All the Right Moves

Hermione had decided to spend the evening with Harry and Ron. They had been working on ways to bring down Voldemort, and Harry had been going to private lessons with Dumbledore for the past two years. Dumbledore had told Harry that something was in motion that would be a powerful ally to the light side, but that it would take some time. Ron had spent some time with them in the library, but then made his excuses and hurried off.

“What’s with him,” asked Hermione?

“Oh, I’m not sure. He’s been sneaking off a lot lately. I think he may have a girl that he’s meeting in secret,” Harry replied.

Hermione was secretly happy, because she felt that may make it easier on Ron once she announced what she was about to tell Harry.

“Harry, I have to tell you something. Something important and I need you not to tell Ronald,” she stated.

Harry arched an eyebrow, but replied, “Sure Mione’ you know that you can tell me anything.”

She looked straight into his eyes and whispered, “I’m pregnant.”

She had such a look of vulnerability on her face that Harry couldn’t help but hug her. “Its okay Mione’, you know that I’ll help you in any way,” said Harry.

She was so relieved, she just held Harry close. She needed some reassurance, and Harry had provided that to her. They got back to their work on researching potential Horcruxes, and lost track of time. Harry wasn’t sure he was going to be able to get back into the Gryffindor tower, so Hermione suggested that he come spend the night on her couch. So they quietly made their way up to the head girl area.

When they entered, they saw Draco holding Ginny on the couch, and Harry immediately erupted in anger. Harry pulled out his wand, but Hermione disarmed him.

Draco and Ginny awoke with the noise, and Ginny looked sullenly at Harry and said, “Harry it’s not what it looks like. I was waiting for Hermione, and I had a rough day, and we just fell asleep here.”

Harry looked at her searchingly, he was still angry to have found her in Malfoy’s arms, but he could tell she was telling the truth.

He sighed and said, “Why couldn’t you have come and found me? Why did you end up going to Malfoy for comfort?”

Ginny replied, “He was hear, and I needed to talk to a girl. I was really looking for Hermione, honest Harry. I would never do anything to hurt you. Everything I do is for you, you should know that.”

Harry smiled at her. He knew that she loved him, and ever since he realized his feelings, he had realized that he could never love anyone as he loved her. He went to her and she stood up. They kissed. Hermione looked at Draco who was taking in the whole sight. He was looking at her to see if she was jealous, but she didn’t appear to be. Obviously she trusted him; it was oddly comforting to have someone trust you. He was not used to that. Too bad for her, but she was placing her trust in the wrong man. It was a pity, under different circumstances, he wondered if he could ever truly fall for the mudblood. He also was wondering who was responsible for the condition that he found the young red head in. He intended to find out.

Harry and Ginny took the couch in their common room and Hermione and Draco went to bed in his room. As soon as they closed the door, Draco cast two spells, one with a powerful lock, and the other was Silencio.

He asked her, “Where were you till this time in the morning? I waited up for you, and I was worried.”

She started to get defensive but smiled at him saying he was worried about her.

She was not used to someone worrying about her and replied, “I was helping Harry with research about taking down “you know who.”

Draco smiled inwardly, and replied, “Well next time the mother of my child decides to be out late, and she better let me know first. And to show you I mean business…,” his voice trailed off, and he threw her to the bed.

He murmured a spell to magically bind Hermione to his bed. She gasped in surprise, and instantly was turned on by Draco taking control of her. She liked when he took charge in bed. It made her feel womanly. He said a spell to remove her clothing. She was beautiful. She had gained a little weight, but you could still not tell she was pregnant. She actually looked more beautiful because it made her more proportional. Her nipples hardened immediately.

Draco pulled some items out of the drawer of his nightstand. He grabbed the candle and dripped some hot wax on her breast. She bucked her hips at the sensation. He pulled a feather and used it to trace patterns on her breast and her stomach. She was writhing in pleasure at the sensations that the hot wax that he kept dripping in various areas on her body and the feather.

She cried out, “Draco I need you.”

He smirked and said, “All in good time my love.”

He made his way down to her quivering pussy. He muttered another spell that she couldn’t hear, and he put his mouth on her clit. It was cold but slowly warmed as he sucked and she has never felt anything like it before. She was in ecstasy. She felt something thrust into her. All the sudden it started vibrating. Draco had charmed the vibrator into thrusting in and out of her while it was vibrating, and it was intense. She could barely stand the sensations attacking her body.

While this was occurring Draco was attacking her breasts with the icy sensation, and then the warmth. She came screaming louder than she ever had. She felt like she could die. Draco stopped the vibrator and removed it from her sopping hole. He was more than ready for his turn. He had tortured her enough. Draco positioned himself at her hole and thrust in. She felt him fill her to the hilt and he felt so complete in her.

She was still sated from his previous ministrations, but she was pleased that she could still accommodate him. When Draco realized after all of that she was not getting hot again, he took the vibrator and made it stay vibrating against her clit while he rode her hard. She felt pressure building again, and they both quickened their pace. She bucked her hips upward to meet his and they were both getting ready. They came together, and both lay back spent. Draco used magic to put back his toys.

“Are you happy, my love,” he asked.

“Happier than I have ever been, Draco,” she replied.

He was strangely euphoric as well. “I’ll pass,” he thought.

He was still determined to follow through on his orders. He was hoping he could stop pretending to love the mudblood so much. It was starting to get on his nerves.