Merlin's Coven

Merlin’s Coven

Chapter Two

Hermione hit both boys with a spell that sent them flying backwards, landing with a thud against the wall of the Great Hall. “I don’t know what’s going on. Please leave me alone. I need time to think! This is all so bizarre. Suddenly I’ve been inducted into this coven and then the maiden, Merlin’s sister, Ganieda I can only assume, is asking me to take a mate.” Hermione threw her hands into the air and began to cry. Through it all she could see Malfoy looking at her with lust in his eyes, and what infuriated her most was the fact that she too felt the same way towards him. Had she chosen Draco? In that brief moment when the maiden asked her to choose and to choose wisely and she had looked into Draco’s gorgeous silvery gray eyes and had thought about how he was probably the only man in the coven, smart enough to intrigue her, had she chosen Draco then? But then her thoughts focused on Ron, loyal and brave. She didn’t have the answer, but she had a sneaking suspicion that she had unintentionally chosen Draco. She would talk to Draco alone, later, when nobody else was around. She would tell him what happened and how it was an honest mistake and perhaps he would bow out gracefully. Perhaps? He hated her! Of course he would bow out and let Ron be her mate. What was she thinking lately!

“Hermione…You were asked to choose a mate? I never heard the maiden ask you that,” Ginny said, pulling a clump of hair of Hermione’s away from her face in an attempt to sooth her friend’s tears. “Did anyone else hear the maiden ask Hermione to choose a mate?” Ginny looked around at the faces of the group and when nobody spoke up she looked at Hermione in a questioning manner.

“Is she lying? Cause I sure as hell didn’t hear a bloody thing. I think the mudblood is making it up,” Pansy Parkinson exclaimed in a snooty tone.

“Did you make it up Hermione? “ Tonks asked.

“Yeah, Hermione, is this some trick to get back at me for dating Ron?” Lavender Brown said.

“I didn’t hear anything Hermione, but if you say that you did, then I believe you,” Neville Longbottom murmered.

“We didn’t hear a bloody thing. What a sucker Ron! Another one bites the dust,” Fred and George said in unison.

Hermione’s head was swimming, as everyone chimed in. Had she misunderstood? Had her brain been fuzzy, from the bolt of light and she had just imagined it all? But what about Malfoy, he had heard the voice, so it had to be real. Unless we were both suffering from the same mass delusion, the voice in Hermione’s shouted out at her.

“Shut the fuck up!” Malfoy said to everyone and the coven was quiet. “I heard it too! The maiden asked Hermione to choose a mate and to be sure to choose wisely. I think she chose me, as disturbing as that is.”

“Chose you!? Talk about delusions of grandeur! Bloody hell Malfoy, why in the fuck would she choose you? She hates you, you fuckin’ wanker. Besides, she’s engaged to me!” Ron said angrily.

“I can think of several reasons why she would choose me. For one, girls generally don’t want to marry boys who copy off their homework. Secondly, I’m good-looking and you have red hair. Third, I play quidditch, and you just suck at quidditch. Fourth…” Draco’s speech was broken off by Hermione.

“Ron, I’m dreadfully sorry but I think I did choose Malfoy.” Ron lunged at Malfoy and Draco laughed as Lupin restrained Ron.

“See, I told you. That’s why I was snogging your fiancé Weasel,” Draco sneered. He seemed to be enjoying himself quite immensely at Ron and Hermione’s expense.

“It was a mistake Ronald. I’m really sorry. Malfoy is right about the smarts thing. I thought about it, but that’s all. I chose you Ron. I said it aloud, “I choose Ron.” So Draco will just have to bow out and then you and I can resume our marriage plans.” Hermione smiled and Ron seemed to cheer up. Draco Malfoy however, looked anything but pleased.

“I’m not bowing out. I take my responsibilities very seriously, Granger. You can’t ask me to bow out.” Draco smirked at her and threw his head back, his soft platinum hair covered one of his eyes. He appeared so suave and graceful in his movements, so much so that Hermione wanted to jump into his arms at that very moment. He winked at her and sneakily ran his tongue across his bottom lip and Hermione felt her face flush.

“I think we should all move to the Room of Requirement. I’ll need to get permission from Professor McGonagall but I think she would agree that it’s a safe place for us to live for a while,” Lupin said as he led the way.

