Draco Malfoy is a Sexy Bass Turd

Hello everyone! I know it has been forever since the first chapter, but I’m sure you will be happy to hear that this story is now finished. I just finished the last chapter tonight and have sent it off to the spell checker (I’m not going to call her a beta because I still don’t really know what BETA stands for lol). So I am going out of town for work for 5 days and I promise to post the last chapter when I get back. Also I am working hard on finishing Cruel as well, I actually have the next two chapters finished, I just don’t want to post anything anymore until I finish the story so I can post regular updates instead of sporadic ones. This chapter was really hard for me to write. I am not good at writing smut and I wanted it to be good soooo bad so it took forever. I hope you guys like it!

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The moon shone brightly in the sky, and yet the grounds were blanketed in darkness as Hermione stepped out into the humid night air. She supposed her eyes just needed to adjust, though she was afraid for the moment they did. Draco could be anywhere by now, and despite the fact that she wanted him with all her female anatomy, she didn’t want him to know it. If this was going to happen, she wanted him to initiate it. It would be the only way she could forgive herself later, and ignore that she had followed him in the first place.

Eventually, the shapes of trees were visible along the horizon. Or rather, the shadows of what she knew to be trees. She was getting closer. Her pace and pulse increased, dragging her along. If there was an option to turn back, she had abandoned it long ago in the confines of her bedroom, where Hogwarts, a History lay unopened. Retreat was no longer an option, especially now. Now that the gleaming expanse of the Black Lake had come into view… Now that she was practically running towards it.

As she neared the water’s edge she slowed to a cautious walk. The grass was soft and springy beneath her sandal clad feet, and she was thankful for the excellent job it did muffling her footsteps. She felt so unprepared. After all, what did one say to the prat they were about to shag? The prat that she had always believed would sooner spear her with a ten-foot pole than poke her with his own.

Which brought about a whole new parade of thoughts that were previously unwelcome in her prudish brain. Like say…

How big was Draco Malfoy?

“Granger, can’t say I’m surprised to see you here,” came a drawling voice from the lake. He was speaking softly, sensuously, but in the dead of night the words were clearly audible. Hermione mentally smacked herself, swore, and threatened her brain with no books for a week, yet it didn’t grace her with the common sense she so needed in a time like this. She was stuck.

“Malfoy,” was her feeble squeak of a response. Malfoy what you dolt!?

He chuckled to himself; the pompous, cocky chuckle of a man who knew he was going to get some. “Aren’t you coming in?”

“I-“

Perhaps speaking in more than one syllable was overrated.

She stood frozen, wracking her brain for something to say in such an unfamiliar situation. Nothing came to her except a slew of dirty thoughts that were better left unspoken.

The surface of the lake rippled and splashed as Malfoy waded to the bank and stepped out. The black shorts that had previously hung low on his hips were now weighted down with water.

Oh Merlin, how are those staying up?

He started towards her as she studied his waistline, mesmerized by the sheer physics of it.

“If you are going to ogle my goodies all night you should at least have the decency to do it covertly,” he growled out, his voice husky and taunting. Hermione practically jumped out of her skin and instinctively covered her eyes with her hands as her cheeks burned red. She felt completely mortified. Draco Malfoy had just caught her openly gawking at his err… parts! She could never look him in the face again. She could never look anyone in the face again! What was she even doing!? Why was she here!? She needed to leave. She needed to hightail her arse straight up to her dormitory and stay there until Hell froze over with its pureblooded devil child intact, because only then would it be safe venture out into the open again.

Now if only her feet would move…

“Come on Granger, covering your eyes? We both know you aren’t that prude or you wouldn’t have come down here in the first place,” Malfoy snickered. If it were possible, Hermione’s already inflamed cheeks darkened another shade of puce, but this time it was partly out of anger and not just embarrassment. How dare he tease her at a time like this! Couldn’t he see that she was a little high strung at the moment? No, of course he couldn’t. He was Draco flippin’ Malfoy, and he was a wanking arsehole if there ever was one. Again, what in Merlin’s name was she doing in such close proximity to him? And of all the times for her feet to go on strike, why did they have to pick now?

