The Possession

A/N: Hi all! It looks like I’m getting a pretty good response for this story so far! Thanks very much to all my readers and reviewers!!! I'm sorry I wasn't able to post this sooner. I've been so busy since Friday! I hate it when I don't have time to write :p Oh, and there's a note about a MAILING LIST below.

So, questions and answers: No, I didn’t make up the manticore. It is a mythical beast that was even mentioned by Herodotus, Pliny the Elder, etc. JKR includes this creature in her Potterverse and has it in the related published work, “Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them”. I have not read this text, so my description of the manticore is made up from what I have found online. I have also customized its characteristics for this story.

Without further ado… here’s chapter two!!
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The Possession
Chapter 2: Sexy Beast


“Here! I’ve got it,’” Ginny Weasley ran as fast as she could to her brother and Harry. She was carrying a copy of the fifty-third edition of Newt Scamander’s "Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them" that she grabbed from her room.

Harry and Ron moved away from the Transfigurations classroom where Hermione still lay sleeping and Draco was calmly watching over her. In the waning light of the late afternoon, Ginny sat on the stone floor in the hall and opened the enormous burgundy, leather-bound book to the entry they were looking for and then began reading out loud:


“Once thought to be a beast of legend, the manticore [Latin manticora] is one of the most fearsome and dangerous creatures in existence today. Its name literally means ‘man-eater’ and the manticore, indeed, has a voracious appetite for human flesh when in a state of frenzied feeding.

The manticore is a hybrid creature with the body of an ancient species of Crimson lion and the tail, feet and wings of the now-extinct Andalusian Thorntail dragon. Although its features are feline, the beast also has some facial characteristics and apparently the intelligence of humans. The beast’s cavernous mouth is filled with three rows of razor-sharp teeth and its scaly tail ends in a ball with poisonous thorns that it can throw at either its prey or its enemies. Because of the manticore’s heavily muscled body, fully grown adults are unable to fly as dragons do. Instead, they are excellent gliders even over long distances. On the ground, the manticore is a lethal predator with its keen eyesight and sense of smell. It is also extremely swift and a powerful leaper.

Because of the manticore’s ferocity and its ability to withstand most types of magic, the Department for the Regulation and Control of Magical Creatures from the Ministry of Magic has classified it as a Class Five known wizard killer. The manticore also has its own form of magic which has never been fully studied as the species has never been held in captivity long enough to do so. Today, the species lives only in the mountainous regions in northern India and in some parts of western Africa. Luckily, these regions are sparsely populated because the manticore is impossible to train or domesticate,”


“Well, this is certainly encouraging news, isn’t it?” Ron threw his arms up in frustration. “Malfoy was bad enough on his own and now this?”

“Quick, I don’t think we have much time until Hermione wakes up,” Harry said. “What does it say about its mates?”

“Right,” Ginny scanned further down the page and found the correct paragraph:


“Unlike the lion, manticores do not live in prides. Instead, they lead solitary lives with only their mates which they keep for the duration of their lives. Lost mates are never replaced. Litters of one or two cubs are born every four to five years. Cubs reach adulthood within five years after which they must leave to find their own mates. Males will not tolerate any other adult males around their mates and will often fight and kill to assert their claim on their female. Undoubtedly, the female is the more ferocious of their sex being incredibly instinctive in protecting her young as well as being better hunters than males. Females will also not tolerate other adult males or females around her family to protect her cubs as well as her status.

Manticore mates are extremely affectionate with each other as well as their adolescent young. They are one of a few species that copulates not only for the purposes of reproduction, but also for--”


“OKAY!” Ron interrupted Ginny before she could finish her sentence. “I don’t think we need to know much more about that,”

“Er… I think we should get Hermione away from Draco as soon as possible,” Harry concluded.

“Ginny, please stop reading that,” Ron asked her, looking a bit disgusted after the text had conjured some unwanted images in his mind.

“Ron, don’t you think we should try to learn whatever we can about this all?” Ginny frowned not yet taking her eyes away from the book.

“Never mind about what the book says,” Ron exclaimed as he snatched the huge book away from his sister. “What we need to do right now is to get Hermione away safely and find a way to isolate Malfoy until the teachers find a way to get that manticore spirit out of him,”

"Oh, Ron! You're jealous, aren't you?" Ginny smirked.