“Live?” I’m not living in the Room of Requirement,” Malfoy said with indignation.

“Why not Malfoy? Too many bad memories from last year? Remember how you let those evil Death Eaters into the castle and how one of them almost killed me brother Bill?” Ron scoffed.

“He’s been forgiven for that, and he has given the Order valuable information that has already led to the arrest of two Death Eaters,” Tonks replied. They all made their way quietly through the halls of Hogwarts to the Room of Requirement, their new home for now. It was decided along the way that they needed to stay together, as a coven’s strength and power was conjured from the people that resided within it, and that together their magic was strong, but apart it was weakened. At least for now, until they knew better their course in the things to come, they would need to room together.

“Does anybody have a vision of how this room should look? I mean a true vision, not some childish fantasy,” Lupin said to everyone but glanced to Fred and George, who were about to pipe up and say something, until his words cut them short. Everyone looked around and nodded. Nobody had sensed or felt anything.

“I do,” Malfoy said. “I know what it’s supposed to look like.”

“How do you know Malfoy?” Ron spat.

“I don’t fucking know how, I just do.”

“And he builds us a house,” Hermione said aloud, immediately covering her mouth after she did.

“What did you say Hermione?” Ginny said.

“I just said…oh never mind already! Let’s just go in, I’m feeling tired. Malfoy and I walked the entire grounds in the storm before this whole fiasco started. My feet hurt. Move aside if you aren’t going to go in.” Everyone looked at Hermione but stepped away and the room opened up before Hermione and the others.

Lavish greenery and marble planters were the first sights that caught Hermione’s eye. That followed by Romanesque gazebos and vibrant colored Persians rugs lining the floors. The whole room was made on levels. Pillows made from the finest silk laid comfortably in little nooks inside the gazebos on the different levels. The lavish nooks would serve as beds for the many witches and wizards of the coven. Sheer, iridescent curtains gave privacy to the mini bedrooms that were geometrically laid out upon a series of steps and levels. The marble stairs and walkways between the nooks twisted and meandered around in concentric circles that were lined with flowers and potted plants. Hermione couldn’t believe that this was the Room of Requirement, it looked so very different. The ceiling above was not a ceiling at all but the night sky with all the constellations present. In the center of the room, was a large fountain, with a statue in the shape of a dragon and a maiden riding on the back of the dragon. It was majestic brilliance. Several students stood with their mouths agape while others claimed their bedroom nooks. The layout was breathtaking, yet still conducive to the togetherness that Lupin claimed must exist within a coven. Hermione looked at Draco and spoke with her mind.

“You really did build us a house. A house for all of us.”

“We need to talk Granger. After we find out rooms, we have to talk.”

“Yes, I agree.” It was strange talking to Malfoy without moving her lips at all, but it also kept others out of their business and for this Hermione was grateful. She walked along the marble path, looking for a place to lay her weary head down for the night. She passed Ron and he was already out like a light, snoring harmoniously. Hermione cringed and kept walking. Candles illuminated the room giving off a warm light that made Hermione yawn. Each time she found a nook to sleep in, it was already taken. Finally, she came to a set of seven stairs. This nook was on the highest level and the furthest from the door leading out of the Room of Requirement. It wasn’t practical in terms of making her classes on time as she would have to traverse the marble path each day when she awoke, but it was the most beautiful nook of all. The beds, like all the bedroom nooks, were sunk into the floor, with fluffy pillows lining the bed. It looked like heaven. She could picture her body sinking into the bed and never being able to get up. She looked around and saw nobody. Everyone was already in bed. Only a few candles still glowed in the distant corners of the room. She slipped her dress off and laid down on the fluffy mattress. It must have been made of feathers it was so supremely soft.

“Good job Malfoy. When you cook you really cook.”

“Thank you Granger. I’m not used to receiving compliments from you but its nice just the same.” Hermione swung her head around to find herself nose to nose with Draco Malfoy.

“Draco? Is this your bed?”

“Has my name here, so I guess that it is,” Draco smirked. “You can call me Draco by the way. Would have been nice to have been asked, but since you have already called me that several times I’ll forgive you and go ahead and give you permission to use my proper name.”

“Forgive me? Whatever Malfoy. I’m so tired. I can’t find a spare bed and this feels so good.” Hermione yawned and stretched.

