The Subjugation of Hermione Granger

Disclaimer: The Harry Potter universe and all the characters are property of J.K. Rowling and whomever else has a finger in the huge franchise. I do not. I make no money nor do I claim any ownership of the people, places, and things (unless I make them up as we go, like the character Maia Jeinsen). It is only to have some fun do I write this story, in hopes of some entertainment.

Warning: This chapter contains scenes with violence, course language, nudity and sexual content. reader discretion is advised.

Hermione stormed into the Room of Requirement, her hair flowing behind her in her haste. \"Harry Potter!\" she exclaimed as she rounded on the raven haired teen. \"What\'s the meaning of starting the DA meeting at seven thirty? I told Professor McGonagall that we would be starting at eight.\"

Harry looked at the girl and crossed his arms over his chest defensively. \"I know you did. That’s why I\'m starting it at seven thirty.\"

With an incredulous expression, Hermione looked up at Harry. \"You did this just to undermine me?\" Her heart fell with a thud into her stomach. She knew Harry was upset with her, but to actually go out of his way to try to make her look bad in front of a teacher and her peers was so unlike him. Her mouth hung open in shock and her eyes welled up with tears. \"Harry, I… \" Was all she got out. There were no words to describe how she felt.

Harry almost laughed at her shocked look, but then he saw the tears. Quickly he put his hand on her shoulder and looked into her dark brown eyes. \"I\'m not doing this to undermine you Hermione. I set the meeting up early so I could get everyone together before Professor McGonagall and Bill, er Professor Weasley get here,\" Harry straightened a bit then and frowned. He chuckled lightly. \"I can\'t get used to calling Bill, professor.\"

Relief washed through Hermione and she let out a deep sigh. Now that she knew Harry wasn\'t trying to make her look bad, her curiosity got the better of her. \"Why do you want everyone here before the professors arrive?\"

The other students began to arrive and Harry looked up. \"I have some suggestions,\" Harry stated to Hermione. He smiled lightly in greeting to some of the others. Glancing back to Hermione, he saw the confusion in her eyes. \"Once everyone is here and set to begin, I\'ll explain.\"

Hermione was impressed. Harry had a plan. He didn\'t normally have a plan. He was someone who usually jumped in head first into a given situation and tried to muddle his way through. Only for Harry, he usually succeeded. How would he be with a plan though? Unstoppable, Hermione thought with a little pride.

Harry shuffled his feet and looked uncertainly into Hermione’s eyes. “Maybe after the DA meeting we could talk?”

Warmth rushed through Hermione’s chest and her heart began to beat faster. A light grin spread over her face and she cast her eyes down in embarrassment. “Alright,” she said quietly. “I think that would be best.” Harry nodded and smiled timorously. There was a silence that followed that neither teen knew how to break and neither could look the other in the eyes. Harry let out a breath of relief as the Room of Requirement’s door opened and Ron, Neville, Dean and Seamus entered.

As the room began to fill with students, Hermione smiled and greeted many of them. She was surprised to see a few new faces, but since the DA meetings were now more of an extra curricular club than a necessity of self defence, it made sense that others would be interested to join. She shuddered at the thought that some Slytherins might want to join too. All she needed was for Draco Malfoy to arrive and torment her.

\"Hi Hermione,\" Ginny said as she strode over. \"How was your date the other night?\"

Letting out a small gasp of surprise, Hermione grabbed Ginny\'s elbow and pulled her off to the side of the room. \"Ginny please, not so loud. And besides, it wasn\'t really a date.\"

Ginny giggled. \"So it was just a snog session?\" At Hermione\'s silence, Ginny pressed. \"Why don\'t you just tell me Hermione? I know you want too.\"

\"How do you know that?\"

\"I just do,\" Ginny stated smugly. She smiled widely at Hermione\'s sour expression. Leaning closer, Ginny put her arm around Hermione\'s shoulder. \"It can\'t be that bad. It\'s not like you\'re shagging Draco Malfoy is it?\"

Hermione blanched.