“Hey! It won’t be very funny, will it, if that git ravishes Hermione?” Ron scolded her.

Ginny satisfied her brother by shaking her head in response; although if Malfoy wasn’t going to hurt her… then how bad could it really be? She recalled more than a few conversations with Hermione about how much of shame it was that Malfoy was such a horrible prat all the time. It was no secret that he was probably the best catch in the entire school. Well, minus the whole prejudiced, death-eater heritage he embraced. A respectable Gryffindor would never admit that Malfoy was pure lust on a broomstick. Well…not in public anyway.

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Hermione took a deep breath and stretched her muscles as she began to wake up. She sighed as she snuggled into the warmth that enveloped her and the softness beneath her head. What finally lulled her from her dreams was a strange noise coming from somewhere above her. It almost sounded like Crookshanks purring.

"Malfoy!" Hermione stumbled clumsily away from him as soon as she realized he was gazing down at her with a big grin on his face. Much too big of a grin for her liking.

"What... what's going on?" She had been lying in his lap!

She couldn't remember a thing. Her head throbbed lightly- she needed a moment to think. Hermione nervously checked and straightened out her grey, pleated wool skirt and her white button oxford shirt which were both slightly twisted around her. Then, she smoothed down her long, wavy hair which sprang nicely back into the loose twists she had finally been able to train her hair into keeping.

'Why is he looking at me like that?' she wondered. Then, she looked around the demolished room. Desks and chairs were over-turned. A huge mass of broken wood and twisted metal lay tangled on top the door that had crashed into bits. Several panels of the stained-glass picture window were broken.

Then, it all came back to her. The books. Ron and Harry flying away. The manticore.

She looked down at her shirt and saw the stark contrast of dried blood against her white shirt. Hermione gasped and extended her a hand to keep Malfoy at bay. She began to back up slowly towards the doorway. The manticore looked at her curiously. It again moved its head from side to side as it tried to understand her actions.

"Where are you going?" it asked in Draco's altered voice which startled Hermione.

"Malfoy? Is that really you?" she questioned. It certainly looked like him in the normal sense without all the snarling and growling from earlier. He was looking a bit disheveled himself. But, that unfaltering Malfoy machismo was still there. She could see it.

"I am Malfoy," he said with an odd tone. It was as though the body was surprised to acknowledge that it knew who he was. "But, I am also something else,"

Hermione breathed uneasily under the scrutiny of his gaze. Malfoy, she could handle. This- this was something entirely different. At least Draco Malfoy was predictable with his insults and threats. Compared to Voldemort, he was an annoyance... a stone in your shoe... a thorn in your side. The thing standing before her was capable of anything. A new power had been given to Malfoy and that made him...them very, very dangerous.

'To the door. Just a few more steps,' she told herself. 'Now feet! Run!'

Perhaps, it was instinct or even pre-cognition. In the instant that Hermione turned to run, Draco was already in front of her. She had a fleeting sense of weightlessness before she felt the cold, stone wall on her back and Draco's warm, hard body on her pressed fully against her front. Hermione sucked in her breath and tensed at the sudden intrusion upon her personal space. He planted his forearms on each side her head; his palms laid flat against the stone. His legs stood firmly on each side of her own- she could feel how strong and taut muscles were.

Draco's body almost completely hid her own slender form as he was a head taller and twice as wide. For long, languid moments, he simply stood there reveling in the contact of their bodies and in the scent that had drawn her to him earlier that afternoon. It was more seductive and intoxicating than any perfumed rose. He breathed her in desperately as if to infuse himself with her essence.

Hermione's heart was nearly beating its way out of her chest. She carefully glanced up at her captor’s face only to see that his attention seemed neither here nor there. He was, as it appeared, entranced. Content to simply stay where he was. She realized, of course, that this was the second time in the last two hours that she had been a human-wall sandwich in the same classroom. It occurred to her that she had never ever been this close to Draco Malfoy in all the years that she had had the displeasure of knowing him. His features were strong and his stature and demeanor commanded attention. She was also too well aware that there was sex appeal practically seeping from his every molecule. Perhaps, it wasn’t all him. There was the manticore.

