Lust, War and... Love?

jessysgirl: Thank you for your comments! Yes, we know Ron so much better. We know his family too, but we know almost nothing about Hermione’s family! I’ve got plans to portray her parents and not only. Could I squeeze in Draco meeting the Granger folks down the road? I’m still thinking about it… Ron and Harry barely met them in the books, which is a little strange for me.

kazfeist: Thank you for your review! I love re-reading HBP and trying to imagine Hermione and Draco’s POVs in some episodes altogether with possible behind-the-scenes developments. Sometimes it makes me see a canon scene in a different light...

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Hermione reached the part of the seventh floor corridor where the gargoyle stood guard against the blank wall.

“Lemon Drops,” muttered Hermione and the gargoyle leapt aside. The wall slid apart smoothly and she saw the moving spiral staircase. Her heart thumped rapidly as the stone steps carried her up to the Headmaster’s office door. Hermione gripped the heavy griffin-shaped rapper and knocked.

“Come in,“ she heard Dumbledore’s voice.

“Good afternoon, Professor,” Hermione said haltingly, entering the circular room.

“Good afternoon, Hermione. Have a seat, please,” Dumbledore smiled warmly, a stack of parchments piled high on the desk in front of him.

“Thank you, Sir.” His smile made Hermione feel a little better.

“I believe you wished to discuss an important matter, Hermione.” Dumbledore moved the parchments aside with his wand and looked at her directly. “Would you like to share your concerns with me?”

“Yes, Sir.” Hermione paused, not sure how to begin. Her hands clenched the fabric of her robes. ”Er.. I - I’ve learned that Draco Malfoy is a Death Eater.” Her heart lurched as she blurted it out.

“Thank you for telling me this. Could you recount how his Dark Mark became apparent?” Although Dumbledore smiled encouragingly, he seemed to be unmoved by the revelation. “Did he boast it or use it to intimidate others?”

“No, he didn‘t boast. I saw the Dark Mark on his arm accidentally.” Hermione hoped the Headmaster would not ask how she got to see it.

“Could you recall his reaction when you observed it, Hermione?” Dumbledore asked placidly.

“Malfoy - he wasn’t happy that I noticed it.” She was relieved that Dumbledore apparently was not going to question her about the circumstances of her seeing the Mark. “He wanted me to keep it a secret. Said we could both be in a big trouble. I think he’s afraid of it coming out.”

Dumbledore stood up and strolled around his desk. “It is a good sign that Malfoy was worried.”

“Yes, he said something about his parents being in danger.” Hermione’s fingers relaxed and released the folds of her robes.

“He’s probably right. I am also inclined to think that he was honest about the possible implications for you and him. You need to be very careful now.”

“Does it mean that Draco might harm me?”

“Not Draco, but those who played a part in his becoming a Death Eater.” Dumbledore waved his wand and a high-back chair appeared next to Hermione’s seat. He lowered himself in it. Hermione looked at him apprehensively.

“Please listen to me carefully, Hermione. It is essential to help Draco Malfoy keep his Dark Mark a secret.”

“But, Sir -” Hermione tried to object, and Dumbledore raised his hand.

“Hermione, as strange it might sound to you, I have been aware for a while that Draco Malfoy became a Death Eater. On the other side, I was not sure what he thought of it himself. In this respect, the information that you supplied to me is crucial. It seems that Hogwarts is the safest place for Draco now.”

“Draco talked about leaving Hogwarts next year, Sir,” Hermione said eagerly. She leaned towards Dumbledore and narrated everything she heard from Harry about his run-in with Malfoy on the train. She watched the Headmaster as she spoke, and he seemed to be deep in thought.

“Thank you. It appears that his position on it has changed somewhat. Would you agree, Hermione?”

“I don’t really know…” Hermione muttered. “I’m afraid You-Know-Who might have given him a task to carry on at Hogwarts.”

“Did he mention such a possibility?” Dumbledore asked casually.

“No, he didn’t. It’s only a guess, Sir.”

“Do you converse with Malfoy frequently?”

“Well, we’ve been talking more now. Not very friendly, really.” Hermione hesitated, then thought it would be safe enough to bring it up. “During the detention in Snape’s office Malfoy wasn’t good to me. He actually was a little better before.”

Dumbledore rested his head against the back of his chair. “Sometimes a man is prone to bad tempers if the woman makes him wait too long.”

Merlin, that was definitely the case with Malfoy, Hermione thought. Dumbledore knew everything. She was grateful that he did not ask more prodding questions.

