
your insolent fucking tongue from your mouth and feed it to
you. Draco seethed.
Ron shugged off Harry's hand and walked up a step, his face
twisted with rage. What the fuck did you do to her?
Draco smiled a snake's smile. The question you should be
asking is what I didn't do to her.
You'd be hard pressed to find a place in this castle where I
didn't do to her, Draco. She admonished, standing in
front of him. Then everything happened at
once. Ron's one hand slashed through
the air, a red curse flying from its end, Draco's arm pushing her
back as he yelled something and then everything went black.
No, Drake had pushed Hermione behind him, but it was too late,
and he watched in horror as her body fell, her shirt soaking in
blood as he caught her before she hit the ground.
He fell to his knees and they cracked on the stone floor.
He placed her down gently, holding his hand to a gushing
wound at her neck. He couldn't breathe.
Oi, I didn't mean to. His head whipped to the
trembling voice as he was pulled up to his feet as if by
marionette strings, fury washing through him, over taking him.
He grabbed the weasel by his collar and cracked his first
into his freckled nose. Draco relished in the crunch
that sounded as he pulled back to land another fist into his
jaw, blood and teeth spraying from the fucker's mouth.
He didn't stop, he couldn't stop.
He just kept hitting and hitting, the skin of his
knuckles scraping on the jagged edges of the Weasel's broken
teeth, his own blood mixing with that of the ginger cunts.
Arms encircled his, trying to pull him off, but he just kept
punching like a rabid beast. Marfoy, stop, we have to get
Hermione to Madame Humphrey. Potter's voice was frantic, and
the fog cleared in Draco's vision as he dropped the man's
bloodied collar, his limp body thudding to the ground.
He turned to Hermione, the ginger sister holding her hand
to her neck now as he rushed back to her side.
He heard Potter yelled to someone.
Go to the ball tray in the hospital wing and tell Pomfrey
that two students have been injured.
Quickly Ginny, help me with Ron. Draco picked her mind his body
up and she hung over his arms like a rag doll, blood still
pouring from the wound as he tore down the stairs with her
clutched to his chest. Drago had never run so fast in
his life. What should have been a 10
minute walk, he was sure he made it in less than 3, skidding to a
halt outside the doors of the same moment.
They swung open and Madame Pomfrey was there, ushering him
inside. Place her hair quickly and tell
me what happened. She began siphoning the blood
from Hermione's clothes and hair.
She she'd been hit with a severing charm, I think.
He watched, wide eyed as she muttered an elaborate
incantation over the wound and it began to slowly knit itself
together. Too slowly.
Blood continued to splurt from the clash.
Pomfrey vanished it and poured A vial into Hermione's mouth, ran
a diagnostic which flared an alarming shade of red in several
places, and poured several more potion vials into her mouth
before casting another diagnostic.
She muttered. Marilyn, it's she's lost far too
much blood and the Severing Curse was powerful.
I need to administer a draft of Living Death or she'll bleed out
before I can get her to send Mungoes.
What can I do? He choked out.
Unless you have a stronger blood replenishing potion to keep her
stable. Nothing.
Now move. I need, I have one.
I do we, we have a stronger potion.
Chapter 12 The potion. Everything hurt.
She tried to open her eyes, but even with them closed, she felt
blinded by the light seeping through her eyelids.
Hermione, oh thank God, can you hear me?
Her mouth felt like it was filled with flue powder and she
attempted to peel her tongue from the roof of her palate with
great difficulty. Her eyes cracked open to see the
blurry figure approach her, but the brightness of the room made
her squeeze them shut again. As she attempted to speak and
rasped water, she heard liquid pour and something touched her
lips as she opened and took in a large gulp.
The healer said you might be a bit disoriented when you come
to. We're supposed to give you some
potions, can you sit up a bit? Hermione nodded and cracked an
eye open again, seen the blurry figure and she could just make
out red hair. Ginny.
Yeah, my. She felt an arm come behind her
shoulders as she was lifted and felt a stab of pain in her chest
as she cried out, feeling a second pillow being tucked
behind her head. I know, I know, I'm sorry, I'm
so sorry. The potion will help here.
Jinny unstoppered a vial filled with a shimmering blue liquid
and tipped it into Hermione's mouth.
She felt it worked through her system like an egg being cracked
over her head, the pain subsiding immensely as she
sighed at the relief, her eyes focusing.
Jinny unstoppered another potion, A pale orange, and
tipped it into her mouth as she grimaced at the taste.
