#4 ~ The \"Up Against the Wall\" Wars

Disclaimer: All characters belong to JKR. All situations are my own.
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Chapter 25 – You Can Never Trust a Malfoy

Severus managed to get a clinging, giggling Hermione into their room without ravishing her in the hallway. The moment he closed and warded the door, she leapt into his arms, wrapping her legs around his waist, and kissed him deeply, grinding herself against him in a way that made his temperature rise several degrees. And that wasn’t the only thing rising. His cock felt like iron, and was throbbing to get at the hot, young woman clinging to him, threatening to pull his tonsils from his throat. She was so aggressive that he had to pull away from her forcefully, to come up for air.

“Hermione…’ he panted as she sucked and licked on his neck, working at the buttons on his robe.

“Shhh, no talking,” she mumbled against his neck, moving lower as she opened button after button.

Severus was loving this, but something bothered him. He put her down, and held her back by the shoulders, looking into her desire filled face. He wanted her, but he wanted her to remember tonight, to remember clearly. This could be the last time they met body to body, soul to soul, and he didn’t want it to be a blur for her.

“Hermione, you’ve got to sober up,” he said gently, holding the straining witch back.

“Why?” she asked, trying to kiss him.

“Because, as exciting, aggressive and uninhibited as you are this way, it’s not the you I need right now. I’m sure I would like to see just how wild you are like this one day, but not tonight, love. Tonight is too important to me. To us. I need you sober, wanting this because it is in your heart, because love is driving you, not wine.

“But I do love you,” she said, leaning in again, swaying slightly.

“I know, dearest. But I need you clear-headed and willing,” he said softly. He let her go, walked to his black bag and took out a vial of sober-up potion. He walked back to the witch, uncorked it, and opened it for her.

“Drink this, please,” he said, his black eyes looking into hers, offering her the vial.

Hermione took it, and flung her head back, downing it in one shot. Immediately her head cleared, and she looked up at him.

“How do you feel?” he asked softly, knowing that some of her heat had died down. He was a little sorry for that, but it couldn’t be helped.

“I feel like this could be my last night on earth with the man I love,” Hermione replied, “and that I’m not going to waste a minute of it.”

And again she leapt into his arms and wrapped her legs around his waist, kissing him so deeply, it was as if she wanted to climb down his throat.

Severus’ head was spinning. It wasn’t all wine after all. His arms tightened around her, as they continued the kiss, prolonging it, tongues battling, seeking, exploring, entwining. The world itself disappeared as he held Hermione to him, feeling her hips grinding against him, her body rubbing up and down, her mouth fighting to possess his. It was only the two of them at the center of their universe, trying desperately to fix the memory of themselves on each other indelibly, to leave an impression that would survive the coldness of death, to leave an imprint of shared love that would last an eternity.

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Annadale finished her shift, counted out her tips and donned her cloak. She bid Rosmerta a hurried goodbye and exited the Three Broomsticks, walking swiftly toward the public apparation point. It was a dark night, with a low layer of clouds. No stars twinkled in the sky above. She reached the apparition point, wrapped her cloak around her and disapparated.

She reappeared outside Malfoy Manor. The mansion seemed cold and forbidding, light shining only from two front windows, like glowing eyes. She walked up the marble stairs, shivering a little and knocked lightly on the door. It immediately opened but she didn’t see anyone. She hesitated.

A small, greenish brown creature looked up at her with sad, doleful eyes. A house-elf.

“Greetings, Miss,” the tiny creature said in a muted, squeaky voice, “my name is Leaf Ear, and I is waiting for you. Come in, Miss.”

Annadale looked down, startled for a moment, then remembered Draco had said a house-elf would escort her to him. She stepped over the threshold and the house-elf closed the door behind her. The tiny creature looked about cautiously, then its wide gray eyes looked up at her appealingly.

“If Miss has something for my Master, I can takes it to him, and Miss may go,” the elf whispered, its eyes round with fear as it glanced about nervously.

“No, I would prefer to deliver it to him myself,” she replied, wanting to see Lord Malfoy face to face. The elf cringed.

“It would be no trouble, Miss. I am here to serve, and I would serve you if you let me, Miss. I can bring Master what you has, and you can go.” The elf looked at her imploringly, but Annadale wasn’t about to be thwarted.

“Your master told me to deliver this information myself, and that you would lead me to him. Do you want him to know you are being disobedient?” she said to the creature warningly.

The elf’s great ears drooped, and the creature sighed, and looked up at her sadly.

“No, Miss. I will take you, Miss. To Master as you wishes.”

The elf beckoned her to follow him, walking the corridor as if it were the Last Mile. Annadale didn’t notice, thinking that perhaps the elf wanted the praise for delivering the information to his master himself. Well, no way.

They stopped before a huge wooden door. The house-elf pushed it open, and gestured for her to follow. They were in a huge library. A fire was glowing in the grate, and there was a single armchair in front of it. In that armchair, sat Draco Malfory, sipping a brandy.

“Miss is here, my Lord,” the house-elf squeaked, bowing low even though Draco couldn’t see him.

“Good, Leaf Ear. You have done well. You may go.” Draco drawled, still not rising from the chair. The house-elf bowed again and gave Annadale a sorrowful look.

“I’s sorry Miss,” the elf whispered, backing out of the door and closing it behind him.

Annadale stood, holding the itinerary tightly in her hands, waiting for Draco to give her permission to approach him.

“Approach,” he said from the chair.