“Although we cannot remove Malfoy’s Dark Mark, we could help him be less of a Death Eater,” Dumbledore spoke very calmly. “He is alone now, Hermione.”

Hermione sank in her chair. She did not know what to say.

“Again, what you have told me about Draco is very important. Have you divulged anything about him and his Dark Mark to anyone?”

“No - not yet,” Hermione muttered. “But I think Professor Snape knows too.”

“Professor Snape is extremely good at handling sensitive situations. You should not worry about him, Hermione.” Dumbledore gave her a reassuring nod. “I believe you should not share what you know about Malfoy with your friends, Harry and Ron. Their judgments and actions could be too rash and harmful.”

Sure enough, Harry and Ron would love to skin Malfoy alive, Hermione thought. But the Headmaster’s words unsettled her. Snape was anything but sensitive during the detention and clearly colluded with Malfoy. Hermione wondered if it was Snape who informed Dumbledore. What a twisted conspiracy she had gotten herself into…The Headmaster evidently had his own clandestine reasons to keep Malfoy’s doings in shadows.

“I believe Malfoy shouldn’t know that I’ve talked to you either… Am I right, Sir?” asked Hermione, her brain working hard.

“You are correct, Hermione.” Dumbledore nodded and smiled again. “Whenever you have concerns about Draco’s intentions and actions, I would always appreciate hearing them. The owl post should work fine so far as you do not state the names too obviously.”

“I understand, Professor Dumbledore.” It was clear to Hermione what Dumbledore expected from her. She was now to spy on Malfoy and to divert him from whatever crimes he was to carry on. “You would like me to gain Malfoy’s confidence and you would like Hogwarts to be a safe haven for him, since it would keep him away from the rest of the Death Eaters.”

“You are very intelligent, Hermione.” Dumbledore rose from his seat. “Please take good care of yourself. I would also advise you not to go outside of the castle alone or with Draco Malfoy.”

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When she got out of the Headmaster’s office, Hermione headed straight to the abandoned classrooms in the far end of the third floor corridor. She craved solitude to mull over her situation and to come up with a strategy for herself.

She pushed the first door open only to startle a seventh-year Hufflepuff couple who were obviously having their day sitting on a desk and snogging. She mumbled an apology and moved to the next door. There she was greeted by Nearly Headless Nick and the Fat Friar, who were playing noughts and crosses on the blackboard.

The third classroom was empty and Hermione dusted off a desk there. She contemplated putting locking spells on the door but decided against it. There was no crime in poring over textbooks in an unused room, after all.

Hermione laid out her parchments and books on the desk, but her mind was far from her homework. She took her quill and stared at the blank page in front of her. Hermione’s thoughts were rambling, and she needed a way of organizing them. A particular memory had been haunting her a lot lately.

It happened shortly before the Battle in the Department of Mysteries in her fifth year. For reasons she did not remember, she went into the dungeons alone. As she walked down a long and winding dark passage, she saw Malfoy coming her way. Hermione took to the side a little to let him walk past, and accidentally brushed her shoulder against him in the narrow corridor. Malfoy stopped abruptly, his pale grey eyes fixed on her. He was so close, she could feel his breath on her face. His Inquisitorial Squad badge gleamed in the light of the torches on the walls. Hermione gripped her wand and backed away to put a little more distance between them both. All of a sudden, he caught her by her elbows and plastered her with his body against the uneven stone wall. His breathing was ragged. His chest flattened her breasts and his hardness pressed against her lower belly. She gasped soundlessly, her eyes gazing into his and her nether parts beginning to throb.

It seemed like an eternity before someone else’s steps resounded in the underground passage and Malfoy suddenly released her. In a second he was gone, and Hermione was leaning against the wall because her knees refused to hold her up. Then she sat through two classes, her knickers uncomfortably damp and her mind constantly wandering back to the incident in the dungeons. Hermione told no one about it but she avoided going down there alone until the end of the school year. When Hermione was caught together with Harry and other Dumbledore’s Army members in June, her biggest fear was that Malfoy would want to hold her himself. Instead, Draco commanded Millicent Bullstrode to restrain her, much to Hermione’s relief.

Hermione propped her elbows on the desk and cradled her head. The shamefully familiar pulsation came on in her lower body when she remembered the episode in the dungeons. Hermione was lusting for Malfoy again, which disgusted her. Heorte Lustbaere was such a cursed Dark Magic.

