STOLEN KISSES

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Before anyone slams me for not getting the facts straight or not in the right order. This is my story and I wanted to include some of the things in the fifth book and I probably , no I know, that I didn\'t get them in the right time frame, so relax and just enjoy the story for what it is, FANFICTION.


Stolen Kisses

Chapter One

Draco Malfoy lay on his bed, the black and green coverlet pushed down to his waist. He didn’t seem to notice the chill in the room of the dungeon as he was deep in dreamland. Reliving a dream he has had on numerous occasions.

Hy ony on his side in the dream with a warm body spooned in front of him. His hand lay on her naked hip and slowly moved up her side, just touching the swell of her breast. He lightly skimmed his fingertips down her side and down to her stomach. She shifted in her sleep, as she pressed her bottom to his growing erection. He moved her long dark hair to the side of her neck, his lips caressing the creamy skin, as his hand moved up to cup a breast, kneading it gently with his long fingers, as he heard a low moan come from deep in her throat.

His dream girl moved her hand to his that was at her breast and moved it lower down her stomach, then between her legs. She shifted her one leg over his, spreading herself more as his fingers slid down her slick folds to slip a finger, then two inside of her. She brought her hand up to bring it around his head as he nibbled onto the side of her neck, pressing his erection against her back.

‘She is so wet,’ he thought as he rubbed the head of his erection against her heat from behind. He nudged his leg between hers to partially kneel behind her as he positioned his cock at her entrance. She raised her bottom towards him as he inched his way inside of her. He leaned over to kiss the back of her shoulders as he buried himself deep inside of her from behind.

“More.” She moaned as her hand went to his thigh, her fingers digging into the skin.

He withdrew slowly then plunged back in fast and deep. They both groaned as he rammed repeatedly inside of her. He gripped her hip as he set a frenzied pace . “You are so...tight.” He groaned, close to release.

“Gods....Draco...!” She cried out as he hit just the right spot inside of her over and over again, until she spasmed around him, clenching him tighter with her inner muscles.

As her inner walls were gripping him tight, he spilled his cum deep inside of her. At the height of his release he cried out her name...... “Hermione!”



Draco woke up immediately, his hand still wrapped around his softening member, his cum thick on his stomach. He sat up and rubbed his face with his other hand. “Shit...not again. Why am I dreaming about that damn mudblood.” He said to himself in frustration.

He got up on shaky legs and made his way to his bathroom. Being a prefect definitely had it’s quirks. He had his own bedchambers and his own bathroom inside the Slytherin dormitories. He stepped under the pulsing jets of water as he washed away the evidence of his dream. He closed his eyes to see her body clearly behind his closed lids, and felt himself harden again at the memory of the dream. As his hand moved down his stomach, then to his cock to relieve the pressure, he wondered what her body really looked like under the school robes and uniform she wears. For now he was content on imagining the Hermione of his dreams under him, moaning out his name.

After splaying the shower wall with his cum, he quickly washed up to go down to breakfast. He got dressed quickly in his school uniform, and took out his gel to apply to his hair. It was empty. He looked to see if he had an extra supply and realized that he had forgotten to pick up some the last visit to Hogsmeade. He ran his fingers through his blonde hair, letting the slight wave fall against the top of his shoulders and hang loosely at the sides of his face. He looked in the mirror and shrugged his shoulders. Not much he could do about it now.


He then made his way down to breakfast. He always liked to go a little later in hopes that he wouldn’t have to watch Crabbe and Goyle inhale their food. It was quite disgusting.


Hermione, Harry and Ron made their way to the Great Hall for breakfast fairly early. Ron and Harry had asked Hermione to check over their potions assignment to make sure it was written alright. She was bent down over the parchments, her head leaning on her one arm as she read Ron’s first, her quill scratching or adding things to the parchment. Ron kept looking worriedly at her scratching and scribbling, fidgeting in his chair as she finished.

“Actually Ron, this isn’t that bad, looks like you actually put some effort into it this time.” She said smiling to her red headed friend.

“Thanks ‘Mione. I’m going to go and rewrite your corrections in my own handwriting so Snape doesn’t give me detention.....again.” Ron said as he gathered his books.

She started to read Harry’s but felt him shift restlessly in his seat. She looked to her side and watched him as he looked up, then down to his plate before him. She followed his gaze as he looked up again to see he was looking at Cho, who intern was glaring at him.

“Harry, what’s with Cho? I thought you two were hitting it off the other night in our DA meeting?”