'But, ah, the face… that face up close. True, he is pale but not sickly so. His nose… a little too upturned. Too aristocratic! But, his mouth… that mouth with his lips so soft…,'

How long it had been there- she did not know. A deep rumbling that seemed to travel tremulously from Draco into the very center of her now made itself present in her being. Her eyelids were like lead as the sensation reverberated impossibly throughout her body igniting each and every sensory node. Each breath was drawn in wonderment, each exhalation was grudgingly relinquished. There was nothing in this world that had ever caused every fiber of her being to feel so alive and so desirable at the same time.

'What are you doing? Wrong. This is wrong… but why? Why is this wrong? Surely something that feels this good can't be all bad?'

After what seemed an eternity, Draco backed away slightly and the rumbling gradually faded, but Hermione was too enraptured to notice. He slowly brought his hands lower to rest on Hermione's shoulders caressing them lovingly before moving them to the buttons of her shirt. One button after another came undone as he whispered softly into her ear. His breath caused her to shiver with delight.

"Hermione," he brushed his warm, soft lips over the sensitive skin just below her ear. She tilted her head for him as he opened her shirt and continued on down her neck; his lips never leaving her heated flesh.

"Uhhhhh..." she moaned as he slid his hands slowly over her demure white, lace bra finding that her two nubs were hard as rocks.

Draco bent down to leave a trail of kisses from her neck down to the valley in between her small but luscious breasts. He knelt before her and gave her twin mounds a gentle squeeze making her gasp before sliding lower over her creamy flesh down to her trembling thighs.

His hands now snaked upwards underneath her wool skirt. The scent of her need wafted towards him nearly overloading his manticore-heightened senses. When he began caressing her sex through her panties, Hermione swooned. Draco quickly stood to stop her from falling and when she was comfortably nestled in his arm, he deftly slipped his hand into her underwear. The edge of his palm settled into the folds hiding her throbbing clitoris while he pushed two, then three fingers into her molten pussy. There, he began a relentless assault on her senses.

Hermione grasped Draco’s arms almost painfully as he drove his fingers in and out of her dripping womanhood. His palm dug mercilessly into her bud sending jolts of pleasure through her as she climbed ever higher towards the explosive end she was craving. He pushed his fingers deep within her eliciting a growl the manticore expected to hear from one of his own kind when in the heat of passion.

"We are meant for each other, Hermione," he whispered almost inaudibly. "Come for me, my love."

“Draco…” she threw back her head in ecstasy. But, the sound of his name leaving her mouth had a profound effect.

'Slytherin. Hateful… so hateful. Selfish, conniving liar. No truth can be found. Only lies… lies. ‘Mudblood’…,'


"Draco?!"

Hermione forced herself to open her eyes and fought to bring reality back down to her. She was painfully aware of the sensitivity of her skin as he embraced her and of the wanton ache that begged for him to satiate that need by driving his cock into her over and over.

"No," she cried managing to find her tongue. "No, please! Stop!”


She felt herself suddenly released and looked into his eyes. She expected to see anger, fury, and the frightening display of raw, animalistic rage of the manticore. But, it wasn't there. Draco, who was always confident and conceitedly self-assured, was looking quite bewildered and nervous. He backed away breathing deeply- almost hyperventilating.

Hermione sighed with relief as her knees gave way and she collapsed onto the ground. She shook her head violently to clear her mind and banished impulse to knock him off his feet and tear the clothes from him with her teeth before impaling herself on his length. She gazed at him and found Draco pacing back and forth reminding her of the big cats in their cages at the zoo.

Suddenly, he turned back to her and rushed to her side. Hermione yelped and tried to crawl away on her hands and knees, but Draco had her in his grasp once again. He held her firmly around her bare waist with one arm and pulled her backwards flush against his chest. As Hermione felt the rumbling once again emanating from him, she was acutely aware of his incredible arousal pressed against her rear. The only things that separated them were a few pieces of thin fabric.

The rumbling grew more insistent, but this time Hermione was not under his spell. She cried out as she writhed and bucked to escape from his vice-like grip. Then, she felt his other hand reach up to tenderly stroke her head in an attempt to calm her down. Draco desperately fawned over her by stroking her and kissing her on the neck. Urgent whimpers mixed with passionate words escaped his lips.

