What a Witch Needs

Hi everyone! Thank you so much for the reviews (*jumping around the room with joy*). I needed to get this chapter out there as I felt it was time for the secret to start wriggling free. There’ll be more tough decisions for Draco to make in the next chapter as well as yummy sex. Hope you like this chapter. Let me know!

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Revised 5-27-08

Ron’s Discovery


That evening, after the members of the D.A. had left for their respective houses, Ron stepped through the portrait hole of the Griffindor common room and looked about for Harry. Every member had to leave the meeting at different times, so as to not raise suspicions, and Harry had left first, escorting Draco Malfoy out of the Chamber of Secrets. Ron really wanted to know what Harry threatened Malfoy with. He was sure it was something wicked.

When he didn’t see Harry in the common room, he ran upstairs to their dorm and saw Seamus getting ready for bed. “Have you seen Harry?” Ron asked.

“No,” Seamus answered. “He’s probably hexing the daylights out of Malfoy.”

Ron snickered, replying, “I hope so.”

Seamus smiled as well. “You’d think he’d back off now that Umbridge is gone and Dumbledore is back.”

“Malfoy?” Ron replied, incredulously. “He’s probably spying for You Know Who or his evil father.”

Seamus gazed at Ron for a moment, in thought. “That’s not a comforting thought. Let’s hope Harry obliviates him.”

“Harry hates Malfoy almost as much as You Know Who. I’m sure he’s taken care of it,” Ron answered.

Ron looked about, deciding that he’d have to wait and ask Harry when he came to bed. He grabbed his pajamas and dressing gown, heading back downstairs and out the portrait hole. He felt a nice bath in the prefects bathing room would be just the thing after getting tossed around so much at the D.A. meeting.

Ron made his way through the prefects lounge and back towards the bathing room. He smiled when he saw that the door was unlocked, happy that he wouldn’t have to wait for anyone else to finish. He pushed open the door and froze in his tracks, looking at the surprised blonde head sitting in the bath.

“You!” Ron exclaimed.

Draco smirked at him. “I am a prefect too, Weasel.”

“How much did your father have to pay for that honor?” Ron sneered, frustrated at this damper in his evening.

“Get out,” ordered Malfoy. “Can’t you see I’m bathing?”

“Lock the door next time,” Ron spat, starting to turn around and leave. Before he was completely turned, his eyes caught a disturbing sight in the mirror off to the side. Someone was in the bath with Malfoy, someone ducking their head low against the wall of the tub, attempting to conceal themselves. He paused a moment, gazing at the hair of someone he knew very well, a surreal buzzing beginning in his head.

It couldn’t be.

“Hermione?” Ron said, the name slipping out with no effort, only disbelief.

Draco flicked his eyes down to her and said, “It’s no use hiding anymore, my dear. The mirror has given you away.”

Ron heard her groan of despair and watched in horror as her head came peaking over the side of the bath. “Ron…” she began.

“What are you doing here, with HIM?!” Ron interrupted.

“What does it look like we’re doing?” Draco replied, calmly. He lifted his hand out of the water and examined his finger nails, bored. He looked to be the only one unaffected by this. “Or, are you too thick to figure it out?”

“You’re about to get my thick fist in your mouth if you don’t shut up!” Ron snapped. He looked at Hermione, hurt and shocked. “I can’t believe it! This is who you chose over me?”

“Ron… it wasn’t like that,” Hermione pleaded. “This happened a few days after that incident with me and you. It wasn’t planned at all.”

Draco looked at Hermione in surprise. “You two were together? You never told me that, Granger,” he said, finally disgruntled. His sharp eyes snapped to Ron with even more dislike. He didn’t like the thought that anyone had touched his little virgin before he did.

Just then, the bathing room door opened a second time and Harry stepped in with his night clothes slung over his arm. “Sorry I was…” Harry stopped short, noticing Ron standing there before him. “Ah… Ron… hi…” Harry stammered. His nervous eyes shifted to Draco and Hermione in the bath and he felt like he could no longer breathe in this stuffy room.
It wasn’t supposed to happen like this. Fuck!

