Tell Me

Tell Me

DISCLAIMER: This story is based on characters and situations created and owned by JK Rowling, various publishers including but not limited to Bloomsbury Books, Scholastic Books and Raincoast Books, and Warner Bros., Inc. No money is being made and no copyright or trademark infringement is intended.

Chapter Twelve:


“Ohhhhhhh,” moaned the dark haired girl as she thrashed under his flashing hips. She wrapped her arms around his biceps and groaned as a flare of heat went through her body. Her curly hair drifted across her face as his body urged her higher on the bed. She wrapped her slender legs around his waist and arched up into his thrusts.

“Herm..i…..ownnnnnnnnnnnnneeeeeeee,” moaned the man as he drove into her welcoming heat. He was so close.

“Ohhhhhhhhhh,”

He wrapped his hand her slender neck as he thrust into her pussy with hard stabbing thrusts. He closed his eyes and he could see her in his mind – all flushed and pink with passion. He rammed himself into her as he came with a loud shout. He called her name again and again as the pleasure soared through his body.

“Hmmmm,”

Victor roused himself off her sweaty body with a sigh and rolled over onto his back beside the panting girl. He covered his eyes with a sigh.

“What does herm…herm….whatever you said mean in Bulgarian,” asked a breathless voice a few minutes later.

Viktor opened his eyes to look at the girl with a calm expression on his face. She looked like his Hermione but had not one iota of Hermione’s bright intellect.

“Nothing interesting,” said Victor with a smile as he got up and looked around for his clothes.

“Your English has improved so much,” said the girl as she unselfconsciously put her bra back on. She looked around the richly decorated room with appreciative eyes. She had counted herself lucky to have been invited all those months ago to go to an after party with the Falmouth Falcons. She had counted herself doubly lucky to have caught the eye of their new seeker. He was not only wonderful in bed; he did not seem to mind that she liked to chatter.

Viktor tuned out the girl as he fastened his shirt and listened to the faint noises bleeding in through the door. Marcus Flint always managed to have the craziest parties. He gave the girl a faint smile as he opened the door for her when she was dressed.

“Viktor,” said an amused voice from behind him. He was trying to get a drink from the overcrowded bar.

“Marcus,” said Viktor with a grin.

“You were missing a few minutes ago,” said Marcus with a raised eyebrow. “I wanted to introduce you to my fiancée.”

“You must be Katie,” said Viktor smoothly as he raised Katie Bell’s hand to his lips.

“Yes,” said Katie nervously. She gave him a tentative smile. The crowd at the party was large and loud and really glamorous. Katie felt a bit out of her depth. She was grateful Marcus hadn’t moved from her side. When she asked if he needed to take care of his guests, he said; ‘fuck them.’ She was at times appalled by his bawdy, passionate nature - and at the same time, very attracted to it. It was the saving grace of their arranged marriage. They were quite fascinated with one another.

“I have heard so much about you,” said Viktor as he repressed a smile.

Katie and Marcus were truly a match of opposites. He had known that Marcus had been resigned to his engagement. At a dinner to celebrate their forthcoming union, they had met again after many years. Marcus said it was like he had been smacked over the head with multiple bludgers. In a space of a moment, Marcus said he had fallen totally and completely in lust. It made Viktor laugh, only Flint would not try to dress up the feelings he had for Katie Bell. And the sweet, shy girl was leading Flint in a merry chase. Viktor knew for a fact that Marcus had not bedded the girl yet. After a drunken evening, Marcus had told him that ‘the crazy witch’ wanted to wait until they were married.

“Good, I hope?” said Katie as she bit her lip and gave Marcus a look from underneath her eyelashes.

“You are all he talks about,” assured Viktor.

“Oh,” said Katie dryly. “I doubt that.”

“You shouldn’t doubt me, love,” said Marcus with an intent look into Katie’s blue eyes. Katie blushed pink at the look in his mossy green eyes.

“But it is the ummm….story of the locker room,” said Viktor with a wicked look at Marcus.

“I think the word Viktor is searching for is…joke,” said Terence Higgs with a drawl as he sidled up to the group. “Looking fine all rigged out there, Bell. Had no idea your tits were that big.”

Marcus gave Terry a speaking look that Higgs ignored. He gave Katie an angelic smile.

