Adamo Fidelitas

Disclaimer The Harry Potter books are property of JK Rowling, but I\'d be willing to armwrestle her for them. Or at least for the rights to Draco. ;)

Adamo Fidelitas 02

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Draco fled Pansy\'s room well before the sun could rise, and certainly before her roommates might wake. He left her snoring and drooling gracelessly on her pillow in her satiated slumber. It would be safer to hold their liaisons in his private room, but he knew that would eventually lead to Pansy learning his passwords. He didn\'t want to think about the horrors of Pansy redecorating his personal space or lying in wait for him naked and ready to pounce. Draco was a man who liked his privacy. Especially, after the strange twist his life had taken last night.

He and Pansy had been at it all night with the concealment of a silencing spell, and he was in all honesty very tired. Unfortunately, he was also still very randy, which confirmed his two greatest fears. First, giving the potion to Pansy had in no way overridden the spell connecting him to Granger. Second, that true to the potion\'s promise the only one who could slake his lust was the woman to whom he was bound.

He decided that he needed to busy himself with mundane things like breakfast to break out of these obsessive cravings for taboo mudblood love. Of course, breakfast would have to wait until after a scalding hot shower. \"Make that a scalding hot shower with an icy cold finish,\" he muttered to himself, as he once again envisioned Granger posing for him in very provocative positions. He needed to find a counter potion fast. That made his priorities: shower, library, and then breakfast.

Draco rushed through his shower, trying to wash himself with the least inviting touches he could manage. He wasn\'t about to let this degenerate any further than it already had. He felt a little clearer after he finished with a numbingly cold rinse. His scream upon being hit by the freezing cold water had also cleared the heads of several other Slytherin boys, who were trying to wake up early to finish the homework that should have been done the night before.

Half an hour later, Draco was in the library with his permission for the restricted section in hand. He\'d always figured the note from Snape would be useful more than once, but he\'d not reckoned on needing it again so soon. Draco headed towards Madam Pince\'s desk, ready to dig through not just the Amatomatoria but also every other book in Hogwarts to find a solution to his little problem. He stopped short at the librarian\'s tall wooden desk at the sight of a curly brown head standing there. It was the last person on earth that he wanted to run into right now.

Granger held out her own note for the restricted section, speaking politely to Madam Pince. Malfoy groaned inwardly. \"Just remember she might be of some use to me,\" he thought to himself. A multitude of ways she might be useful to him surfaced in Malfoy\'s mind, and he wondered briefly if she\'d rather be taken on the table or in the Forbidden Enchantments section. Then the image of Lucius Malfoy standing over them in the library loomed up, and it had the effect of a bucket of cold water on Draco\'s libido. His father\'s reaction to Draco cavorting with a muggle would be far worse than any of the Howlers that Largebottom received on a regular basis.

Hermione turned around and nearly walked straight into Malfoy\'s chest. She looked up in surprise and quickly hardened heprespression as she recognized the pale Slytherin Head Boy. She stared at him waiting for him to say something. He returned her cool glare as he silently presented his permission slip over her shoulder.

Madam Pince nodded curtly, and Draco turned his back on the wide-eyed, furious girl before him and walked purposefully into the stacks of the restricted section. He ignored the sounds of Little Miss Silt-for-blood racing after him as he approached the study table and set his notebooks on its dark waxy surface.

He rather enjoyed the restricted section. The smell of slightly moldering tomes was not unpleasant to one whose dormitory lay in the dungeons. More importantly, it was normally peaceful. Crabbe and Goyle would never come here of their own free will. Pansy also avoided the library, because Madame Pince refused to let the Slytherin girl out of her sight since the time Pansy had thrown a very rare volume at Blaise Zabini during their fifth year.
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\"I tht yot you said you would break this spell last night!\" the mudblood spat in a hushed tone. A lock of her wavy chestnut hair fell across her face as she spoke, and Draco resisted the urge to push it back. He promised himself that the urge only stemmed from the fact that it was bloody annoying to try to speak to someone with hair in her eyes. He returned to his quest.

