Impossible Desire

The train rumbled along on the way back to Hogwarts, nearly halfway there by now. Professor Dumbledore had left Hermione a letter detailing her Head Girl duties as well as instructions on what to tell the female prefects. She supposed the Head Boy would be dealing with the males. She wondered who it might be. Ernie Macmillan perhaps, or Blaise Zabini even. She just hoped that they would work well with her. Oh well, we’ll find out soon enough…

Leaving the compartment she had held the prefect meeting in, Hermione decided to do a quick round of the train. Not too much trouble yet. They seemed to mind her authority pretty well. About three quarters of the way down the train, she came across the compartment with Harry, Ron, Ginny and Neville hanging about inside. She had planned to stop for only a minute to say a quick hello and then be off, but something caught her eye that halted her in her tracks. Neville’s smile. The forced smile did nothing to alleviate the fact that his eyes appeared utterly empty and for a brief moment, she could not even contemplate what would make him so sad. She reached to comfort him but Ginny shook her head tersely from behind him. Hermione withdrew her hands slowly, confused, and then nodded. She knew exactly what would make Neville this sad. Luna.

Luna’s death was sure going to take some getting used to. But Damn… I hope I don’t get used to losing the ones I love…

She let out a large sigh, said ‘bye’ to her friends, and closed the door behind her. Her emotions were threatening to get the best of her. She held it together long enough to find an empty compartment. She shut the door and sat on the bench facing the window, pulling her legs up to her chest. She let a few tears slip down her cheeks and dry before she let herself relax. She knew this was going to be hard but they were just going to have to get through it and defeat Voldemort. Luna’s death would not be all for nothing. Exhausted, Hermione yawned and leaned back, letting her eyes slide shut. This is going to be harder than I thought…

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Draco Malfoy was walking the train corridors alone. Who knew where Crabbe and Goyle were. He didn’t really care. His mind was preoccupied. He was hoping he could lure an unsuspecting girl into his compartment for a quickie before the train stopped. He could use the tension relief, anyway. His new assignment from the Dark Lord had him very stressed out. He didn’t know how his father didn’t have gray hair after dealing with this so long.

After already giving out two detentions to a couple of annoying Gryffindor firsties, Draco had started to feel a little bit better but still hadn’t found his little lush yet. This usually wasn't that difficult. He was pretty well known for his sexcapades, but he didn't care about all of the idiotic gossip. It usually just brought out all of the fresh meat, ironically enough. It suited him just fine.

Soon, he came upon a nearly empty compartment. One student was inside and from the looks of it, she had fallen asleep. Draco slowly cracked the door open.

His pulse quickened when he gave her a quick once over. She was a busty brunette with milky white legs extending out of her schoolgirl skirt. He silently thanked whoever designed their school uniforms. The closest leg to him lay flat on the seat but her other foot was propped up, making her skirt ride up a few more inches. The delicious image this gave him of her inner thigh nearly made him pounce on her then. He could only imagine kissing, nibbling, even biting on that smooth expanse of soft flesh. The thought alone made him tremble with need and he felt his erection quickly growing. His eyes worked back up her stomach and chest where she had slightly unbuttoned her white shirt more than usual, showing him just enough of her supple breasts to get him more than extremely turned on. Thank God for this hot train, he thought. As if on command, a bead of sweat slid down her neck and into her cleavage. His hard-on uncomfortably twitched in his pants. He finally looked back up to her face but didn’t recognize her from here, especially since her hair was mostly blocking his view. It was smooth yet curly, golden brown hair. He was almost certain he’d seen it before. It looked familiar somehow. And yet, somehow, he knew he hadn’t seen that body before. I would have remembered this body! And yet… he didn’t know how right he was. He would probably never forget it after this.

Leaving all precaution at the door, Draco slid his way into the small compartment and closed the blinds so no one could see in. He was going to have this girl. Here and now. He knew once he got started, she wouldn’t want him to stop.

