Bittersweet

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Chapter 3-Amoris Tartem

The next morning, Draco woke up to a clean soft feeling of linens cleansing his cheek. His alarm clock was still snoring, while the sun lay shining through his north window. He stepped to the side of his bed, then walked over to the window and gazed at the field that was only yards away from his window. It was true, that he was underground, but a charm certainly encircled the room, giving him his own view of the grounds, which Draco found quite pleasant. Knowing that he probably would not be going back to bed, Draco got up from his large four poster bed and dressed for the day.

Brushing his teeth, Draco was brought back to the image of his lips across Grangers. The feeling was amazing. He loved how squirmy she was underneath him and couldn’t help but think how it would be to get her out of those clothes. He knew that his arousal for the girl would get him into some serious trouble with his father, if he persisted, this ambition any further, but Draco didn’t give a shit. He wanted to fuck her and that’s all that was on his mind as of late. He would disgard her after he was finished. That’s what he did with all of them. They might not have liked it after he had left them hanging, but seriously, why should he give a shit.

They would come crawling back, wanting to have a serious relationship. Honestly, they really believed him, when he had told them that’s what he had always wanted? Shit, he was just trying to get them into bed. Women, he loved to use then discard. Who would want to be with the same person all their life? God, his father never did it, why should he. He had his whole pick of the litter, why just choose one. And, the candidate for the month of September was Granger, the mudblood bitch. His father would understand who wouldn’t.

Sure, he would end up with Pansy, but that’s what father wanted. And how much Draco hated his father’s wishes, this was one thing he wasn’t allowed to just dismiss. So, why couldn’t he play until then? He would be with Granger, whether she would like it or not. He knew that she hated him with a passion, and that’s what made it more of a challenge. Getting her to bed would be a challenge, which was for goddamn sure. He needed to find a way to get her to cooperate. Draco knew Granger and whether her life was in danger or not, she wouldn’t comply with his requests.

He needed to find a way to get her to follow by his plans. He decided a trip to the Potion Mrs ors office would suffice.

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Hermione Granger woke up to a shaking clock bouncing on top of her stomach, with quite annoyance.

“I’m up, I’m up…calm down.” She said placing the clock back onto her nightstand. Her dreams were not of the joyful nature. She was having nightmares all night long about Draco hurting her or her family. What was she going to do? He obviously wanted to have sex with her, and wasn’t going to take no for an answer. Was heng tng to rape her? He was a slytherin after all, but would he stoop that low? She knew the answer to this. Yes. He would.

Hermione shivered at this image as she quickly got herself ready for the day. She needed to go to the library to investigate a spell. She would not be a victim to Draco’s sexual games. She would find a protective spell; a spell that could somehow keep him away from hurting her or forcing her to do something. She would not be his play thing.

The Library was deserted and Hermione was glad about this. She didn’t want to look suspicious looking for something that someone might ask her questions about. Madam Pince never asked her about certain books that she checked out, which was quite an advantage in the past and she enjoyed this leeway. Hermione finally found a book named Protective Spells and How to Use them. This would help, and immediately was skimming through it for anything that would help her. There were multiple of spells that talked about protecting yourself from other spells, but nothing on protecting yourself from another wizard. This wasn’t going to help her. Defeated, Hermione put the book away and sadly went down to breakfast. There just had to be a way to get Malfoy to stay away…she just didn’t know how.

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Snape’s office was luckily deserted, which gave Draco the time to look for his desired potion. He didn’t know what he was exactly ing ing for, but Draco knew that Snape led hed his potiond tnd that it wouldn’t take him long to find a potion that would allow him to keep a tight grasp on Granger. Draco knew his way around Snape’s quarters, due to the many times he had been there, stealing potions for his fellow slytherin’s or himself. Draco suspected Snape knew about his treachery, but Malfoy also knew that Snaidn’idn’t really give a shit what Draco did.

Casually gazing up and down each shelve, Draco spotted a purple coated potion, labeled Amoris Tartem. Draco remembered this brew from a Potions lesson in sixth year. The concoction wasn’t exactly what he was looking for, but it would have to do until, Draco could find the exact thing he desired. Amoris Tartem, from what Draco could remember was a potion that enabled a person to do something against another’s wishes. This certainly would enable the bitch from blabbing to her pretty little Gryffindor’s of what Draco had planned for her. A deadly secret, that Draco couldn’t wait to try out. Before leaving, He quickly stashed the item into his book bag and double checked to make sure everything was in the right place. When he was suspected everything was back to what it was, Draco walked out of Snape’s classroom and headed to the Great Hall for breakfast.