Hermione lifted her head, rested her back against the chair and stared out the grimy window. She had a very hard time coming to terms with her own sexual feelings and thoughts. Last summer at the Burrow Hermione accidentally walked in on Ron when he was wearing only boxers. She inadvertently caught a glimpse of his male part in the slit of his underwear before she quickly backed out of the room. Hermione was so embarrassed that she spent the rest of the day closeted with a book in Ginny’s room. Her own body had changed a lot, and things were not the same anymore with her old friends, Harry and Ron.

With Heorte Lustbaere and Malfoy, sex barrelled into her life like a freight train. It was a purely carnal, caveman-like brand of erotic pursuit, devoid of any romance and spirituality. It was the same sort of the animal sensation she had with Malfoy in the creepy dungeons in their fifth year. The worst part of it was that it turned her on instead of repulsing her intimately. Which was totally, completely and absolutely wrong.

Hermione lowered her eyes to the blank parchment in front of her. The only thing that could justify her shags with Malfoy was doing service for the Order of the Phoenix, which Dumbledore hinted at. To do it right Hermione needed full control of her own emotions. Which she certainly didn’t have at this point. But she could start with small steps. The first one would be drawing up a pact with Malfoy on proper boundaries in bed and beyond. No more manhandling her if he wanted to have his sex fix every other day. It made Hermione feel a little better. After all, her Mum was right - she ought to set the limits for Malfoy from the start.

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The evening rolled around. Hermione left the library and arrived in the seventh floor corridor at precisely half-past eight. Most students were already in their Houses, and the lights began dimming down in the hallways. Draco Malfoy appeared in the opposite end of the corridor. She held his stare as he came near her. He motioned her to step away into the shadows, and walked past the blank wall three times. When the door appeared, Hermione followed Malfoy into the Room of Requirement.

They found themselves in a chamber with a large four-poster bed. Soft pillows were piled on top of the thick burgundy duvet on it. Burgundy velvet curtains with silver trim fell in folds from the canopy. Draperies of the same opulent fabric adorned the tall windows. Two dark green lounge chairs flanked a small mahogany table a few feet from the bed. The room was bathed in soft candlelight.

Hermione held her breath. For the purpose of their date, the room was too gracefully appointed. The cosiness of it was too wicked. She felt Malfoy’s palms on her waist. Hermione steeled herself and turned to face him.

“Malfoy, we need to work out some terms first.” Hermione walked resolutely to the chairs and put her bag on the floor. “I don’t enjoy being handled like last Friday.”

Draco flopped in a chair and grinned. “You mean you didn’t like your orgasm?”

“I didn’t like how you bonked me on the floor in the first place.” Hermione was determined not to let Malfoy push her buttons. “We must draw up an agreement and set the rules in writing. Of course, I understand we‘ll need to reach a compromise.” She produced a clean parchment and wrote on the top of it:

Contract:

Hermione Jean Granger and Draco Abraxas Malfoy agree to the following terms:

Draco peeked at the parchment on the table between them. “Number one: Hermione Jean Granger agrees to having sex not less than every other day.” He Accio’d The Magical Joys of Kama Sutra from his bag and set the book on the table.

“All right. Here it is,” Hermione put her quill down. “Number two: Draco Abraxas Malfoy agrees to treat me courteously and with respect every time we have sex, and also in public.”

“No objection. Number three: Hermione Jean Granger agrees to not slapping or hitting me in any way.”

“Okay. Number four: Draco Abraxas Malfoy is not to use the M word in my presence at all times.”

“Agreed. Number five: Hermione Jean Granger consents to trying every sexual position in The Magical Joys of Kama Sutra book.” Draco opened the book on the table at random and arrived at the chapter on oral sex, which resulted in a dirty look from Granger.

“I object. I don’t agree to blow jobs at all, Malfoy.” Hermione held her ground firm.

“Then I suggest to edit it: Hermione Jean Granger consents to every sexual position in the book that doesn’t involve oral sex.” One more indignant glance from the righteous Gryffindor, but his line was written down dutifully.

“Now, since I have compromised, I’d like a compromise from you, Granger.” Draco wanted her to remember this forever. “Hermione Jean Granger grants Draco Abraxas Malfoy the full access to each part of her body.”

Hermione’s quill froze in mid-air.

“Didn’t you like me fingering your pussy, Granger?” Draco was determined to knock the snootiness out of her.

Hermione plainly hated Malfoy now. The memory of that particular act made her want it again. She collected herself quickly. If it was something that naturally went with having sex, she had to consent to it. “All right, here it is. Number six: Draco Abraxas Malfoy agrees to treat my friends, including Harry Potter, Ron Weasley and others with respect at all times. He also agrees to be nice to my cat, Crookshanks, and never hurt him.”