Well, if she couldn’t leave, maybe she could get him to leave. Finally lowering her hands and faking a casual stance, she fixed him with her famous know-it-all defiant stare.

“Sorry Malfoy, but the glare from the moon onto your blindingly white skin was hurting my eyes. Maybe you should start swimming in the daytime like a normal person so you won’t look like you’ve spent the better half of your life in a storage cellar.”

“Cute Granger, very cute,” he said softly, followed by a low chuckle. “However, I think the time for gormless banter is behind us. You have one night to use my services, I suggest you take advantage of it,” he finished with pompous finality.

“Your services?” Hermione barked out.

“Yes Granger, my services: helping the sexually impaired,” he smirked offhandedly.

“And why would I want anything to do with your ‘services’?” she sneered back at him, glancing out over the expanse of the lake so he wouldn’t catch her eyes and see through the snarky front she was putting up.

“Why else would you have come all the way out here so late at night?” he asked her ever so arrogantly.

“I- err…” Oh no, why was she down here by the lake with him if it was not to do exactly what he was accusing her of? Her whole plan to make him come crawling to her was failing worse than Filch on a magical proficiency examination. Only, she couldn’t let him know that!

“Umm… bubble head?” she squeaked out at last. He simply laughed at her.

“Brilliant excuse Granger, did you come up with it all by yourself?”

Oh how she wished she had a large rock to throw at his head right about now.

Damn wizard lakes and their perfectly rockless banks!

“I hate you,” she spat at him.

“That’s what I was counting on,” he sneered, taking another step towards her so his dripping body was barely inches from her dry, yet shaking one. “Trust me Granger, the feeling is mutual, that’s why tonight could be so disgustingly perfect.”

“I don’t get what you mean…”

“You hate me, yet you undeniably want in my swim trunks right now. So what I’m proposing is simply sex- hateful, lust-filled sex. Neither of us would ever tell anyone for fear of ruining our reputations, so it wouldn’t go beyond this lake, on this night. One night of doing something so taboo and forbidden… Why, how could we pass up such an opportunity for rebellion?”

“How would it be taboo for you? You’ve slept with plenty of girls,” she questioned him, her pulse racing in lieu of his sexily spoken words.

“Do you really want me to remind you of your blood status right now?”

“No… fine…” she grumbled. She didn’t know what else to say. Every brain cell she possessed was telling her to run for the hills, and yet she stood where she was, breathing in all that was the soaking wet Malfoy in front of her.

“Seeing as you continue to gape at me, I think it’s only fair of you to give me something to look at. Take off your robes, Granger,” he ordered her.

“What!? I- you- no- can’t,” she sputtered, reflexively taking a step back. She had practically just gotten there and already he expected her to get naked!? And besides that, he expected her to obey his command that she get naked!? That was just not going to do!

“Malfoy-“

“Calm down, Granger,” he interrupted her. “Look, I’m not going to force you, and I’m not going to coerce you into doing anything tonight, even though if I wanted to it could easily be done,” he added with a sly grin. “You either want this, or you don’t, and you and I both know that you do. So enough with the whole virgin act of pretending to fight off my every advance, like you actually don’t want what I could do to you… I think you have two options… You can undress and get this started, or you can traipse you’re little virgin feet back to the castle, because convincing you every step of the way would not only be a waste of our time tonight, it will be a waste of your energy, and you will definitely need every ounce of energy you can spare.”

His steel grey eyes were smoldering, boring into her while his lips cocked to one side in the smirk he was so known for. She could feel the heat of it rise up from her toes and through her entire body, making her cheeks blush crimson. It was suddenly much too hot in her school robes, even with the coolness of the night.

Slowly, mechanically, her hands went to the clasp of her robes and undid it. She kicked off her sandals and stepped out of the black Hogwarts attire clad in only a nude-colored bra and simple white knickers. She then turned to face him defiantly, though her steely exterior melted at the heated gaze he had on her.