Ron looked at him. “There you are! Just in time!”

Harry’s eyes opened wider and he shifted on his feet, nervously. Just in time for what, he wondered. What exactly did they tell Ron?

Ron’s angry glare swung back to the two in the bath, pointing. “Look, Harry! Hermione’s naked in the bath - with Malfoy! I thought she was our friend!” Ron declared, heatedly.

“I AM your friend, Ron!” Hermione defended. “My personal relationships have nothing to do with our friendship.”

“It does when it’s with him!” Ron snapped. “He’s the son of a Death Eater, for Merlin’s sake. Have you forgotten there’s a war going on? Have you? Not to mention all the filthy barbs he’s made about your family… and mine!” Ron shook his head in disgust. “Did you just forget about all that, or have you gone completely mad?” Ron turned, facing Harry, and said, “Hurt him, Harry, hurt him badly. I didn’t bring my wand down here. He has to suffer for this!”

Harry shifted on his feet again, not able to meet Ron’s eyes. “Ron… I…” Harry stammered.

Ron squinted at Harry, suspicion dawning over Harry’s lack of reaction. “What is it? Aren’t you freaking angry? Do it, Harry!” Ron looked Harry over, confused. “Don’t tell me you already knew about this?”

Harry glanced at Hermione, his heart sinking at the devastated look in her eyes. “Well… I…”

“You did, didn’t you?” Ron said, slowly. His eyes shifted back and forth, from Harry to Hermione. “Thanks for being such a good friend, Harry! It’s nice to know we don’t have any secrets from each other,” Ron glared, caustically.

“Ron, it wasn’t your business,” Harry replied, finally finding his voice. “We didn’t tell you because we thought you’d react exactly like this. We didn’t want to hurt you.”

“And you’re fine with THIS?” Ron spat, swinging an arm out towards Draco and Hermione.

Harry’s eyes fell to the floor once more. Here it was, the moment he dreaded most. “Well…”

“Harry, you might as well tell him,” Hermione prompted. “I don’t want to keep anymore secrets from him. It’s not fair to Ron.”

“Granger…” Draco warned. The thought of his classmates finding out, or worse – his father, weighed heavily on his mind. Sleeping with Granger, yes, he could explain that. He was a hormonal teenager after all. But shagging Potter would be far more complicated to justify.

“No, Draco, we need to tell him,” she decided with conviction. “We can trust Ron. He won’t blab to anyone.”

“Tell me what?” Ron asked in growing fear. “What could be worse than this?”

Harry seemed unable to speak, so Hermione finally said, exasperated, “Ron, all three of us are involved!”

“Involved? Involved in what?” Ron replied with a complete lack of comprehension.

“Oh, Merlin! How thick can you get?” Draco snapped. “Put two and two together, Weasley. Or, in this case, I suppose it would be two plus one.”

Ron froze, his eyes locked on Harry’s. “You? You and… them?”

Harry’s expression changed, pleading for his friend to understand and to not hate him.

Ron backed away toward the door. “Traitors - that’s what you both are. Sleeping with the enemy…” Ron turned, running out of the room and back towards the tower.

“Ron! Wait!” Harry shouted, tearing off after him. He had to explain more to Ron, try and make him understand.

Hermione dropped her forlorn face downwards, tears forming in her eyes as she let out a ragged breath and whispered, “He hates us now.”

A cutting comment about Weasley was on the tip of Draco’s tongue. However, he stopped himself from saying it when he saw how distraught Hermione was. He waded over to her and picked her up, placing her on his lap as he held her like a baby. Hermione wrapped her arms about his neck and began weeping in onto his chest.

“Shhh… it’s all right, love,” he crooned, placing a kiss on her forehead. When she didn’t let up, he asked, “Does this mean you want to stop seeing me?”