“Crookshanks? Is he going to shag with us?” jested Draco. Truly, it was Granger at her finest. He already pitied her future boyfriends - they wouldn’t have Heorte Lustbaere to tame her.

“I do remember how you attempted to kick him when he got between us in the corridor the other day!” Hermione’s tempers were souring.

“All right, my apologies to the Magical Beast Rights League.” Draco picked up the quill.

“Draco Abraxas Malfoy agrees not to kick, hit or otherwise hurt Hermione Jean Granger’s pets which include but are not limited to Crookshanks, Harry Potter and Ronald Weasley,” Hermione read from the parchment. “Harry and Ron are not pets!”

“Could you define pets then?” Draco gazed at Hermione brazenly.

Hermione groaned. It was evident that Malfoy couldn’t care less about their pact. “Let me edit it,” she muttered and put the quill to work. “Number seven: Draco Abraxas Malfoy agrees not to make fun of Hermione Jean Granger.”

“Define fun,” drawled Draco and stretched his legs. He was very ready to get to the real business if not for the stupid contract. Draco yawned and pulled his shirt over his head, not bothering to unbutton it all the way down.

The sight of Malfoy’s bare torso sent desire rippling through Hermione’s body. Why did he have to do it right now???

Draco rubbed his chest and unbuckled his belt. “Let’s make this one the last. Hermione Jean Granger agrees to not flirting, kissing or otherwise engaging in sexual acts with Harry Potter, Ronald Weasley or any other male except Draco Abraxas Malfoy.”

“I don’t engage in sexual acts with anyone except you bastard!” Hermione became all flushed.

“Then it shouldn’t be a problem to include it.” He magicked the quill to start scribbling again, then got up and walked behind Granger‘s chair. There he put his hands on her shoulders and started rubbing them. Hermione fidgeted and his hands travelled down to her chest.

“Malfoy, please - please - we need to finish our pact.“ She made a copy of the parchment. “Let’s sign both of the documents at the bottom.”

Draco waved his wand and the quill signed both of the copies for him while his other hand squeezed Granger’s breast. It earned him an elbow shove from her which missed the target and met the chair back instead.

“Hermione Jean Granger, per our freshly signed contract you cannot hit or slap me in any way,” Draco drawled, his hand still firmly on her bosom.

Hermione handed him the contract copy. “I’d like to take my clothes off now.” She got to her feet and started undressing with her back on Malfoy. The sooner they get through the act the better, she thought.

When she was done with her protective spells, Hermione turned around. Malfoy was already lounging on the bed in all his naked glory and leafing through his Kama Sutra book. Her insides quivering like jelly, Hermione made the few steps towards the bed and climbed on it next to him.

Draco met her with a grin, and she sank into the pillows, not sure what to do. He put the book down and moved to face her.

“Part your legs, Granger. I want to see your pussy,” he said bluntly.

A hot wave rolled through Hermione’s body. She certainly was not prepared to show so much of herself to him. “Per our contract you are to be polite with me at all times.” Hermione did her best to conceal her embarrassment, but was not sure she hid it well enough.

“Could you please show me your cunt, Miss Granger,” Draco spoke in an exaggeratedly saccharine tone, a wry smile plastered on his face. “May I remind you that per our contract you’ve granted me full access to your body?”

“Oh…” Malfoy was impossible as always, Hermione thought. She‘d make him pay for that later. She closed her eyes and parted her legs in front of him.

Draco saw her moist folds and his cock grew harder. Here she was, all open to him. He stroked her with his hand between her thighs and saw her loins wiggle slightly. His fingers went a little deeper. As he trailed them in her pussy, Hermione’s hips suddenly bucked. He lifted his gaze. Her body arched, her eyes were half-open, and her breathing was laboured. Draco rubbed the same spot again, and Hermione responded fiercely. She was getting wetter and he could smell her. Her faint scent was irresistible. He drew closer to her and placed his other hand on her thigh.

Hermione was melting from his caresses. It did not really matter that it was Malfoy who did it to her. It was the insane sensation shooting through her body that counted.

“Aww… It’s - it’s crazy…” She peeped at him from under her leaden lids. His gaze was downcast, and she could see his chest breathing heavily. Then his eyes shot up and met hers. Hermione felt like she was drowning in his darkened stare. She opened her mouth again but no sound came from it. Then his hands were gone from her body, and she reflexively pushed her hips a little forward to him.

