Sisters of the Dark Moon

OMG, did you think I’d never update this fiction? Good news for all Sisters of the Dark Moon fans. In a burst of inspiration, the rest of the story seemed to flow into my mind a few weeks ago and I’ve outlined the rest of this dark drama. I’m happy that happened as I was stuck for the longest time (years?) on where to take this fiction. I have to admit that I’m pretty pleased with what I have planned and I hope you’ll like it - if any of the old fans are still around or interested. If you are new to the story - welcome!

Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or make any money from the writing of this fiction.

Weak Moments

His lips fell breathlessly away from hers. “Come on, Granger, I know a place.” Draco took her hand and began to pull her down the corridor, but she resisted.

“I can’t, Malfoy, I’ve got things to do,” Hermione replied, her mind filled with dread at what the Goddess had planned.

Draco pushed Hermione against the wall, pressing his body against hers. “Maybe you didn’t hear me right, Granger. I want you. I intend to have you,” he hissed, his lips against her ear. “Now, either you let me take you somewhere private, or I fuck you up against this wall. Choose now.”

His tongue dragged along the side of her neck and his lips sucked on her soft skin, sending chills along her spine. Hermione fought against her lust, but Malfoy was too sexy for his own good. His body, his scent, his skill, all served to defeat her will power as she felt her lust building rapidly.

How could she kill him?

Her arms rose, holding onto his shoulders as her legs weakened and she began sliding down the wall. She was so tired of being strong, so tired of all the expectations of the sisterhood and the Goddess. A lone tear fell down her cheek.

Draco heard a sniffle and looked at her face, puzzled. Tears? “What’s this, Granger?”

She said nothing, but looked at him wearily. When she began sliding down the wall further, he scooped her up in his arms.

“Are you ill?” Draco persisted.

“I suppose I’m not recovered yet,” she replied.

Draco grinned widely. “So, I really did wear you out yesterday? I thought that was the reason you didn’t show for meals today. Don’t worry, Granger, I’ll be gentle with you tonight.”

Hermione rolled her eyes. “You didn’t ‘wear me out.’ I was a victim… of a curse.”

Draco’s face darkened. “Who cursed you?” He was already striding down the corridor with her in his arms, heading for an empty room he knew of, an unused professor’s office.

“I don’t want to talk about it,” Hermione replied. She pondered whether or not to demand he put her down. But it felt too good to be in his arms. She felt cared for, nurtured.

The door of the office was ajar and Draco kicked it open with one foot and set Hermione down on the large desk as he backtracked to shut the door and lock it. “Granger,” he said, crossing his arms and considering her, “why don’t you let me help you? Why do you keep pushing me away? If you’re in trouble, I can help. Does it have to do with the Sisters of the Dark Moon? Did Dumbledore find out?”

“No, he doesn’t know about that,” she replied, wondering why she was seemingly having a normal conversation with Malfoy. If only he knew what she had to do.

“Who cursed you? Tell me the truth,” Malfoy ordered, stepping closer and placing his hands on the edge of the desk on either side of her.

“I… I made the Goddess angry, last night,” Hermione admitted. Shut up, Hermione, shut up, what are you doing?

Draco sighed heavily. “Merlin, Granger, you’ve angered a Goddess?” He took a few steps away, running a hand through his hair. He paced back and forth. “So, how can you appease her? Surely, there is something you can do? Tell me more, Granger. Fuck, this would have been so much easier if it was a person. I could have taken care of it for you.”

Hermione watched him pace, her mind wanting to scream with the insanity of it all. He wanted to her help her?

He stopped moving and turned to face her. “Tell me, what does she want? Why was she angry?”

“Blood, she wants blood,” Hermione replied, coldly.

Draco shrugged. “So you give her blood.”

“Not just blood, Malfoy, but the life that goes with it.”

He stared at her a few moments. Then he looked off to the side and laughed. “My Gods, Granger, you do pick your enemies well. Such dark magic you’ve been messing with. Tut, tut, what would everyone think of you now?”

She angered, pushing herself off the desk and toward the door. “I don’t need your ridicule,” she snapped.