Annadale walked over to stand before him, the firelight silhouetting her form. Draco looked up at her lazily, his ice-blue eyes raking over her body. He set his glass down on a small table.

“You have something for me?” he asked her, holding out his hand.

“Yes, Lord,” she responded, handing him the list. She shuddered as her hand briefly touched his. This didn’t go unnoticed by Draco.

Draco looked over the parchment. His eyes widened, then narrowed as an evil smile appeared on his handsome face. He looked up at Annadale.

“You’ve done well, very well,” he said softly, his eyes resting on hers.

Annadale fairly trembled under his praise.

“Thank you, Lord. It was my only desire to serve you well,” she responded with a small curtsey.

Draco smiled sexily. “Is that your only desire?”

Annadale let her eyes drop to the floor. “No, my Lord,” she answered boldly, despite her lowered eyes.

Draco considered her, “Well, tell me your desire that I may grant it for you, if it is in my power.”

“My desire is you, my Lord. To be allowed to please you,” she whispered, feeling herself becoming wet.

Draco smiled as he hardened. He loved when they begged for it. He rose from the chair and stood close to her. She was trembling noticeably now. He walked around her appraisingly, hands clasped behind his back.

He leaned in, his lips brushing her ear, “And you think you could please me?”

“Yes, my Lord. Yes,” she said, sounding as if she were about to cry.

“Follow me, then, my little barmaid. I would like to be pleased.”

Malfory walked over to the closest bookcase, and pulled out a tome. The case swung in, revealing a corridor lit with torches. He walked in, and Annadale followed behind him, her heart pounding in her chest.

He led her down a long stairwell, and through a stone archway. She felt a pulse of powerful magic wash over her as she passed under the entrance.

“A ward of some type,” she thought.

Draco led her to a stone wall. He muttered some words, and made intricate motions with his hands. The stones began to pull away, leaving a doorway. Draco passed through, and she followed.

The room was dark. One overhead lamp shone down, creating a circle of light. Draco stopped there and turned. He began to unbutton his robes.

“Come here, he said imperiously.

Annadale moved forward as if under the Imperious spell.

“On your knees,” he said to the witch.

Annadale lowered herself to the floor, kneeling before him, as he opened his robe, revealing silk Slytherin green boxers. He lowered them, exposing his hard organ.

“Please me,” he said, “and then I may please you’

Annadale moved forward and grasped the shaft of Draco’s cock gently. He hissed, pushing forward. She looked at it. It was beautiful. Long, evenly pink and nestled in a curling patch of white-blonde hair. He was impeccably clean, and smelled of spices. She took him in her mouth, sucking gently. Draco groaned.

“Suck harder,” he hissed, his hand coming to rest on the back of her head, urging her forward. She complied, drawing him into her mouth with greater pressure.

“Yessss,” Draco hissed beginning to thrust into her wet, warm orifice. She was good at this. He placed his other hand on her head and began to force himself deeper into her mouth, hitting the back of her throat, and groaning with pleasure. He looked down and watched his shaft slide in and out between her lipstick reddened lips, noticing little streaks of color smearing on his cock. He began to thrust faster and harder. She gagged. He slapped her gently on the cheek.

“No gagging. Open up,” he hissed pushing himself deeper into her throat. She gagged again. This time Draco slapped her hard, leaving a bruise on her cheek. She let out a muffled cry, her mouth full of him.

“No gagging!” he shouted at her as he plunged his cock into her throat. She didn’t gag again. Draco fucked her mouth a long time before he felt himself coming to a peak. His balls tightened and he pulled out, holding his shaft tightly.

“Open your mouth,” he demanded. Annadale knew better than to hesitate. She opened her mouth, and Draco released, holding his cock a few inches from her face, watching his come spurt the distance into her open mouth with satisfaction.

“Swallow,” he hissed. She did.

Finished, Draco pulled up his boxers and gently pulled her to her feet. He turned her, and pulled her against him, her back to his front. His arms gently encircled her waist, and he kissed her throat tenderly.

“And now, Annadale, for your reward…”

He waved his hand and the room lit up, revealing a king-size mattress on the floor, and twelve masked men, ten of them with open robes, holding their cocks and stroking themselves, lewd grins on every face. Two of the men stood disconsolately to the side, unmoving.

Quickly, Draco pushed her forward into the middle of the crowd, and they closed over her screaming form like a pack of starving wolves.

“Enjoy,” Draco said dismissively, turning to go.

“Wait, Draco!” called a slow male voice desperately.

“Yes, Goyle?” Draco said, not turning around as Annadale’s screams took on a more piercing tone. They were raping her now, using deatheater magic.

“Draco, please…I want some…” Goyle begged, waving his flaccid cock at him. Crabbe stood next to him, looking equally uncomfortable.

Draco took out his wand and removed the impotency curse. “Go ahead,” he said, “but next time I catch you two disobeying my orders, I will hex them off, permanently.”

Both men nodded, and hurried over to join the roiling mass of men surrounding the horribly screaming Annadale.

Draco left the room, absently waving the door closed. He walked up the stairs, examining the itinerary.

“How does he stand this?” he wondered, looking at Hermione’s neatly written list. “The mudblood bitch plans out everything.”

He looked over the list. Hm. Flower-picking, then a picnic. He thought it over and decided the perfect place to ambush them would be at Shropshire Gardens, where they would be picking flowers. They could pretend to be fellow flower lovers. This way they could get close enough to surprise them. He grinned evilly.

Yes. This would work.

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A/N: Uh, oh. Draco has other plans. ack. Back to Hermione\'s and Severus\' night together next chapter.