“I was wondering why Marcus here was all panting to get leg shackled to you,” said Terry with his eyes twinkling. “But when you remove the grime of the Quidditch fields, it is amazing how well some witches clean up.”

“I see you are as charming as ever, Higgs,” said Katie with her chin up.

“I do try,” said Higgs. “I just didn’t want Flint here extracting my teeth the hard way. I have heard that he punched Adrian for looking at you for too long the other week.”

“He was staring,” growled Marcus. “I know that look too. It’s the look that got a girl’s knickers off in two minutes back at school. He was trying to use it on Katie.”

“And every girl knew to never take Adrian Pucey seriously,” said Katie tartly.

“Speaking of Adrian, have you heard the latest gossip,” said Terence as he gave Viktor a side long look. “It seems that the team is going to do these charity games all over Britain. It seems that the Falcons and Puddlemere have to do them in penance for that bench clearing brawl last month.”

“It must be hell being on the same team as Wood,” said Marcus with a melodramatic shudder.

“Well, Ade says that Wood still has the dartboard with your face on it,” said Terry with a snicker.

“The one with Marcus when he had his hair short,” asked Katie curiously. “Or the naked one?”

Marcus gave an outraged gasp as Terry and Viktor choked on their drinks.

“There is a naked one?” asked Terry when he could finally talk. Marcus wore a shocked and appalled look on his face.

“Taken in the Slytherin showers by a spy,” said Katie with a grin.

“You saw me naked,” said Marcus after he recovered. He gave Katie a smoldering look. She blushed and her eyes sparkled as she looked up at him. “Hmmm, tell me more. Did you make a copy and put it under your pillow? Did you dream of me?”

“Well,” said Katie cheekily. “I know Ollie did.”

Marcus grimaced.

“Oh please,” said Terry with a scowl. “I just ate. But still, I always thought Wood was a little obsessed with you, Marcus. Remember?”

“No,” said Marcus with a glare at Higgs.

Ter just snickered into his drink. Marcus turned his attention to a giggling Katie.

“You are a lippy girl,” said Marcus seriously to Katie.

“I know,” said Katie serenely.

“One of the games is at Hogsmeade,” said Terry casually.

Viktor smiled and said, “Really?”

Marcus gave Viktor a wide eyed innocent look.

“Shut up,” said Viktor with a scowl.

“I said nothing,” said Marcus with a smirk.

“Gods,” said a cut glass accent from behind Viktor. “Is that a drink?”

Adrian Pucey took Marcus’s drink from him and drained it with one gulp.

“What the hell?” grumbled Marcus.

“Sorry, Marcus,” said Pucey as he stole another drink from a passing house elf. “And I really do apologize for the next bit.” He gave a pained look over Marcus’s shoulder. “Please remember that I am your oldest friend and that you really like me.”

“Why?” asked Marcus suspiciously.

“No reason,” said Adrian as he drained his drink and looked around desperately. “Must be going. Great Party.”

“He’s getting more and more like his uncle Marius,” said Terry as he shook his head and watched Adrian bolt towards the bar in the corner. “Mad as a loon.”

“Hello Oliver,” said Katie breathlessly. She turned to give her fiancée a wide eyed look.

“Oh very funny Katie,” said Marcus with a snicker. “Did Adrian put you up to it? Nice joke.”

“Flint,” said a serious looking Oliver Wood. He came up from behind Marcus. “I hear congratulations are in order.”

“Yes,” said Katie after a short silence. She gave Marcus a tentative look. “Thank-you.”

“How did you make it past the wards?” said Marcus with a glare once his voice came back to him. How dare that Scottish git come into his house? Did he not know he wasn’t welcome here? Marcus twigged and turned to glare at Adrian’s firmly turned back. He was going to kill his cousin Adrian.

“But we are glad to see you,” said Katie firmly. “After all, the entire Quidditch league was invited.” She gave Oliver a light smile. She gave Marcus a speaking look.

“True,” said Marcus grudgingly.

“How have you been Oliver?” said Katie determinedly.

“Quidditch has been good,” said Oliver smoothly as he took Katie’s hand and raised it to his lips. “You have grown into a fine woman, Katie.”

“Oh,” said Katie with a fixed smile. She could feel how tense Marcus was beside her. “Thank-you once again. Have you seen Angelina? I think she’s by the bar. We have some other guests to greet but I am sure we will talk later.”

Marcus nodded at the retreating Wood with ill grace.