\"I said with any luck I could,\" he replied in a noncommittal tone, as he skimmed the shelf in search of the correct book. \"Since I couldn\'t counteract it with the remainder of the philter, I\'m moving on to plan two,\" he told her flatly as he grasped a small dark green book and smirked at her. Only Malfoy could twist a smile into something so condescending and cold-so like a weapon.

Hermione radiated crossness from her five foot four frame, and despite her petite size her power and ability was enough to make any sensible wizard cringe. She tapped the toe of her black maryjane on the floor, and she crossed her arms over her chest. \"Then I should assume that is the book which started this mess?\" she demanded, pointing to the gilt paged book Draco was perusing.

Draco looked up to answer, but his eyes got no further than the stretch of her sweater over her breasts, and he had to look back down quickly. The angrier she made him the stronger the urge to snog the loudmouthed wench became. \"Relax, Granger. I want this spell broken even more than you do,\" he growled. \"This is indeed the book.\"

\"Relax?\" she sniped back-her voice rising shrilly. \"How I poI possibly relax? Just because you can\'t seduce a witch who\'s gagging for it without a potion to help you, I have to suffer!\" she added venomously. She leaned over him and slammed her palms into the table as she spoke. She raised her eyebrows in challenge as she stared him directly in the eyes. The corner of her mouth turned up in satisfaction, and her brown eyes filled with amused thoughtfulness. \"Or doesn\'t your knob function without a spell to…\"

Draco grabbed her wrist painfully and pulled her down into the seat beside him. He shoved the book at her, his face nearly purple with fury. \"You don\'t have the slightest clue what this potion even is!\" he snarled, checking to be sure that Madam Pince wasn\'t lurking nearby. Releasing her arm, he balled his hands into fists and fought against both the urge to knock her through the nearest bookcase and the urge to ravish her on top of the heavy study desk. Neither course of action was likely to prove useful, although either would probably have made him feel better.

\"I suggest you read this rather than prattling on like an obnoxious twit. I am not one of your idiot friends who will marvel at your ability to construct an insult out of the ether,\" he told her bluntly. His temper was badly frayed, and the increasing tightness in his trousers did not help the matter any. Draco hoped desperately that his life couldn\'t sink any lower.

Hermione was livid. \"You bloody bastard!\" she whispered, narrowing her eyes and drawing her brows together. He looked so smug and conceited sitting there and looking down on her. \"How dare you insult my friends when you hang around with the two stupidest dunces to ever pass through this school.\" She fished for something else to say and finally came up with a few obscenities that she suspected Malfoy wouldn\'t consider her capable of.

Malfoy raised his eyebrows in appreciation for a moment. \"Language, Granger,\" he said in mock offence. \"I am impressed that you aren\'t too goody-goody to let such a phrase regarding my lineage and sexual proclivity pass your lips, but I\'m also am bem believer that if you must resort to obscenity in a battle of wit and word, you\'ve already lost.\" He regained his smirk, as chagrin transformed her expression.

He leaned towards her conspiratorially and whispered in his taunting drawl, \"I know that Crabbe and Goyle are hopelessly dim, and more importantly they know it. Do Scarhead and The Boy Who Will Never Have Two Galleons To Rub Together have any idea who wears the pants in your little ménage a tois?\" He gave her a wink, and she realized that she wasn\'t sure if she wanted to slap him or if she felt just slightly flattered that Malfoy would acknowledge her as the mind behind her group. She caught herself staring at his pouty lower lip, while a fresh onslaught of naughty thoughts assaulted her, and she quickly turned to the book he\'d shoved at her.

\"Adamo Fidelitas?\" she read aloud, confusion evident in her tone. \"Malfoy, why would you want a spell for…\" her voice trailed off, and she planted her elbows on the table, bending her head forward so that she could massage her suddenly throbbing temples. \"Pleasure in monogamy… So this spell is reciprocal,\" Hermione continued. She tried to figure out why Malfoy of all people should be interested in such a thing. It didn\'t make sense, but since the incident in the dungeons last night nothing much made sense.