Ginny gasped. \"No! That can\'t be. You hate him. You loathe him. You, you detest him. Right? You do, don\'t you?\"

\"It\'s not what you think Ginny,\" Hermione hissed defensively. \"It\'s just an arrangement. Really.\"

Ginny closed her eyes and shivered in revulsion. \"Are you in love with him?\"

\"NO!\" Hermione shouted causing everyone in the room to look at the two girls. Blushing fiercely, Hermione whispered out of the corner of her mouth, \"Can we discuss this later, in a more private setting please?\" At the hesitant nod from Ginny, Hermione sighed in relief. Her relief was short lived as she saw Lavender and Parvati smile conspiratorially at her. Why didn\'t she realize this sooner? Being in a room full of people like this made it very difficult to escape busy bodies with inquiring minds.

Thankfully Harry was calling order to the meeting. Hermione was curious as to what he had to say, but she found her mind wandering. Now that Ginny knew her secret, perhaps it was time to call it off. After all, Draco wasn\'t holding up his end of the bargain. He had let Pansy know about them and even coerced participation from the Slytherin witch. Draco was a lying, scheming rotter and didn\'t care about anyone but himself.

Even as she raged against his faults, Hermione whimpered lightly at the image of him standing over her. There was no question that he was a very attractive male. He was like an Adonis, if a little paler. Another thing to consider was his skill at making her body sing. Even when he had forced himself on her that first night, she could feel the tingling he elicited in her body. It was all so confusing.

Thinking about all those naughty things the younger Malfoy had done to her caused her to flush hotly. Looking around anxiously, hoping no one noticed her state, Hermione took in the assembly of students. Most looked rather bored at Harry\'s speech. She couldn’t blame them since she had barely caught one word. He was talking about having their wands ready at all times. She rolled her eyes. That was a given. When didn\'t they have their wands with them? She frowned slightly. Perhaps she should listen to his reasons.

The sound of Harry\'s voice brought a smile to her lips. She enjoyed listening to him talk. His voice was a bit deeper than the previous year and he seemed more at ease in front of the other students. She watched him smile and laugh, his face lighting up. It made him look younger and more carefree. Hermione frowned. It wasn\'t like Harry was old. He was only sixteen after all, but she realized that he had aged more then everyone else. The things he had seen, been forced to do, had made him grow up faster. The burden of being the Boy Who Lived suddenly seemed so overwhelming in Hermione\'s mind.

\"Harry, tell us again how you saved Ron from the merpeople under the lake,\" Susan shouted from the crowd. There were general murmurs of agreement and coaxing, making Hermione frown. This was supposed to be about defence against the dark arts, not Harry\'s adventures, no matter how thrilling they may be.

Harry blushed a fetching shade of pink and shook his head. \"No one wants to hear that,\" he murmured. \"And really, I didn\'t do all that well.\"

\"You didn\'t do all that well?\" Maia Jeinsen repeated in an incredulous voice. \"From what I\'ve heard, you were the first one there. You actually saved not only Ron, but the Beaubaxton\'s girl too.\"

Shuffling his feet, Harry blushed at the praise. \"I was being stupid,\" Harry said self deprecatingly, his eyes flitting over the Hufflepuff witch.

\"I think it was great that you did that,\" Maia said softly, to the agreement of the others. \"It shows that you care about others. You should have gotten top marks for it.\"

Hermione frowned at Maia surreptitiously. The Hufflepuff girl was staring at Harry openly and Hermione wondered what she was on about. She crossed her arms over her chest in a huff.

The door to the Room of Requirement swung open and in walked Professor McGonagall and Professor Weasley. The students started chattering together and to the teachers, all trying to explain their presence or asking about certain magical techniques. Hermione stood up quickly and tried to call out to have the students settle down, but her voice was lost in the din. With a desperate look, she caught Harry\'s eyes. He nodded to her and he took a deep breath.

