Dancing With Dragons

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This chapter might be a lil short but it's a funny lil smutty one for you all. It like 3 in the morning so I could do no more work for tonight....

Chapter 20: Wet Dreams do Come True.


Just like she thought, they lead to Malfoy’s room. She followed smiling twirling a few with her wand; lifting them into the air and letting them dance and fall around her, touched by her invisible wind. The door was slightly ajar and she could see soft lighting that barely penetrating the dark to reach the hall. After Ginny had mentioned Malfoy tonight Hermione had want to stand him up. She hadn’t had the heart to do it but she still didn’t know if she’d make the right choice. She stepped through the doorway cautiously and her breath caught in her throat.

Malfoy had transformed his room into the description of Sir Gallant’s room. The room was lit with medieval touches and his bed sheets were the rich blue she had always imagined Gallent’s would be in her mind. Her mind reeled when she remembered that Gallant had done the same thing to Helen. Wooing her with black rose pedals that he had sent for from Italy.

“I know it’s not your favorite scene but its seemed more... interesting” Malfoy was lounging in the rich blue sheets with just he green silk bottoms. As beautiful as the room was he out shone everything. She suddenly felt undressed and under…well under beautiful.

“This… Oh I won't bother trying to use words it is beyond words. Malfoy I can’t believe you did all this for me. I can’t believe you could do all this in under two hours.” She twirled taking in ever detail.

“You would be blown away by the magic and not the romance.” He laughed that deep masculine sound and she shivered.

“The magic is the romance.” She took a deep a breath breathing in the power and slight pleasant smell, the smell of the faint traces that magic left. It was funny because ever person's magic left a slightly different scent. There was Malfoy’s ginger and earth but there was something more. Something sweet but dark. Like a chocolate cheesecake that was too rich

“You are one of the few people I’ve ever met Granger that feels magic so deeply. Like you could reach out and touch it.”

She turned back to him. “Some times I think I can. Doesn’t everyone?”

He laughed again and even though it was at her it made her smile. It was a good laugh. “No.”

“Do you?”

“When I am not being a self important prat yea. But you, well I’ve never seen anything like it.”

“Hmmm…maybe most people aren’t looking for it. If you grow up with it you probably take it for granitite. I love magic. Ever day it sill feels like a gift.”

“It is.”

“It’s funny Malfoy it is this,” she gestured her hand around the room, “ this gift that everyone is fighting about. Who’s important or good enough to have it as if any one person or group has a right over it. That’s the point of a gift who ever is the one giving it has the right to say who it belongs too.”

“Whose gift is it to give Granger?”

“God’s.”

“I thought you didn’t much believe in God?”

“Well I guess I don’t in the traditional sense but I know there is something bigger than us. Telling someone they don’t have right to magic is like telling someone they don’t have the right to life. You can’t take from someone what you never had the ability to give in the first place.”

“Some people believe they have some sort of right because it lives in their blood.”

“And who gave them that blood?”

Malfoy make a chuckled sigh, “we could talk about blood all night or…”

Hermione smiled and stepped forward. The second that she realized what she was doing she stopped. Once she realized she over analyzed.

Malfoy gave her serious eyes and a slight frown. She like that look better because when those gray eyes lit up and his lips let that devious smile play upon them she couldn’t think straight.

“Granger you can just sit and we can…talk.” He sounded pain when he said talk but he smiled. She stayed still and silent. She wanted to go to him, badly, but she was tired and sacred. She looked around and sighed this was her wet dream come alive and yet…

“Granger I wasn’t thinking I can just…I mean we can just. Granger please come sit with me.”

Maybe it was the please but Hermione walked to the bed slipping off her dirty Mary Janes sliding on the sheets. She sighed weaving her fingers into the luxurious feeling of silk. “These are such nice sheets,” she murmured. Malfoy laughed.

“Thats what you have to say? That the sheets are nice?”

She laughed. “I am sorry Malfoy. This is beyond words. It’s a fantasy come true but I am…” She started to become frustrated. She was what? Scared, tired, turned on, shaken to the bone. “I hate feeling like this.”