Fingers wrapped around her wrist, tugging her back to face him. He studied her face a moment. “We’re not done here, Granger. And I still intend to help you.”

“You don’t know what you’re saying,” she growled, trying to pull out of his grasp.

He yanked her harder, pushing her against the desk, his face just inches from hers. “I’ll find a sacrifice for you,” he promised, his voice low.

Hermione’s eyes widened, shocked. Her head began to move side to side. “You don’t know what you’re saying, Malfoy. You need to stay away from me - far away from me.”

“Fat chance of that,” he replied, his mouth descending hungrily on hers.

She wept as they kissed, wept at her weakness, at her folly. Making love to Malfoy, knowing what she had to do, yet unwilling to stop him, stop herself.

“Cry all you want, Granger, I’m still going to have you,” he vowed, his lips traveling down the column of her neck and his fingers working on the buttons of her blouse. Her hands rose to cradle the back of his head, pushing him further onto her breasts.

He pealed her blouse away, descending on her lush mounds as his hand unhooked her brazier, letting it slide to the floor below. He suckled her nipples, licking, biting, pleased at the quickening of her breath.

She wanted him, he knew it.

His hand slipped under her skirt, seeking the warm, moist place. He moved his fingers up her thigh and over her sex, cupping her, rubbing his fingers over the wet material of her knickers.

Yes, she wanted him.

Hermione mewled deliciously as he rubbed her. His cock hardened painfully. Fuck, he needed her.

He grasped her knickers and tugged them down her thighs, letting them fall, while he pushed her onto the desk with his other hand. “We are right for each other, Granger, you’ve got to see that,” he said, pulling her knees apart and stepping between her legs.

He shoved her skirt up and out of the way, looking at her swollen and excited folds.

She stopped weeping and looked into his intense gaze. He put his finger in his mouth, wetting it with his tongue, before lowering it to massage her needy clit. Hermione jumped at his touch, her breath leaving her body as he toyed with her.

“You should hate me, Malfoy.

“Probably,” he smirked. “But I don’t.”

He bent down, wrapping his arms around her thighs, as his mouth began kissing her sex, tasting her, sucking her, licking her, feasting on her.

“Oh!” Hermione moaned, her head hitting the desk as she lay back, giving herself up to the sensations assaulting her. His lips, tongue, - felt so divine. The fingers he slid into her as he feasted were long and skilled, rubbing her in the right spot, making her orgasm inevitable.

When she burst, her back arched and she covered her mouth with her hand, unwilling to let them be heard. Malfoy groaned in pleasure as she came, licking her release with frantic, hungry, swipes.

When Hermione opened her eyes, he already had his pants down and his hard cock was jutting out from beneath his shirt. “I’m going to fuck you now,” he announced.

Hermione licked her lips and nodded. This was wrong, everything was wrong. But in this moment, she no longer cared. When she was fucking, she could escape, escape to a place where angry Goddesses and dark magic did not exist, only mind numbing pleasure existed.

She reveled when his long, hard cock slid into her wet channel, filling her and sating her hunger in this moment. Malfoy seemed to sense her need and he picked up her legs, slinging them over his forearms and pulling her bottom slightly over the edge of the desk.

Draco drove into her relentlessly, fucking her harder, faster, hitting her deep. “You’re mine, Granger,” he growled.

But Hermione barely heard him, so caught up in the sensation of their joining. For now she could forget everything and everyone. And if she kept her eyes closed, she wouldn’t have to look at him and be reminded about what she had to do.

Then he slowed, pulling in and out of her with long, sure strokes. “Open your eyes, Granger.”

She only shook her head and did not comply. “Just fuck me, Malfoy. Make me forget.”

And he did. He picked up the pace again, using his fingers on her clit as well. Merlin, she felt so good. Her tight pussy fit perfectly around him. He could feel her quickening, shaking and knew she was about to cum again. “That’s it, Granger, cum on me.” His balls tightened with his own build up and exploded in her depths as she convulsed around his hard shaft, squeezing him, milking him. “Yesssss, so good, Granger,” he hissed.

As they slowed, he bent down to kiss her but Hermione turned her face to the side, avoiding him. Malfoy stared at her in question before standing straight and pulling out. “Why so cold?” he asked, pulling his trousers back up.