“Everyone,\" he called out. \"Settle down and let Professor McGonagall and Professor Weasley breath for a moment.\" The room quieted down and the students sat down. Hermione watched Professor McGonagall\'s eyes widen in shock at the control Harry showed before she straightened her countenance. Harry smiled lightly as everyone took his or her seats. He clapped his hands, a sign of nervousness Hermione knew, and took another deep breath, trying to calm his thumping heart.

\"Let\'s welcome our guests for tonight,\" Harry said enthusiastically. \"Without Professor McGonagall, this little meeting wouldn\'t be taking place at all. And Professor Weasley, if we\'re all good boys and girls might just show us a spell or two.\" Harry\'s audience broke out in excited applause and there was a murmuring of \'Thank you\'s\' from the students. Harry held up his hand after a moment and everyone went silent. \"Since Hermione is the mastermind behind the formation of the DA meetings, I think it\'s only fitting that she say a few words too.\"

\"What?\" Hermione squeaked as every eye turned to her. She cast panicked eyes to Harry but he only smiled cheekily and urged her forward with a wave of his hand. Shaking her head in wonder, Hermione rose and walked slowly to the front and stood next to Harry. She cast him another withering look, to which he only shrugged.

He put his hand on her shoulder and squeezed lightly as he bent forward and whispered into her ear, his warm breath making her shiver. \"Just tell them thanks for coming and that you hope they enjoy the meeting.\"

Hermione looked at Harry in awe. She couldn\'t get over how calm and in control he seemed. She smiled weakly at him before turning back to the teachers. \"Professor McGonagall, Professor Weasley, we are very pleased that you have taken the time out of your busy schedules to visit with us. We have tried very hard to make this a fun and educational night in the past and the fact that we don\'t have to sneak around anymore should make it even more so.\"

\"Please, Miss Granger,\" Professor McGonagall stated with a hint of amusement in her tone, \"There is no need for such formality. Let\'s just see what you can do.\"

Under Harry\'s guidance, the students broke off into small groups and began practicing the different curses they had learned. Harry walked with the two professors’ and commented on Neville\'s steady improvement or Lisa\'s slow reaction time, or any number of dueling qualities from the students.

Susan stopped them to ask Professor McGonagall a question and Maia smiled shyly at Harry. Harry blushed lightly. \"Hi Harry,\" Maia said pleasantly. \"Um, could you show me how to do the deflection charm again?\"

\"Yeah, okay,\" Harry replied quietly. \"But you seemed to have the hang of it a little while ago.\"

\"Oh, you noticed that did you?\" the young witch exclaimed. She seemed crestfallen, and then suddenly she smiled slyly. \"Well, it must have been beginner\'s luck. I can\'t get the wand movement right anymore.\"

Harry watched Maia flick her wrist and grimaced as her hand waved frantically about. He chuckled lightly and put his hand on top of hers to stop the erratic swinging. \"That was a good try,\" Harry commented, trying to keep the laughter from his voice. \"But the thing you have to remember is that deflection is casting something away from you, so the wand movement has to show that. It’s sort of like a shooing motion.\" He covered her smaller hand with his and demonstrated the movement slowly with her.

Maia looked over her shoulder at Harry as he stood behind her. She could feel his lean chest against her back and she leaned against him slightly. \"Like this?\" she asked delicately, her cheeks turning light pink as she gazed into Harry\'s vibrant green eyes.
Harry licked his lips. Suddenly his mouth was very dry. The feeling of Maia\'s body so close to his was distracting. He knew he should move away, yet he did not. Instead he put his hand on her hip as he helped her try the wand movements. \"You seem to be getting the hang of it now,\" he finally managed.

\"I learn quickly. I like to use my hands.\"

\"You do?\" Harry croaked.

Maia nodded with a small smirk.

