Sometimes It's Good to be Bad

Chapter 18 The Essence of Malfoy

Hermone went up and kissed her master's hem, noticing an even larger group in the room than her initiation. Apparently the more she did, the more he was willing to let his other subjects see her.

With a wave of his hand, she was once again naked, her new scars almost glowing in the firelight. He walked over to her, put his wand on her left breast, and a minute of pain later, the Mark had reappeared. Sitting back on his dias, he waved his hand once more and she was clothed again and all but four of his minions were dismissed.

When she was sked if she had any new information for her Lord, she told him all of what the Order members had told her and how bad Harry was taking her and Ginny's kidnapping and Ginny's mental breakdown, no matter how much he tried to cover it up. She told of how they were all going back to Hogwarts as well as of her new position (which caused a menacing gleam to cross her master's red eye).

Coming to the part where she wanted to talk of the horcruxes, she hesitated and glanced to the other people in the room. They were also dismissed with wonder as to what the girl could have to say to him that he would allow her a private conversation, as it was somthing highly irregular. She told him her theories of what they may be, but also said she was grasping at straws. In response, he told her to 'visit the chamber'. She was then sent to Draco's quarters to leave Him to think an all the new info.

When she arrived to his rooms, she knocked on the door. A minute or so later, Malfoy opened the door and let her in. As soon as the door was closed, he grabbed her ass and pulled her to him, catching her mouth in a kiss. He pushed his tongue into her open mouth, exploring the cavity as he pulled her even closer, her breasts pressed to his chest with only the fabric of her clothes between them.

After he moved away, breathing a bit deeper than normal, she gave him a shrewd look despite the smile on her lips and said, "Nice to see you, too."

"I've been wanting to do that ever since seeing what you did to the Weaslette," he responded.

"You saw that?" she asked, startled.

A rare grin spread across his face as he gazed into her eyes. "The room you were in... the ceiling was enchanted to see through from above so there was really a large group of us watching."

"Pansy?"

"No... she was mad at me so she took off, which worked out, since she wouldn't have been allowed to watch. That was another thing. She's not used to being spoken to the way you did... and calling her weak.." he trailed off as he shook his head, still smiling.

"Well, she is weak. It's a reality that she might have to face someday. But I don't care to talk about your girlfriend right now."

"You know, neither do I." He reached for her robes, and she let them drop at his touch. She was now revealed to be wearing a see through black flowing camisole and matching knickers. He touched her scars, his fingers lightly caressing them. She moaned and he put both of his hands splayed on her collarbone, moving them down her arms, taking the cami with them.

When his hands reached her waist, he hooked his thumbs around the band of her knickers, pulling them down with the top. When the figure in front of him was nude, he hastily pulled off his bottoms before moving them to the bed. Once he laid her down, he strated tracing her scars with his tongue, one hand tightly gripping her waist, the other using two fingers to slide along the inside of her vaginal folds before plunging two fingers as deep as they would go inside her. He kept them still for a moment, and when the scissoring motion came, she was startled by it. His thumb started working her clit while his tongue was still assaulting her torso. Her whole body arched itself toward him as low, gutteral moans found their way out her mouth.

She came, crashing around him, but he continued his ministrations until she took one of her hands away from its place in his hair, though leaving the other caressing the arm and wrist of the hand that was still plunging in and out of her in a steady rthym. She placed her fingers under his chin, gently leading her face to meet hers. She tenderly kissed his eyelids and moved onto his lips as she caressed his cheek.

She took his other hand away from her as she languidly moved to be above him. Kissing and licking her way down his front, he becamse even harder at the teethmarks she had left around his small pink areola. When she reached his genitals, she licked the silver blond hair before blowing on the area, sending shivers down his spine. Holding each of her hands on one of his thighs, she thoroughly bathed his shaft with her tongue before taking it into her mouth.

One of her hands moved to caress his balls while the other pumped him in time to her bobbing head. His hand was in her hair, pushing down as he moved up off the bed to meet her. Eventually her hand was moved back to his thigh as there was no longer room for it between her stretched lips and his balls. Through the nioses he made, he was able to convey that he was soon going to explode. She was perfectly happy with the idea of tasting him, but instead he pulled away from her and tossed her back on the bed, painting her torso white. She dipped her fingers into the liquid, moving them to her face before her tongue darted out take in his essence.

The sight had him hard again extremely fast. In a flash he was inside her, and she moaned into his mouth as they kissed, with him tasting himself in her. He moved slowly as he searched the inside of her body with his own. She had enjoyed having him hard and fast before, but this was just as good. She moved her nails down his back in the rythm he set until she decided that it was her turn to do the work. She rolled them over, and soon she was riding him just as slowly, with his hands firmly planted on her hips, one of hers working her clit and the other moving between her breasts, her head thrown back with a distinct arch to her body. His cum was still glistening on her from before.

This is exactly how they were when the door to Malfoy's rooms was opened on them for the second time. "I need to start locking that door," he mumbled, despite the fact that Hermione had kept moving on top if him, completely ignoring the interruption.

"Can I help you, Blaise?" He glanced at the clock; three thirty in the morning.

The black beauty had a look of infinite shock on his face as he watched Harry Potter's best friend impale herself on his friends cock over and over again. "Ummm, yeah, I need to talk to you, Draco," he answered, snapping himself out of his trance.

"Can it wait?"

"No, it can't."

Malfoy tapped his partner on the thigh and sat up. She found the strength to climb off of him, and he scourgified his semen off her. She walked acroos the room, glaring at Blaise. When she picked up her clothes and put them on, she went back to Malfoy and tenderly kissed his lips. "At least getting over being tortured is a good enough excuse to spend the rest of the day sleeping." She straightened back up and apparated to her room, leaving the two men together; one annoyed and the other confused.