He bent down on one knee and let his hand glide gently over the soft thigh he’d been fantasizing about. He wasn’t usually gentle with his prey, but she was asleep after all. He didn’t want her to have a heart attack from shock. A heart attack from the best sex ever maybe… he thought with a smirk.

He noticed the girl began to stir and he smiled even wider, slowly kissing her open thighs. This seemed to be okay, so then he sucked a little of the succulent flesh into his mouth. He thought he heard a small whimper above him. Combined with the smell of the girl’s growing arousal, the whimper made his cock so incredibly hard with need, he nearly picked her up and fucked her right then. Instead, grinning wickedly he shoved a hand over her panty-clad center, grinding his palm into her. With a sudden moan, she finally sat up, her eyes flashing open. All was silent for a moment while realization sunk in.

“What the hell?” Hermione Granger groggily shouted when she awoke to find none other than Draco Malfoy between her legs.

He looked stunned. Totally Petrified. But by no spell. His mouth gaped open and his eyes bugged with shock. What the fuck?

“Granger?” he said in the most incredulous tone he could possibly muster up.

“Who the fuck else?” She was still shouting, all grogginess absent from her voice now. And his hand was still between her legs although his ministrations had stopped.

He got up so fast it almost made him dizzy. Or maybe that was because all of the blood in his body had flooded to his cock. He thought he might be ill. Mudblood Granger! And I almost… he retched and she jumped out of his way. He managed to hold it in enough to stand up straight. Hermione was looking at him with the strangest mix of anger, disgust, and pity. Pity? Ugh! I don’t want to be pitied by Mudblood Granger! Why the fuck is she pitying me? But even worse on his mind… what if this got out…? He nearly threw up again at the thought.

He managed to get a hold of himself long enough to grab a hold of her. His hands gripped her tightly by the shoulders, shoving her up against the cabin wall.

“If you mention this to anybody! Anybody!!...” he threatened.

Hermione was terrified by his sudden anger but was prepared to hold her own like the brave Gryffindor she was. Fortunately, she didn’t have to as, all of a sudden, Draco was flung forcefully across the length of the small compartment, slamming into the wall.

“What the hell, Granger?!” he said when he could finally stand again, but kept his distance. He was perplexed to find her just as shocked as he was at the sudden movement. “What are you playing at??” He was angry again and now raising his wand at her.

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Hermione was completely bewildered. Somehow, an invisible force had thrown Malfoy across the room. She shuddered at the thought of Harry also in there, in his invisibility cloak. Helpful though it might’ve been, this was not exactly a predicament she would’ve wanted Harry to find her in.

Unfortunately, Hermione was still lost in her thoughts and registered just a second too late that Malfoy was about to hex her. She reached for her wand but the words were already on his lips.

“Tara—aaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhh!!!” Once more, Draco was quickly thrown away from Hermione and out into the hall. The compartment doors all around them burst open at the commotion.

“Well now, that should teach you, Malfoy!” Hermione exclaimed, really having no idea what just happened. “15 points from Slytherin. Next time, it’ll be 50!” And she flung herself around and out of sight, down the corridor.

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Draco Malfoy slowly got to his feet, but as soon as he was standing, ran for the nearest bathroom. He made it just in time to the toilet as he threw up everything he had in his stomach. Paler than usual and sweating a little, Draco rinsed his mouth and washed off his face before he found himself leaning over the sink, gripping at the sides of the stone basin.

He was so disgusted with himself. And the sad part was, it wasn’t even really about kissing and sucking on her delicious thighs anymore. He had been revolted at first, just the thought of devouring a Mudblood… bleck!

But not anymore. That wasn’t the main cause behind his revulsion. He gaped at her in surprise when he had seen it, just before she ran away down the hall. There’s no way…

He’d have to get a closer look to be sure but he could’ve sworn that was it. But seriously, there’s no way… right?