Suddenly she wanted her robes back. What had felt so freeing seconds before now left her feeling exposed and vulnerable. She quickly moved her arms to shield herself from his unrelenting stare, but before they had completely encased her middle, strong hands impeded their mission.

“At-ah-ah,” Malfoy purred in a condescending manner, holding each of her wrists at her side. Hermione’s eyes narrowed in anger, but his cocky veneer never wavered. “Now what did I tell you about that?”

“Get your hands off me,” Hermione spat out in response. She didn’t like being talked to like that, especially not by her mortal enemy, and especially not when she was almost naked barely inches from him.

“We both know you don’t want that, or you wouldn’t be here,” he sneered back at her. She had no retort to that. He was right. She stopped fighting. When he felt her arms fall limp at her side, he deemed it safe to let go of her.

“Now, that’s better,” he said appraisingly as his eyes surveyed her body.

“Humph,” she pouted back at him, but she didn’t move to cover herself up this time. She endured his unrelenting scrutiny, all the while searching his eyes for some sign that he approved of what he saw, then berating herself for caring what he thought.

He had dreamt of this moment, but his subconscious thoughts hadn’t done her justice. She was beautiful; much too perfect for a mudblood. His mouth actually began to water at the thought of tasting her soft lips, and other parts of his anatomy were responding as well. He had to remind himself of the dirty blood that flowed through her veins under the creamy white exterior of her skin, but it was harder to remember her inferior parentage when he could think of nothing but the ways he wanted to ravage her. Just for tonight he would allow himself those thoughts.

“My, my, Granger, without your robes you could pass for a real woman.”

A real goddess is more like it, he added in his head.

Hermione’s cheeks flushed scarlet once again. Did Malfoy almost - just – sort of - compliment her?

“When do you start turning into a real man?”

One almost compliment didn’t mean she had to return the favor. As far as she was aware, there were no rules to this...thing they were doing tonight. She waited for the vulgar retort he was sure to come up with, but it never came. Instead he took a last step towards her, closing the gap between them, while roughly grinding his erection into her stomach. She gasped and stared up at him with wide eyes.

“Manly enough for you?” he growled. His arms wound tightly around her waist so she had no option for escape. She didn’t answer. She just stood there reminding herself to keep breathing, though every breath moved the fabric of his swim-shorts a quarter of an inch across his hard length, back and forth, making her even more aware of it.

It was so much harder than she ever imagined a penis could get. Like a rock, only a rock never gave her goose bumps and sent waves of heat through her simultaneously. Most of the heat waves seemed to settle between her legs with little jolts that turned her limbs to jelly. Malfoy’s arms held her tighter- protectively- to keep her from falling. The gesture shocked them both.

In that second Hermione made up her mind. She wasn’t going to let any more thoughts of guilt and right and wrong mar this night. She slowly rose on her toes and pressed her trembling lips to his. They weren’t cold or rough like she had expected, instead they felt warm and inviting. It spurred her courage and she pushed harder against him, grateful that his balance was strong enough to hold them both. It only took him a second to respond, parting his lips and sucking her bottom one between them. He nipped at the soft flesh, perhaps a little rougher than necessary, but the low moan that left her throat told him that she didn’t mind.

And she didn’t mind. She really, really, really didn’t mind. For once nothing was on her mind. No dates or incantations, nothing; just feeling. She could feel the gooseflesh running down her neck and arms when he nipped her earlobe in a certain spot, the way his tongue rubbed against hers as it fought for control, and the way all these other feelings seemed to send electric currents directly to her private place.

It was all too much for her virgin body to take. Not knowing how to control the internal buildup of pleasure, she did the only thing she could.

She lost all control.

