Dancing With Dragons

HERE it is!! Hope everyone likes and had a good holiday! Thanks for all the reviews..... much love!!!

in answer to a review- i kind of explain the death eaters coming in chapter ten. Lupin tells Hermione that the Dark Lord had taken over the ministry and there for the school. That it's a legal change and the death eaters are going there right now. She realizes she has to go back for the sword and thats where this chapter starts. It really not okay that the death eaters are there, but it like the book. They take over to keep a watch and have power. The Carrows find out the Hermione isnt in school when they go to find draco and they are waiting for her, thinking she might know the whereabouts about Harry. The Carrow are sort of the eyes for V at the school. I dunno, make more sense? IF anyone else doesnt get it let me know i might need to do rewrites...hey it happens

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She feared opening her eyes and making the voices real, but she feared keeping them closed. Not knowing who they were scared her more. She ripped them open still kneeling on the floor. Fear flooded her body. There hadn’t been anytime to feel fear when she’d battled the snake, but now the world of violence and pain had endless possibilities. There was no instant reaction, as she stared at the deatheaters before her, just an antagonizing wait to see what would happen. There they all stood. Snape, Professor McGonagall, Alecto and Amycus Carrow, and Macnair. She’d never seen the Carrows in person but she had heard about them and it sent shivers down her spine. Last but the very least was Draco Malfoy. Her eyes were suddenly all for him. He looked down at her with a terrible, evil smirk. How could she have been so fucking stupid! If it hadn’t been for all the potential violence she would have smacked the smile from his face.

Professor McGonagall was her only ally in the room and when she finally tore her eyes from Malfoy she could tell McGonagall had been through hell and back. There was such fear in older woman’s eyes and it was all for her, Hermione. That made it all the worse and she looked away.

“Please I insist that you all leave. I told you a thousand times that Miss. Granger was just going to check on her sick boyfriend Ronald Wesley.” She knew that McGonagall didn’t actually think they would leave, but she was giving Hermione what she needed to get the fuck out of this situation as painlessly as possible.

“Shut you mouth you dirty old bag. I’ll be asking the questions around here.” That was from Amycus who was short and lumpy with an odd limp, she noticed, as he walked to her. She scurried to her feet. He might not look like much, but having him stalk her like prey struck fear into her very heart. He pushed his face into hers, as they were the same height.

“Now, little mudblood where were you?”

“I was at the Wesley’s…” But she didn’t get to finish her sentence because she felt a hand slap her. She felt the pain seer through her face; same as the night Tom had done it. She suddenly realized that Tom was a boy compared to the dark man in front of her. She stumbled back, but after what she’d been through tonight she wouldn’t cry out.

Mean while Professor McGonagall had lost it. She went to run for Hermione. “Stop it right now! You can’t ever hit a student!” Snape caught her roughly pulling her back and keeping her locked in her arms. She shuttered with revolution at the he thought of being trapped in Snape's arm. Trapped in the arms of a murder, a man who killed Dumbledore. How could this be happening? Not how! Why?! She was so tired.

“I’ll trust you to keeping your fucking mouth shut Minerva,” Snape hissed. “One more out burst like that and you’ll have to leave and than I think the Carrows will have some real fun.” Everyone else in the room laughed. Professor McGonagall slumped giving up the struggle for freedom. This was sick having to listen to them talking about her as if she wasn’t there. Talking in front of her about the torture they’d love to inflict. She’d always known people liked this existed but every time she saw it, it shocked her.

“Now,” Amycus said sternly bringing her attention back to him. “It’s Professor Carrow to you mudblood. Now where were you?” She fucking hated the man in front of her. Anger boiled.

“I told you I was at the Wesley’s house seeing Ron. He’s very sick!” Smack. She pushed the tears back but she couldn't help bring her hand to her cheek. She felt dizzy, sick, and her legged still ached.

“Aren’t you a little cheeky mudblood slut? Why did you come back so late? Visiting for hours? Hmmm? Only one explanation you were sucking off that blood traitor.” He wheezed a disgusting giggle that sent bolts of fear through her. “Pathetic he would even touch you!” Her cheeks flushed but she didn’t yell. She couldn’t let him affect her. “Well it doesn’t matter because I don't believe you anyway.” He raised his wand and she braced herself for pain, but it didn’t come. Suddenly Malfoy stepped up. How did she keep forgetting he was there, that he was a threat!

“Professor I don’t mean to interrupt, but could I have the honor of doing it. I am very apt at searching the mind.” He was sneering at her but his eyes were so dead. Than it hit her that they were planing on raping her mind. GOD NO! She’d been trained a bit, but in her weak condition she wasn’t sure she could keep them from her thoughts. If they ever found out what she’d done tonight she'd ruin everything. She’d be telling the world about the Hurcruxes and Harry would fail. Worse they might kill or kidnap her. How could this be happening?

“Of course Mr. Malfoy. Glad to see you finally taking an active role.” He moved a side.

“Of course. Chance to show where my loyalty lies.” But he was looking at her when he said it. Sure, she thought, you have no loyalties.

She started to shiver and hugging herself. There was something worse about having Malfoy do this. How cruel life was. She needed to keep her mind blank. She was stronger than this! She took a deep breath and thought of a large castle wall. She smiled at Malfoy trying to feel confident. “Give it to me Malfoy,” she whispered

“Oh I plan too mudblood.” How did he make everything sound so sexual and than he yelled,

“Legilimens.” And she was no match for his power. God he was strong. He didn’t just probe he ripped through her mind. She screamed from the pain and her thoughts flooded. She was reliving the pain as her leg was torn by the snake. She cried out. She couldn’t let him see this. If she couldn’t stop him she could make him see what she wanted. He was powerful, but not careful. She thought of other powerful memories. Her parents burst through her mind. She was hugging them and crying. She was saying goodbye. Maybe forever.

No not that either. That couldn’t be known and it as too personal. Ron burst in next, but it was the memory of Ron trying to kiss her as she felt nothing. It made her think of Malfoy and the passion he stirred in her. Suddenly their drama flooded with in her. ‘You want me’, she screamed in her mind, ‘well here it is, from my side.’

The little shit hole of a trip down memory lane seemed like hours, days, weeks, but really it was seconds. First she was looking at him over her book taking him in while he didn’t notice. She was breathing hard as she fucked herself in the shower to the thought of him. He was kissing her and she was loosing control. He was pulling her away from Tom. His dame gray eyes, wicked smirk she almost come to cherish, and the smell of ginger and earth. She felt it so hard she thought she could smell it. Tears were streaming down her face. She didn’t feel cold any more. She felt ripped open from the seams. Raw and open.

She was burning her dress, crying on the wall. Wondering if he could be saved! She was smiling at him when he wasn’t looking. She was lying on the floor writhing underneath him. She came hard again and again. But worst she shared how vulnerable she allowed herself to be with him. How comfortable she’d been with him. Than it was her watching his eyes as Pansy screamed her poison. She watched again as what little happiness she created without Ron and Harry was ripped from her.

He pulled back suddenly and she screamed from the painful absence. She was falling to her knees and they were all laughing. She pounded the floor trying to forget the pain. But had it all been pain from the spell or was it from watching it again? Reminding her of the loss, the foolishness, and the fake bliss.

“Well Mr. Malfoy?”

“She was telling the truth.” Her eyes shot to him. Her mind couldn’t even comprehend what was happening. This was a cruel joke, right. “She went to see that thing she calls a boyfriend.”

“Well if that was all what took so long? Why so tortured?”