Malfoy lightly touched her hands when Hermione didn’t pull away he slide her across the silk with ease closer to him. “Maybe if you talk about it you’ll feel better Granger.”

“I, I don’t know if I am ready Malfoy. I mean you were there you saw what happen. I mean look at my face.” She pointed to the burses that still blossomed all over her.

“Trust me Granger what I saw was bad enough and I have my suspicions but I didn’t see all of it. I mean, how did you even make it that long. He didn’t…” Malfoy stopped abruptly realizing he may have asked too much. Hermione eyes teared but of all the people she wanted to tell she wanted to tell Malfoy the most. Maybe because of all the people she knew he wouldn't shy away from the horror and reality of it. Malfoy and maybe Harry; her two fallen angels.

“No! No he didn’t but he tired Malfoy. Oh god did he try.” She started to shake and Malfoy pulled her closer until her head rested on his chest. She felt that warmth that only skin on skin has. She felt her tears slide down her cheeks and make contact with Malfoy but he didn’t protest.

“Let it out Granger.”

“Malfoy he was so angry. I’ve never seen someone so angry. I felt his presence before he even came like a wave of raw energy.” She shivered. “I’ve never felt anything like it. I was convinced it was Voldemort because of how strong he felt. He just busted in and I thought I would die. I thought Snape knew, but he just stared at me in the door way telling me how much fun we were going to have.” It was becoming harder to talk sobs racked her speech. “Than he came at me. He pushed me to the floor and got on top of me and I, I, I could feel…. OH GOD.”

Malfoy hugged her tight and rocked her. It gave her the courage to keep going.

“I could feel him…you know feel him pressed against me and it was sick. I didn’t want him to touch me. You have to believe me I didn’t want him to touch me. Not ever. Please believe me.” She knew it was stupid but she felt so shamed and she needed him to know she hadn’t wanted Amycus.

“Don’t! Don’t say that Granger. I know you didn’t and this isn’t your fault.”

“And he was so strong I didn’t know what to do. I was so powerless.”

“You’re never powerless Granger.”

“That’s not true. You’ve had to save my arse at least half a dozen times this year. And thank Merlin you came when you did. He tried to kiss me.”

“That fucking bastard. I want to rip his internal organs out and make him eat them!” Malfoy’s body shook from the mere force of his words. Hermione whimpered at bit, taken a back. “Sorry.” He brushed her hair a side.

“Why, of all the things he did, would kissing me be the worst?”

“Its not technically the worst if that’s all he was trying to do, but there is something intimate about kissing someone and forcing it on someone your trying to…well it just wrong.”

Hermione shook her head in agreement. “I know. It was this horrible mashing like he was trying to eat me and I bit him, hard.”

“Good.”

“The pain stopped him for a moment, made him lift his body. Its what I needed to kick him and bring him down, but I knew I only had a moment Malfoy. I had no wand. I ran and I heard him scream the first curse and well you know the rest. I thought I was going to die there Malfoy.”

“You wouldn’t have died Granger but there are some things worse than death.” She looked up at Malfoy’s face but he was looking across the room though Hermione thought it was more like he was looking at something she couldn’t see. She knew Malfoy hadn’t lead a good life but the haunted look in his eyes let her know just how hard it had been. How many times as child did he feel helpless and ashamed like she did now? Had he had a soul to talk to? She sat up abruptly brushing her tears aside. She could be strong like Malfoy. When she felt like she could talk again with out hysterics she continued.

“You don’t understand Malfoy. Amycus wanted and still does want me dead. You know my internal injuries?”