Hermione watched Harry and Maia. She scowled at them and wondered how to poison someone without being caught. Shaking her head in confusion, Hermione wondered why her thoughts were suddenly so murderous. That wasn\'t like her. \"Surely Harry isn\'t fooled by her?\" she muttered harshly under her breath. Clenching her hand around her wand, Hermione turned away from the sight and tried to focus on the task at hand, but her eyes kept stealing glances towards Harry. He was laughing with Maia. He was touching her hand, her arm, and her lower back. Suddenly, Hermione wanted that to be her. She wanted Harry to touch her and laugh with her. She closed her eyes and tried to wish the night she and Harry had had sex away. She would do things so differently now.

A blast of magic hit Hermione in the back and she fell to the floor with a thud. The wind was knocked from her body and she gasped desperately. \"Oh gosh, Hermione,\" Neville exclaimed as he rushed forward. \"I didn\'t mean to hit you. I finally managed to get the spell right and… oh, just, I\'m sorry.\"

Strong hands helped her sit up and began to rub her back gently. As she wiped her watery eyes, Hermione found herself looking into the concerned eyes of Harry. A grin spread across her face but disappeared instantly as she saw Maia standing behind Harry.

\"Are you alright Hermione,\" Harry asked with concern. He still rubbed her back and the pressure of his strong hands felt nice on her tense muscles. She wished he would never stop. Her breathing returned to normal and she leaned back against Harry’s chest. Harry looked down into her eyes and smiled shyly, his heart beating rapidly at her returning smile.

Hermione accepted his offered hand and was pulled to her feet. She found herself in his arms and she put her hands on his chest for support. There was a crowd of people around them, Neville’s apologies still coming, but nothing seemed to matter but Harry and her. His eyes were so bright, so green and she found them like magnets, drawing her in. Her lips parted slightly, waiting, begging to be kissed as they inched closer and closer. The sparkle in Harry’s eyes almost blinded her.

“Harry, is she alright?” Maia asked. Harry spun around and looked at the other girl and then quickly back to Hermione. It was like he suddenly realized all the people around him and what was happening. He pulled away from Hermione and blushed crimson. “You’re alright, aren’t you Hermione?” Maia asked pointedly.

Seething with frustration and anger, Hermione gave the Hufflepuff witch a withering glare. “Yes,” she said tartly. “I’m fine. Never better,” she spat. She looked at all the faces that were looking at her, some with expressions of concern, others with amusement. She twisted around and all the faces began to blur together and Hermione felt the seething aggravation build inside her. It felt like a boiling cauldron that was ready to explode if one more ingredient was added to it. That ingredient was added as she saw Maia grab Harry’s hand and pull him to her. She whispered in his ear and he smiled lightly.

“This meeting is finished!” Hermione yelled, her voice echoing loudly in the room. Everyone turned to her in astonishment, but she didn’t notice or care. With tears of frustration stinging her eyes, she ran from the room. Harry’s weak call for her to wait was ignored and whatever else he was going to say was swallowed up by the din of the other rising chatter.

She swept down the corridor, not really sure where she was going but wanting to be as far away from everyone as she could. The pain in her heart was growing and Hermione wanted so badly to make it stop. She wanted to be free from all hurt and confusion and guilt.

“And what seems to be the problem Granger?” Draco Malfoy sneered as he stepped in front of Hermione.

She recoiled in fright at his sudden appearance but recovered quickly. “Fuck off Malfoy,” Hermione barked, trying to shove past the tall teen.

He stumbled out of her way, shocked at her profanity and watched briefly as she stormed down the corridor. A slow depraved grin rose on his lips and he chased after her. Grabbing her arm, Malfoy spun her around. “Having another spat with the two sorry excuses for friends you have? You really should just forget about them. Pothead and Weasel don’t deserve your loyalty.”

Glaring murderously at the Slytherin, Hermione shouted, “Don’t talk to me about my friends! You know nothing.”