He shrugged. “Nothing.” And continued to play with his food.

“Harry, it’s not nothing.” She said softly as she turned to face him and put her hand over his on the table.

He felt her hand, warm and comforting on his hand. He looked up into the brown of her eyes. “Cho and I kissed up in the owlery the other night.”

“Harry, that’s great!” She exclaimed, happy for them until she really got a good look at him. “What happened?”

“She was all crying and everything after the kiss, saying she missed Cedric and it was my fault that he died. I started to yell at her, said she wasn’t there, she didn’t know what happened. She wouldn’t even let me try to explain. Then I told her to shut her mouth. She slapped me across the face and stormed out of the owlery.”

“Oh, Harry. I’m so sorry.” She brought her arms around him, hugging him as much as she could in their sitting positions. “If she didn’t want to listen or understand, then she doesn’t deserve you.”

Harry put his forehead against hers. “Thanks, ‘Mione.” He whispered as he hugged her back, getting a good whiff of her shampoo or soap. ‘She really smells good.’ he thought to himself as he sniffed again then drew back awkwardly.

“Now, you better be off to your class. I’ll see you later in potions.” She smiled, glad to see him returning her smile. He gathered his books and rushed out of the Great Hall for his first class, Divination.


Draco watched from the Slytherin table the closeness that the golden trio shared. He had to privately admit to himself that he was jealous. None of his friends knew the real him. They just hung around because their parents told them to or they wanted to be like him. When he saw Granger hug Potter, he sneered. ‘God...Scar-head always needs attention.’ He thought to himself.

He followed with his silvery gaze, Hermione walk out of the Great Hall, her nose in a book, as usual. His thoughts went back to his dream and he closed his eyes briefly, reliving the dream over and over, hearing her soft moans in his head. He shifted in his seat uncomfortably, glad that the school robes were loose. He nudged Crabbe and Goyle. “Come on then, before you eat everything on the table”, he sneered at the two goons.


During lunch, instead of going to the Great Hall for a bite to eat, Hermione opted to instead go to the library to finish some last minute touches to her own potions assignment. She always liked to put that little bit extra effort into it, regardless that Snape, does not notice or care. She looko tho the time. “Gods, I’m going to be late.” She panicked to herself as she literally threw her books into her school bag haphazardly. She rushed out and down the stairs to head to the dungeons. As she rounded the corner to the potions classroom, she collided with a solid body. She fell on her bottom, her books splaying out of her bag, her skirt riding up as she tried to sit up.

“Shit, not now.” As she bent down to pick up her books.

“Such language. Five points from Gryffindor for foul language.” Draco sneered down to her, liking the view of her bared thigh from her fall.

She looked up and glared. “Malfoy, you are such a git, do you know that?”

“I’ve been called worse Her...Granger.” He replied as he held out his hand for her to take.

She looked at it with distrust, noticing the slip of his almost saying her first name. “No, I can do it myself.”

“Come on, I promise not to bite.” He sneered. ‘Much.’ He added to himself.

She placed her hand in his, against her better judgement and gripped her wand in her other hand, in case he was to try anything. He pulled her up with a bit more force that was necessary, so that she ended up against him, her hands against his chest.

“Uh. Thanks.” She said quietly as she got a good look at him up close. His eyes were a smokey grey as he looked down at her. She noticed that his hair was not gelled back and liked the look. ‘Wait a minute Granger...you do not think he looks good....snap out of it.’ She thought to herself as she pushed him back.

She gathered up her books quickly, her cheeks flushed and hurried into the classroom, very confused about the feeling that she just had a moment ago about Malfoy. Malfoy followed closely behind her as they entered Snape’s domain.

“Well, I’m glad the two of you decided to grace us with your presence.” Snape sneered. “Ten points from each of your houses for disrupting my class. As holidays start in a couple of days, you will serve detention the first night back. Now sit in your seats.” He ordered as he tapped the board with his wand. “Tis tis the potion you will be brewing today. During your ‘little’ break, you are required to research this potion and the uses it has.”

Hermione sat beside Harry and glared back at Draco, who was looking at her. “Stupid git.” She muttered as she copied down the notes to the potion.


Later that night Draco stood outside the door of the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom, ready to knock on the door. He had to report to Professor Umbridge what he had found out about Potter’s little DA meetings. He had overheard the Ravenclaw, Cho talk about it with her friend, how they were learning some of the spells and hexes to defend themselves. The door was partially open, and he heard two voices. Both of them known to him.

