The Unseen

Ugh...I know....me gone long time. But the important thing is that I'm back, and there's actually SMUT in this chapter. It's not the smut you might think, but it's great nonetheless. And good news, I already have half of the next chapter written, so it shouldn't take too long. Now for reviews.

smurphy - Yes, I liked that Phelan got a little love from the students. And James knew just how to put those little kitty-cat Gryffindors in their places. Snap a few times at them and show your fangs and they melt like ice cream on a hot day...I have it on good authority (0_-) that Tobias will be okay eventually....

distinctlyME - Ah yes....Damon Tadie. Such an interesting character. Yes that is a serious potion. How far long was it when Tobias was splashed? That might have an effect on how long it takes him to recover. I'm pretty sure he's going to live, though. (SO MUCH YELLING!!!!) I thought you were just fine with your review, dearie, and I look forward to your next one. (OOh! On a side note, I started that story I talked about in one of my reviews on your story. It's in the Lucius/Hermione section. There's only three chapters, but I needed a little break from this story for a bit. And look! I came back with PORN!!!)

margaritama - I think the Unseen will be a bit suspicious. They're not stupid....and yes, I did want that Gryffindor bully thing to be a bit familiar to people. Except this time there were consequences. I never liked how Dumbledore was just like 'Huh huh....whatever' to the Marauders. Arse-faces.

Lady_Winterhart_Z.C. - Wow....such aggression. Aww...the perfect man, you say? I'm sure that will make him all bubbly. Yes..Phelan did need a bit of encouragement from someone. And I thought the kids were the best way to do it. They're not as jaded and prejudiced as their parents. Yay childhood innocence!! Yes...James is quite adorable. His detention won't be a walk in the park, I promise you that...ANd I trust you will find some way to harm/maim/murder Bella's son. There's no doubt in my mind. ^_^

Enjoy the newest chappie!!

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Hermione was shocked to hear of the incident with Tobias. She wasn’t shocked at the fact that students could mess up a potion so royally…she’d seen that first-hand with Neville so long ago. She was surprised that such a young Professor would put his life on the line without much thought to it. Most young men Tobias’ age were selfish, and cared only for themselves and what they could get out of a situation.

She supposed the sacrificial attitude ran in his blood.

She was at present on her way to visit James. She needed someone to talk to about the events of recent weeks. She and Draco had begun to fall into a semblance of a schedule. Draco would meet her at the door to her rooms to walk with her to meals, and afterwards they would part to go to their classes, or in the case of after supper, they would walk to the Astronomy Tower to watch the stars for a bit before he escorted her back to her rooms.

She found that he had changed greatly over the years. He was much more mature. But, she laughed to herself, she hoped a fourty-two year old man would be mature!

As she approached James’ room, she was surprised to see the portrait was ajar. James was usually meticulous about closing the door behind him. She cautiously proceeded forward, and relaxed a bit when she heard James’ voice.

“-fishy about this whole situation.”

There was a small crowd of affirmative murmurs.

“The Master is furious. I spoke with him just today.” She didn’t recognize the voice.

“I know. He’s been calling me all day, but I’ve had classes and I won’t be able to get away until after supper.” James said.

“We have to figure out a way to protect our numbers and still keep ourselves secret. The Unseen must not fall, or Hogwarts is fucked.” Phelan said angrily.

Hermione gasped softly.

Inside, James’ head whirled to the door.

“Phelan…how hard did you shut the door?” he asked softly, rising from his chair. Phelan looked towards the portrait entrance, and paled a bit.

“Not hard enough, apparently. That damned dragon is a bit ornery…” he replied. James struck forward suddenly, and threw the portrait open. Hermione had begun to back away, her eyes wide and her face pale. James’ furious look faded immediately.

“Aunt Hermione…” James said, and started towards her.

“You’re part of the Unseen? That ghastly vigilante group from Knockturn Alley?” she asked.

