The Prime Princess

Hermione laid in the last row with her head in Blaise’s lap as he massaged her temples. She had no idea what had come over her on the third floor when Draco had showed up. Looking up she saw a very smug Blaise who stared right at Draco and provoked him with the permission to touch her.

“You keep that up and he’ll murder you for real,” Hermione snickered and reached up to run her fingers through his silky curls. Blaise smiled brightly and leaned down a bit.

“But it’s fun,” pouted Blaise and brushed a light kiss over her forehead. Hermione cupped his face with both hands and looked honestly at him.

“I know,” she told and shrieked as Blaise had lowered his hands to her sensitive sides and tickled her mercilessly.

Draco looked up from his notes and saw the couple in the back row giggling and laughing. His anger rose as he spotted Blaise touching her, making her writhe and gasp. Carmen Granger shot a dirty look at them and stood up. Draco quirked a brow and followed her with his gaze. Twenty-two pairs of eyes were fixed on Blaise and Hermione.

“Knock it off or get a room!” yelled Carmen and posed bossily.

“A room sounds nice,” leered Blaise. Hermione smirked and almost fell over.

“Argh, this is no place to make out!”

“Of course it’s not! It would require some private place, a four-poster and lots of whipped cream and strawberries,” sneered Hermione and got up, only to straddle Blaise, grab at his robes and give him a mind-blowing kiss.

“But I guess this has to do,” grinned Hermione after tearing free from gasping Blaise and pushed herself against his growing erection, getting a horny moan out of him.

“Ten points from Slytherin for…” started Carmen.

“For what?” Hermione stood up and towered over the bossy witch. “We all have to suffer from seeing you and the Weasel snogging behind dark corners! Jeez! Even the greenhouses aren’t safe anymore as you two are at each other! Oh, and lets not forget the Restricted Section in Library! I can’t count the times I have stepped on you in there!” Hermione watch in satisfaction, as Carmen turned red and ran out of there.

“That was easy,” murmured Hermione as the crowd was laughing and she sat back into his lap, facing Draco. “Now, lets see if we can make Malfoy jump out of a window.” Blaise got bold and thrust his hands under her skirt, feeling her bare flesh. His erect cock was snugly pressed against her ass and felt very happy.

Draco gritted his teeth as he was forced to look at wriggling Hermione and aroused Blaise licking the side of her neck and nibbling the sensitive skin. Other Prefects had turned back into argument and didn’t notice the heated scene as long as the two kept it quiet. He gripped a handful of parchment and tried to ease his anger but it only grow as he thought about the earlier on third floor. At then she had been herself but right now she was something else. Like possessed… What had brought the change? A really good hit at the head?

Anthony Goldstein was pushing Ernie MacMillan into fight and Draco was about to hex those two blokes as Hermione stood up and demanded attention.

“Hey, Goldstein, why do you want to throw this ball? You do know that a masquerade has to be fun? I don’t think you can pull this off! Ravenclaw is full of nerds and nerds aren’t fun at all!” mocked Hermione and got six ravenclaws very angry.

Draco stared at Hermione and gritted his teeth. He already knew if she and Blaise won the right to organize a party, they would be together even more and that wasn’t good. Without further thinking he stood up, banged a fist onto the table surface and boomed over yelling crowd.

“MASQUERADE GOES TO HUFFLEPUFF!”

“What? You gone daft? Since when Malfoy favors Hufflepuff?!”

“No way! This isn’t fair! I tell McGonagall!”

“Yey!”

“Oh, for crying out loud,” muttered Hermione as Draco dismissed the meeting and outraged Prefects flooded out of the classroom. “I’ll play with you later,” she promised to Blaise and waited when only her and Draco were in the room.

“Care to explain why you gave the masquerade to bloody Huffy-Puffy?” demanded Hermione and faced the Head Boy.

“I don’t have to explain anything to you,” hissed Draco and pushed past her but Hermione was determined to get an answer out of him.

“Why Hufflepuff? You know that MacMillan will brag about this for the next 3 months!” she pressed on, grabbed at his arm and swung him around. “Slytherin has always thrown the best parties ever!”

“I had to choose between them and Griffindor! Do you honestly think I’d give that opportunity to Griffindor? And who are YOU anyway?” Draco growled and took a hard grip at her shoulders. She didn’t even realized when she had been pushed against a wall. Draco covered her body with his, preventing her escape.

“What do you mean? I’m not the one raping and murdering!” spat Hermione and struggled against him, getting a feel of his body.