Suddenly it was Hermione nipping at Draco’s earlobe, and her hands covering every inch of his body. At first he was taken off guard by her sudden enthusiasm, but it didn’t take him long to catch on. His hands found the curve of her bottom and pulled her up to his waist. She wrapped her long legs around him like a pro, their mouths never losing contact. Hermione wound her fingers through his hair and moaned. His hair was pure silk, it just wasn’t fair, but she couldn’t complain about his inhuman perfection when her center was grinding against his rock-hard abs. It was the only thing that was making the aching burn between her legs bearable, but she knew it could only placate her for so long before she needed more.

So enthralled was she in the kiss that she hadn’t even noticed him move until her feet and her bum simultaneously hit the cool water of the lake.

“Oh!” she gasped in surprise. She undid her legs from around him and he set her on her feet. The lake felt nice against her burning skin. A second later Draco pulled her tight to his body and lowered his head to whisper in her ear.

“If I get any harder I’m going to burst.”

She could feel exactly what he meant pressed roughly into her stomach. It was harder now than it had felt before, and was straining his swim trunks to their last thread. She arched her neck to look at him. His eyes were darkened with desire and she knew that if he was feeling any level of the need that she was, the pleasure was probably bordering on pain.

She decided it was time to move on to the next step, and placed her wet hands at the top of his chest. She slowly ran them downward, feeling every ripple of muscle as it tensed under her touch. When she reached the waist of his swim shorts she looked to him for approval. His smirk widened and he nodded his head ever so slightly. She then took the elastic band and pulled it carefully over his erection. She wished she could see it but the dark water made that impossible. So she just stood there, suddenly self-conscious.

“Gods Granger, you’re going to be the death of me,” Draco growled out. “Why would you stop there!?”

“I… well… I… don’t… know… how,” she shrugged apologetically. He chuckled softly and reached for her hand.

“That’s what I’m here for, love,” he replied, placing her small hand directly around his cock, his hand over hers to guide it. He started to pump up and down, the speed slowly increasing. After a minute or so he could feel her start to move on her own and released her hand, letting her take the reigns. She pulled just until the skin went over the head and then pushed back down in a steadily increasing rhythm. She was such a quick learner. He had never even gotten close to coming during a hand job, and Hermione was about to send him over the edge on her first one. He could feel his muscles begin to tense and jerk, signaling that he was close.

“Oh… Merlin…. Fuck…”

Hermione smiled to herself at the obvious pleasure that she was giving to him. It felt good to be good at this. She tightened her grip just a bit and pumped even faster.

“Fuck-I’m-going-to-COME!” he groaned, his whole body shaking as the spasms of his orgasm tore through him. Hermione could only watch his face in amazement as he threw his head back and closed his eyes, his face scrunched up in ecstasy. She could feel his penis throbbing under her fingers, but didn’t stop pumping until his hand covered hers and brought it against his chest where she could feel his heart beating rapidly.

Draco’s whole body felt like jelly. He hadn’t come so hard since, well… ever. He couldn’t do anything but rest his cheek against the top of his little minx’s bushy head and pray that he recovered quickly.

When his breathing had almost returned to a normal rate he wrapped his arms around her slim waist and started rocking back and forth, like muggles at a high school dance.

“Oh Hermione, Hermione, Hermione… That was-“

Insanely amazingly fantastic and I will be forever disappointed with my own hand!

“Good,” he tacked on lamely. She chuckled softly.

“I’ll take that I suppose. It got you to use my first name at least.”

“HERMIONE?”

Both Draco and Hermione froze in shock. Someone else was using her first name as well. She shouldn’t have been so surprised to hear his voice, she had practically invited him to this very spot after all.

“Hermione are you still out here?” Harry called again, this time his voice was louder. He was getting closer.

Shit!

She turned to Draco, her eyes horrorstruck while his were squinted with irritation from being interrupted by his very least favorite person.

“Shit what are we going to do!? I completely forgot I ran into Harry on my way and told him I was going to be practicing charms out here! He can’t see you he will kill us both!” she shrieked in as soft a voice as she could manage in her panicked state. Draco only looked at her and smirked, seeming perfectly calm and even managing to curb his exasperation.