Malfoy smirked and she realized how easily he could turn cold and emotionaless. It made her want to be sick. “Well how could I pass up the opportunity to exploit the little slut? The Wesley being sick doesn’t stop her from ridding his pathetic little dick. Disgusting, really, watching her hump him like a dog. For a little slut she can’t even make a man cum.” The Carrows seemed to be enjoying her pain. “Made her watch it again and again while I did it.” He was laughing. They all were and McGonagall looked confused and horrified. She must have thought Hermione had implanted fake memories.

Even though she was happy her skull wasn’t being bashed on the floor what Malfoy was saying humiliated her. She’d never had sex and the fact that she thought about it with Malfoy and now he was calling her a whore and exploiting supposedly true memories made more tears flow.

“Good work Mr. Malfoy. I think you shall be reward.” Snape released Professor McGonagall but forced her to walk towards the door.

“Miss. Granger I’ll assume there will be no more trips out side the castle.” She just stared hard at Snape refusing to give him, no, all of them any more satisfaction in her pain. Snape turned and left and everyone else filed out, but before they all left Amycus turned to her.

“Trust you be wary mudblood I’ll be watching you.” As soon as they left she let out a breath she didn’t know she was holding. She sat on the floor trying to keep the panic and tears from rising. ‘No more fucking tears!’ After a moment she felt eyes on her and she looked up to find Malfoy. God why didn’t he just leave with the rest of them! She wanted to be angry, but she was too tired.

“What?” She even sounded tired.

“Listen Granger I just wanted…”

“On second thought Malfoy I don’t give a shit what you have to say.” She got up. She desperately need a shower and a bed.

“Don’t walk away from me Granger! I just saved you ass back there.”

That was it! She was tired, but this ended now. “Oh thank you so much for saving my ass by raping my mind. You are an insignificant little prick! You had nothing! Plus, god-forbid I show those thoughts to someone else. What would they do to you if they ever found out you were trying to fuck a mudblood.” She was spitting mad.

“I’d tell them it was just a little bet you ungrateful little shit. That’s not why I did it. If anyone else had done it they would have found what you didn’t want to share. They would have mind fucked you and than toured you till you died to find Potter. Don’t think I didn’t see the snake Granger. You know what I’ve seen that snake before you silly little girl! Where were you Granger!?”

She laughed nastily. “Like I would fucking tell you. I don’t owe you anything and I certainly don’t trust you. I was stupid enough to forget myself once, trust me it wont happen again. And why did you do it Malfoy? To add a little twist? Oh I know, to have something hold over my head. Your sick.” She was staring into those stormy gray eyes and saw too much emotion. How could she believe it though. He just turned on and off like a robot.

“That not it.” He was starting to yell.

“What is it than Malfoy? I obviously don’t mean a shit to you. I mean less than nothing. You tired to sell my fucking virginity! You made me a prize and worse yet you pretended to want to be my friend! You’re a twisted fuck!”

“It wasn’t like that!”

“Please like I’d believe you. You tired to steal something from me. Something I could never get back! Why do you hate me so much!!!! WHY?”

“I don’t I tired to save you. I tired to find you after you left! Zabini told me what was going on and I fucking went looking for you! OKAY!” He was screaming and rambling. “I regret what happened.”

“You fucking regret what happened. Is that your sorry ass why of apologizing? SAY IT! Say your sorry Malfoy.”

“I I…”

“FUCKING SAY IT!”

“It was stupid and I didn’t really care about the bet. It got out of hand and I am sorry Granger.” She wanted to forgive him, but she wouldn’t. She couldn’t and it made her sad.

But instead of showing it she smirked at him. “That wasn’t so bad Malfoy. Too bad I don’t bye into your shit. It is nice to know a mudblood can humble a Malfoy though.” He suddenly stalked her and pushed her into the nearest wall. She hissed from the shock but it hadn’t really hurt. “Get your fucking hands off me.”

“NO! Not till you except that I saved your life back there. Don’t act like you didn’t feel anything Granger. I saw it all in your mind.”

“I felt something. As in past tense, as in the past, as in not important!”

He grabbed her hair and pulled her neck to the side and she cried out. She could feel the strength in his hands. “Do you feel like a fucking man! Make you feel good to inflict physical pain on me too!” She was screaming at him and she knew it was dangerous to scream at man who could snap her neck, but she didn’t care anymore.

“I looked every where for you! I tried to warn you Granger. We have bigger problems than this petty bullshit.”

Her neck was really starting to hurt and he was scaring her. It wasn’t because he’d been violent but that he was talking about saving her, caring for her while he put his hands on her. What was really wrong with Malfoy. What kind of sick life had he led made him associated violence and care.
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He was holding her there trying to make her understand! He looked in every dark part of the castle becoming frantic. He was actually scared for her. What had she done to him? Normally it wouldn’t have bothered him. He would have ignored her draw on him, but the suddenly prospect of her pain distressed him.

He was so confused. He was feeling more than he had in while. Why had he saved her? Truth, because he hurt her and he actually didn’t want too. Because she’d been the one person who had seen good in him. But what did it matter. She hated him and a little part of him hated himself too. He should never have put his hands on her. Suddenly he pulled back. He felt sick to his stomach. What was he doing? He was exactly like what she’d always suspected! He had hurt her and now he just expected that to go away?

Yes because he just saved her sorry, sexy ass. What was becoming of him?
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“We don’t have anything Malfoy. I have problems and your one of them.” She went to push past him feeling the tiredness and rage consuming her into some twisted, swirling haze. She wanted to hate him for hurting her in so many ways, but she couldn’t. But she was pissed and she would never left him in her life again. She might not be able to hate him, but she could pretend.

“Get out of my way.” She put her hands on his chest with the false idea that she could push him out of the way. It had been a bad idea. Suddenly her hands felt like they were on fire. She wasn’t sure of it was because he was flushed with anger or if her body had really missed him that much in such a short time. That was all it took. That one moment of weakness shining through her eyes was all he needed. He shoved her back the few inches into the wall. This time it was lighter, using his strength for his benefit, but not to shock or hurt.

He kissed her. He smothered her lips with his. He crashed into her but she didn’t kiss him back. She put her hands around his neck and tired to pull the back of his hair. He didn’t seem phased and pulled his lips down now kissing her jaw and her neck. It left a line of fire. It wasn’t bad. It was like whatever area his lips touched made her nerve endings burst into a flaming pleasure. She imagined what his lips would feel like in other places and shivered. It only made Malfoy more confident and he bit into her neck. She gasped and he suddenly swallowed the sound with his mouth. Now she was kissing him back. It was hard and passionate.
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He wasn’t sure why he done it when he knew that she hated him. Maybe it was because he wanted to shut her up. No. Maybe it was because he wanted to give her something comfortable and pleasant but he didn’t know how to use he’s words to do that. More than that he’d really thought just hours ago that she might have left here forever. That she had been hurt or worse was with Potter. That made him wonder why, if she been with Potter, did she come back? The question was pushed back when she gasped and than suddenly she was kissing him back. He knew only Granger, and he realized as he sunk into her that was his problem. One of many.
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At first she couldn’t see, think, or hear she could only feel. She started to drift to the surface even though she her whole body burned with pleasure, his whole body pushed up against her. What was she thinking? This boy had just shattered her and yet he had saved her too. How could he do both? There had to be something behind it. But Merlin those lips. Why did she suddenly need him so much? Was it because she knew she couldn’t have him? Maybe. But maybe it was because she’d almost died twice to night. Because everything she’d know had been thrown away and she wanted something solid to hold to. But Malfoy wasn’t solid. She pressed her hands to his chest and sighed, his chest was so solid.

She pulled away from his lips gasping for air. Gasping for sanity. She suddenly realized she was whispering “no, no, no”. Mercifully Malfoy backed off.