“Please…you must listen to me.” James pleaded, and took a few steps forward. Hermione went backwards faster, quickly approaching the staircase. James saw it coming before she did, and shot forward suddenly, grabbing her arms. Hermione screamed, and cringed when he grabbed her. But when nothing happened, she opened her eyes, and James’ concerned gold eyes met hers.

“You were about to fall down the stairs.” James explained gently. Hermione looked down to see that her left foot was indeed on the top step, her right hanging over the second step. She would have gone down backwards. He gently pulled her back up, and set her on solid ground. “Will you please listen? I don’t want to have to modify your memory…but I will if I feel I can’t trust you.” He said, his voice still stern, but soft. Hermione began to cry softly, and James gingerly leaned forward and wrapped his arms around her.

“It’s all right. Have I ever hurt you? Have I ever given you reason not to trust me?” he asked. And that made what he did next even more unbearable. His hand came up to stroke her hair, and he felt her relax, and she hugged him back. His hand pulled away slowly, and he pointed to the back of her head.

“Obliviate.” he hissed softly, and he felt her go limp in his arms. Tears streamed down his face as he gathered her up bridal-style in his arms, and carried her back to his rooms. Luck was on his side that he didn’t encounter anyone, and he opened the doors to Hermione’s rooms without a problem. He situated her in her bed, fully clothed, and tucked her covers around her. He gave a quick kiss to her forehead, and left before she could awake.

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When he arrived back in his rooms, everyone stood to their feet.

“What happened?” Draca asked.

“It was my Aunt Hermione. She heard what Phelan said about the Unseen….I had to Obliviate her.” He said, his voice soft. There was silence in the ranks.

“I can report to the Master for you if you’d like. I’m supposed to update him on Tobias’ condition.” Phelan offered gently. James nodded.

“Yeah….I just need to think right now. Tell him I’ll talk to him as soon as I can get my thoughts together.” He said. Everyone stood, and walked from James’ room. Except Draca. She went to where James had plopped himself down on the sofa, and sat down beside him.

“You’re upset.” She said. He snorted, and a puff of smoke came from his nostrils.

“Yes.” He said. He shifted a bit, surprised, when Draca laid her head on his lap, facing away from him, and began to trace nonsensical patterns on the top of his leg. A deep rumble started in his chest, and he practically purred when her fingers moved towards the inside of his leg. “You’re playing with fire, witch.” He said softly, rumbling again when she splayed out her fingers. Her head suddenly rose, and she looked into his eyes.

“Maybe I want to get burned.” She said softly. That was enough to set off the beast within. And Draca knew this perfectly well. When he was stressed like this, a good round of unbridled sex would calm him down. Not many knew this, and she liked it like that. She had this wonderful hunk of man all to herself. When he came apart he was truly beautiful.

She gasped when he was on top of her, pinning her to the sofa as his mouth found hers. He always tasted like smoke. But it was a pleasant, clean smoke, and Draca didn’t mind the taste at all. He kissed her fervently, their teeth clicking together ever so often. Their tongues battled for dominance, and James finally pulled away, growling deep within his chest. He bared his fangs at her, and she immediately turned her head to the side, revealing her throat to him in a sign of submission.

“Do you want this?” he growled, his voice deep and gravelly.

“Yes.” She said simply. With a wave of his hand her clothes were gone, banished to the other side of the room and out of her reach. Her breathing rate had increased, and her breasts rose and fell with each gasp. James reached out and touched one of her nipples with the pad of his finger. She whimpered when he grasped the sensitive flesh between his thumb and forefinger, pinching roughly. Lucky for her she liked it a little rough.

His other hand found the other breast, and soon he was pinching, pulling, and plucking in earnest, earning mewls and gasps of pleasure from the blonde beneath him. Her hands came up and grasped his, stilling them, and she felt a thrill go straight to her core when James snarled at her, his teeth coming dangerously close to her throat.

“I want to see you, my fierce dragon. All of you.” She said. He stood, and stepped away from her, drinking in the sight of her. She had medium-sized breasts, but they were natural and soft, accentuated by a beautifully narrow waist, and hips that flared just enough for him. Her legs were impossibly long, and ended with beautifully shaped and well cared for feet. He liked to see those pretty little manicured feet dangling at his head as he fucked her.