“Do you really think I’d let Potter ruin this?” he purred softly. “I’m sure you can get rid of him… try to be quick.”

“But what will you-“

He cut her off by brushing his lips against hers. Then he pulled his wand out from his shorts (his other wand), whispered the incantation to the Bubble Head charm they were supposed to be practicing, and then disappeared into the Black Lake.

“Hermione!?” Harry yelled out for the third time.

“Over here, Harry!” Hermione answered him at last. He wasn’t far away; it only took him 30 seconds to be in her line of sight. He was wearing his swim shorts and had a towel slung over his arm, but she had to keep him out of the water at all costs. Though Draco was safely hidden under the surface, which was pitch black in spots and bright white from the moon’s reflection in others, Harry may be able to see him if he was under the water as well.

“Hey Hermione, sorry it took me so long, I had to hide out in the Transfiguration classroom until Mrs. Norris finally left.”

Hermione silently vowed to buy the mangy cat the biggest bag of catnip she could find. Mrs. Norris would be high as a kite for the rest of her nine lives.

“It’s ok, I haven’t really started yet anyway,” she answered him honestly. Just then she felt something slither up her inner thigh and trace it’s way back down. He knees almost buckled at the tickling sensation. Draco was getting impatient. She had to hurry this up.

“Oh good, I really need to practice. I haven’t really been able to concentrate in class lately.”

The fingers that had been tracing shapes along her inner thighs now crept up towards the waistband of her panties and started inching them down her legs. Hermione could do nothing to stop him without making it obvious to Harry, so she just waited until her panties were at her ankles, then lifted her feet to step out of them. She looked to Harry with a slightly maniacal grin, but she hoped it was too dark for him to see it clearly. Harry set his towel down and started towards the waters’ edge. Hermione panicked.

“Wait! Don’t come any closer!” she barked out. Harry faltered on the bank. Hermione tried to smile up at him reassuringly but at that very moment two strong hands were prying her thighs apart, and she almost fell forward into the water.

“Are you alright?” Harry asked her cautiously.

“Oh yes of course I’m alright never been better… ever… really,” she tried to laugh it off, but she sounded crazy even to her own ears. With her legs spread wide, Draco now had one hand on her inner thigh and the other was tracing the folds of her center. He then spread her lips with one hand and brought his other one up to circle her clit. It was too much. It took every ounce of self-control she possessed to not cry out and give herself away. Draco was so going to pay for this.

“You look kind of flustered,” Harry stated.

Oh if he only knew...

It wasn’t every day that she got felt up by her mortal enemy in the presence of her best friend. Flustered couldn’t even begin to describe her current mental state. Flustered times ten thousand was more like it.

“I’m good,” she squeaked out, just as Draco pushed one finger into her entrance about an inch before withdrawing and repeating the motion, while his other hand work her clit more vigorously. She had to get rid of Harry before she pulled Draco out of the water and begged him to fuck her right then and there. If Draco kept pleasuring her the way he was, she knew it would only be a matter of time.

“Okay,” he replied, dragging the word out until it was almost a question.

Draco pushed his finger deeper inside of her. Her knees bucked a little as a surge of pleasure radiated from her core. Harry had to leave NOW.

“Harry I think you should go,” he said quickly.

“But I just got here,” he stated the obvious.

Hermione felt Draco use both hands to spread her lips, but something else nudged her clit. Something softer and hotter…

Oh God was that his tongue!?

“Harry I think you should go now,” she repeated. His tongue began to lap repeatedly against her hard little nub. She could feel her muscles begin to quiver, completely out of her control.

“Hermione I thought we were going to practice,” he argued back, not angrily, he still just sounded confused if anything.

“It’s no use, Harry,” she said quickly, while Draco continued his assault on her clitoris. She let out a low moan and tried to pass it off as a cough. She couldn’t tell if Harry bought it or not. She needed to work faster.

“Trust me, if something is preoccupying you, studying won’t help you get through the exams.”

Draco returned his finger to her entrance and began his exploration of her insides again, all the while continuing to feast upon her clit.