“No, this isn’t right. You’re a horrible person. You’re just a bad person who has flashes of good moments. Of course when you want something that is. Just a bad person with great lips.” She looked at Malfoy who actually had color on his cheeks and there was that blasted smirk.

“Great lips?”

“Yea your only redeeming quality.” She started to smile and than stopped. What was she doing? Why was it so easy to fall back into this banter with him? It was bad.

“Hmmm that might be true, but it’s not such a bad one to have.”

“Okay forget this. I am not talking to you and I am certainly not kissing you anymore. I am just tired for almost dying twice.” This made Malfoy’s smile drop. But she couldn’t tell if the frown was because she wasn’t falling for his shit or if he was worried. Who cared! “You did something unforgivable, but thanks for helping me today. Lets call it even and go back to what we always were.” She sounded so busyness like. Almost like she was talking about homework. “No more of this. It’s ludicrous you don’t want me. Probably just got a bigger bet with someone to see how stupid I actually am.”


“Granger…” She didn’t want to hear anymore because she couldn’t stop staring at his lips. His lips were wasted on forming his lies. What a shame.

“One more thing, keep your hands off me. As a matter of fact keep you paws off anyone that’s mine.”

“You can’t safe them all Granger.” He was very serious.

“Watch me.”

“ Who is yours Granger just so I know who to keep my paws off of.”

“ Anyone who’s not with them. Who is not a deatheater scum.”

“I am not a deatheater Granger. Do I get to be yours?” She ignored his cheek and said the only thing she could.

“Having a mark doesn’t make you a deatheater. Doesn’t decide whether you’re right or wrong. Good night.”

She took a quick shower having trouble even keeping her eyes open. She didn’t bother putting pjs on she just feel asleep on her bed with the towel wrapped around her body.

She dreamed vividly that night. She dreamt of snakes and bone chilling cold. Suddenly the scene changed and she was kissing Ron’s lips, but even in her dream state she knew it felt wrong. Than it wasn’t Ron it was Malfoy. It felt right and so terrifyingly weak. She pushed him back and he whispered ‘Not to night Granger, but when you sleep at night remember how hard I made you cum.’ She ran through the halls after him wanting something. Something she couldn’t remember or maybe she didn’t want to remember. She woke up only once letting the dream filter into her conscious mind as she cursed his name. He’d been right she would always remember him.

She fell back into the dream, but now she wondering the crooked lanes of her hometown. Why was she looking here? Suddenly she heard his voice. It sounded as if he was yelling, but he was so far away. ‘I am here,’ she called. Than suddenly there was a banging and she was standing in a house and she was going towards the door. ‘Granger wake up!’ ‘ But I am a wake,’ she thought.

Than she was suddenly nowhere flooding in a hazy blackness, and she realized she was straddling the lie between sleep and consciousness. Her body was so sore and heavy. Why did she have to wake? Worse yet move. Than it came to her that someone was yelling her name. She couldn’t remember why her body was so sore, but she didn’t want to move. She didn’t want to remember yet. Of that she was sure of.

“Go away,” she groaned.

“No Granger you have to get up, now!” What the fuck, why was Malfoy at her bedroom door. Suddenly she remembered everything that had happened. The snake, Harry, having to go back for the sword, the death eaters, and worse Malfoy’s kiss. She felt so empty and it was worse than wanting to cry. She waited a second for the feeling to past, but she just couldn’t find the tears. It was both relieving and scarily frustrating. More bagging interrupted her thoughts.

“Are you getting up Granger?”

“No, now go away.” She was still so groggy and she just wanted to sleep. Though she was talking to Malfoy through the door her words were slurred with slumber and she hadn’t move an inch. She imagined this was what it felt to be very hung over.

“Fine I wasn’t going to do this, but I guess I’ll have to do this the hard way.”

“Go away!” She didn’t hear him anymore and she started to lull back into sleep when she heard SLAM! She sat straight up grabbing her wand from under her pillow, which had become second nature.

She turned to the noise and realized that the bathroom door had been slammed open and non other than Malfoy was standing there. There was something very funny about it. Why did Malfoy looked so disheveled and why the fuck was he slamming into her room. She burst into insane laughter. Though her mind couldn’t find the tears it could suddenly find the sick hilarity of her situation.

She couldn’t stop right away and a part of her realized that she was losing it, but as she beginning to sober she realized Malfoy was staring at her with that dame smirk on his face. And it hit her. She was suddenly aware of her nudity. She looked down and yelped pulling covers over her body.

“Hmmm and I was just loving the view.” His voice was like silk against her sink She just started at him feeling flushed and angry, but really she couldn’t be angry she’d been the one that fell asleep naked. But wait why was he barging in her room like that? She should be allowed to sleep naked in her own dame room.

“What the hell Malfoy? What the hell are you doing barging in my room in the morning like this while I am sleeping?”

“It’s not morning Granger.”

She looked out her large window and realized the sun was too high in the sky. “Shit,” she hissed, “what time is it?”

“It’s almost twelve.”


“God I missed Transfiguration. I guess Professor McGonagall sent you to come get me?” Shouldn’t professor McGonagall understand how tired she was? But something occurred to her, she couldn’t be seen as a favorite. Couldn’t give the death eaters watching over her more of a reason to seek her out. She leaped up wrapping the sheet completely around her. She felt uncomfortable with just the thin fabric, but tried to ignore it. “Thanks Malfoy. Now you can leave.”

“It wasn’t McGonagall who sent me Granger. Because you weren’t at breakfast this morning you don’t know that Alecto Carrow is the new Muggel Study professors.”

Hermione gasped. “They made those, those people professors.” Malfoy grimiced at her, and stepped closer. She knew what he was saying was bad but she still didn’t know what it had to do with her.

“Merlin Granger only you would be offended by the idea of them as professors, but not because of the potential harm they could reek, but because it defiles the profession. Come on Granger think! All Muggel borns have to take the class and you weren’t there today.”

Her mind suddenly went into panic mode. They hadn’t just come to watch they were now, as she stood here naked and wrapped in a sheet, intergrading their way into the school. They were going to watch from the inside out and that put a totally new and even more dangerous spin on things.

“Oh Merlin. I am in trouble aren’t I? Why the fuck are you here for then?” He seemed to just ignore the malice in her voice.

“You’ve finally got it Granger. You’re in big shit and they’re coming for you now. I tried to put them off the scent by telling them I thought I saw you were in the Library, but they are bound to come here next. Get dressed and get going. When they come I’ll pretend that I just came here to check and didn’t see you.”

At first she spun around to grab clothes, trying to calm her nerves, but something hit her. He could be lying. He probably was. But she really couldn’t make herself believe it, but she still didn’t want his help. She didn’t know what the catch was with Malfoy, but she would find out. She spun back around to him and stalked him.

“Get out of here Malfoy. I don’t want your help. I don’t know why you came to try and safe me, but I don’t fucking need it. I remember what you did to me you know! It was only yesterday!”

He frowned looking frustrated. It was an emotion she hadn’t known Malfoy had until last night. There was something scary and beautiful about they way the emotion painted itself on his face. She liked the way that it set his angular jaw at an even harder stance.

“Granger I don’t…fuck this. You listen to me, they are on there way now and you need to get out of here you don’t want detention with them. Especially after everything you’ve been through lately.”


“You can't protect me all the time Malfoy and I don’t actually want it! I’ll get detention at some point. I don’t know if you’ve notice but they kind of have it in for me. Now leave so that I can get dressed.”

“No I am not leaving until you’re gone. And you obviously do need my protection Granger. They would have come in looking to give you a detention Granger, but I don’t know if it would have stayed that why if they have found you like I did.”