“Granger,” Malfoy grabbed her arms roughly, “I didn’t know until I came back to check on you. I had the weirdest felling and it filled my dreams. Then when I woke my necklace was glowing. Well I think it was. I can’t quite remember right but I ran to you. I swear Granger no matter how mad I was I wouldn’t have left you if I had know…”

“Your necklace? Huh?” Malfoy looked consumed with guilt and she thought he’d probably just dreamed the necklace part it made no sense. She tired to sooth him. “I know Malfoy. I know. But it wasn’t you or Snape it was Amycus. It wasn’t a mistake that I was that injured or that no one noticed. Not even myself,” her voice became a whisper. This was the worst part. “He told me Malfoy. He told me how he kicked me just right so that I’d bleed internally, but slowly. He wanted me to die slowly thinking that when he came back for me I’d…well I’d be unable to fight.” Fresh tears filled her eyes and fell. It was too horrible to ignore. “He knew I’d fight him so, so he wanted me half dead so he could rape me and leave me to die.” She rambled quickly through that last sentence hating to say it but needing to.

Malfoy started deep into her eyes giving her a mirrored image of horror. Even Malfoy was taken a back by the cruelty. “And you know what he said to me Malfoy? ‘I didn’t expect you to be alive. Who would save you Miss Granger?’” Tears streamed down her face a few catching her lips so that she could taste their bitter saltiness but most fell on the sheets below her; she watched as they stained the silk a deeper blue.

“I am sorry Granger. I wish I knew how to make it better. I wish I could go back in time and kill the son of bitch, but all I’ve ever known is how to make things better with sex.”

She laughed and it was gargled with the sound of her tears. It was the truest and deepest thing Malfoy had ever revealed about himself.

“I know it not the right situation for it Granger. I am sort of hapless when it comes to tears and problems.”

She waved her hand as if to brush his comment away. “It’s fine Malfoy. Your honesty and lack of over sympathetic out bursts is refreshing…at times. I don’t want anyone to see me as a charity case.”

“That is the last thing anyone could see you as, but I still think you should tell the she…umm Ginny about it. I am sure she would be much better to talk to.”

“Well if you didn’t want to talk…”

“Oh shut up Granger. Its not that its just I’ve never been good with comforting people.”

“Talking about Ginny.”

“Were we?”

“Talking about Ginny, thanks for telling her about the…well that thing.”

“The journal.”

“Yes and thanks for not telling anyone one else. I mean you didn’t tell anyone else right?”

“Well there was Snape and then I think I told Zabini and maybe Pansy.” Hermione eyes grew wide. “Relax Granger I am kidding.”

“Oh thank Merlin. Anyway I just wanted to…” Malfoy leaned in a brushed his lips on her and she lost her train of thought.

“Stop thanking me Granger. I am just glad you’re alive.” But very un-Malfoy like he pulled away. She suddenly wanted more but she was ashamed to admit it. “How about I heal those burses Granger. Or do you insist on letting them heal muggle slow?”

“No, no these I don’t want as a reminder but I’ll do them myself they’re every where. It would be so time consuming.”

Malfoy lips curled into a devious smile. “Everywhere did you say? I insist on helping you.”

“Malfoy.”

He held his hands up. “Okay, okay but I am just putting it out there you’re no fun Miss. Granger.”

She couldn’t help it she laughed. “Okay fine you can heal them but BUT you must be a gentlemen.”

“YWU honor.” He held up three finger and Hermione laughed.

“What is that?

“Young Wizards United Youth group.”

“Is that like Boy Scouts?” She burst into laughter. All she could imagine was Malfoy in a dorky green uniform rubbing sticks together.


“Boy what?”

“A muggle thing. There a group of muggle boys who do…how do I explain? There are group who does wilderness things like making fire from wood and every time they learn a new skill they get a badge.”

“Ugg muggles. I guess it’s the most comparable thing but why would wizards need to know how to rub fire wood together when they’ll learn to wave a wand to make fire Granger?” Hermione shrugged.

Malfoy lifted himself off the bed and headed towards his large wooden wardrobe. “Hey I thought you were going to heal my wounds.” She held her hand to her head like a damsel in distress.

“I am but if there everywhere like you said I have the perfect thing for you to wear.” Malfoy pulled something from the closet and Hermione got up to inspect it.