She lifted her tearful face and looked at him, surprised. “No! I mean… Ron is important to me, but I don’t think he should be able to tell me, or Harry, who we can be with. I just hope he realizes that and still … well… still wants to be friends with us.”

“Are you that short on friends?” he asked with an intimate laugh, trying to lighten her mood.

Hermione sighed and placed her head back on his chest. “You don’t understand. Ron is more than a friend to us. He’s like a brother. I’d do anything to help him if he needed it and so would Harry. It’s like we’re family.”

Draco felt a pang of jealousy at her words. For the first time he found himself filled with envy of Ron Weasley, who had the love and loyalty of Hermione and Harry.

Finally, he said, “If he feels the same about you two, then I think you have nothing to worry about. He’ll come around, eventually, when the shock wears off.”

Hermione lifted her head, searching his eyes. Draco was continuing to surprise her with tenderness - and now understanding. Every time she thought she knew him, he would reveal another facet of himself to confound her more.

“Why are you looking at me like that?” Draco grinned.

“Because… well… I use to think, this thing between us… was all about the sex. But there are much deeper qualities about you than I first suspected,” she replied.

“Hmm… yes, well, don’t let that spoil your image of me as a sex object. I do prefer gasps of ecstasy to tears of sorrow any day,” he teased, trying to stay away from her deep analysis.

“Then… how about making me gasp now?” she challenged playfully, needing to forget tonight’s disaster.

His eyes smoldered with lust as he whispered, “My pleasure.”

He lowered his lips to hers, tonguing her sweet mouth deeply and mimicking the motions he was planning to use on a different orifice of her body. His hand on her thigh moved up and lightly brushed over her clit on its way higher. Hermione moaned in his mouth wiggling her bottom on his lap while the spark of his touch lit flames licking deep inside her.

His hand traveled to one breast and kneaded it, pinching her excited nipple between his knuckles. He lifted her breast higher and moved his mouth down to suckle her, pulling and nibbling with his skilled lips as Hermione moaned and shuddered.

“Draco…” she sighed.

“Hum?” he answered, without leaving her lovely breast.

“I… need you … inside me,” she panted.

With a quick movement that took her by surprise, he stood up in the water, still holding her, and placed her on the edge of the bath.

“Oh!” she gasped in surprise as he yanked her legs open and buried his face into her warm wet pussy. He attacked her pussy with his tongue and lips, wild with his own need. Hermione rolled her head back and grabbed onto his own head, panting with desire.
There was nothing slow and teasing about Draco’s motions as he feasted and sucked on her engorged clit, sawing it over and over with a firm tongue. Hermione soon found herself gasping for air as her body exploded and convulsed in orgasm. She expected him to pull back afterwards, but he didn’t.

He was like a madman as he continued his assault. He pinched her clit between two fingers as he frantically fucked her convulsing hole with a stiff tongue, slurping all her sweet juices into his mouth. When his fingers finally let go of her clit, she groaned as the blood came rushing back to her pleasure nub, engorging it once again.

When he finished with her juices, he attacked her clit again, pulling it into his mouth and smacking it with his tongue. It wasn’t long until she shuddered and convulsed with a second orgasm, screaming in delight. Again, he drank greedily from her opening as she panted, “Draco… Draco… I can’t take anymore.”

He lifted his mouth for a moment and grinned. “Yes, love, you can.”

He lowered his mouth again to her dripping petals. This time he put two fingers up her passage and began to work them around her G-spot while he continued sucking her sweet flesh into his greedy mouth. He didn’t let up until she screamed his name a third time, her head thrashing from side to side and her legs turning to jelly.
When he finally lifted his head and looked at her smugly, she barely had enough energy left to open her eyes.

“What are you trying doing to me?” she moaned, her breath fighting to calm down.

“Cheering you up,” he stated.

Hermione opened her eyes, staring at his face, which was sporting a knowing grin. A giggle burst forth as she replied, “You certainly did!”

OOOOOOO


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