“I haven’t done none of those things,” snarled Draco, snatched both her wrists into his hand and pulled them above her head for safekeeping. “But if this excites you, then I can happily comply.”

“What?” stammered Hermione and stared into his stormy eyes. Draco grinned evilly and conjured a silver dagger. He slithered the cold metal along her neck, tracking the artery and moved higher over her jaw and very slightly pushed the blade next to her cheek.

“Do you like it?” he hissed in somewhat hoarse voice and looked right into her almost black eyes. Hermione struggled between snapping at his face and getting her face cut.

“Let. Me. Go,” growled Hermione and put on her badass face.

“No, YOU let go of her,” warned Draco more seriously than ever. The dagger glided over her cherry-black hair and ran up her arm. His face was hard and cold like steel when Draco dared her.

“You are crazy,” Hermione whispered coolly, somewhat disappointed in him.

“Am I?” Draco challenged, drew his fist back and hit the dagger with all the force through her raised wrists, nailing her hands to stonewall. Blood-chilling scream rose from her throat, deafening Draco and shoving him away from her. He was sure the whole goddamn castle heard her cry but still he silenced the classroom and hit her with a pain-numbing spell.

Adrenaline and endorphins mixed with a shock made her forget about the silver dagger holding her in place. Draco rushed back to her and supported her confused collapsing body. He lifted her left thigh over his hip and pinned her strongly against the wall, preventing her to slide down and do more damage to her hands.

“Hey, stay with me,” he hushed and cupped her face. “Mione, talk to me.” She opened her eyes and under his gaze the color of her eyes returned to warm coffee brown.

“Draco?” muttered Hermione and wanted to put her hands around his shoulders but couldn’t.

“Beautiful,” whispered Draco and smiled timidly. “So it do works on werewolves and vampires but also on you…”

“What are you talking about? What is going on?” her voice sounded with each word stronger and more demanding. She craned her gaze up and saw the dagger that held both her wrists together.

“You…” hissed Hermione in boiling anger and with one movement she had him clamped between her strong thighs, squeezing the air out of Draco.

“Mione, this is not you,” Draco gasped and clawed at her legs to get free from her crushing grip.

“Oh, so who am I? Do you even know who I am?” she laughed maniacally and grinned with satisfaction as she heard his ribs crack. Bracing herself against the wall and holding onto the dagger, she shoved him off and sent him flying into a row of desks.

“You only have this image of a weak, sorry-ass lass who can’t judge by herself,” she defied and ripped herself free, pulling the blade out of between bones, she took few steps closer to Draco who scrambled to feet. He held his Bludger-injured hand to his chest as he hauled himself halfway onto a desk.

“That miserable thing never existed,” she continued and confronted Draco. With a loud crack she drove the blade into the wooden surface and smirked at him as the dagger nearly missed his hand.

“If you think you can beat me, then you’re dead wrong even trying but I’ll give you a chance,” Hermione leered and the look on her face was bright with lust for a fight. Draco tried to reach for his wand but she was quicker and kicked it out of his hand.

“Oh, I do believe that I can take you without magic,” she said and flexed her fingers as blood dripped from her wounds. She avoided looking at the mess on her hands for not to faint.

“Ariston,” Draco growled and wincing from broken bones, he stood tall and towered over the witch. “You yourself asked for it.”

Hermione didn’t wait for an invitation and tore off the black school robe, throwing it into a heap with haste. Draco inhaled sharply as seeing her wearing a short uniform skirt and tight white blouse. Damn, those legs looked so good but also felt painful as Hermione kicked him at the side. Already shattered rib punctured his lung and caused hell of a lot of pain.

Next hit caught him at the solar plexus and almost sent him onto knees. Catching his breath, Draco gathered his wits and attacked her with no remorse.

“Come on, show me what you got!” roared Draco and pushed all the agony to the background. He jumped on her and hit hard but missed and slammed his good fist into nearby desk, smashing it into bits.

“WHAT IN THE NAME OF MERLIN IS GOING ON HERE?” rumbled a high-pitched voice over the classroom. Professor McGonagall was standing at the doorway and stared at two slytherins. She had heard Hermione’s scream before the room was soundproofed and had rushed to the scene.

Draco shook his hand that had bloody knuckles and gazed at Hermione who was frozen into place. At one point she looked at his minor wounds and then at her bleeding punctured wrists. Evil nausea crept up from the pit of her stomach.

“I don’t know, professor,” she managed to say and fainted.