She growled low in her throat at the disgusted and embarrassed feeling that spread through her. “Don’t try to scare me Malfoy. Neither of them would want a mublood.”

“You really are innocent, innocently stupid. Do you think that death eaters don’t rape? It’s one of the vilest and most humiliating tactics they have. I don’t think they are going to go that far right here in the castle with Snape around, but I wouldn’t tempt Amycus. He might not be able to hold himself back if he saw you naked and vulnerable. He is sick Granger.”

She stepped away horrified. Not at him, really, but just how bad this all was going to be. She understood it was going to be dangerous, but not this bad. Why would they be so interested in Hogwarts? It was one thing to hold it so that muggel borns couldn’t leave the magic world, but he didn’t need all this to do that. Something else was going on.

She sat on the bed trying to breath through the idea of how bad things could have happened if Malfoy hadn’t been here first. “Okay. I am getting dressed and than I am goin…” Suddenly they heard a loud bang. They both stilled listening and she heard them. Her heart stopped for a second.

“Wait till I find that little filthy mudblood,” Amycus was wheezing with giggles.

“I think you have a hard on for her,” Alecto said sounding both amused and peeved.

The wheezing came again this time closer to the stairs. She had to at least be dressed for this. She ripped off her sheet ignoring Malfoy’s eyes dart to her.

“Don’t be like that Alecto. You know I just want to punish that little slut. There is something that bothers me about her more than just her filthy blood that is.”

“Hmmp.” Hermione could tell they had stopped to talk and she ripped silently through her clothes finding a bra, panties and shirt before she heard their voices again.

“Though being hard in her wouldn’t be such a bad thing.”

Alecto giggled this time and she could hear them rummaging through their stuff down stairs. “Snape would be pissed. He can be such a downer.”

“Yes, well I think I’ll still make an exception of this one. At some point when Snape isn’t pay attention that is.” Hermione froze feeling dizzy and sick. Malfoy had been right. More right than he had even known. She just stood there in her shirt and panties and looked at Malfoy who hadn’t seemed to really notice her till now.

He grabbed her arm and pulled her in. She didn’t protest still fighting the reaction to vomit. How could people be that evil? Than she realized that he was whispering in her ear. “Don’t put anymore clothes on Granger. Actually,”

He pulled her shirt off in one movement and pulled her bra strap down. “What the fuck?” She hissed.

“Shut up Granger. I am not trying to hurt you. Do you trust me?”

She would have laughed if she hadn’t been so scared. “No.”

“Too bad.” She was suddenly being scooped up into his arms. She started to struggle, but she didn’t scream more afraid of the two down stairs visitors than Malfoy.

“Shhh. I have a plan. I am taking you to my room. I am going to put up a silence charm, but not a lock. Now can you transform you hair to lets say black?”

She shook her head yes. She couldn’t transfigure into an animal or another person like Tonks, but she could do singular pieces. She’d been practicing when she though that her, Ron, and Harry were going on the run. She didn’t fight him she just took her wand and whispered the spells. She made her hair longer and straight too. She wasn’t clueless she was pretty she knew what Malfoy was going for. She changed the color of her eyes to green and made her skin more tan, before Malfoy slammed the bathroom door that led to his room. She tired not to shriek.

He put her down and she realized that he was making noise to alert them. This scared her and she froze. She just stood there, time slowing down painfully until Malfoy shoved her against the wall. She looked at him as he smiled, “Nice” and rammed his lips into her.

At first she just stood there like a statue. She knew it wouldn’t be convincing, but she was so afraid to get caught after what she just heard. Malfoy could tell and he kissed her harder, but it wasn’t working as she heard footsteps coming slowly up the staircase.

“Come on Granger, get a hold of yourself.” He pulled her hands over his neck and started to kiss her again. She kissed him back and Malfoy dragged his hands down her bare skin. She shivered and finally relaxed into him. She couldn’t help herself, he was truly irresistible. She kissed him back letting his lips drown out any other emotion. She felt his hands glide lightly, almost painfully lightly, across her body as they worked there was to her breasts. She wanted him badly and her hands grabbed his hair and pulled him in closer.

She was drowning in him so much that when Alecto and Amycus burst through the door she screamed and hid behind Malfoy. She tried to relax from the initial shock, but as that faded new panic rose knowing she was only feet from danger. She wasn’t sure if it made her feel better or worse that Malfoy was standing in between them and her.

“Malloy,” she squeaked in her best try to sound different. “What is going on? I thought we were going to be alone.”

Malfoy laughed and she was sure if was because of her voice. “Alecto and Amicus I didn’t expect to see you two in my room. Everything okay?” He sounded so clam with just a hint of laughter in his voice.

“Ahh young Malfoy I see we interrupted you, but I dare say I thought you were looking for that thing they called Miss. Granger.” She was glad that Malfoy hid most of her because she scowled.

“Yes, well I was, but then I had a little visitor.” He pulled Hermione around grabbing her around the waist laughing. She blushed trying to cover up her body with her arms and looking down to allow her hair to cover her face.

“Well young Malfoy,” Alecto spoke sounding very stern and suspicion. “We just saw you only half an hour ago.”

Luckily Amycus found this all just great and hilarious, “Oh come sister we all know our Mr. Malfoy hear is a quick worker. Girls can’t resist him.”

This still didn’t seem to faze Alecto. “What is your name?”

Hermione knew she had to think quickly. She couldn’t be a student they would notice when she never showed up again. “I am Rachel Weasley.” She remembered the name of some cousin that had been invited to Flur and Charlie’s wedding. Though the real Rachel was thirty-two. “I don’t have school until tomorrow so I came to see Hermione Granger and give her something for Ron.” She tried to sound embarrassed and tiny. Malfoy didn’t miss a beat.

“I found her here waiting by the door, and I couldn’t think of a better way to give the Weasel a little message. She is quite a sexy little thing.” She really wanted to punch Malfoy, but instead she played the lost, little, helpless girl and put her face in her hands.

“Ron is going to kill me. Oh you can’t tell!” She tired to whine and found it irritating to her own ears.

“Yes, well we really didn’t do much,” Malfoy looked at Amycus pretending to be annoyed.

“We are very sorry. Do tell Miss. Granger if you are unlucky enough to see her first that she has a detention to night at nine in the potions classroom. Though Malfoy I dare say you could share.” Hermione couldn’t help but shiver with fear and disgust.

Malfoy laughed but she could tell that around the edges it was strained. “We all know that you don’t need the help Amycus. Plus I don’t stay long enough to share.” Alecto and Amycus laughed and turned to leave.

“Yes, true. Just make sure that you don’t have any more unexpected visitors.” Alecto said still having an edge to her voice.

“Of course that wont be a problem. I don’t think Miss. Waesley will be coming back. Oh, do you mind not telling anyone. I’d like to personally deliver the news.” He sounded so wicked and she could tell there was some truth in his words. It took all she had not to look up into his eyes.

Neither of them moved until minutes after they heard the final slam of the dorm's lower door. She felt tears start to sting her eyes as the adrenaline left her body. Her knees started to shake and she suddenly felt like she couldn’t stand. Malfoy’s hands were there pulling her to the bed. A smile was playing across his lips. “You okay?”

“Yes, yes I think so. Why do I feel like I owe you another thanks, but I still want to hit you the face?”

He burst out laughing. He took his wand out and started to remove her disguise. It made her feel odd. “I thought you like the way I looked,” She said softly making her instantly feel stupid.

“I did, but I rather like the normal Granger too,” He said it softly and it made her blush. There was silence for a while. She started to gain her composer and now she was aware that she was sitting there in her underwear. Hermione started to fidget wanting to leave, but something kept her there. She was confused. Why did he keep helping her? Why did she want to be around him even though she still hated what he’d done to her?