Like battery acid. Her head went fuzzy and she felt
like she was floating under the potion, unstoppered and tipped.
This one was Crimson, and it looked eerily like blood, but
tasted like her favorite sugar quill flavour, Strawberry.
Draco, is he, is he all right? She rasped.
Oh fuck yeah, he's all right, he's going to kill me, she
mumbled. But he's all right.
Hermione let out her breath. Why is he going to kill you?
Jinny sighed. Well, he hasn't left this room
for six days, covered in your dried blood and biting off
everybody's head if they came near you.
The medi witches are terrified of him.
It's like he's bloody Hungarian hauntil protecting his golden
egg. She rolled her eyes.
I finally convinced him to flee back to Hogwarts to shower by
telling him he smelled like non Dupis, and I assured him that
you probably wouldn't wake up in an hour, he'd be gone.
She grimaced. So thanks for that.
Wait six days, Ginny, what the fuck happened?
She swallowed thickly and slumped onto a chair perched
next to the bed. Well, after Ron's curse hit you,
Malfoy went mental. Beat my brother to a bloody
pulp, Save me the trouble doing it myself, She grumbled.
And you were bleeding a lot and they said the Severin curse cut
into an artery. I don't know.
But then Malfoy picked you up and ran you to the hospital
wing, and by the time me and Harry got there, he was gone.
Poppy said he had a potion that would help, and he came running
in a couple of minutes later with an entire cauldron.
Said it was the stronger blood replenishing potion that you've
been working on. Anyway, with that, your vitals
stabilised enough for Mcconagall to apparate you to the critical
ward at Saint Mungo's, and we'd all flew here as soon as we
could. Madame Pomfrey had to administer
the draft of Living Death, so you've been practically dead for
a week while your body recovered from it.
It was bad, my. Hermione swallowed.
And Ron. She scoffed.
He's fine. Well, not fine.
He's back at the Burrow. Mum said he hasn't stopped
crying. Hasn't he eaten in days?
As he should. The fucking git almost bloody
killed you. He's dropped out of Hogwarts,
and he's got a hearing at the Ministry next week, but the Magi
solicitors expect that he'll just get a slap on the wrist
after that. The auras let Malfoy go.
What do you mean let Malfoy go? Jinny grimaced.
Right. Well, he attacked a student.
A student that attacked me. I know that.
But first they assumed that he was the one who'd attack you and
Ron. Then he left school grounds to
come here, mind you, and we tried to tell them, but, well,
they're confiscated his wand and hauled him to the Ministry.
We told Mcconagall what happened as she raised hell, insisted on
a thorough investigation, and after we were all finally
interviewed, they dropped the charges against him, will accept
the charge for breaking his parole and leaving school
grounds. They said they were going to
send him back to Wiltshire to complete his parole at the Manor
and he, well, I heard he didn't take that very well.
Mcgonigal's hands were tied. So Harry, bless him, used his
Chosen 1 leverage and convinced the Chief Warlock to let Malfoy
continue to attend Hogwarts and be allowed an exception to visit
you on the condition that he, Harry, I mean, be Malfoy's
keeper of sorts until the school year ends.
She let out a long sigh. And I think that's everything.
I. That's a lot of information to
process, Gin. Ginny hummed, and they fell into
a contemplative silence. Hermione, I never thought I'd
say this. I don't care if you're shagging
the ferret. I'm just so glad you're OK.
Whatever is going on with you and Malfoy, it's your business
and he obviously cares for you. And that's all I could ask for.
But Ron's reaction is just the tip of the a rumping horn.
I just. She chewed her lip.
I just want you to be prepared. Hermione sighed warily.
We're not, it's, we hate each other.
She saw a movement out of the corner of her eye and looked to
see Draco stood frozen in the doorway, holding the stack of
books in a black tailored suit, perfectly quaffed white blonde
hair, his eyes red rimmed, sunken and wide as saucers.
Well, I'll be going to find Harry.
Jinny said slowly as she looked from Hermione to Draco before
squeezing past him and scurrying from the room.
You're awake. His voice cracked, his throat
clicked on a swallow. She nodded, and then her face
crumbled as she began crying, heaving tortured sobs.
She heard him mumbled. Fuck.
Before he strode to her bedside and set down the books on a side
table and leaned in to bury his face in her hair, her arms
wrapping around his neck. When she finally stopped
weeping, she looked up at him and saw his own face wept with
tears. You finished the potion?