“Then stay here. You aren’t going to find your bed anywhere else anyways,” Draco said yawning himself and rolling over to hold Hermione. He pulled back for a moment when he’d realized what he’d done.
“Why won’t I find a bed? Is this the last one?”

“Mmm, yes appears so. That and the fact that your name is also on the headboard,” Draco pointed as he closed his eyes to rest. A few minutes passed and Hermione just could not quiet her brain.

“Draco? Are you asleep?” Hermione poked him in the chest.

“I would be if you hadn’t poked me.”

“I know we aren’t friends at all, and I know what happened to us in the Great Hall was disturbing and all, but did you like even one small thing about it?”

“Did you?” Draco fired back and Hermione gulped. Should she admit she liked kissing him? Would he hurt her again like he’d always done in he past? She knew he liked it though. She felt how much he liked her, up against her leg.

“Some of it I suppose. You?” Hermione said.

“Yeah,same. I don’t think we have to talk about it though.”

“True,” Hermione said, happy he didn’t want to talk. She had been dreading the talk since he had mentioned that they needed to chat. “I’m glad we aren’t at each others throats though.”

“We will be again though… when the spell wears off,” Draco said as if it was matter of fact.

“Yeah. Wonder when that will happen?”

“I dunno. I am enjoying this though,” Draco admitted.

“Yeah, me too. Well goodnight.”

“Goodnight.” Hermione rolled over and closed her eyes. She suddenly felt lonely and wished that Draco would pull her over. The thought of laying in his arms in this perfectly cozy bed, snuggled up against Draco made her heart race. She could see the stars shining brightly above through the sheer iridescent curtain that draped their bedroom nook. As if reading her mind Draco threw and arm over Hermione and pulled her into his body. They lay like two spoons together now,Draco’s head on Hermione’s shoulder and his hand over top of hers, as his arm lazily stretched across her stomach. Hermione clasped her fingers in his and Draco squeezed her hand back.

“I don’t know what’s happening to me Granger but I find your scent intoxicating.” Hermione’s eyes grew wide but she laid perfectly still, her lips beginning to quiver with nervousness. She had to hold herself back from doing what it was she wanted to do more then anything else in the world, and that was rollover and slide her tongue into Draco’s mouth. What was the big deal about holding him while facing him? If they can sleep this way, then surely they can sleep facing one another. That way they could properly hold each other. Isn’t it rude to turn ones back on somebody who made the first gesture to hold you? Hermione gasped at the incoherency of her thoughts, threw Draco’s arms off her and sat up.

“What’s wrong? I thought you liked it too? It’s this spell Granger and it’s like you said….we just have to go with it I think.”

“Yes, we do but I can’t sleep the entire night with my back to you.” With that, Hermione laid back down on the bed, wriggling into the comfy feather bed, this time facing Draco Malfoy. He smirked and squeezed her tightly against his body.

“I’m going to kiss you…” Draco whispered in her ear.

“Then kiss me already…” His lips brushed against her soft lips and then she felt his fire as his tongue penetrated her mouth. They touched, kissed, and caressed each other’s bodies tenderly. Hermione never thought that Malfoy could be so gentle and so loving in the bedroom. She wondered if it was the maiden’s spell or if it was something more. Did they have latent desire just below the surface for all of these years? Surely not. It had to be the spell. Spell or no spell though, she found herself becoming so wet that her panties were sticking to her now.

“Take them off then.” Draco whispered. “If they are sticky then they should come off. “

“You could hear my thoughts? I mean I know before we could speak our thoughts to each other, but now you can hear everything I’m thinking too?” Hermione blushed deeply at that. How could she hide her feelings for Malfoy if he could hear everything she said inside her own head!?

“Only when it’s about me. Try it.” Draco said and Hermione closed her eyes. She heard Malfoy’s thoughts.

I don’t know why this is happening to me

I could take my pants off too if it would make her feel any better

If I take my pants off, I’m going to make love to her and she knows that

I hope this spell never ends

I think I’m falling in love with this girl

The way she kissed me back in the Great Hall…

Hermione sat up and smiled, the happiness spilling over and out of her.