“Granger why are you so freaked out when last night you were tough as nails.” This time it was her turn to laugh. She hadn’t felt tough as naila but she knew why this had affected her more.

“I was protecting someone else than. It was some how more important. And it’s what he said about wanting to…rape me.” She felt tears fall now. She was shaken. “I have to go to detention at nine. What I am going to do?” She knew it was stupid to be this weak in front of Malfoy but she was shaken.

He seemed startled.
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He wouldn’t let her see how relieved he was. It had gone smoother than he had planned. Hermione, ummm Granger, had looked so different, but he could still see her shinning through those different eyes as he had kissed her, and it disturbed him. He wanted to wipe those tears that now fell, but that thought disgusted him as well. How could he feel both at the same time?

But the thoughts of anyone else touching her, especially to violate her, made him sick with anger. But then that nasty voice reared its ugly head. ‘That’s kind of what you were doing to her! You pretended to like her to fuck her. You still do want to fuck her!” It was and wasn’t true. He still wasn’t sure how he felt about her blood, but he didn’t not like her. Actually, though he was loathed to admit it, he liked to spent time with her. But he had just wanted to fuck her to get her out of his system, but not to hurt her. Now he wanted to save her. He hadn’t even stopped to think what that meant. He just had gone into autopilot. This was a dangerous game, and he still wasn’t sure she was worth it.

But he was sure he’d never really been worth what she had given him. She had actually given him friendship. She had tried to see good where there probably was none. The little good she’d seen was Granger’s own goodness reflected in him. He reached for his necklace. She had even given him a meaningful Christmas gift. But worse she had been willing to give him an even greater gift. He knew she would have given in because of her reaction to his betrayal. He still hated Pansy a little. He had been so close to having her in every way he wanted her. It made him sick to think that as he watched silent tears stream down her face he still wanted to be deep inside her. He didn’t want her to cry in less she was crying out in passion.

+ He bent down in front of her to tell her something. To just say what he heard others, with more heart than he. say to those they cared about. He wasn’t good at this so he just stared in her eyes, eyes that were back to there deep, soul reaching blue, and stammered. It was one thing to fall into her lips, her body, but different to fall into her eyes. But he suddenly didn’t need to speak.
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She watched him bend in front of her. She felt so ripped open. Why was she always so raw with him? There he was staring into her eyes and she couldn’t look away. She could see forever in those stormy pupils. Today Malfoy's eyes reminded her of a rainy summer nights curled up reading a book. There was so much raw emotions in his eyes and she wondered for the thousandth time if there was something more to him. Why would he keep saving her? Could he change?

She really didn’t care staring into his eyes. She was so shaken by what that piece of shit for a wizard had said that she wanted to kiss someone for a change. She wanted to have the choice to touch and be touched and she leaned into him. She kissed him softly at first realizing she never kissed someone first.

When he didn’t open his lips right away she bit gently and was given free rein. At first they stayed there kissing softly, but her need grew and her hands were in his unimaginably supple hair pulling him closer. It was all he needed to stop being a gentleman. He lightly pushed her on to the bed, and crawled on top of her. He held his weight easily while he kissed her.

She didn’t want this soft comfort she wanted something hard and solid. Solid in ever way and she growled in the back of her throat. A thought came to her. She owed Malfoy a lot of thanks, and he never came that night in the dark room. She pulled her lips away from his and slid them down his neck. In his weakened state she pushed him over. She straddled him and moaned when she felt him semi hard under his jeans.

She felt wild with need. Not just the need of him, but the need for control. She snapped her bra off in a quick motion and watched his eyes grow dark as he took her in. She ground into him and watched as he growled and his hands shot to her hips. She loved the feeling he gave her. When she finally pushed the line with him she wasn’t shy anymore. She wasn’t anything but passion.

He pushed her hips so that she bounced and made small circled against him. She closed her eyes putting her head back and groaning. It only intensified when one of his hands snaked over and creased her breast. She hummed in pleasure as she ground harder into him. She could feel herself growing warm and she loved the feeling of his rough jetting jeans rubbing against her through the thin material of her panties.

He started to buck his hips to meet her small circles and she smiled to her self, knowing he was hard. She pulled him up to take his shirt off and inhaled sharply. She wasn’t sure if she would ever get over how beautiful he was. She slid lower. kissing his lips and moving down his chest. She flicked her tongue cross his nipples as she moved further down. She heard him hiss. She kissed down to his belly button and found the path she always wanted to follow.

She kissed down his jeans and felt him hard. She rubbed her check against it, but something made her stop. Feeling him hard this close was bring up so many emotions, the most prevalent was suddenly nerverness. She had never given anyone head let alone seen Malfoy naked. Where she had felt strong and in control grinding him she felt suddenly out of her element, it was more real to see Malfoy's cock. The suddenly stop made him notice her.

He sat up pulling her with him. “Don’t do that. You don’t have to do that.” She pulled back feeling hurt, and she hated it but it must have shown in her eyes. “It’s not that I don’t want you do.” He laughed darkly. “Granger I’ve been wanting to see you lips wrapped around my…”

“Malfoy…”

“Now you get shy? Granger you confuse me.” It was her turn to laugh. She knew this was wrong, but she didn’t want to be away from him right now. “I don’t want you do it just because you want to feel in control Granger. I wont let him hurt you.” She gasped at his promise, but also at the anger in his demeanor.

“You can’t promise that,” She sighed and laid down on her back, lying on his cool sheet. She breathed deep loving how they smelled of him. Earth and ginger.

“I can try.”

“Why bother?” There was silence as he laid down next her. After a while she broke it, turning on her side to face him. “Malfoy lets play a game.”

He smirked still staring up at the top of his bed canopy. “Hmm does this come with a lesson?”

“No. I want a moment of truth between us. No war, blood, Death Eaters, or sex. We each get to ask each other ten questions and we have to answer completely honestly.”

He heisted for a moment but finally agreed. “Okay, but how will we know if the other is being honest.”

“You mean how will I know if you’re being honest? And you don’t but that’s the point of the game. This isn’t starting of well.”

He smirked and she hated that she wanted to kiss him still. “I’ll be honest Granger.”

“Hmmm okay, I’ll start off soft. How old were you Malfoy when you lost your virginity.”

“Easy, I was fourteen. And I’ll save you a question. It was with Pansy.”

“Oh my you were so young. How was it?”

“Nope my turn. Lets see what do I want to know? Are you going to go back to Ron? You know if this war turns in your favor will you get married and pump out a few babies?”

She frowned at him. “Loaded question.”

“Oh and Granger don’t pretend he’s sick. I wont tell and I already know he’s not. I know him and the wonder dicks our off ‘saving’ the world.”

“I wasn’t going to. And Merlin Malfoy you must find me so typical, but I guess that was my plan, but it’s not any more. I actually saw him last night and I pretty much ended it. And to save you a question it’s not because of you or Tom it’s because he left me.”

“Stupid man.” She smiled at his words. “So do you want to use you last question?”

“No, no, no. How many girls have you slept with?”

“Just penetration?”

“Sure?”

“Thirteen.”

“Gods you are a slut.”

“I think I resent that. I can’t help I love sex and I am so good at it.” He turned to her and started to drag his fingers lightly over her stomach and than making circles around her breast. She tried to control her breathing.

“You’re not going to distract me.” He laughed but didn’t stop.

“You were going to give your self to me Granger. Before I fucked it up that is. Why?”

“That’s assuming a lot isn’t it?”