In some small corner of her heart Hermione was enjoying the thought of Draco having those same lusty and forbidden thoughts about her that she had entertained about him the night before, and that was enough to disturb the Gryffindor student greatly. Her wit was dull, her reactions were off, and her concentration was nonexistent. \"I\'m sorry, but my mind feels rather fuzzy this morning. I just can\'t concentrate as well as usual,\" she explained.

\"Obviously,\" Draco acknowledged. \"Here, let me,\" he commanded, as he reached out to rub her temples for her. It felt nice. It felt very nice. Her mind was full of lustful thoughts but at his touch her concentration seemed to improve, as though her body was becoming more aware on the chance that his touches could become more intimate. Slowly his fingers trailed down the curve of her cheek and continued down the side of her throat.

Even knowing the consequences of being caught, Draanteanted her. She was certainly not the eyesore that she had been when they\'d both started school, and he didn\'t need a lust potion to know that. She\'d fixed her buckteeth after he\'d accidentally hit her with Densaugeo during a duel with Potter in their fourth year. She\'d learned to tame her hair around the time of their first Yule Ball, although it wasn\'t until fifth year that she\'d started to keep it under control outside of special occasions. Her figure had become something to marvel at with full rounded breasts crowning her tiny waist and shapely hips. Under the influence of the potion Draco wanted her very badly, and he hated her for it. He wanted to lavish her body with ardor at the same time he punished her for stirring up such thoughts in him.

Hermione looked up with a start to see Draco watching her intently. \"Makes it feel better, doesn\'t it?\" he asked with a calmness that didn\'t match his expression. Hermione knew that she must look like one of the scared mice that Crookshanks always cornered back home. He was stroking her neck with his knuckles, as she watched him. She felt completely overpowered. His hand continued lower, brushing over her left breast and pausing just long enough to flick his thumb over her nipple and draw it into a hard point, before coming to rest on her thigh.

\"Malfoy, we\'re supposed to be looking for a cure,\" she protested. She hoped he couldn\'t tell exactly how uneven her breathing had become. He was squeezing her thigh possessively.

\"We are,\" he responded. His face still showed that intense interest, as he stared at her. His hand massaged the inside of her thigh. His fingers moved very close to her groin, and she realized that her panties were soaked through without him having even touched her there. \"You need to be able to concentrate and so do I. This might be making us excited, but your concentration seems vastly improved already.\" He switched to running his hand up and down her inner thigh-moving from her knee all the way up and back again.KeepKeep reading,\" he instructed.

\"Right. So this potion ensures that the maker and the drinker can only… um… find fulfillment with each other,\" Hermione paraphrased, her cheeks practically glowing red as she read about a sex spell with Malfoy\'s hand moving between her legs. \"The ingredients seem mostly simple, but I know at least a few of these are not in the student cupboard. Wait. What I drank contained your blood?\" Hermione asked, wrinkling her nose up.

\"What\'s the matter, Granger?\" Malfoy asked, cocking his eyebrow. \"You yourself said once that Dragon\'s blood has very strong magical properties,\" he reminded her, \"even if they don\'t make very good pets.\" Hermione\'s legs had continued to part under his touches, and she was now totally accessible to him. He moved his hand to rest against her mound, and he made small circles against her with the flats of his fingers while his middle finger pressed into the wet cotton covering her opening. \"Good God, Granger! You\'re practically a fountain,\" he whispered as she gasped.

\"I hate you,\" Hermione whispered back. She was angry at the way he was trying to take advantage of the situation and take charge of her, but her hips were instinctively pushing back against him. She wanted himshovshove his hand down her knickers and plunge his fingers into her core until she screamed, but instead he pulled his hand away and licked her moisture from his fingers suggestively. Her own body was betraying her, and she desperately wanted to touch him in return.

