You Raise Me Up

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Hermione said she will forgive Draco for giving out the pictures of his Basilisk as long as Somebody will go egg Percy's house...
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Hermione sulked in the library. She had dressed in her most comfortable outfit, which was Harry’s red sweats and her over-large t-shirt, and was nursing a glass of wine in front of the fireplace in the Malfoy library. She adjusted the blanket around her, and took another small sip of her wine. She had to give it to Lucius…the Malfoy collection was superb. She could feel the knots in her stomach loosen with each sip.

She still couldn’t believe the fiasco with Neville. Her old friend Neville. He had knocked her aside like dirty laundry, and it had made her feel worthless. Neville had been one of the few purebloods she enjoyed being around. She loved Sirius, of course, but when he had died, Neville practically became the only one. She felt the familiar pin-prick of tears behind her eyes, and succumbed to the moist caress on her cheek.

But, she told herself, in losing one friend you’ve gained many. She tried to ignore that tiny voice. If you weren’t here, you would have never met Draco. And the sex is mind-boggling…And Narcissa…have you ever met another woman like her? She knows just how to make you feel pretty…something you’ve never felt before. And Lucius….well….Lucius…he’s….he’s….Bellatrix! Think about Bellatrix…she’s become like one of your best friends. She confides in you. You confide in her. It’s like the fox befriending the chicken…

You need to sort out your priorities…if you don’t finish what you started here you’ll be holding hands with the Dementors in only a few short months. You need to buckle down and finish teaching these idiots so you’ll have time for revising… she eventually told the voice to shut up, and took another sip of wine.

She didn’t feel the presence of another person until they flopped down on the sofa she was sitting on. She jumped, and nearly spilt her wine.

“Goodness, Mione…one would think you didn’t know I was in here.” Draco said gently. Hermione put her glass down on a small table beside the sofa.

“You are insufferable, Draco…” she said half-heartedly.

“That’s not what you said the other night. It was more like; ‘Oh gods Draco! Fuck me harder. Shove that big hard cock inside me! Ooh! Oh yeah! Mmm mmm!’” he teased, throwing his voice into falsetto to imitate Hermione. Hermione blushed feverishly.

“Shut it! I don’t feel up to it today…” she said.

“I certainly do…” he said, and took her hand in his, placing it on his crotch. She could feel his erection straining against his pants. She pulled her hand back. “Come on…you’re still not mad over Longbottom, are you?” he asked.

“Draco please…he was my friend. You need to understand that. He was a real friend. I know how he must feel. He was so affected by what happened to his parents. He was always living in his father’s shadow, using his father’s wand. He didn’t get to figure out who he was until fifth year. DA was the best thing to ever happen to him. We were all on the same side. I shared in his passion for revenge. He must feel so betrayed by me…but…I feel bad because…I could care less. My convictions have undergone some serious changes recently, and there’s nothing he can do or say to make me feel bad about the decisions I’ve made. I don’t regret helping Bella. She’s so…interesting. So snippy and sarcastic, and when she’s doing it to someone else it’s frikkin hilarious. Your father is like a cat. He knows what you’re saying he just doesn’t give a fat flying fuck. Your mother is a fashionista who could probably make professor Sprout look good. And Snape…well…he…can make…a really good headache potion to help deal with all of you. I miss my parents, Draco…but it feels like I’ve found a new family. A really fucked up, dysfunctional family, but a family nonetheless…” she said, and then looked up at Draco, her eyes bright with unshed tears.

Draco was floored. His initial reaction was shock. But that quickly melted into a warm, fuzzy feeling in his stomach. Cliché, yes, but he could almost feel the warmth in her eyes. He reached out and touched her face.

“Hermione Granger…You have captured my heart.” He said. He leaned in, and kissed her gently on the lips. She

closed her eyes, and the unshed tears spilled down her face. Her hands found their way into Draco’s hair, and she pulled him close to deepen the kiss. She groaned softly as he nipped at her lower lip, before drawing it into his mouth. He bit gently, and his crotch re-activated as she gave a strangled groan. He slowly pushed her against the sofa, claiming his spot on top of her. She adjusted her body so that she could wrap her legs around him.