He frowned passing his fingertips cross her hard nipple and she shivered. “Okay, okay yes. To me honest I am not sure. I guess I realized that I didn’t want to wait for love. I don’t think there is going to be time for that with the war. You know there are things I wanted to do incase this goes bad.” She stared at up trying to ignore his delicious touch. “The only person I ever really saw myself waiting for was Ron, but I don’t love him like that anymore. And I don’t know you took me by surprise. I probably would never have really given it much though but you sort of awoken my body. My mind might be confused but my body isn’t.”

“Hmmm I like that. I don’t think I’ve ever awoken any ones body.”

That shocked her, “How many virgin have you been with Malfoy.”

“Interesting question.”

“Well it’s just what you said, it makes it seem like you’ve never taken anyone’s virginity.”


“Well I took Pansy’s but she took mine. We were each other’s first. So we kind of awoken each other, but no ones else I’ve fucked has ever been a virgin.”

Hermione gasped. “I can’t believe that! You seem like just the kind of guy who would love virgins.”

He laughed. “I don’t know why you would think that. I’ve never felt the need to be that for someone. I just wanted to have fun and leave.”

“I guess that’s good, but Merlin you are a pig.”

“Whatever, my turn. Granger what the fuck were you doing in a room with the dark lords fucking snake.”

She stiffened and his hands stopped. “I can’t tell you that.”

“Honesty.”

“No, it’s not my secret to tell and there is no way I will ever tell you. It’s just about not giving away their safety. “ She said quickly trying not to give away that she had a huge secrete about the Dark Lord that even the Malfoys don’t know. “I can tell you that it was scary. You’ve already seen it in my mind so I can tell you that. It bit me.” She pulled her leg up to show Malfoy the scar she had now. They had been able to stop the bleeding but couldn’t heal it completely.

He leaned down and ran his hands over the scar that made its way from the top of her thigh to her knee.

“Merlin Granger you're lucky to be alive. Getting that close doesn’t normally bode well.” She laughed darkly. “How did I miss this before?”

“Well we were a little panicked earlier and then I think you were looking at other places.”

“You are distracting Granger.” His finger lingered at her thighs.

“Do you have any scars Malfoy?” Scars were a rare find in the wizarding world since it was easy to heal most injuries. She couldn’t imagine he had one on his perfect body.

He didn’t answer with words though he looked pained. He turned around and put his back to her. She slid her hands down his backside and felt before she saw the thin scar lines down his back. She realized that there were ten lines of various thickness and length cascading down his back like some morbid flesh waterfall.

“Whip,” She whispered. Malfoy shook his head yes. “Didn’t heal. Must have been magical.” He shook his head again. She thought of something. Who would do that? The Dark Lord? No it didn’t seem plausible and the wounds looked old. Than a scarier thought came to her, “Your father.”

He didn’t have to say it was true because of the way he’s whole body stiffened at her words. She felt sorry for him. Not that she pitied him, but she was sad that there could have been such a good, loving person but Mr. Malfoy had buried that under those scars. There were probably more invisible scars on the inside. She leaned down without thinking and kissed and licked her way down the scars. She felt Malfoy stiffen more before he relaxed.

“Don’t pity me Granger.”

“I don’t. It does make me sad, but it’s nice to know you’re not perfect.”

“Close to it.” She laughed and Malfoy fell back obviously dismissing the small vulnerability he had shown. Her head was spinning. This small insight made her see why Malfoy may be so cruel. How could you know love when the only “love” you knew left unhealable scars on your back? She was thinking deeply when Malfoy said,

“Why did you get me this necklace?”

“I saw it in this window of this little jewelry store right on the border of Hogsmade and Knockturn Alley and it called me. You know it just sort of reminded me of you.”

“You mean it reminded you of us. Remember honesty.”

“Yes, it reminded me of us. But there is no us so how could it do that? Actually I had to force the storeowner to sell it to me. I just couldn’t leave without it.”

“Why didn’t he want to sell it to you?” He was fingering the necklace now and seeing it against his white skin she didn’t regretted buying it for him even if she regretted letting him get close to her.

“It was his wife’s and she died a while ago. I guess he just loved it so much he wanted to show it off, but not sell it.”

“Wow, you really went through all that to get this for me?” She felt uneasy about the way he said it. She guessed she had. It made her uncomfortable to think about it. She tired to laugh it off.

“I think that’s another question, but I guess I’ll let it go. I am glad you kept it.”

“Hmmm,” he said noncommittally.

She searched her mind, but really she couldn’t keep herself from asking the question. “Malfoy why did you do that to me? Why did you make a bet about my virginity? Why did you pretend to me my friend? With Tom and the dress.”

Malfoy sighed as if he knew it had been coming. “I don’t know. Looking back I can’t really understand why I did it, besides I thought it would be fun.” It stung but she didn’t move knowing she’d been prepared for his answer. She was getting ready for her question, but he kept explaining.

“I can tell you the quick version of what happened and maybe it will make more sense.”

“Doubt it,” She sighed. He ignored her and kept going.

“It was originally Zabini’s plan, not that its excuses. We were hanging out and I was talking about how living with you was driving me crazy. And it was. Still does.” She made a face not liking where this was going but let him keep talking. “He said it was because I wanted to fuck you. I completely denied it but he was right. You got under my skin and I wanted you. I make some dumb ass remark about the fact that if I really wanted you I would already have you. Zabini said there was no way you would ever fall for my shit and he bet me I couldn’t get you in bed.”

She laughed darkly. “Funny how Zabini actually had a little faith in me even if he is a right stupid, low life piece of shit.”

“Anyway, I guess I saw it as a way to get what I wanted and never have to really admit it to myself or anyone that I wanted it. But I didn’t do it because I really wanted to win money or hurt you.”

“I guess I see, but some how it makes it worse. You didn’t even do it because you hate me. There was no hate, not even some kind of passion Malfoy, you just did it because you could.”

“Are you listening to me Granger? Why be honest with someone who is going to twist your words around?” He leaped off the bed staring down at her.

“Don’t yell at me I am not the one that tired to fuck me to get me out of my system!”

“But I didn’t do it because I could. I did it because I wanted to fuck you and I couldn’t admit it to myself!”

She leaped up to stand against him looking up into his eyes,” Stop saying fucking. It sounds so nasty.”

“Well what do you want to call it Granger because we don’t love each other. Hell, we don’t even know if we like each other. And if I ever had you it wouldn’t be just sex. It would not be boring and so, so. I would take you’re body in everyway possible and fuck you till you couldn’t take it anymore.” He was almost yelling and he was holding her wrist tight at her side. It was turning her on.

She knew she should run because what he was saying was so true, but instead she took the few inches left between them and smashed them by slamming her lips into his. This time he didn’t resist her; he just kissed her back hard. It was almost painful. Everything was arms and touch. Malfoy was sliding his hands down her back bringing shivers. Than suddenly he ripped her panties from her body and she yelped. He smiled darkly, and though she’d never done this before she realized that the look could mean only one thing. That he had her and he knew it. She thought that she should feel bad, disgusted, or even nervous but she didn't. She just wanted him. Maybe she could give Malfoy what he wanted and it would work for her too. Maybe doing this once would get him out of her system. Maybe, but she couldn’t think anymore as he kissed down her neck and bit. He seemed to know how this undid her.

She grabbed at his belt and tried to undo it hastily. Eventually needing help from Malfoy, but their lips never left each other. Her hands wondered his body and she melted. His skin was so smooth and soft, but the muscles underneath were so firm. Her hands came down to the waist of his boxer, but she didn’t hesitate this time as she pulled them down, and heard them make a small noise on the floor. She let her hands crease his ass felling his that skin was even more soft there.