The sight of hot tears falling from her eyes brought Draco up short. He frowned at the girl, an anger building inside him. Closing his eyes, Draco counted to ten to calm himself. When he opened his eyes again, he sighed. “Hit a nerve did I?”

“Again Malfoy,” Hermione said quietly, irately. “Fuck off.”

“That’s twice Granger. I don’t think I’ve ever heard you swear before. It doesn’t become you. I dare say, I’ll have to wash your mouth out.”

“Don’t threaten me Malfoy, I’m not in the mood.”

Draco laughed gleefully. “But I am. I think now is a good time to play, don’t you?”

Hermione pulled her wand from her robe pocket and shouted, “Stupefy.” Malfoy jumped to the ground quickly, his face twisted in disbelief and fury. He jumped to his feet with his wand in his hand, but Hermione didn’t give him a chance to use it as she flung three more stunning spells his way. He managed to deflect the first one and watched as the other two flew past, hitting the walls behind him. Dust and pieces of the wall rained down on him as he retaliated with his own curse. The magic from his wand streaked toward the young witch, but she was quicker and cast a shield around her. The magic was absorbed and dissipated harmlessly in front of her.

“Expelliarmus!” Draco yelled and Hermione felt her wand fly from her hand. Distracted by the disappearance of her wand, Hermione was taken by surprise as Draco grabbed her hair and pushed her to her knees. “What the Hell Granger!” he bellowed. He tilted her head back to look into her brown eyes that were filled with tears. “Is that anyway to treat a business partner?”

“A business partner?” Hermione scoffed. “You have broken almost every rule we agreed on.”

“But you have enjoyed yourself no?” Draco smiled lazily. “You knew what you were getting into when you proposed this to me. How could you expect me to follow your rules under such duress? Blackmail is hardly a binding agreement.”

“You’re a self righteous prick Malfoy. You raped me! You were going to obliviate my memory. I should send you to Azkaban.”

“But you won’t. You like what we do too much now. I can tell.”

Hermione winced as she tried to shake her head. “No, I don’t like it. I don’t like it at all.”

Draco bent forward and took her mouth in a hungry kiss. His tongue plundered Hermione’s mouth and he smiled at the small hum she made. Satisfied that he had made his point, he pushed her away quickly. The witch fell to the floor in a heap and a sob wracked her small frame. “I hate you Malfoy,” she said weakly.

“Perhaps, but you’ll still come to me. I own you now, as much as you own me.”

Hermione got up slowly and retrieved her fallen wand. Draco tensed as her hand closed over her wand but visibly relaxed as she put it back into her pocket. “You do not own me. No one does. No one ever will.” She cast one last look toward Draco before turning and slowly walking away.

Draco scowled darkly. “No one walks away from me Granger,” he shouted after her. Raising his wand, he cast the Imperious Curse. Hermione staggered, as the now familiar feeling of her will being forced down overcame her. She whimpered desperately. “I told you that I was going to wash your mouth out for your profanity. Get over here and suck my cock.”

She spun around and slowly, mechanically walked over to Draco. Looking hatefully into his cold blue eyes, her small hands fumbled with his belt. As his pants fell to the floor around his ankles, Hermione sank to her knees and took his length into her mouth. Draco moaned as she took his whole prick into her mouth and sucked. She felt him grow as her tongue slid up and down the underside of his dick and the smooth skin glided over her tongue easily. Soon his prick was too long for her to keep fully in her mouth and she began to swirl her tongue around the bulbous head.

Looking down at the girl, Draco marvelled at the sight of his prick sliding in and out of Hermione’s mouth. She talked way too much for his liking and it was pleasant to see how he could actually shut her up. He groaned as her tongue seemed to wrap around him and squeeze. He wasn’t going to last long if she kept that up.

