Wish I had an Angel

I wish I had an angel for one
Moment of love.
I wish I was your angel tonight

She didn’t know when it happened, or when that first glimpse of lust coursed through her veins. Always the smart one they said, the brightest witch of her age. Snorting in disgust at herself, Hermione turned away from the object of her school girl feelings.

Deep into the dying day
I took a step outside an innocent heart
Prepare to hate me fall when
I may
This night will hurt you like never before.

He cornered her after potions class, her poison her angel of lust. No one was around as he pressed her up against the wall. Hot breath on her neck; a whispered word. Promises of new exciting dangers with hells own angel of death. Feeling her body heat up, Hermione didn’t know when she said yes to meet them in the dark hours of midnight. Or what would have possessed her to allow this boy this young man to make her body move the way it did.

Old loves they die hard
Old lies they die harder

Lying awake in her bed, looking at the ceiling wondering if she would go, the clock chimed eleven o’clock. Looking at her timepiece she saw that it was now nearly midnight. Gryffindor she was though, slipping out of the dorms, slipping past Mrs. Norris into the room of all requirements knowing that this was it this was the point of no return.

I wish I had an angel for one
Moment of love
I wish I had your angel
Your Virgin Mary undone
I’m in love with my lust
Burning angel wings to dust
I wish I had your angel tonight

He was there lying on black sheets, pale hair spread like angel wings. Bare from the waist up he smiled at her. With one figure beckoning her to come to him. Join him in this bed of carnal sins; there would be no going back no telling herself it was all a dream. Falling into warm arms feeling him pull her down, kisses like fire. Clothes pulled off no words of protest fell from her lips. It was as if seven years of fighting with each other had led up to this moment. This moment of pure unadulted passion. Neither could explain it, though they could not fight the way her body arched into his skilled hands nor the sharp intake of his breath as her innocent hands brushed his hardness.

I’m going down so frail and cruel
Drunken disguise changes all
The rules
Old loves they die hard
Old lies they die harder
I wish I had an angel..

Feeling his lips slowly kissing down her body, Hermione moaned. Soft fingers cupped her sex, sliding in. Feeling the wetness, “This is all for me my lioness, I cannot explain it but you were made for mine after tonight you will be mine. Not Wesley’s, potters or anyone else’s!” Surprised by the possessive tone to his voice, Hermione looked down into the silver eyes of her lover.

“No one else’s but yours.” She moaned as his lips replaced his fingers, licking the sweetness that was hers. Grasping at the sheets feeling her fingers slid as rapture filled her thoughts. Moans turned into gasps as she felt her climax coming. “Not alone Hermione, You will not cum alone.” Her lover was over her now, sliding himself against her warmth. Feeling his immense size she worried it would not fit. Sensing her thoughts he laughed, “Never fear my little Lioness, you were made for me.” Pushing fast he caught her cry of pain as he tore through her flower.

Greatest thrill
Not to kill
But to have the prize
Of the night
Hypocrite, wannabe friend
13th disciple who betrayed
Me for nothing

Adjusting to his size, Hermione gave a slight squeeze. Smiling at his hissed breath, hands grasping her hips telling her not move. “This will be over before it starts if you do that, gods you’re tight.” Her lover slid out then slightly in again, allowing her to feel every movement. Looking down into her eyes he smiled, no smirk no snide comments. For the first time since first year Hermione finally sore a real genuine smile on Draco Malfoy’s face. “Yes I am ready,” and god Harry please forgive me this.

Draco groaned slamming his body into her taking them both on a roller coaster ride to heaven and hell. Hermione felt her climax building with every thrust, screaming in pleasure she bit down his neck feeling hot blood flow into her mouth. In response he sunk his teeth into her neck both biting, never noticing the light building around their sweating, pulsing bodies. Feeling Hermione was about to lose it Draco thrust more madly into her. Both screaming their orgasms as one. Bodied joining in s ritual as old as the magic itself.


Last dance
First kiss
Your touch my bliss
Beauty always comes with
Dark thoughts

In a tower high above the castle an old woman looked at the portrait of her dear friend as he smiled down at her. “They are joined Minerva, it is time for the old magic to return.” Minerva sighed knowing that two of her students were in for tougher times then they had ever imagined.

I wish I had an angel.......

a/n the song is called wish I had an angel by the band nightwish. Reviews please keeps my muse off my back. Oh and for anyone who reads my other stories I'm getting there lol.