She gasped softly as he pressed close to her, knowing her weakness was the pressure of his body on top of hers. He chuckled as her hips almost immediately began working against his stomach in her famous dry-hump. He loved the feel of her tiny hips working against him until he sank home and she could work against his throbbing member. He captured her mouth again, fully locking their lips as he worked to unfasten the buttons on his shirt.

They were distracted by a cough. Draco broke the kiss, and looked up. Bellatrix stood over them, tapping her foot and shaking her head.

“You two really need to stop doing this in public…one of these days either Lucius or Narcissa is going to catch you, and they won’t be so lenient…” she said, plopping down on the neighboring chair with her needlepoint. She had tried her hand at knitting, only to produce a lumpy scarf which she immediately threw in the fire, melted down the knitting needles, and formed the into a Celtic cross which she presently wore around her neck. Needlepoint, however, she had quickly taken to. She was quite good, much to the surprise of...everyone. Snape would make fun of her, only to have his bottom pinched soundly. He eventually learned that she was not to be trifled with while she was doing her needlepoint.

“Hermione…please stop humping my nephew in my presence. Your raging hormones are throwing mine out of whack even more than they usually are, and Severus won’t be here until this evening. Go somewhere more private…” she said, drawing the needle up through the material. Draco quickly climbed off of the sofa, and grabbed Hermione by the wrist, and disappeared into his room.

He quickly tossed her onto the bed, and began throwing his clothes off in a lusty rush. Hermione shimmied out of her large sweatpants and panties, and jerked off her large t-shirt. As Draco kicked his pants aside, she unclipped her bra, and flung it off the side of the bed.

He then climbed back onto the bed, and nestled himself between her legs. Her thin legs wrapped around his waist and started working again. He laughed.

“Why do you do that?” he asked between kisses.

“I don’t….ugh…know. My hips just start w-working when you’re on top of m-me.” She purred. He gently pulled back, and grasped his hard cock in his hand.

“Are you ready for this, Mione? Are you ready for me to fill you up with my cock?” he asked. She was also a sucker for filthy language in the sack, and he loved to talk dirty. “Do you want me to fuck you until you can’t walk? Hmm? How about when I’m done fucking your tight little cunt, I make you lick me clean? You’ve tasted yourself before. Would you like me to slap that tight little ass of yours? I haven’t yet got a chance to spank you, but you’ve said you’d be interested. Do you want me to make those cute little tits bounce as I pound that curly little head against the headboard? Make your pick, Mione…I’m getting impatient.”

Hermione shuddered with each offer, and tried to work her hips harder against him. He put his hands on her hips, holding them still. “Decide…” he hissed.

“Please, Draco, fuck me until I can’t walk…” she begged. He growled, and positioned himself at her opening. He thrust inside, and watched gleefully as her eyes rolled back. He started immediately with a bone-breaking pace. He locked their lips together to stem the stream of obscenities that was spewing from her lips. Her fingernails dug into his shoulders, and dragged them down his back, leaving long red scratches in their wake. His hips worked at a frenzied paces, and his tongue fucked her mouth as his cock fucked elsewhere.

Hermione could feel the familiar warmth of an orgasm starting at her toes. Her toes curled in sweet bliss as the orgasm overtook her, and she pulled her mouth away from Draco’s and cried out.

“Oh, Draco!” she cried, and her nails bit into his skin. But Draco wasn’t through yet, and held his rhythm steady. She grunted as he grabbed the backs of her knees, and pushed her legs back against the bed, changing the position of his thrusts.

She felt another orgasm building, and thrashed wildly as the stronger waves buried her beneath their fury. The furious clamping of her inner muscles took Draco over the edge, and he came with her.

“Yes!” she gasped, and her head flew back against his pillow. Draco, empty and content, gently rolled off of Hermione and collapsed beside her. Her breath came in winded puffs, and she gently linked her hand in his, twining their fingers.

“Pretty good, eh?” he asked, his own breathing hard.

“This was so much better than wine!”
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What do you say? Good, huh? I got happy just writing it. And it is so hard to write a kiss when you've never had one. I know...it's sad...I'm so lame...(and single)

Anyway! Lucius wants me to tell everyone that there will be a field trip in the next chapter, and Bellatrix isn't fond of McDonald's...who doesn't love a Big Mac...?