A noise from down the hall broke through the pleasure he was getting and Draco looked up in alarm. He realized that they were out in the middle of the corridor and anyone could come by. The blonde wizard considered halting Hermione’s skillful attention and taking her into one of the empty rooms, but all thought left him as she ran her tongue through the slit at the head of his cock. He shuddered as her fingers squeezed his balls. Taking a handful of her bushy brown hair, Draco began to pump into her mouth, his dick sliding easily between her lips. He could feel the tightness in his balls contract even more, getting ready to explode. With both his hands buried in Hermione’s hair, Draco groaned. His hot cum shot into her mouth.

“Don’t swallow it yet Granger,” Draco ordered. “Hold it on your tongue. Open your mouth and let me see.” He smiled widely at the sight of his white milky cum filling her mouth. A small drop poured from her open mouth and slid down her chin. “Gargle Granger. Swish it around.” He laughed in pleasure as Hermione shook her head and burbled the hot sticky liquid. With her head tilted back he watched her neck muscles strain to keep the cum in her mouth. Finally he gave her permission to swallow.

Draco released her from the curse and pulled her to her feet. “You bastard Malfoy,” she choked, trying to push him away. He proved to strong and grabbed her wrists and pushed her up against the wall.

“Still cursing? For someone who is supposed to be the smartest girl at Hogwarts, you are very slow. Shall I punish you again?” Draco grasped Hermione’s two small wrists in one of his hands and ran the fingers of his other hand down her body. Hermione was too surprised to fight back. To surprised to speak. She felt his long fingers move over her neck and chest, pulling her blouse away from her body momentarily before letting it settle onto her once again. She couldn’t help the gasp escape her lips as his fingers pinched her taut nipples through the fabric. He twisted them painfully and she closed her eyes tightly. The pain was so subtle that it actually felt good.

The feel of Draco\'s fingers skimming down her body was electric. Hermione groaned throatily and closed her eyes. She tried to fight the feelings that raced through her, but she was overwhelmed as she felt her pussy burn with excitement, her knickers become damp with her need.

Hermione was aghast at the control Draco seemed to have over her. It had nothing to do with the Imperious Curse, since she wasn\'t under its influence then, but with the boy before her. How could she be attracted to a self serving, egotistical bigot like Draco Malfoy? How was it possible that he could elicit such feelings in her? She whimpered at the thought that she may be as depraved as Draco. If that was the case, then she deserved what she got.

Her musings were interrupted as Draco slid his hand beneath her skirt and grazed his fingers across her cotton covered pussy. Hermione\'s breath hitched in her throat at the tingling sensations that coursed through her. As she opened her dark brown eyes and looked into his cold blue eyes, Hermione felt her control shatter at the smirk Draco wore. He was in control and they both knew it.

Pushing her knickers aside, Draco dragged his finger over Hermione\'s clit causing her to moan in pleasure. Her body twisted and arched trying to maintain the contact, trying to prolong the pleasure, but Draco pulled away. His amusement bubbled over into a maniacal little laugh as he watched Hermione begin to slip down the wall on her wobbly legs. He squeezed his hand around her wrists painfully and she whimpered in discomfort but forced herself to remain standing. When his hand returned to her pussy the young witch ignored the numbing pain in her wrists and pushed down onto his fingers. She moaned in satisfaction as two of Draco\'s long fingers slipped easily into her hungry cunt. Hermione wrapped her foot around Draco\'s leg to allow his fingers to sink deeper inside her.

Draco watched in awe as this girl, this seemingly innocent witch opened up for him. She was so shameless, so much in heat that he could do practically anything he wanted to and she would accept it. It made him want to experiment even more with her, to see how far she would go. Hearing her moans and cries of ecstasy made him harder and more excited than any other person he had ever been with. He wanted to take Hermione Granger from the chaste virgin to the wanton harlot. He wanted to make her his.