She asked weakly. That's the first thing you want
to know. Such a swat.
She sniffled and wiped her eyes. Yes, and the books.
Her gaze flicked to the stack. He let out a sigh and sat up.
I brought the books for when you woke up.
I knew you'd be suffering without staying on a schedule
for your school work. And the potion?
I wanted it to be a surprise, and I suppose it is, although
not the kind I'd hoped for. But the beetle eggs worked, of
course. Because I'm brilliant and
humble. She quipped.
And how did you make it Strawberry flavoured?
His lips twitched. Nothing gets past you.
His hand came up to cut her face, tucking the curl behind
her ear gently. Hermione, I'm so fucking sorry.
Whatever for you, almost. He took in a shuddering breath.
That curse was meant for me. He almost kills you and I let my
anger. I didn't even help you when you
he almost killed you because of me.
Yes, well, he didn't, and if he did, I would have come back as a
poltergeist to haunt him for all eternity.
She sighed. And Ginny told me what you did,
and you did help me, Draco. Thank you for not killing him.
His eyes darkened. I should have.
I want to if I ever see him. Draco, don't be daft, they'd
sent you straight to Azkaban. How are we going to scream at
each other if you're in some windowless cell?
He let out an amused snort before his eyes flicked away,
then back again nervously, his mouth opening and closing as if
he was trying to push words out. He cleared his throat and took
in a fortifying breath. I heard what you said, that we
hate each other, and we did once, but that changed for me
though. He hoofed and shook his head.
I do hate that you're such a know it all, that you're
unpredictable and stubborn and bossy and uptight, but I don't
hate you, not really, not anymore, not for a long time
now. And seeing you almost Draco.
She cut in. No, please let me finish.
I when I thought you were. He growled and blew out a
frustrated breath. I like you, OK?
I don't know how it happened or when really, but I do.
Gods, you're so. You're like the fucking sun.
You're just so bloody bright and you take up so much space and
you're terrifying and warm and inimitable and I know you hate
me. I've given you every reason to,
and I'd never ever fucking deserve it.
But maybe you could learn to not hate me someday.
I can't promise I won't say the wrong things, will lose my
temper or goad you into a fight because I like when you get
stroppy, but I want to be better you.
He grabbed her fingers and lifted them to his lips, kissing
her knuckles softly. You make me want to be better.
I'll be better, I will. I'll be soft for you, if that's
what you need. I'll be nice to Potter, even.
I'll wear muggle denims and I'll learn how televisions work, if
that's what you want. If you want to keep me a secret,
I'll wait in dark alcoves for whenever you need me.
If all I can get from you is a slap across my cheek, I'll say
thank you and revel in the sting of it.
I'll do whatever you ask of me. I'll take whatever you're
willing to give If, if you'll just let me stay in your orbit.
You. You think I'm the sun?
He nodded his head earnestly and flashed a nervous smile.
I'd been rehearsing that speech for days.
Jenevra said it was romantic, but it came out differently than
I planned. He grimaced.
Have I scared you off? She let out a watery laugh,
tears pooling in her lashes, and whispered.
No, I'm not scared. Brave witch.
He whispered back, caressing her cheek with his thumb.
Her hand found hers and squeezed.
You really want to give this a go?
He squeezed hers back. You told me at the beginning of
the year that you would destroy me, remember?
She chuckled and nodded. Well, you have consider me
utterly destroyed. Chapter 13 Epilogue The train
compartment door swung open and Draco nearly toppled Hermione
over, pushing her inside. I thought you were going to hex
Potter's bollocks off. He laughed heartily.
Well, serves him right. I can't believe he told you
about the Polyjuice cat thing. Well now, don't have a kitten
over it. He barked out a laugh and dodged
as she tried to swat him. You did blurt out that he used
to obsess over me, which I'll never let him hear the end of,
so thank you for that. They giggled as he charmed the
blinds closed and cast a silencing charm and locking
spells on the door, her hands undoing his belt as he tossed
his wand on the bench and wrenched his cloakoff.
Need to have you before we're stuck in a prison with those lot
for a month. He growled as he trailed his
hands beneath her skirt, grabbing handfuls of her arse.
We're going to your Chateau in France.
You Dalt. She said as she palmed his
growing erection over his trousers.
And your friends are going too. Even worse.
He grunted as he thrust his hips, pushing his cock into her
hand. Theo is a menace and Blaze is
secretly even more unhinged. Don't accept a drink from him
without testing it for illicit potions first.