“My,” said Higgs with an appreciative look in his blue eyes. “You were very lady of the manor there, Miss Bell. I never thought Marcus and Woody could be in the same room without bloodshed or wands drawn.”

“Well,” drawled Katie. “My mother always said that blood was difficult to get out of Persian rugs.”

“That and she had her heel dug into my foot the entire time,” said Marcus with a laugh. “You know, Katie, not even I am that ill bred to have a wand out fight in my own house. Do I look daft?”

“I wasn’t sure,” said Katie seriously. “I know how much you and Oliver dislike each other.”

“Dislike is such a weak word,” said Viktor with a grin. “I have never seen two players loathe each other more.”

“It started in school,” said Terry with a grin.

“And continues on the pitch,” said Viktor. He smiled at the appropriate places as the conversation swirled on around him but his mind was consumed with the thought that he would see Hermione again…..soon.




All Hermione could feel was his tongue in her mouth. She tore her mouth away from Blaise with a moan of protest. She could feel him. His sulky mouth was making its way down her taut stomach.

“No,” said Hermione, with difficulty, “”I can’t.” She caught at Draco’s fine blond hair.

“Granger,” said Draco with a scowl.

“Hermione,” said Blaise soothingly.

“Everything is moving too fast,” protested Hermione breathlessly.

“Then I’ll slow it down,” said Draco with a determined look in his stormy grey eyes. He delved down between Hermione’s legs and ignored the frantic pulling on his hair.

Hermione looked at Blaise, who was lying beside her, with a frenzied look in her eyes.

“Stop him,” said Hermione as her voice hitched. She could feel his warm tongue as it delicately circled her clitoris. She gasped when his hands, with their long, aristocratic fingers, held her knees apart.

Blaise looked down at Draco who was laving Hermione’s exposed core with his pointy tongue. He shifted as his cock swelled even more. He looked back at his girlfriend and gave a wicked grin.

“You tell him,” drawled Blaise. “He won’t listen to me. He is a headstrong Black, you know.”

“Please, Draco,” said Hermione in a high, strangled voice.

“Granger,” said Draco, in between teasing licks of her clitoris, “I have been waiting ages for hear you beg.”

“I don’t want-“

“Want what?” asked Draco wickedly as he slipped a finger inside Hermione’s soft pussy. He groaned softly as he felt how wet she was.

“Please,” said Hermione softly as her head began to move restlessly without her even knowing she was moving. Her eyes were clenched shut. No one had made her feel quite this good since Viktor Krum.

“Beg some more,” said Draco as he panted against her thighs. Her voice was driving him mad. He fantasized about this moment for years. His cock was so hard; he couldn’t wait to sink into her softness. He started to circle her nub with lazy movements of his tongue. He smiled as he felt her squirming increase. Her hands were clenching at the bedclothes.

“I …I am not begging you, Malfoy,” said Hermione with a touch of fire. She could hear the amusement in his voice. Her hips arched up as a dart of fire zapped down over her spine. She gave a low, helpless groan.

“Certainly sounds like it,” said Draco with a growl as he buried a finger deep inside her soft, clinging pussy. He bent to suck and lick at her pussy with determination.

Hermione gritted her teeth as she fought against the rising tide of pleasure. She could feel his wicked tongue flickering over and over again against her hot core. Against her will, her hands moved to hold his face against her tight. She fisted her hands in his soft blonde hair. Her thighs started to tremble as she could feel her pleasure building unbearably. She was so close.

“Please,” panted Hermione.

“Only because you begged,” said Malfoy with a growl as he swung himself up and over Hermione’s quivering body. Technically, she didn’t beg as much as Draco would have hoped but his cock was rock hard and he just wanted to sink into her.

Hermione’s face was flushed as she writhed underneath his heavy body.

“I don’t want,” stuttered Hermione as she looked into Draco’s flashing eyes.

“Oh do shut up for once, Granger,” said Draco intently. “And stop lying to yourself.” He ran the head of his turgid cock over her swollen clitoris and smiled as she gave a high, breathless moan. He positioned the head of his throbbing cock against her wet opening and pushed into her.

Both Hermione and Draco gave loud groans as Draco sank his shaft deep inside her.

“Please,” panted Hermione. She wanted to tell him to stop but she just couldn’t force the words past her mouth. She could feel him delving into her. Without conscious thought, her legs wrapped around his waist and she pushed her pelvis up into his slow thrusts.