Hermione moaned loudly. Draco twisted his fingers inside her and scraped them down her moist walls. He reached for the mythical spot inside a woman\'s body and found it, bringing forth a shuddering scream from the girl before him that he had to muffle with his mouth. His tongue thrust into her mouth and swept all around, dominating and powerful. Her body convulsed and squeezed his fingers and her tongue pushed and jabbed at his.

Feeling her body begin to relax, Draco dragged his lips away from hers and began to trail punishing kisses along her jaw. He swept down her neck and sucked roughly. Hermione knew she would be left with several bruises and cringed at the realization that he was marking her as his, branding her. Anger flashed within her and she pried her hands free and shoved him hard, throwing him away from her.

\"Enough,\" she cried huskily.

Draco chuckled. \"Hardly, Granger. I\'m not through with you yet.\"

\"You got plenty for tonight Malfoy. More than you had any right to.\"

\"You are mistaken Granger,\" Draco sneered. He stepped close again and pressed his hips into hers. He watched in amusement as her eyes widened at the feel of his hard cock pressing against her soft belly. \"I have the right to so much more.\" Hermione\'s eyes went wide in fear as Draco bent forward for another searing kiss.

\"Hermione?\" Ginny called from down the corridor. Draco and Hermione both twisted to look at the red head as she approached cautiously. Hermione let out a sigh of relief, which Draco scowled darkly at. \"Are you okay?\"

Pushing Draco away again, Hermione attempted to straighten her clothes as well as her shaky nerves. Every part of her body screamed to allow Draco to continue to torment her with delicious pleasure, but her mind fought the impulse. \"I\'m alright,\" she breathed unsteadily, before dashing into Ginny\'s comforting embrace. \"I just want to go to bed.\"

The two girls walked slowly down the corridor. Before they turned the corner, Hermione looked back. Draco was gone. She sighed in relief. \"I\'m glad it was you that found me Ginny. I don\'t know what would have happened if Harry and Ron had saw that.\"

\"It was almost them who came after you Hermione,\" Ginny explained. \"I convinced them to let me come find you. I told them that you would probably need another girl to talk to.\"

Hermione nodded. \"Yes, I think I do need to talk to you Ginny. I need you to tell me what to do.\" Hermione looked into the younger girl\'s eyes. \"I don\'t know what to do anymore.\"

\"What do you want Hermione?\"

Hermione cast one last look down the empty corridor. \"I don\'t know anymore. I\'m not sure if I ever did.\"


Reviews:

Apollonia - glad you liked the scene between draco, hermione and pansy, but i don\'t understand why you don\'t like pansy. even in canon she\'s a spunky character (evilly of course) and rather fun to play with. i hadn\'t planned to use her at all, but she\'s proven to be very useful. you should give her a chance.

dragonlady sakura - i\'m glad you\'re back too. you\'re one of the more loyal followers and i need the support.

traydr vic - sorry you feel that hermione is acting inconsistently. i really don\'t know where you got the idea that hermione was calling all the shots regarding the imperious curse. hermione only gave him three rules. no telling, no sharing and no physical abuse. he\'s broken two of them, but then again, is he the type of guy to follow rules? i have to ask what you mean by the death thing with myrtle? as to where she went, well that\'s the mystery isn\'t it. hehe. here\'s another question for you. how can my story be good, if you can\'t buy into a romance between hermione and draco? i mean, yes, this is a very unconventional affair between the two, but is it that unbelievable? have i failed that miserably? sigh.

Ashes - you\'ll have to bear with me. lesbian encounters are obviously a male fantasy. hehe.

spaz141 - i don\'t know what myrtle will do. i don\'t even know where she went. i had different plans for her, but she rewrote her scene. sigh.

Queen Sabreen - you\'re not the only one who was disgusted by dumbledore. that was the general consensus. but i liked that chapter and really, that\'s all that matters. hehe. i\'m glad you\'ve liked most of the other chapters though. i\'m not sure why you were so grossed out by pansy, but oh well.

Riri - :-)