Again to night she gasped reaching out to touch the robe. Yup, it was silk. It was a thin rose-colored robe that held an array of delicately stitched flowers. She brushed her finger across the stitching and found them smooth to the touch as well. “Really Malfoy you just have this lying around your dorm room?” She raised an excusing air brow.

“Well I was thinking about seeing you in it in a more devious manner. Don’t you recognize it?”

Suddenly she did. “Of course! This is the robe that Helen wore when she met Gallant in his room. It was his favorite.” She grabbed it from him and shone it in the light. “Though I don’t remember them saying it was quite so see through.”

“Poetic license.”

“Well I guess this will have to do.” But she smiled. “Turn around Malfoy.”

“Granger I’ve …”

“Please.” He turned but let it be known he was unhappy about it.

Gingerly, as her body was sore, Hermione removed her clothing folding them nicely. She left her panties on but seeing as how she was going this far she opted for no bra. Plus, she tried to tell herself, there were some burses that went under the bra line and she didn’t want Malfoy to undo it himself.

She slipped the robe on and sighed. It felt like heaven against her skin and even though it was thin she felt warm and safe inside it. She felt her nips grow hard as she pulled the fabric against them. She tied the delicately woven sash tightly making for no gabs but it left the garment hugging her curves. She turned.

“I guess you can look.” She tired to sound peeved forcing the smile down. The look Malfoy gave her when he turned made her confident in not wearing the bra. She was sure she saw him shake himself.

She turned away and looked in the mirror. She frowned. All she could see were the burses that dotted along her face, reminding her of reality. Her black eye giving her a look of a boxer instead of medieval fantasy. Everything in the room was perfect but her. She touched her face and winced. What she didn’t notice was how her curls fell softly around her face in that ever-crazy untamable Granger way. Or the way her breast stretched the material just right, leaving just a bit more to the imagination that it gave away to the eye. How the rose color extenuated her brown eyes and hair. Hermione didn’t notice, but Malfoy did.


“Come lay on the bed.” Hermione careful laid on the bed the two silk fabrics slippery against one another. She closed her eyes letting her other senses take over. She could smell Malfoy’s musk the radiated off the robe and still smell the faint traces of magic. She let her body sink into the blush bed hands brushing over her robes and bed sheets. She could hear the dull roar of silence only broken from the mere whisper of wild life out side, which was never quite like the wild life at home though she couldn’t put her finger on the difference. She suddenly felt Malfoy on the bed but she didn’t open her eyes. Half of it was from nervous fear half because she trusted him.

“Okay face first.” She felt his wand brush her face and she shivered remembering how Malfoy wand had felt brushing her on the roof-top of the owlery. She heard him mumble, saw the light through her lids, and the heated tingle. After a few minutes Malfoy stopped. She brushed her hands against her face and didn’t feel any pain. “You’re good.”

“So you keep reminding me,” Malfoy purred.

She laughed nervously hating how his voice made her hot. “Gentlemen remember?”

“Yes, yes I was never very good at that.” She laughed closing her eyes again when she felt Malfoy pull at the sash.

“Hey! What are you doing?”

“I can’t heal them through the robes Granger.”

“I know but…”

“Trust me?” He asked the question but it was more like he was begging her.

“Sometimes,” she replied honestly.

“I said I’d be a gentlemen so at least give me a chance to prove myself.”

“Fine.” She lay back down closing her eyes. She tried to breath deep when she felt Malfoy work at the knot she had created on the sash. She felt the robe loosen and fabric rub against her, she sighed.

Malfoy let her lay there for a moment but she was too scared to open her eyes and see what he was doing. Was he having second thoughts about being here with her tonight? Just as she started to feel self-conscious she felt Malfoy’s hands pull at the robes just below her collar.

“Malfoy,” her voice came out horse and soft.

“Granger,” Malfoy combated sternly. She silenced herself with great effort. They had been in such a heated state on the rooftop, but now, with her so vulnerable, she felt exposed by the slow tenderness. Malfoy pulled the robe apart slowly and she was about to protest when she realized he had maneuvered the material so that most of her breasts were still covered. She tired to still herself knowing that too much movement would expose them.