"NO!!" she screamed, finally finding her voice again. "HELP!"

"HERMIONE!" Harry yelled as he, Ron and Professor Snape climbed over the debris and into the room.

"Get off her, you filthy pervert!" Ron shouted as he began to pummel the Slytherin as hard as he could. Unfortunately, his blows seemed to bounced off of Draco harmlessly.

The manticore roared furiously at the interlopers and had no choice but to release his mate. Hermione pulled her shirt together and scrambled towards Ginny who was already making her way towards the other girl. Draco jumped up and easily threw Ron aside. The red-head hit the back wall with a painful thud.

“Draco,” Snape warned. “Don’t come any closer. Don’t make me hurt you,”

“Snape,” Draco acknowledged as he narrowed his eyes. “Don’t make me hurt *you*,”

“Everte Statum,” the professor swished his wand at his favorite student.

A sparkling beam shot out of his wand towards Draco, but as it hit him, it dispersed harmlessly in a crackle of light.

“Professor,” Harry ran to Snape side. “What do we do now?”

The manticore laughed heartily knowing that their magic could not be used directly upon him. However, the wizard within their shared body certainly could use his magic against them.

“Expelliarmus!” Draco shouted pointing his hands at the Slytherin Head and Harry Potter.

An astonishing show of power sent the professor and student flying clear to the back of the room into a book case which toppled over sending books flying everywhere.

Ginny and Hermione gasped in horror. “Wandless magic!” Ginny cried.

“You!” Draco bellowed at Ron who had just managed to stand. “This is for earlier,”

Draco pointed a finger at a pile of books strewn all over the back of the classroom and then flicked his finger at Ron.

“Gah!” Ron shielded himself as best as he could as the multitude of texts flew at him in succession.

“That’s enough!” Hermione shouted as she ran up to Draco. “Stop that now!”

Smiling devilishly, Draco flicked his finger at another pile and sent them after Ron as well. The books followed him as he ran aimlessly around the room trying to dodge them.

“You asked for this!” Hermione balled up her fist and used as much force as she could to punch him in the face.

The sound of the punch echoed in the room as silence fell upon them. Hermione backed away from Draco wondering how he would react. He hadn’t really hurt her up till this point, but now she had hurt him.

Still standing, Draco held his face and looked sadly at Hermione.

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“So, what are you going to do?” Ginny asked.

Hermione looked up from the entry in Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them and rolled onto her side to look at her friend.

“I have no idea,” she sighed listening to the constant roaring coming from the bowels of the castle. There was no ferocity in the sound- it was just an animal mourning the loss of its mate.

“He went into the dungeons without much of a fight, didn’t he?” Ginny commented.

Hermione grabbed a pillow hugged it, but it didn’t provide any comfort. “Why do I feel so guilty?”

“Do you?” Ginny questioned.

“I think so,” she nodded. “After reading this,”

“He was just trying to court you. It was a mating ritual. But, you didn’t know that,” the younger girl said. “You must have been terrified,”

‘Yes and no,’ Hermione thought to herself. “Why me? Of all the people here—why me?”

“I guess only he has that answer,” Ginny shrugged.

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Hours later, Hermione laid awake in her private Head Girl bedroom. Ginny had gone to bed using a silencing spell around her no doubt. She was sure that the entire castle would also be using spells or potions to sleep tonight. Draco's roars were unbelievably loud. Then again, she had once read that a lion's roar could be heard from miles away.

In the next day or so, Professors Trelawney and Firenze were going to attempt to contact the spirit on its own. There was much preparation for the process, but hopefully they would be able to coax the spirit out of Draco.

Hermione’s curiosity got the better of her. She had to know now why Draco or the manticore had chosen her. The ache was still there. A cold shower did nothing to quell the urges inside her. Against her better judgement, she wanted to talk to him. She wanted some answers. But, if anything were to happen, no one would be there to hear her calls for help. Still, she got up and dressed into something warmer.

In the darkness of the night, the Gryffindor quietly left the sanctuary of her House and made her way down into the depths of the ancient dungeon.


-End of Ch. 2-


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