“Oh, fuck!” she groaned.

“What!?”

Did I say that out loud?

“I mean I think you should go fuck Ginny. Seriously Harry, go tell her the truth and fuck her. Err… make love to her… Whatever just do it!”

“Are you sure you’re ok?”

“God’s YES!” she exclaimed. Draco had sucked her clit into his mouth and was now nibbling it with his teeth ever so gently. The pleasure was almost too much to take. She felt her legs begin to jerk more violently, while a deep pressure began to swell from low in her stomach.

“Just GO Harry! Don’t make her wait any longer! GO!”

Harry looked torn between dissecting her strange behavior and taking her advice.

“If you really love her then GO!” Hermione shouted in a last attempt to get him to leave. Her whole body, most of which was luckily hidden under the water, was now quivering, and if Harry didn’t leave he would soon bear witness to her first ever full-blown orgasm.

“You’re right… Thanks ‘Mione!” Harry said, turning to grab his towel and sprinting off towards the castle. “Be careful out here! Don’t stay out too late!” he yelled over his shoulder.

“‘Kay!” she called out after him.

Oh my GOD finally!

She gave Harry another ten seconds to get away before she grabbed Draco by whatever part of him she could reach and pulled him up. As soon as his head broke the surface her lips were on his, devouring his mouth with such urgency she almost knocked him over.

“I want you… now…” she mumbled into his wet, swollen lips.

“Two minutes, you’ll be more relaxed after you come. Trust me,” he smirked and ducked back under the water. His tongue found her clit immediately, and picked right back up where it left off, circling and sucking. The rhythm of his movements increased, along with the pressure that now centered around her nub. Her legs jerked forcefully and she had to fight to stay above the surface. It was beginning to feel like too much. She could tell she was right on the edge, but she didn’t know if her body could take any more.

Suddenly he plunged his finger into her entrance and the ball of pressure exploded, sending waves upon waves of pleasure coursing through her entire body. She threw her head back and cried out into the night as the electric current pulsed through her. Her jellied legs gave way, but Draco was there to scoop her up into his arms.

He gave her a minute to let the spasms of her orgasm subside, before he carried her out of the lake and laid her gently on the towel she brought. She just lay there, breathing hard, naked except for her wet bra, trying to comprehend how she had lived for so long without sexual experiences.

“Wow…” she breathed out at last. “That was… incredible. I never knew I could even feel like that.”

“Was that your first orgasm?” he asked her. Of course he had expected her to be a virgin, but he assumed she had at least gotten herself off once in awhile. But she nodded up at him, her eyes reflecting nothing but the truth. She was too innocent. He didn’t know if he should take away every part of that in one night.

“We don’t have to continue if you don’t want to,” he whispered seriously. He wanted her so badly that it hurt him to give her the option to stop, but he knew it was the right thing to do, though his rock hard erection might disagree with him.

“No, I want to…” she replied softly. “The feelings are still there… I still want you.”

And she did want him, just as much if not more than she did before they started. She sat up and removed the clasp of her bra. He gulped at the two perfectly round mounds before him. He couldn’t help but to lower his head and taste each one of the hardened pink nipples. She gasped and lay back down on the towel, enjoying the sensations as his tongue circled and his teeth lightly nipped at her.

“Draco, I’m ready… I want more…” she whimpered. It was the most beautiful thing he’d ever heard come off her lips. He quickly moved to take his swim shorts the rest of the way off and positioned himself over top of her. Her eyes immediately ventured downward and then widened in shock. He was so big! Sure she had felt it, but seeing it shining in the moonlight was a whole new experience.

How was that thing ever going to fit inside of her!?

“It will probably hurt… at first,” he told her truthfully, correctly interpreting her wide eyes staring directly at his cock.

“You couldn’t… you know… shrink it for a bit, could you?” she asked meekly.

It was Draco’s turn for his eyes to widen… in horror.

“What!? Of course not!” he sputtered out. Hermione just shrugged her shoulders.