Malfoy lit his wand and hissed, “that fucker”. Suddenly embarrassed she went to pull the robes closed. Malfoy grabbed her hands, “Stop. Don’t be ashamed Granger.”

“I, I look hideous.”

“No you don’t. What is hideous is what that bastard tried to do to you, but you Granger are beautiful.”

She felt tears slid down her face and she quickly put her head back to keep them from Malfoy. “Ready?” She shook her head in response afraid her voice would sound fragile.

Malfoy gently felt at her burses while she hissed at shivered at the touch. “Sorry,” he would murmur after especially painful ones. Hermione was glad she could blame her reaction on the pain because even with the burses Malfoy’s touch was electric. They way he brushed and pressed along her collarbone, between her breast, down her stomach, and along her panty line. But true to his word Malfoy was a gentleman. Once Malfoy had explored all there was to explore he set to healing her. Some of the deeper burses stung but for the most part is was a mild heated tingle, which set her into a trance. Malfoy’s work was thro and surprisingly good.

It took him about an hour to finish. The burses around her groin were especially tender. Hermione tired body finally started to relax. She felt as if someone had given her a calming drought, her head was hazy. “Anymore?” Malfoy asked.

“Hmmm, oh yes on my back.” She stood up without being asked, facing her back to Malfoy. She swayed slightly from her drossy state, but oddly it felt good. Had she been aware she would have noticed the reaction Malfoy had to watching her slowly let her robe fall to the floor. How she looked standing there with her hair cascading down her back almost reaching her panties.

She slid herself back on the bed, stomach and breast pressed against the cool fabric. “These really are nice sheets,” she murmured into the pillow.

“I’ll buy you a thousand in all the colors you can image if they make you that happy.”

She laughed sweetly, “Yes I believe they do.”

Again Malfoy worked at her back gently. The ones on her back were deep from the impact of her fall but Malfoy’s work was spectacular. When he finally finished she felt as if she had gotten a full body message. “I feel so, so…”

“Sedated?”

“Yes like after a really good…”

“Orgasm.” She laughed turning over and holding an arm over her breast. She felt so comfortable with Malfoy right now she didn’t even care.

“I was going to say bath.”

“Would you like one?”

“No I don’t want to leave. This is perfect Malfoy. Thank you so much for healing me.” Not thinking she reached up with her hand that was covering her breast and brushed Malfoy’s face. She let them travel down his face to his chest. Could she ever get over how beautiful he was or how great he felt to touch? Her fingers hummed along his skin as she traced the circles around his collarbone.

After a few moments Malfoy grabbed her hand. “If you want me to be a gentleman Granger you better stop teasing me and put some clothes on. I mean a man has his limits.”

“Touch me Malfoy.”

“Granger I…”

“Its okay Malfoy I want you too. You are so beautiful Malfoy.” She couldn’t believe she let that slip, but it felt good to tell him how handsome he was. Though she reframed from telling him how the mere sighed of his bare chest left her dazed.

Malfoy smirked and released her hand, bringing it back to her side. He let his fingers play over her breast lightly. Her head fell back and she arched. She felt him slid on his side next to her letting his fingers still play along her skin. She turned and looked at him her vision suddenly going hazy has he pinched her hard nipple. She purred and he captured her lips.

They kissed slowly and sensually for a while. Neither Hermione nor Malfoy were in a rush to progress to the inevitable. He just rubbed his hand along her body bring gasps and shivers when he touched certain areas. They stayed like this for some time until Hermione felt the heat pooling between her legs and pleasure consuming her body become a desperate thing. She arched and bucked her hips. Malfoy brushed his palm between her legs and she pulled her lips from his and moaned into the air.

Malfoy nuzzled into her neck, “are you sure about this Granger?”

She shook her head bucking her hips again. “Please Malfoy I want you.”

“I want to make you fell good Granger. I want to take my time and show you how it should be. I want to show you that we’re not all like that…”

“Then show me Malfoy…please.”