A deep male voice was talking, a voice he knew all too well. “Really Umbridge, do you really want to do harm to all the students at that quiddich match. There is after all purebloods playing that match.”

Umbridge laughed. “It’s for the sake of the Dark Lord. As long as Potter is one of the casualties, no one else is a concern to the Dark Lord.”

“The dementor’s you hired did not do the job in the summer of getting rid of Potter, what makes you think that this plan will work?”

“Because Lucius, I am a lot smarter that them. As the snitch is caught, it will in turn cause a wave of magic to sweep the pitch making everyone lose their powers. Potter will be defenseless, along with Dumbledore against the Dark Lord.”

“Are you forgetting that my son Draco, is playing that game?” Lucius asked.

“No. I have not. He has been loyal to me and leads my inquisitor squad well, but he is just a pawn in the big game, he is expendable.”

“Yes....I suppose you are right.” Lucius sighed in agreement.


Draco stepped back quietly, his back to the wall. He couldn’t believe what he had heard. He knew his father could be cold hearted, but the fact it was directed at him, hurt him deeply. His own father did not care what happened to him, or if he lost his magical powers. He walked back to his own dorm room in a daze and lay down on his bed, fully clothed as he thought over his life and what his future could be. If he had a future.

He lay there most of the night, fully awake, still fully clothed. His mind in turmoil. Everything he has believed in while growing up was a lie. His father did not care for him, was willing to sacrifice him for the Dark Lord. He was never really close to his father, but he thought deep down there was a little love that he felt for his son. Now he knew the truth on his father’s feelings. He finally did manage to doze off with the image of him kneeling down to Voldermort. Voldermort cursing him, and his father laughing at his anguish.

Quite early in the morning the next day he made a decision, a fairly tough one for him. He got up, not even bothering to change the clothes from the day before, and went out of the dungeons. His feet led him to the giant golden phoenix that led to the headmasters office.

“Bertie Bott’s.” He said as the giant bird started to spin to reveal a set of stairs. As a prefect he was given the password to the Headmasters domain, just one of the many privileges he received in becoming a prefect. He stepped on the step, then waited as it spiraled up to another door, this one made of a heavy wood. He knocked, his hands sweating in nervousness.

“Come in.” Came the reply.

Draco walked into the circular room and approached the white haired wizard who sat behind the large desk.

“Sit. Sit Mister Malfoy. What can I do for you?” Dumbledore asked as he peered above the half-moon spectacles, noticing the usually immaculate dressed young man looking ragged and confused.

“Well, sir....” He hedged as he looked to the window as the sun started to make it’s slow climb up in the far horizon.

“You know I will try to help in any way I can, but you need tol mel me what the problem is first.” Dumbledore said softly.

“Well....I overheard Umbridge and my father talking. They are planning on hurting some people, innocent people. I also overheard them say it was for the Dark Lord.” Draco said quietly looking down at his feet.

“Yes. I expected as much. What are they planning Draco?”

As Draco repeated all he had heard including that he was to be one of the ‘victims’, he felt relieved to share his burden. “Sir. I would like to stay here over the break. I do not want to go home. I could let you know of anymore plans that they make, be your inside guy.”

“It is too risky.” Dumbledore said shaking his head negatively.

“I want to do this Professor. I have a lot of years to make up for.” Draco said, not taking no for an answer.

“Are you sure Draco? It could be quite dangerous. You would have to keep the pretense that you are on their side.”

“Yes. I am sure sir.”

Dumbledore delved into the young man’s mind through Legilimency, and saw that he was indeed sincere in wanting to help them, wanted to change his ways. “Alright, but if there’s the slightest indication that you have been found out, come to me immediately. As for the holidays...I believe...” his eyes twinkled mischievously, “that you have prefect duties to attend to.”

Draco smiled, “Yes....I think that I am needed here. I do take my duties seriously.” He sighed in relief.

Draco made his way back to his rooms to change for his classes for the day. The last day before the holidays. His heart was still heavy at the betrayal of his father, but he hid it well as he deducted points from some unsuspecting second year for mimicking Professor Umbridge, while inside he found it quite humorous.

Speaking of ‘witch’, he had a meeting with her and the other members of the inquisitor squad after dinner that night. He wondered what new ‘decree’ she was going to lay down tonight. She was a power hungry witch, and seemed to put a new decree out every week. He shook his head and hurried to change his clothes.