Hermione sat up, frowning. “I told you, I’m still not feeling well.” She hopped off the desk and began gathering her own clothing and putting it on. Her worries came rushing back to her like the tide coming in after a temporary respite. What was she to do? Malfoy was making it harder and harder for her to completely hate him. It was the spell, wasn’t it? Without the spell, he’d hate her. She was sure of it.

She didn’t want to kill him. She didn’t want to kill anyone. She had two more weeks until the next dark moon. Two more weeks to figure out some way to get out of this mess. She felt so alone with the burden. Even her fellow sisters had no idea how evil their Goddess was. They thought it was all great fun having such power over men. They didn’t realize there was a price for all that power.

She made her way slowly to the door, feeling awkward and confused. She shouldn’t be doing this to Malfoy. She was angry at herself for being so weak.

Before she could open the door, she heard him speak.

“When?”

“When, what?”

“When do you need to do… it?”

“On the night of the next dark moon,” she replied, not looking at him, her hand on the door knob.

“How?”

Her eyes focused on a knot in the wood grain of the door, her vision blurring. “A knife through the heart.”

“Consider it done.”

She couldn’t be there anymore. She flung open the door without looking back and ran, tears falling down her cheeks.

OOOOOO

As the Gryffindor girls prepared for bed that night, Hermione held an impromptu meeting in her room. She knew they were all curious as to what had happened to her the night before and she wanted to explain only once.

“What have you heard?” Hermione asked.

“Heard? We saw you, Hermione. We discovered you on the floor all cut up. The statue was laying next to you,” explained Lavender. “We told McGonagall immediately.”

“Didn’t any of you think to hide the statue first?” she snapped.

The girls starred, surprised at her anger toward them.

Hermione took a deep breath, calming herself. “I’m sorry. It is just that Dumbledore has the statue now and I don’t think the Goddess is very pleased about that.”

“Will he find out about us?” asked Ginny, worriedly.

“I played dumb about it. I told him it was just a souvenir from Egypt,” she explained. “He think’s there may be a curse on it and that is why I was attacked. He knows nothing about the sisterhood.”

“Why did you get attacked?” asked Katie.

“I… I said something the Goddess wasn’t pleased about.”

“What?” Katie persisted.

“I wanted to undo a spell I had her put on Malfoy. She refused,” Hermione answered, carefully. She didn’t want to give the details.

“Oh, Hermione!” Ginny exclaimed. “She’s angry at you? That is bad. She is very powerful. What if…”

“Shhhhh… it’s all right, Ginny. She just wants us to do a ritual at the next dark moon. Then she’ll be happy again. Don’t fret.”

“What kind of ritual?” Pavarti asked.

Hermione hesitated, unable to speak.

“Hermione?”

She forced a smile. “It will be a surprise. Don’t worry about a thing.”

The girls were beginning to look uncomfortable. Katie twisted the ring on her finger in nervousness. “Maybe we should just quit all this for awhile. Maybe it’s too dangerous.”

“No!” Hermione said, too quickly. “We can’t. I mean, we can’t turn our backs on the Goddess all of the sudden like that. She wants this ritual. Worse things could happen if we don’t do it.” Hermione tried to smile. “Come now, everyone, we’ve been having so much fun, haven’t we? I’ll smooth things over with the Goddess, don’t worry. Have I ever let you down?”

The girls looked at one another, sighing in resignation.

OOOOO

Breakfast was disturbed the next morning by Filch running through the doors of the Great Hall and to the head table. He didn’t stop himself until he was at the side of Professor McGonagall.

McGonagall looked at filch, expectantly. What could be so urgent?

Filch swallowed while trying to catch his breath. “Professor McGonagall, you have to come quick.”

Minerva McGonagall did not feel like running anywhere without knowing more. “Whatever is so urgent, Mr. Filch?”

Filch looked at the other faces at the Professor’s table, all were waiting expectantly. All, except the one whom the news was about.

“It’s Professor Dumbledore. He’s dead.”

OOOOO

A/N Oh, my! Darkness is descending on Hogwarts!

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~Petalsoft