“I think I am too and it feels wonderful,” Hermione said and Draco blushed now. She reached for his boxers and slowly began to slide them down his lean but strong legs. He reached across and began lifting her camisole top off. His boxers were on the floor now and all that remained between them were Hermione’s soaked panties. He carefully tugged at them, sliding them down and watching the moist trails it left on her creamy inner thighs, as he pulled the cotton panties down lower and lower still. His eyes fell to the trimmed mound of soft hair in her pubic region. His hand reached out and stroked her softly, her readiness for him evident as his fingers became wet from her juices. She ran her hand up his leg, finally coming to rest on the shaft of manhood. It was big and beautiful and fully erect, as she continued to stroke and touch him. His head leaned in and took her nipple into his mouth, where he sucked slowly and softly, nibbling on her nipple. She felt her blood pressure rise as they continued to caress each others naked forms.

“Malfoy? You aren’t going to hurt me tomorrow are you? I mean if we do this?”

“No. I want this more then I’ve ever wanted anything. I wouldn’t tell you that if I planned on hurting you in the morning.”

“Say it then and I’ll believe you. Say it.” Draco looked at her with a fire in his eyes. His silvery pools of brilliance looked deeply into her chestnut eyes and then he said it.

“I don’t know who or what or why Grang- Hermione, but right now I am falling in love with you. I can’t promise you that it’s real, because I don’t know what it is that we’ve found together …but I hope it continues. Let me make love to you. I know you won’t regret it.” Hermione nodded and scooted under him. He positioned himself between her legs and then gently pushed. Hermione sucked her breath in. He was so big and it hurt as he pushed past her hymen, breaking here virginity and pushing deeper. He moaned in her ear and she released her breath into his.

“I love you Draco,” Hermione said with tears in her eyes. This was so beautiful and she didn’t know if it was real, but she felt it for now and she knew he felt it too. He pulled out and pushed himself back in and the gentle rocking continued They weren’t loud and abrasive, they were soft and quiet, two bodies, two soft moans satisfying one another under the stars, alone and entranced with only the touch and taste of each other. He leaned up on his elbows and pushed again deeply into her and Hermione let her hands roam to his perfectly toned butt. She massaged his arse, and he thrust into her again and again, his breaths becoming ragged and short. Their chests were sticking together, her nipples hard against his toned chest. He surged over her again and again and then his lips crashed down on hers and they kissed passionately and with purpose. His hands massaged her hair and she returned the touch, running her manicured nails through his platinum blond as he made sweet beautiful love to her.

“Where do you want me to come? I’m really close.” Draco whispered in her ear before kissing down her neck, as he thrust harder and faster into her wetness.

“Come in me. I want to feel all of you inside me.” Draco picked up the pace, Hermione’s legs wrapped tightly and snugly around his body, and then she felt her climax coming too. It was quick and unexpected and then they were climaxing together, their breaths hard and labored and Hermione drifted away into the stars. In her incoherent state she was flying on a broomstick, the wind in her hair, with Draco next to her, careening though the cool night sky and he was holding her around the waist and whispering how much he loved her in her ear as they circled a star. When she opened her eyes, Draco was laying next to her, staring at her as if mesmerized by her beauty.

“I never did it like that Granger. I never knew it could be like that. So if it makes you feel any better… tonight in many ways, was my first time too.” He closed his eyes and Hermione kissed his perfect nose and snuggled back into bed.

In the morning, they awoke nude and tangled in each other’s arms and legs. Ginny was standing over Hermione with her arms folded and a scowl on her face and a red faced and fuming Ron was standing behind her.

“How could you do this to me ‘Mione?”

“I-I R-Ron…me and Dr-Dr-aco..” She couldn’t get the words out.

“What she means to say is, we think we’re in love,” Ginny passed out and hit the floor at that and Ron pulled his wand out. He didn’t have a chance to do anything with it though because it flew out of his hand. Suddenly Lupin and Tonk’s were walking towards them and Draco threw the covers over Hermione, so she could cover herself, while he struggled to pull his boxers on.

“Everyone! Listen up! Exciting news. Last night the second trunk opened!”

“The second trunk opened? Does that mean that the first trunk’s spell is over?”

“That’s what I thought too. When the second trunk opened, the first trunks spell would end.”

“Do you still have feelings for me?”

“I think it’s obvious Granger…”

“Why? I don’t understand. Please Draco, do you?”

“We are still talking without moving our mouths. The answer is clearly Yes…I still love you.”

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