Draco tried desperately to shake the thoughts from his head as he walked brusquely down the corridor towards his Slytherin mates. But the same questions kept popping up, distracting him…

If Granger is a muggle-born, why the hell does she have the ring? And since she has it… what does that mean for me? Oh God…

Draco went white with fear as he remembered the single most important stipulation of his task for the Dark Lord. “You must not forcibly take the ring. It must be given to you.” Draco dare not ask why at the time but the question burned up inside of him. He had forgotten about that particular point until just now. How the hell am I supposed to get Granger to willingly give it to me?

With a heavy gulp, he internally shuddered at the thought of what he’d have to do to retrieve the ring. But first, he decided to make absolutely sure that was the right one. It could be just a coincidence, right? Right? Yeah…

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Hermione stormed down the hall, heading back towards the room where she’d find Harry and Ron but decided to make a detour to the restroom to collect herself.

What the hell just happened?! Malfoy had just been… never mind. She didn’t want to think about what Malfoy had just been doing. Instead, she tried to remember the dream she was having before she was so rudely awaken.

She had been lying on a blanket down by the lake at school. The day was warm and felt entirely of summer. She was reading the book her parents had gotten her for her birthday when she suddenly felt a warmth on her thigh. Then she recognized it as a hand creeping slowly up. But then she felt herself slipping back into reality from the dream world and inwardly frowned. Yet, she could still feel the nips and kisses on her thighs in the haze. She could also feel the day grow hotter as the bottom half of her body seemed to be waking up much faster than her brain. It felt so good. Those soft lips suckling on her inner thigh. She didn’t want it to end. And then all of a sudden, the warm hand was pressing hard into her mound. With a moan, she jerked up and awake at the motion just to find a rather turned on looking Draco Malfoy between her legs. His arousal quickly turned to surprise and panic…

He looked shocked to find her sitting in front of him. It wasn’t until later she realized he must have thought she was someone else. But in that moment, he was looking at her and she at him, equally surprised... while his frozen hand still rested on her pulsing center. In the blink of an eye, he had removed his hand, and was across the room, retching.

She was immediately angry when she realized he had had his hands all over the bottom half of her body while she was sleeping. If she hadn’t woke up… But then she was disgusted at herself when she realized she missed his touch when he sharply flung himself away from her. Another wave of anger, this one at herself. What the hell was wrong with her?

It was only when she had glanced at him again and saw how disheveled he looked that she even considered not hexing him. He looked stressed, tired, irritated, angry and *gulp* disgusted with himself.

Hermione knew she was no Fleur Delacour but she didn’t think herself ugly. She had learned a hair relaxing charm over the summer and felt she had filled out her robes a bit better too. Still, he looked as though he’d walked in on Millicent Bulstrode bathing. He was so disgusted at the idea of Hermione Granger and anything to do with sex. Another bout of anger swept through her at his idiotic petulance.

She brought herself back to the present by splashing some water on her face and neck. Whatever… she thought, heading back to Harry and Ron. He’s just an idiotic child that needs to keep his hands to himself!

She steadied her breathing a bit before entering the compartment and taking a seat next to Neville. He looked the same as when she last saw him. But as she studied his face, he turned and studied her back, looking wise beyond his years. He gently placed his hand on her knee and asked if she was alright. She flashed him a small smile and assured him that she was.

His gentle touch, however, reminded her of the last time someone had touched her. Unlike Neville’s hand, Malfoy’s had elicited a strange magical shield to spring up. (It was the only explanation Hermione could come up with as Harry was clearly in front of her showing no signs of knowing what happened while she was on her round).

Hermione pondered the possibilities. It seemed that he was thrown from her each time he had tried to cause her pain. Interesting…

Interesting, indeed.

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Hermione sat at the Gryffindor table in the Great Hall, happily finishing up her dessert. Through all the commotion and bustle, she managed to completely push the train incident from her mind. Right now, she was just happy to be here with her friends, alive and well. Not to mention that she was Head Girl. She inwardly squealed in delight. This is what she’d always wanted. Nothing can bring me down from this high…


…or so she thought.

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