Conquest

*~*DISCLAIMER: I own none of the Harry Potter characters, insignias, names, anything. I own only what I can. The books, movies… and my ideas. Sick as they may be. *~*


“Oh, Draco, that feels ood…ood… Yes, right there,” Hermione Granger moaned as Draco Malfoy’s well manicured fingers played with the area between her thighs.

“Yeah, you like that baby,” his deep voice came back at her, his lips lifting off her fully developed breasts.

Then, suddenly he started shaking her shoulders for no reason. Not roughly, like he was trying to show her something. Her eyes flew open.

“Hermione!!” Ginny Weasly’s face came into focus about two inches away, “Are you okay???”

“What? I’m fine, why?” Hermione blinked her eyes rapidly, wondering what was going on.

“You were having a nightmare… It sounded like someone was attacking you. You kept squirming in your bed. You were mumbling stuff too, but I couldn’t understand you,” Ginny answered, her eyes worried.

Hermione thought back and, with a shock, realized exactly what sort of a dream she had been having. And with who! Thank heaven Ginny hadn’t been able to understand. She assured Ginny that it was fine, and that it wasn’t that bad of a dream. She couldn’t possibly tell her about it. Imagine! Malfoy! Of all people!

She lay in bed, staring at the ceiling of her dormitory, while Ginny started softly snoring in her own bed, and thought about what could have made her have such a dream. Granted, he mat matured into a handsome young man and there was something weirdly attrae abe about him, but he was the enemy! He always had been. He hadn’t been nearly as snarky once his father was taken away, but he still scowled at Harry, Ron, and herself whenever he saw them. Or did he?

She thought back to just the other day, when she ran into him at the library. He greeted her as he was leaving and she was coming in… He was probably just distracted, though, and didn’t realize it was her. Everyone had a lot on their minds, their final year of school, and all.

Her mind wandered, wondering when he grew up, and how, suddenly, he got so sexy, and on that note, fell asleep.

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He closed his mouth onto hers, his tongue darting in and out, teasing her.

“You want me, don’t you,” he asked her.

“Ohh, yes Draco, I do,” she moaned.

“How bad?”

“I need you so much. You are so sexy. I’ve wanted you for so long,” she replied.

“What do you want me to do to you?”

“You know what I want. I want your big hard cock inside of me now,” she grinned mischievously.

He felt a sharp stir in in his groin. He hadn’t expected her to be so naughty. Although perhaps he should have. It always was that way with the conservative girls. Suddenly there was a loud beeping next to his head. He opened his eyes… and saw his alarm clock, flashing at him.

He hit the snooze button, angry at it for waking him up in mid middle of such an amazing dream. He thought back, anxious to remember the details. Who had it been? It wasn’t Pansy, that’s for sure. For all her talk and reputation, she wasn’t exactly exciting in bed. He remembered running his fingers through long brown, wavy hair… Hermione! Of course!

As disturbed as it made him feel, he had to admit that she had grown quite beautiful. She came back at the start of seventh year like a new person. Or at least a new body. Her 5’8” frame, though tall and skinny last year, was slightly curvaceous, although she’d always be skinny. There was just something about her. It wasn’t the greatest body, but the way she carried it… He felt that familiar movement in his shorts.

She just presented such a challenge to him. No Slytherin had ever bagged a Gryffindor before. It just wasn’t done. No self-respecting Slytherin would DATE a Gryffindor, but there was no sex between those two houses for the sole reason that the girls seemed to hate the Slytherin boys. No guy could ever change their minds, though many had tried.

Draco had been with many a girl over the last couple years. He had been able to get anyone he wanted. Sometimes they put up resistance, but never anything he couldn’t overcome within a few days. He longed for a challenge. Hermione was just that. She was so sure of herself- it would be difficult to persuade her to do anything. She wasn’t the type to fawn over his magnificence. And for that reason, he wanted to MAKE her fawn over him. She was bound to be interesting.

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“Partners will be as follows: If you look underneath your cauldron, you will have a colored circle. Find your other color and you will be partners for the next week of potions,” Snape stated in his usual bored tone. “I hope this isn’t too difficult for you, Potter,” he sneered as Harry looked around for his mate.

Hermione checked with Harry and Ron first, but neither had the matching color. Then someone’s hand came down on her desk- holding a circle of the same red as hers. She looked at the hand, noticing the well-manicured fingers. She suddenly remembered her dream, and began to blush as her eyes traveled up his muscular arm to rest on the face she already knew would be looking down at her. Malfoy.

She tried to regain her composure as he looked down at her. “Well, looks like we’re partners, you mudblood. Better get your stuff and bring it over to my desk,” he said snottild std started walking away towards his desk.

“Son-of-a-bitch,” she muttered at him. He had gone out of ear shot, and rather than create a scene by telling him to bring HIS stuff to her desk, she just grabbed her books and followed him to his corner of the room.


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