\"Yes, Granger,\" he languidly drawled, \"That\'s why your nipples are so aching hard right now and why you\'re weeping through your panties.\" He chuckled at the dirty look she shot him. \"Would it help your concentration to be touching me instead?\" he asked in a husky whisper, as he wrapped her tiny hand in his long fingers and guided her arm beneath the table. He pressed her palm against the top of his strong thigh and pushed it slowly up his leg without tearing his eyes from hers. She could hear his breathing becoming shallower and faster as her hand continued to close in on his crotch.

Draco let out a small moan as he let her fingertips touch his throbbing hard-on. He pressed her palm against the tightening bulge in his pants, and he could feel his cock surging against her touch as he used her hto cto caress himself. After a few minutes she cupped him on her own, and he closed his eyes in pleasure as squ squeezed and fondled his testicles. Then her fingers moved higher to close over his thickened shaft, and she stroked him rhythmically. He opened his eyes to watch hend hnd he noticed her trance-like fascination as she stared at her hand locked around his dick. He could hear his own muffled whimpers, and he bit down on his lip, afraid of alerting Madam Pince to their little scene.

She looked ready to eat him alive, and Draco couldn\'t help but imagine what that would feel like. He could vividly picture her rosy lips wrapped around the base of his shaft, as she stared up at him with that same look of fascination. It would at least shut her up, although he could somehow imagine her trying to talk around his swollen cock as he rammed it into her twitching throat. The thought was nasty enough to be very appealing.

He could hear Madam Pince moving around in the next room, and he decided it was time to end this. He grasped Hermione by the wrist and disentangled her fingers from him. \"I think that should be plenty to clear both our minds,\" he said coldly. \"Besides, I just took a shower and I don\'t need your Mudblood hands putting their filth on me.\"

\"You\'re disgusting, Malfoy,\" Hermione fired back, as she snatched her hand away and rubbed it on her robes. She was mortified that she had actually begun to touch him without any extra encouragement from the tall Slytherin. Part of her wanted to cry at what he\'d just said to her, but she wouldn\'t give him the satisfaction.

\"I\'m not the one leaking down the legs of the chair,\" Malfoy told her. He was still breathing heavily. \"Now back to the topic at hand. I know the potion is reciprocal; most of these potions are. It helps to balance out the scales. I am also fully aware of the ingredients for it. What I want to know is what it says about counter potions.\" He drew his robe around to cover the tented fabric of his slacks.

Hermione glared mutinously at him, before looking back down at the book in front of her. \"It doesn\'t say anything about them,\" she replied haughtily. \"I can\'t believe you\'d be stupid enough to brew something this potent without looking up a cure first,\" she criticized, thankful for the chance to pay him back for his cruel words.

He drew his pale, pointed features into a scowl. \"Check the index,\" he advised, leaning forward to peer at the book over Hermione\'s shoulder. His pale eyes tracked across the entries, but there wasn\'t anything there. \"Hmm,\" he murmured. \"Publius Ovidius Naso was banished from the ancient Wizarding World for writing this book, because it was considered immoral and dangerous,\" he muttered to himself, \"Maybe, he didn\'t have time to add the cures into the same book. Or maybe when it was copied down later, the cures were separated. They must be in a separate volume.\"

\"Maybe the same scribe copied both books. Muggle books usually list all of the author\'s works at the front of the book. I\'ll see if there is a mention of it anywhere,\" Hermione suggested, leafing through the pages in search of information on the scribe.

Malfoy shook his pale blonde head. \"No, this isn\'t some muggle book,\" he said acidly. \"Pince would know. She knows every book in this library,\" Malfoy said, standing up and making sure that his cloak covered any evidence of his arousal. He headed towards the librarian\'s desk, and Hermione listened keenly as he explained to Madam Pince that he needed to presentypotypothetical for his paper and needed to find Ovid\'s companion volume on cures.

\"That would be the Remedia Amoris,\" Madam Pince told him. \"But I\'m afraid that volume isn\'t available at the moment, because Professor Snape is doing some research on it.\" Hermione could hear Madame Pince shuffling through a stack of books, as she spo Her Hermione felt torn at this revelation. Hermione absolutely did not want Snape involved in this, but as his favorite student Malfoy could probably schmooze the information out of their caustic professor with very little fuss.