“It was just an idea.”

“We can still stop…”

“No, I want you, just… go slow, ok?”

He nodded, lining himself up at her entrance. Her nether lips felt wet and hot around his cock, and he groaned at the contact. Going slow was easier said than done, but he genuinely didn’t want to hurt her, so he had faith that he could control himself.

He leaned down and brushed his lips against her earlobe.

“You ready?” he whispered. She nodded again, her eyes closed. A crooked smile formed on Draco’s face. She really was adorable in so many ways, it was strange how he’d never noticed before.

His eyes glued to her face to stop at the first sign of discomfort, he slowly eased himself into her channel. She was so tight. He could feel her muscles clamping and unclamping around the head of his shaft, trying to accommodate such a large encumbrance. He groaned again and pushed a little further until he saw her wince. This was it, the barrier of her maidenhood.

“I can keep going slow, or get it over in one thrust,” he told her soothingly, running his fingers down her cheek. Her eyes fluttered open at his touch and she stared up at him. He could see that she was scared, but she seemed determined as well.

“One thrust,” she answered quickly, her eyes closing again.

Draco lowered his lips to hers, coaxing her to open for him and then darting his tongue out to taste her own. At first she was unresponsive, too focused on what was going to happen to put anything into the kiss. Eventually however, Draco’s skilled tongue had her meeting his, motion for motion. Once he was sure she was fully engrossed in kissing him, he surged his hips forward, breaking through her barrier in one swift motion. The second it happened she pulled away, yelling out in pain.

“Oww! Oh Draco it hurts!” she cried, tears springing into her eyes.

“Shh… shh… it will pass in a minute. Shh…” he whispered gently, kissing the tears on her cheeks as he remained perfectly still inside of her, not wanting to cause her any more discomfort. He scattered light kisses across every inch of her face he could reach until he felt her squirm underneath him.

“I think it’s ok now,” she said softly. It was the go ahead his penis was painfully waiting for. He slowly started to withdraw, again watching her face for any sign of discomfort. When just the head remained he again sunk back in to her tight sheath.

“Is that ok?” he asked her. She hurriedly nodded up at him.

“Faster… I think,” she replied, straining her neck for his lips. His mouth crushed hers as he entered her again, this time not holding back as much. Eventually her hips started bucking to meet him and she wound her legs around his, digging her heels into his rear to urge him on faster. It wasn’t long until they could both feel the pressure building up, signaling the onset of another, even more powerful orgasm than before. Soft grunts left Draco’s lips each time he thrust into her and was met with her throaty moans.

Her vaginal walls began to shudder around him, and he urged his hips to pound her faster so he didn’t come and leave her behind. He was already over the edge, he only needed to release his pinky finger from the cliff’s bank to fall. Hermione’s nails dug into Draco’s back and her neck snapped back and she cried out one last moan into the night as her second orgasm tore through her. Draco ground into her as deep as he possibly could and joined her in orgasmic oblivion.

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Hours passed before the lightening sky had seemingly awakened Hermione from the sort of peaceful trance she had been in since the night’s activities had ended, and she realized how late it must be, or how early, depending on what way you looked at things. They needed to get back to their rooms or risk being caught by a student or professor waking up at disgusting O’clock in the morning. There was always one.

Draco’s arm was still wrapped tightly around her, so she slowly tried to dislodge herself without jostling him. She wasn’t sure how he would feel about what they had done, and wasn’t in any hurry to wake him up and find out. He was so angelic and beautiful when he slept. No part of his face showed any kind of disdain for her blood, no angry steel-colored eyes glared at her like she was less than human. She knew it would be harder to ignore these things after what happened, and she didn’t want regret and hurt nagging at her while she tried to answer difficult exam questions.

As carefully as possibly, Hermione gently lifted Draco’s arm from her side, but before she could wriggle her way out, he grabbed her around the middle with both arms and pulled her on top of him. She gasped in surprise as he smirked up at her.

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to wake you,” Hermione said when nothing else came to her.