Don't pretend you don't like my friends.
She said breathlessly as he spun her around, pulling her back
against his chest and tugging her hair over the side of her
shoulder to lave at her neck. Jinny told me that you brought
her a fancy new broom. His fingers smoothed over the
skin of her thigh, trailing up to her heat, caressing her folds
gently over her knickers. It's not just a fancy broom,
which it's a cyclone FB 360. It's the best broom on the
market and I told her I'd take it back if she told anyone.
The little twat and you hang out with Harry more than me.
She said on a moan as he held a knickers to the side to slide
his fingers through her wetness. He thrust his hips, his
straining cock pressing into her backside as he grumbled.
I was forced to endure Scarhead's constant hovering per
the Ministry's barbaric amendment to my parole.
He was snickering together like school boys just last night.
She slapped her hands to the window glass of the carriage to
keep her balance. He thrust her finger in her
tight entrance as they both should it.
We charmed 1 of Theo's eyes to slightly larger than the other
two days ago and he still hasn't noticed.
It's hilarious. He pulled his fingers from her
and turned her quickly by the waist, palming her breasts over
her sweater as she gasped. I knew they looked odd.
He pulled her jumper over her head, her hands going to his
trousers to pull his cock free, her thumb spreading the bead of
moisture from his slit. I can't believe it.
This is the last time we'll be on this train.
I can't believe this is the first time either of us have
ever fucked on this train. He groaned.
She worked the precom over his glistening head and captured his
lips in a filthy kiss. His hands threaded into her
hair, his tongue twirling with hers before pulling away.
I'm going to sit down on that bench and you're going to warm
my cock all the way to King's Cross.
She pushed at his chest until his knees hit the bench and he
fell back, lips swollen and glistening.
She pulled the hem of her shirt over her head and unzipped her
skirt, letting it pool on the floor, leaving her clad in only
a lace bra and matching knickers the colour of Crimson.
He smirked. That is a lovely little set,
darling, but it's not your colour.
She placed her hands on her hips.
Since when? Since you changed yourself to a
Slytherin. He snapped his fingers and she
looked down, the lace now a deep shade of emerald.
Draco. She whined.
No matter, they'll be on the floor soon enough.
Come here. He spread his legs, his cock
twitching against his stomach as she rolled her eyes and stepped
between his thighs. You're unbearable prick, ha.
She keened as he ripped the cups of her bra down his mouth,
capturing a burnt nipple and biting the sensitive bud before
soothing the sting with his tongue.
Her hands move to unclasp her bra and toss it carelessly over
her shoulder, his fingers hooking under the waistband of
her knickers to slide them down her legs.
Fuck, you're perfect. He whispered reverently, his
hands ghosting up her thighs before digging into her waist to
hoist her on top of him. Her legs bracketing his hips,
her hand wrapped around his stiff cock and pushed it inside
her soaking cunt. She began rocking her hips, her
wet folds enveloping his length as she worked it through her
slit. His hands went to her thighs and
squeezed, his fingers digging into her flesh hard enough to
bruise as she shifted her hips and notched his tip at her
entrance. They both groaned as she slowly
lowered herself onto him, feeling each Ridge and vein as
it pressed against her walls. Once she was fully seated, her
hips flushed against his, they both let out a heavy breath and
his hands kneaded her backside, pulling and pushing her back and
forth onto his thick shaft. He brought his middle finger to
her lips and she sucked it into her mouth.
His other hand spread her arse cheeks and he pulled the digit
from her mouth before he wrapped his arm around her.
She gasped as she felt his finger, wet with her saliva,
rubbed her puckered hole. He slowly pushed into her and
grunted as her cunt clamped down on his cock, her walls
fluttering. Oh fuck, Draco, fuck, I'm going
to come. Yes baby, give it to me, I need
it, let me have it. Her hips grinded against him
with urgency as his finger pressed hard into that magic
spot and she saw stars bursting behind her eyelids.
Her orgasm rushed through her cunt, pulsing and throbbing.
Her body convulsed as she cried out in a moan.
Fuck. He growled as he pulled his
finger from her arse and held her hips as he thrust up into
her heart and painted her walls with his hot cum.
He stared at her, mouth hanging open, chest seething before he
captured her lips with his own in a deep kiss.
He pulled back slightly, mouth still grazing and whispered.
Tell me you hate me. She kissed his lips tenderly,
her hand caressing his jaw as she shook her head and whispered
softly. I can't.
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