Without really thinking she pulled him in with her hands and he glided into her, his erection sliding against her stomach. She gasped, having him hard against made her even more excited and wet. She was so wet, from needing him, she was afraid she was dripping. He ground into her lightly, smiling into their kiss and then pulling back. He stepped away but she kept her eyes shut. She was afraid to open them especially now that Malfoy’s nude body wasn’t pressed to hers. She wanted to see, but she was suddenly afraid.

He laughed. “For someone so determined to have me naked…have you ever seen a man naked Granger?” He whispered.

She shook her head no. There was no point in lying. “Open you eyes Granger.” Her eyes fluttered and than finally opened to focus on him. He was unbelievably beautiful. If it hadn’t been for the curve of his ass he would have looked like he was cut from stone. He was hard almost pressed against his flat stomach and she suddenly felt insecure next to him.

She couldn’t help by stare at his hard cock. The need to have him buried inside her was raging. She wasn’t sure what was large for men, but Malfoy’s girth and length sacred her just a bit. But the fear only intensified the desire to have him fill her. Her knees were shaking so bad she sat on the edge of the bed, but she beckoned him over.

He strode to her with such grace. Her face came to his chest, and she was thankful for the tall height of the bed. She kissed his chest and brought a shaky hand to his length. She took a slight grip and was surprised by the soft skin. She did the only thing she knew and pumped him slowly loving the feeling of him in her hand. She smiled into his chest as she heard him moan softly. She hadn’t been sure if she was going to like it but the contrast of his soft skin to the hardness of his cock was driving her insane.

She picked up her speed and Malfoy pulled the back of her neck so that she looked him right in the eyes. His eyes were hooded and filled with pleasure. Having him look her in the eyes while she pleasured him sent a sharp wave of pleasure to her core and she gasped. She pumped faster and harder and Malfoy hissed. Finally she couldn’t take his eyes; the moment was too erotic. She looked down and saw the tip of his cock was slick with wetness. She was suddenly thankful she had talked to Ginny about sex, as pathetic as that was, because she realized it was Malfoy’s pre-cum.

Curiously she licked the tip of him. She swirled her tongue around licking his salty cum and coating him with her spit. She felt him grow still as if he weren’t breathing. She figured this was a good thing so she started to pump him again, but she took the tip of his wet cock into her mouth and brought her tongue around in circles.

Suddenly Malfoy pushed her back onto the bed. “God’s Granger your going to make me cum.” She looked confusingly up at him. Wasn’t that the point? She went to get up again. She wanted to make him cum. She wasn’t afraid this time, but he grabbed her wrist with one hand and pushed her down.

“I want to fuck you Granger. I’ve been waiting for this, and if I never get this opportunity again I want to make you cum while I am inside you.” She shivered underneath him.

But he was right; he would never get this opportunity again. Well that’s what she had to tell herself. This couldn’t keep happening. Plus, she just wanted Malfoy to fuck the fire, the fire that consumed her, out of her.

He kissed her, getting on top, and grinding hard into her. She pulled her legs around him wanting more contact. She got just that. She felt him hard against her and moaned loudly. He rubbed against her and every once in a while she would feel his cock brush in between her wet folds and against her clit and she would moan arching her back.

After some time of this teasing, aching pleasure Malfoy pulled back. She moaned her disappointment, but he just laughed. He stepped to the side of the bed and pulled her with ease so that her ass rested on the edge. She loved how he wasn’t gentle with her. How he was so strong. Her legs dangling down and he pulled them apart and stood between them. She could feel him hard between her thighs and she hummed with pleasure.

His hands were suddenly sliding all over her body, making patterns of fire and pleasure with his cool touch. She was panting, eyes closed, back arched with need, and on her own accord she brought her feet up spreading herself for Malfoy. She felt the cool air against her wet lips. Malfoy growled deep in his throat.

She felt his hands slide down her thighs and one of his fingers slide between her wet folds and her saw white. He slid his finger back and forth between her wet opening and clit spreading her juices. When she was slick he started making small circles around her swollen numb and it produced loud groans from Hermione. He would slow and quicken his pace while he alternated between hard and soft pressure. Just as she felt the warmth grow he slid a finger into her. It was like her body remembered him and it hummed with pleasure.

He pumped hard into her and this time there was no pain until he slipped a second and than third finger into her. She hissed with the pain knowing he was trying stretch her. The pain didn’t subside but there was a pleasure behind it that started to build so that soon she was moaning and bucking her hips slowly to the rhythm of his fingers.

He pulled out of her and she felt so suddenly empty. It almost scared her enough to say stop, but, as if guessing her intentions, he rubbed her clit. This time it was unmerciful and almost too hard. She actually screamed out in pleasure.

“I am going to fuck you Granger.”

“Please. Please Malfoy.” She barely could pant the words out when he hit the right spot and she screamed out again. She tried to control her breathing, as he rubbed her swollen clit, in an attempt to remember every second, but she started to breath heavy. Her mind was swirling when she felt the tip of him at her open. He pressed slightly into her. Just the tip of him entered her shallowly. Her whole body stilled and Hermione couldn’t breath. She never wanted something so bad and yet she was terrified. She could feel even now how he stretched her, and she knew, like everything Malfoy, there would be both pain and pleasure.

He leaned down and kissed her still barely in her and whispered into her lips, “I wasn’t completely honest.” She tensed. “I never did it because I never thought virgins would be any fun. Just lay there thinking you’ll be gentle with love. But you’ve proven me wrong again Granger.” He bit her lips and she shivered. “Your more than I could have dreamed you’d be and I going to love how tight your pussy is around me. How tight you’ll feel when I make you cum with my cock.”

He pressed inside her just a fraction of an inch more and she moaned loudly. His words were making her wet and needy. His cock, just barely inside her, was making her mad. She wanted to be filled and she wanted it now. She would have pulled her legs around him and pushed him further if it wasn’t for the knowledge of pain. She'd allow Malfoy to take her, even roughly, but she just couldn't step over the edge and bring her own self-pain.

He kissed her once more and pulled himself up. Her pushed her legs wider holding one knee with his hand, but the other was making small circles around her clit. She moaned trying not to thrust, though all she wanted was him.

“I am going to be the first man to have his cock inside that tight little pussy of yours Granger. Slide in and out of you while you writhe under me. How does that make you feel?”

How did he know just what to say to make her wet and panting? His voice, those lips, his words! He was so good at making her loose control. He stopped circling her clit and put both hands on her knees. He braced himself and she knew….
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Malfoy tried to stay clam, but honestly he couldn’t believe this beautiful creature was spread, wet, and ready for him. He didn’t deserve it, but he couldn’t deny her. She’d never been sexier and her moans were the most beautiful sound in the world.

She gave him more pleasure than he’d ever know. No women had ever made it harder to hold on to his control. But he knew that even though he wasn’t going to make love to Granger he would be soft and gentler with her than she’d know.

This may be his only chance and though he’d heard it could be impossible to bring virgins their first time he was determined. He wanted this to be perfect. He’d worry about what that meant after he fucked the most beautiful women in the world. He wanted her every way he could. Bring her the most pleasure he could before she snapped back to reality. He could feel how tight she was and it took everything he had not to plunge into her and feel her virginity pulsating around him.

He’d never had a thing for virgins, like may of the other boys he knew, but he had to admit something about being the first made him hard and quivering. Maybe it was just because it was Granger. She’d been more than he’d expected. Loud, delicious, confident, sexy, and she even seemed to like a little pain. It made him feel better because he knew that he’d be lying to himself if he said that seeing the pleasure pain across her face didn’t make him horny. He couldn’t pretend that a little pain mingled with pleasure made him feel in control.