“That’s it, Granger,” whispered Draco intensely. He had his fingers wrapped in her hair and was easing in and out of her in slow, deliberate moves. His eyes were looking into her glazed ones. He rotated his hips as his cock was buried deep inside her and was rewarded with a low, agonized groan.

“Like that,” whispered Draco as he held her head and nipped at her bottom lip with his pointy teeth.

“No,” moaned Hermione as an intense flash of pleasure shot through her spine.

“Liar,” said Draco as he bit her lip.

Hermione thrashed under his body as he began to slam into her pussy with hard, fast thrusts. She dug her nails into his straining back as he fucked her. Hermione looked up into his flushed face and realized suddenly that this was no dream. Draco Malfoy was inside her body. A spark of hot, pleasure flashed down her spine and she moaned. Hermione tried to push at Draco’s surprisingly broad shoulders as she tried to clear her head of the pleasure and bone deep satisfaction that was clouding her judgment. She gasped as Draco simply twined his fingers in hers and held their joined hands over her head as he began to move faster inside her. His gaze never wavered. Hermione shivered as she realized that Draco had never for one moment forgot who she was.

Draco closed his eyes and swallowed as he urged control on his body. He could feel her heart rate accelerate under his moving body. He could see that he had her close. He could also see that she knew exactly who was inside her. It made him grit his teeth and urge control over his treacherous body. The look in her eyes made him want to come right then and there.

“Come for me,” said Draco in between pants.

“I…I,” stuttered Hermione as she tried to control the surges of pleasure that were starting to run over her body in waves.

“For me,” said Draco intently as he slammed his hips into her harder and faster.

“Oh,” said Hermione. “Yes. For…..for you.” She closed her eyes and let the waves engulf her.

As she surrendered, Draco gave a shout as he began to come in long spurts deep inside her. He could feel her fluttering against his hard cock and gave himself up to the joy of finally having her.

Draco lowered his head to her heaving chest and relaxed into her soft curves. They lay together in the bed listening to one another catch their breath. Draco ran a finger down her shoulder slowly and nuzzled his face into her breast. He smiled as he felt her hand tangle in his hair. He was still inside her and her legs were still wrapped around his hips. Draco closed his eyes in contentment.

Hermione sighed as her heart rate finally began to get back to normal. She touched his soft hair when she felt him stroke her skin. The afterglow of really good sex was what she loved about being with someone. She closed her eyes in contentment then a second later her eyes snapped open when she heard his voice.

“You two,” said a slightly annoyed voice. “Is it finally my turn?”

Hermione turned surprised eyes towards Blaise. She had completely forgotten he was there. She gave an uncertain smile at her boyfriend and inwardly quailed when she realized that she had been so wrapped up in Draco, she had forgotten about Blaise.

“Of course,” said Hermione. She quivered as she felt those long fingers of Draco’s stroke her damp skin. Her stomach jumped as a bolt of desire went through her. Desire for Draco’s hands on her again.

“And so it begins,” thought Draco as he stroked a possessive hand down Hermione’s smooth thigh. He felt her quiver and her voice hitched.

Draco’s silvery eyes opened and he gave a sly smile that neither of his bed partners saw.

London:

“You can’t mean it,” said Remus Lupin with a sad gaze into her face.

“I can,” said Tonks defiantly. For weeks, she had been arguing with him but to no avail. He had refused to see her point of view and it was time to take drastic action.

“But to marry a young boy,” said Remus with a surge of sadness as he looked into her elfin face. “Just to please others?”

“You will never love me, will you?” said Tonks sadly. She thought if she told him about the threatened betrothal, Remus would finally see that they were meant to be together, age difference be dammed.

“Nymphadora,” said Remus as he looked away from her red rimmed eyes. He couldn’t bear to look at her. He told himself that she deserved someone younger and more fit, but the Malfoy boy? The reality of her leaving him hit him like a ton of bricks.

“Why not?” said Tonks defiantly, as her shoulders slumped in defeat. It was her last card to play and he had not played it like she wanted him to. Maybe he really didn’t want her as much as she wanted him. “He’s clever, rich and good looking. What more could I want?” Tonks shouted the last words as she walked away from him. It was time she gave up a losing cause.

Remus watched her apparate away with a lump in his throat. She was right. And he loved her to much to saddle her with an old werewolf like him.