Their relationship was purely platonic in public. And they both liked it like that. Neither needed or wanted the drama that would surely come from announcing a relationship. Perhaps when (or if) they succeeded in redeeming themselves…

James made quick work of his clothes, and stood before Draca in all of his naked glory. His tail was swishing wildly behind him, his wings shifting sporadically. He was excited…no wait…he was excited! His cock was a magnificent specimen, rising up from a nest of dark curls like a red serpent. And Draca was ready to get bitten.

Draca stood from the couch, and approached him slowly. Any fast movements and he would pin her to the floor and fuck her brains out. And that was fine and good, but she liked to play a little before that happened. She dropped to her knees in front of him, eyeing his cock with greedy fascination.

“Touch it.” James ordered, and Draca obliged. Her hand reached out, and she ghosted touches over the swollen head, shivering as James hissed and growled. She was riling him up even more doing this, but it sure did make the final product so good. “Tease.” James snarled, his hands balling into fists and relaxing by his side. Draca leaned forward and licked the head of his cock, and James gave a roar of pleasure. But he wasn’t letting her get away with that. He reached down and grabbed both of her wrists, and hauled her to her feet.

Then, he picked her up and threw her over his shoulder to carry to his room. She squealed in surprise, and earned a tingly slap to her rump for her efforts. So she stilled as he walked, watching the muscles in his tail and wings work up close. Gods that was so hot….

He threw her on his bed, and before she had quit bouncing he was on her, pinning her to the bed and kissing her roughly again. His tongue was in her mouth, and she could feel his fangs with her lips. Those long, sharp fangs…the danger of it sent a throb down to her aching pussy, and she moaned against James’ mouth. He pulled back, his lips pulled back off of his teeth and his teeth parted, showing the double set of fangs off.

“Lie back.” He ordered. She complied immediately, and spread her legs wide, revealing her glistening pussy to him. He purred in appreciation, and lowered his head between her legs to inhale her scent. When he opened his eyes, his slitted pupils were little less than black lines. He was about to go wild. He settled himself between her legs, and lined his dick up with her slick entrance.

“Are you ready?” he asked breathlessly. She nodded, and he pushed forward. Both of them groaned at the beautiful feeling of completeness. What little self-control James had snapped at that moment, and he started up a rhythm that would make any human man burn from exhaustion within a few minutes. But James wasn’t fully human. He had dragon stamina.

Draca felt the first orgasm building. It started in her curled toes, and traveled up her legs. When it reached her apex she threw back her head and cried out, convulsing beneath James. His rhythm didn’t slow down a bit, and he pounded her mercilessly, her sensitized flesh taking a beautiful beating. The second orgasm had her grasping the covers desperately. Her third orgasm had her scratching at James’ back for leverage. Her fourth orgasm had her screaming silently. Her fifth orgasm had her biting James’ shoulders, which excited him greatly. Her sixth orgasm saw her trying to get away from James, the sensations so pleasurable they were bordering on painful. He had to pull her back several times as she sobbed and shivered with pleasure.

But James wasn’t going to last much longer anyway. They were both slick with sweat, and James’ black fringe was sticking to his forehead. Her seventh and final orgasm sent him over the edge. As he came he threw back his head and howled. This was the exact reason he had built in silencing charms into his rooms. If he hadn’t the whole school would have heard him.

His whole body stiffened, his wings extended fully and his tail straight out as he came, shooting jet after jet of warm cum into Draca’s tired body. When he had finished, he fell forward, gasping for breath. Draca trembled beneath him, her body tired and boneless. James flicked his fingers and lazily cleaned the sweat off of both of them so that he could pull his tired lover close, and stroke her hair as she basically passed out in his arms.

Great gods above and below she did enjoy it when he got upset….
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Oooooooh......nekkid James. Nekkid Draca. Nekkid time!

Come now....there was SMEX involved here, people. REVIEW!!!