\"Well, that was at least good news,\" Malfoy told her as he returned to the table. He seemed almost cheerful, as though a weight had been lifted from his shoulders. \"When she first said it was unavailable I was afraid it had been destroyed or worse yet was in the hands of that virgin prune, McGonagall,\" he confided, failing to notice Hermione\'s sour reaction to his description of the Gryffindor Head of House. \"Thank Merlin, it\'s with Snape. Imagine all the questions McGonagall would ask!\"

He looked over at Hermione expectantly, and he was surprised to see the brown-haired witch pensively chewing her lower lip with a far away expression. He used the chance to study her openly. It was a travesty that she hadn\'t been born Pureblood, really. She was a hundred times more powerful than his Slytherin mates, if he were to be truthful, and she was quite pleasing to the eyes as well. It wasn\'t really his fault that one Mudblood out of the whole lot of them had turned out to be exceptional. Draco sighed quietly, but it was still enough to rouse the object of his attention from her thoughts.

She drew her brows together quizzically at his unguarded expression, and he quickly covered up his expression with his normal mask of aloofness. \"Umm… Malfoy?\" she began tentatively.

\"I was just saying that I\'d talk to Snape after Advanced Potions, and I\'ll meet you in the library at lunch to tell you how it works out,\" Draco told her irritably. \"He\'ll be thrilled that I want to start my Advanced Potions Thesis so early,\" he drawled.

\"Just don\'t do anything to make him suspicious,\" Hermione advised with her standard air of authority. \"I\'d die of embarrassment if this came out,\" she continued, breaking off as she saw a flare of anger behind his pale eyes.

\"You\'d die of embarrassment? Granger, you\'re only trading up from Weasel,\" Malfoy bit back, sounding genuinely insulted. \"Imagine the owls I\'d be receiving from home!\" he shuddered, imagining unwrapping boxes containing his own body parts sent via the Malfoy family\'s Eagle owl.

They both whipped around as a familiar voice called out, \"Oi, Hermione!\" from the main room of the library. Malfoy could see the glint of copper hair as Ron rounded the corner and approached the librarian\'s tall desk as Madam Pince glared at him. \"Uorryorry,\" he apologized meekly for his loudness outburst.

\"I\'m over here,\" Hermione waved to him, and he lit up as he saw her, until he caught sight of the Slytherin sitting close beside her. Ron\'s ears turned pink and he sputtered as he dug for something to say to Malfoy. Draco scowled back at the tall, freckled wizard and unconsciously moved closer to Hermione, which only served to incite Ron more.

Hermione, hoping to avoid a fight, jumped up from her seat hurriedly, causing the heavy chair to scuff loudly against the marble floor. \"I\'m sure Professor Snape will be able to help you with the rest of your research,\" she told Draco coolly, as he glowered back at Ron. He flicked his eyes to her, and he sullenly watched her retreat before Ron could come closer and see the book still lying open on the table.

Hermione gave Ron a warm hug and kissed him happily on the cheek. She took him by the hand to lead him away to breakfast, and Ron grinned, following her like a little puppy. She shot Draco a warning look, over her shoulder, as Ron fawned all over her. Draco clenched his jaw, and narrowed his eyes as he watched Ron wrap his gangly arms around Hermione and nuzzle her russet curls. His pale grey eyes burned angrily at the Ron\'s back as the smiling wizard ushered Hermione out the door.

Draco crossed his arms over his chest and slouched down in his chair to sulk. Granger might have been leaving with that overgrown penniless beggar, but she would be thinking only of Draco whenever Ron touched her. \"Take that, Weasel,\" he thought belligerently.

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Author\'s Note: Remedia Amoris is the Latin title for Cures for Love by Ovid. It followed up the Art of Love, which was an erotic poem about sexual seige warfare and infidelity that contibuted to Ovid\'s exile under the Emperor Augustus years later. I\'ve twisted history here to make Ovid part of the Wizarding World instead.