“You should be sorry, I was in the middle of a fantasy about welcoming the morning by shagging a feisty little mudblood,” he replied huskily into the crook of her neck.

She winced when he used his usual name for her. She was right. It did hurt more now.

“We should go before someone catches us,” she whispered back, trying not to choke on the words. Maybe it was lack of sleep, but all of a sudden she could feel a wave of emotion threatening to show itself, and she definitely did not want to do so with the present company. Draco lifted her higher to see her face, but she lowered her lids, hoping it was enough to hide from him. He didn’t say anything, just put her back on the ground and got up to retrieve his things. After a moment she did the same, wondering if she should just leave without him or wait. He seemed completely focused on putting his sandals on and wasn’t looking at her, so she awkwardly stood there for a second before turning towards the castle.

The only sign that he had followed her was the slap of his sandals on the bottom of his heels that cut at the still morning air in a steady rhythm. Hermione chanced another quick glance at him when they were about halfway to the castle. His face was set and his eyes seemed far away, lost in thought. Though he wasn’t sneering or frowning, there was a sadness about him that made Hermione uncomfortable.

“I really can’t believe we did that,” Hermione said when she couldn’t take any more of the awkward silence. Draco finally looked at her, and for a fraction of a second his eyes were filled with grief before they clouded over with his usual cocky veneer.

“I can,” he said with a smirk.

If he could act normal, then so could she. “Yeah right, there’s no way you could have predicted that,” she replied lightly, hoping to keep the casual conversation going until they hit their dorms and had an excuse to part ways.

“There is if I made it inevitable,” he whispered darkly, almost to himself, no longer smirking in a playful manner.

“What? Was is that supposed to mean?” she questioned, taking a step away from him. Something about his tone frightened her.

“It means that you were at the lake last night because it wasn’t possible for you not to be… Not when you were under the influence of one of the strongest lust potions in the world.”

It took too much time for the information to process. By the time it did, Hermione already had tears in her eyes and her knees were threatening to give out.

“You- you drugged me!?”

“I suppose a mudblood would put it that way, but I couldn’t be the only headboy in history to not shag the headgirl.”

“How could you!?” she yelled. She was beyond caring about getting caught. She felt violated and used. It was almost surreal to think that everything she had thought she felt was just a side affect of the potion, especially when the feelings had been so strong. The want… the need… the thirst for his body… Then the moment their bodies had become one and all the feelings had been satiated… It was all a lie.

“It was actually quite simple. You used my razor and I berated you for it, all the while slipping the potion into your drink. You were so angry with me I bet you couldn’t even taste a difference.”

Hermione had no words to express the hate and anger flooding through her at that very moment. All she could do was fall to her knees and let the furious sobs surge through her body.

“Don’t tell McGonagall. You have no proof it was a potion and you know I’d never admit to going so far to sleep with a mudblood,” were his parting words.

“I hate you, I hate you, I HATE YOU! IF YOU EVER SO MUCH AS LOOK IN MY DIRECTION I WILL MAKE YOU WISH YOU WERE NEVER BORN!” were hers, though Draco pretended not to hear.

When the tears no longer came, Hermione mechanically slumped back to the castle, praying she wouldn’t see anyone. When she made it back to her dorm room unnoticed she breathed a deep sigh of relief, swallowed down a fresh wave of tears and grabbed her Ancient Runes book off her desk. She had exams to study for.

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Only one chapter to go and it will be up in exactly 5 days, a week at the most if I have to stay away longer. There may possibly be an epilogue, I’ll have to let you guys be the judge of that when you read the last chapter... if you still want to read the last chapter of course. As always thank you guys so much for reading, I love to write it is such a stress reliever I just wish I had more time for recreational writing.

Oh and I read the Twilight series and I have to say I really liked them, BUT… Harry Potter is still number one! Woo! Go HP!

Here is a preview from the last chap.

Though she had read and reread practically every book in the library by the time exam week had ended, Hermione couldn’t manage to shake the nagging feeling that she was forgetting something....