Draco flopped on the pillows next to Hermione. His penis was aching, his veins were throbbing and he needed to get inside of her - fast. But he was eager to see all of her, see her come before his eyes.

“Get on top of me - like this,” he croaked and pointed to the pages of the open book between them. He pulled her by hand, and she obeyed.

Hermione moved like in a trance. Her flesh was governing her conscious and all it wanted was to mould with Malfoy’s body. She caught a vague glimpse of the picture he pointed at: a nude witch with long black hair was riding a wizard with strange drooping moustache. With the help of Draco’s hands on her hips she straddled him and hovered over his erection uncertainly.

“Get yourself on my cock.” His hands pulled her down. They missed it on the first try, and she raised herself again. He emitted a frustrated growl. Then she lowered her body again, and managed to slide onto him, this time guiding his penis with her hand. Draco grunted approvingly.

Hermione glanced at the book, not sure again what to do. Draco’s hot hardness stretched her a little and it aroused her even more.

“This position is of an advantage for a witch since she can control the rhythm and intensity of the frictions…” The line floated into her sight but in her daze she couldn’t comprehend it.

“Fuck… Move - move up and down on me.” Draco’s hands pushed her up a little. She got the clue and soon settled into the rhythm. His hands travelled to her nipples and her body arched as he rubbed and tweaked them. Hermione glanced at his chest and wondered if his nipples were as sensitive as hers. Her fingers grazed over them, then flicked his nipples harder. Draco jerked his head back with a groan.

“You like it? “ Hermione whispered her half-statement, half-question.

“Yes - yes…” His hands kneaded her tits and his eyes took all of her in.

Hermione leaned forward to bring her breasts closer to him, and kept on rubbing his nipples. His loins bucked under her steadily, and the movements of him inside her sent waves of pleasure swirling through her body. She realized that when she slanted herself to the side a bit, her sensations became sharper. She closed her eyes and surrendered to her feelings. It was so much better than being squashed under his body…

“Why are you tilting? “ She heard Draco’s gruff voice.

“It feels so … good this way,” she moaned in response. The same second she sensed his hips shifting and giving her more support.

Hermione’s tits undulated in rhythm with Draco’s thrusts, and it was an exciting feast for his sight. Her deft fingers sent small jolts of pleasure through his nipples. His cock and hands commanded her body. Their sole purpose of the moment was to intoxicate each other with pleasure as much as possible. It was the most wonderful and luscious thing imaginable. His pumping became more frenzied and so did her dance on top of him. His sight gone blurry and veins about to explode, he pulled her down on his chest and slammed his lips into her open mouth. He felt her teeth biting his lower lip as he shoved hard into her again and again, spilling himself in her tight cunt. A wave of release washed over him, and he sank back into the pillows while her pussy convulsed around him, her face buried between his cheek and shoulder. Soon she trembled no more and went limp and soft in his arms.

They lay still for a few minutes, then Hermione stirred up.

“Draco - It’s late… We should be going back to the dorms now…” She studied his relaxed face. Then she rolled off him and lay by his side.

“Not yet. Let’s stay here for awhile, Hermione.” Draco turned towards her and made her spoon against him. He placed his palms on her stomach. Her body was warm and soft, and he wanted to stay like this forever.

Hermione felt very sleepy in Draco‘s arms. She could smell him - his sweat and something else, and his scent was comforting to her. How she wished that this boy’s name wasn’t Draco Malfoy… Hermione closed her eyes and rested her back against him.

Draco raised his hand and glanced on his watch: it was time for him to get going. Damned be his Aunt.

“The prefects must be already done with their patrol,” he muttered into Hermione’s hair. “Let’s get up.”

They got dressed and slipped out of the Room of Requirement. Draco held Hermione by hand. “I’ll take you to the Gryffindor Tower first.”

She looked at him curiously. “Why - I can go on my own just fine.”

“I just want it. Make sure you get there all right.”

Hermione did not argue and they silently walked hand in hand down the corridor. When they were about to turn a corner, she halted in her tracks and pulled Draco back.

“The prefects are over there,” he heard her whisper. Draco made a few steps forward and craned his neck. Sure enough, Padma was sitting on a window sill, her arms hugging her knees, and Theo leaned against the edge of the wall, his face in the moonlight. They were talking softly, apparently oblivious to time and their surroundings.

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Author's Note:
The night is not over yet... More is to come in the next chapter. At first I was going to make a very long chapter. While I'm done with the first half, I'm still not satisfied with the second part. So I'm posting this now and taking time to polish the rest. Hope you enjoyed reading this chapter. :)