He liked even more that this Granger, writhing and panting underneath him, wouldn’t be grunge him that. As he braced himself to push deeper into her wet, tight pussy, he said what he was thinking, “I am going to be the first man to have his cock inside that tight little pussy of yours Granger. Slide in and out of you while you writhe under me. How does that make you feel?”

“No more words Malfoy. I want you to fuck me, please. Take me because I want nothing more that to have you fill me.”

But Granger didn’t need to snap out of reality because just than a loud voice rang.
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“Hermione.” At first she didn’t notice, but as her name rung out again, “HERMIONE?” She realized it was the voice of Ginny Wesley. She froze staring at Malfoy, who looked ready to kill. She started to get up and writhed when she felt him pull out her. ‘O Gods,’ she whispered.

“What are you doing?” He hissed.

“ I can’t let her find us like this. It wouldn’t be good. Actually it would be dangerous. Oh Merlin did she hear us?”

“The silencing charm I put up earlier is still intact.” He leaned down to kiss her when they both heard footsteps start to climb the stairs.

“Shit.” She cursed having given Ginny the password now. “Something must be wrong if she came in here looking for me alone. Please.”

“I can't fucking believe the she weasel is some how fucking ruining this more me. There better be something wrong because really I should throw you down on this bed and fuck you silly. We could fuck right here and she’d never know.”

She shivered with the revolution and intrigue at the proposition, but Malfoy backed up. She leaped up and kissed him, “Thanks.”

She ran into the shower and turned it on quickly. She suddenly popped her head out. “Go cut her off for me. I actually do want to take a shower I probably smell like…” She didn’t finish, blushing. Maybe Ginny had saved her, but watching Malfoy stand in the doorframe, naked, half hard, and brooding just wouldn’t allow that thought to have merit.

“Don’t worry you have to have sex to smell like sex,” but he turned grumbling and started to put clothes on. “I have to go talk to that thing with half a dame hard on while you take a shower. Un fucking believable.” She slipped into the shower after doing a silencing spell on the rest of the bathroom and hoped Malfoy would be somewhat civil.

She slammed her fist to the wall. She’d been so close to having what she wanted. She gotten truth from him, and though it felt good, she knew having him would feel better. She’d been so close to getting him out of her system. Was Merlin fucking with her? She slid into the shower and no words could explain everything she felt. Yet the throbbing of need cut through it all.
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Malfoy threw on clothes and tried to run casually out of the room. He caught the she-weasel about to bang on Granger's door. He didn’t have to pretend to be irritated and pissed.

“What the fuck are you doing rodent?”

She spun around wand ready and the look on her face was sure to match his own. There was a mutual hatred. Not the same kind of hatred the was saved for Weasel and Potter. He’d gotten over, a little while ago, hating the Wesley’s for their poverty. Though it did tend to offend his sense of ecstatic. He simply hated Ron because he was a fucking moron who never did anything but follow Potter around like a lost puppy. Beyond pathetic. But The She Thing was different. He could always tell that there was a fierce intelligent behind her eyes. So though he’d never like her he had a kind of respected for her talent.

“Not that it’s any of your business, but I am looking for Hermione.” When she said Granger’s name her malice faded around the edges. He wondered if something was wrong. Not that he really cared; just hopping there was a good reason he wasn’t inside Granger as they spoke. “Have you seen her?”

He smirked. If only she knew. He just wanted to say yea I was just about to fuck her, but it probably would piss Granger off. Plus it was funny how most of the time when you tell the truth people don’t believe you. Weasley saw the smirk and the grimace snapped back into place, but this time her eyes were round.

She pointed her wand at his chest, but Malfoy didn’t flinch. The things that would happen to her if she tried…well it almost made him laugh at the thought of her balls. “Did they do something to her? Did you?” She growled this out.

“I was…I kind did. I heard her start a shower before she put the silencing spells up that is. So I’ll tell her you stopped by.”

She looked at him searching. He could tell she pretty much believed him, but she wasn’t going to leave.

“Don’t think so Malfoy. I’ll wait twenty more minutes before I bust through that bathroom door.”

He wanted to kill her. He figured if Ginny left quickly and nothing was wrong he could fuck Granger after all. Stupid, nosy, little fucking…

“Don’t you have class? I don’t think certain people would be happy if you skipped. Plus, I am Head Boy I dont really have to take your shit, in or out of my room”

“Nice try Malfoy. I don’t have class so don’t try to threaten me you over grown ferret.” She started to head down, but turned to face him. “Oh by the way nice wood.”

She skipped down the stairs as he raised his wand before remembering that he couldn’t hex let alone kill anyone in this room. Maybe he should talk to someone about that. He laughed darkly and turned to the bathroom.
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She seemed to find her self in this position a lot more than she use to. Lying in the bathtub, warm water beating along her body, and fingers between her wet lips. She made her self cum fast and hard once to relieve the aching, but it really didn’t satisfy. As she laid there not really wanting to get out she heard someone open the door.

“The weasel doesn’t seem to want to leave. She said if you’re not out in fifteen she is braking down the door.”

“Everything okay?” She started to fell worried reaching for the body wash and scrumming herself feverously. She really did want to see Ginny now even if she was annoyed that they’d been interrupted.

“I didn’t really have a change to have girl talk Granger, but it doesn’t seem to be an emergency if that’s what you mean.”

She groaned. “Okay thanks.”

“You owe me Granger.”

“Don’t I know it.” She heard the door slam and she finished getting ready. She slipped on some actually clothes and noticed that she didn’t look any different. Though she felt different some how.

She ran down stairs to greet Ginny.

She didn’t need to even greet Ginny because the girl was suddenly consuming her in her arms.

“Hermione! We’ve all been worried about you!”

“I am sorry.” She realized now that the Ginny and the rest of her friends had to notice her missing. “I should have said something, but I am okay.”


“Mom told me how you snuck out. That you saw Harry and Ron.” She whispered their names. She even looked around wildly like someone was watching too. Merlin, what had been so wrong in one day that would make her this upset.

“Ya.” Ginny looked up at her expectedly. She sighed, “I can’t tell you why I left, but Harry and Ron are okay. Harry misses you.” Tears shined in the other girl’s eyes.

“That good enough. But really I was more afraid of what would happen to you when you got back. I didn’t know until this morning. It is awful. How can this be happening? Than you didn't come to class. Than on my way looking for you I saw the Carrows. I got fucking detention for not knowing where you were. They’re looking for you.”

“I know. Malfoy told me. That why I took a quick shower. Planned on heading to see Professor M and see if I can get it straightened out.” Ginny looked worried. “Don’t worry I’ll be fine.” She lied because she wanted to protect Ginny.

Ginny suddenly hugged her again. “This is suddenly all wrong. What are we going to do?”

She pulled Ginny and way looking her straight in the eyes. “This is bad, but we will be okay. But we do have something really important to do. The whole DA that is. We need to have a meeting tomorrow. Almost ever day that is. This isn’t knocking at our door any more Gin it’s here. We need to practice like it’s war.”

Ginny looked better and she knew it was because they had something solid to do. “Okay Mione. I trust you.”

They sat on the chairs and Hermione made her fill her in about the day. It was all ready pretty bad. Half the students already had detention. Though it made Hermione feel better because she wouldn’t be alone. That was the key she decided. Her first order was that no student was ever to be alone. Turned out that death eaters we making this a game of how many students they could hurt and this was just the first day. Neville already had a black eye. Seamus was in detention for disagreeing about Muggle history this afternoon. Luna had detention for a week just because of what her father was writing though Ginny said they blamed it on her sneezing in class.

They agreed they were on their own from here on out. That the DA was the only save haven. And though Hermione didn’t say it out loud she knew she must protect any one in the castle who needed it. And sadly that included Malfoy too.