Malfoy didn’t hesitate again. He pressed her through her panties, giving just a fraction of the pressure she wanted, until she was begging with her body for more. Malfoy moved them, sliding between her legs. He pulled off her panties, pushing them off the bed and out of sight.
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Malfoy looked down at the naked girl in front of him and swore he could have cum right there. He wanted to tell her to wait. That a few hours after almost being raped wasn’t the right time to have sex, especially with him, but he was no saint. He couldn’t deny her. How he wanted to bring her all the pleasure he could and this was one area where Malfoy knew what he was doing.

He kept her legs spread in front of him taking her all in. Her back arched faintly, eyes closed, mouth open just slightly in a moan. Her hair wild and spread out all around her. Her breast pale and pink nipples tight and hard from pleasure. He let his eyes travel down her body by following the line of freckles that danced along her skin. They almost made a full circle around her navel before they continued lower. As he took her in he noticed a freckle right above her public line, one he hadn’t noticed before. He leaned down to kiss and Granger hiss, “Merlin.” He felt himself grow harder.

He moved back up, he wanted to taste her again but there would be time for that, but tonight he wanted to watch her as he made her cum. He spread her even further until she was full exposed and she whimpered but he was too far-gone to care. He let his fingers drop to her cunt and slipped a finger between her fold. She was already dripping wet. He rubbed his middle finger around her open gathering her wetness and bringing it to her clit. He circled her slowing rivaling in how her body arched for him, how he could see Granger wetness in the flickering candlelight. With some many other girls it had been rough, fast, and heated. Not that they hadn’t like it, but it was few and far in between that he really enjoyed watching.

He kept all his attention on her swollen clit putting just enough pressure that it was maddening for her and slow enough that it built the pleasure instead of blasted it with her. He remembered what this one beautiful girl he had slept with, over the summer her name Maria, had told him. She had said that some of the best orgasms she had were the gentle slow ones. The ones that teased and rose slowly until they she felt she would burn from the inside out. That’s what he wanted Granger to feel.

After a few minutes he heard her breathing change and her hips started to rotate faster. He held his hand on her hips to still her.

“Please. Oh please Malfoy I want you inside me.”

“Don’t worry Granger I’ll fuck you but first I want to watch you cum.”

“But of…Merlin Malfoy I don’t know if I can take this…it’s so good.” Her hands went to her face as Malfoy pushed harder to keep her hips still. “Just I want you in- side- me- now.”

“I know Granger. Just ride with the feeling. Let your body relax. The second time can be almost as painful as the first and I want to make sure I show you how good it can feel…how hard I can make you cum.” He wasn’t sure if she was even listening, not truly. Her breathing was fast, her moans growing louder.

“Oh god, oh god it does feel so good. Malfoy…hmmm…Malfoy.” He smirked her words slurred heavy with pleasure. He loved how he could make the girl who always had a concise answer for everything moan nonsensically.

“Malfoy…ahhhh Malfoy it…”

“Burns good.”


“Yes, yes yes!” And suddenly she was cumming. Her body was shaking. Her hips stilled as she shook with it and suddenly Malfoy slipped two fingers into her. Slammed hard. She screamed then and he could feel how tight she was as her pussy convulsed around his finger. He kept working inside her, giving her no time to recover. He watched as his fingers slid roughly in and out of her covered by her juices. His erection now painful hard against his trousers.

She screamed out again with another orgasm. He could have swore she gasped ‘fuck oh fuck,’

He finally slid out of her and lay by her. Neither one of them spoke for a while, but he watched her body shake from the aftermath. When she seemed to recover enough Malfoy took a hold of her lips with his. She kissed him hard and deep as if to thank him. He pulled away from her laughing. “I am going to make love to you now Granger.” Her eyes were glazed over but he could see the look of nervous anticipation and he growled. Tonight it was be slow and tender for Granger, but looking into the doe eyes of her left him knowing that one night he would show her how good it could be to fuck with a capital F.