Pavarti was sitting next to Blaise Zabini and they seemed to be in a deep conversation. Draco tried to sit far away from Pavarti, but she found him out, when she glanced up from her girl talk.

“Draco, come sit next to me” she said patting a seat next to her. Draco made a noise like sounded like “ugh” and got up from hesiresired seat and went over to her. Pavarti smiled with a satisfied look of “I have you whooped”.

When Draco was safely seated next to her, she gladly sat her hand on his thigh and continued her conversation with her friend. Draco listened to her talk about Milicent Bullstrode and what a bitch she was, for thinking she could ever have her Draco. The conversation was absurd, Draco had never even looked at Bullstrode and had no clue how Pavarti had ever got that impression.

Bthatthat was Pavarti, whenever she even saw Draco looking at another female; she would then go after them for no reason at all. He hated the fact that, she actually, thought they were dating. He never had made that inclination about them, why would she think this way. Somehow, he knew that her mother and his mother talked and maybe that’s how she got that impression. He knew how possessive his father got, and the impression that the two of them were dating, was probably his own doing.

Draco rolled his eyes as the two disgusting girls spoke and then paid attention to a view across the way. Hermione was sitting next to Ron, again. The boy’s constant looks and gazes at the brown haired Gryffindor where annoying. Why was she letting him touch her like that? The boy’s hands were all over her. The scene was disgusting. This wouldn’t bother Draco anymore though. After he gave Granger her magical potion, she wouldn’t be caught dead letting him touch her like that. His rules. He wouldn’t be having her act like that in front of his eyes.

His constant need to have Granger was overtaking him. He needed to get it over with and fast. Stick it to her, and then kick her to the side. All Draco cared about was getting her to bed, fuck her, then find another bitch to scold. He knew that Granger wouldn’t take long, and he would rather get it done with then sit around contemplating how he was going to take her. He knew that she wouldn’t agree to his one night stand, not like the other girls he had fucked in the past. They wanted him, who wouldn’t? The whole damn school wanted Draco but her, and he would be dammed if he was going to let her stubbornness ruin his rep for getting any bitch he wanted. If she didn’t want him, that was fine. He would make her want him, whether she enjoyed the sexual romp or not. He would have Granger, and nothing or no one would stand in his fucking way.

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Hermione watched as he eyed her and Ron together at breakfast. She tried to ignore his constant gaze, but felt compelled to look at him. But, when she brought her eyes over to the Slytherin table, he was now concentrating on Pansy Parkinson, who had her hand wrapped along his shoulder. Hermione quickly took her eyes off of him and then concentrated on Ron, who apparently was now talking to Harry, his hands still holding Hermione’s with care. She didn’t know exactly why he was paying that much attention to her, but figured he was just being nice. She knew that he liked her as a friend, but the actual idea of him having sensual feelings for her was just ludicrous. The boy had way too many girls to choose from, there was no way that he was thinking of Hermione as a partner.

Hermione laughed at this idea and continued on with her breakfast, which was starting to taste rather cold. When she finished her cold breakfast the rest of her crew; Ron, Harry and Ginny, all set off towards their next lessons. During the rest of the day, Hermione couldn’t help but think what Draco had in mind for her. The image of Draco doing some ungodly thing to her kept resurfacing. She knew Draco could be cruel, but how much exactly? She didn’t want to find out, and the absolute idea that any minute he could jump out at her was plaguing her mind. Maybe if she was accompanied by friends constantly then he wouldn’t attempt anything of that nature. Maybe if she was on constant watch, he wouldn’t do anything. But, she didn’t want to tell Ron or Harry about this, for they would just think of the worst and make a small thing into something bigger.

She would just have to be brave and stick up for herself. She could take Malfoy down…she could. Just keep telling yourself that Herm. She kept reminding herself. She often tried to persuade herself things that probably were inevitable. She just didn’t want to be Malfoy’s play thing. After dinner however, her protruding thoughts would become real, when Draco approached her at her Gryffindor table.

“What do you want Malfoy,” Ron had spat at him, as his tall body lay waking over her.

“I came to talk to Granger, about our Head of House Meeting!” Draco spat back. He didn’t have time to play games with the wank.

“Come on Granger, I don’t have all day.” He yelled out at her.

“Don’t talk to her that way,” Ron said now standing to Draco’s level.

“I would sit back down; Weasley…wouldn’t want to get more points taken away would you.” Malfoy yelled back at him, now making Harry stand up by his friend as well.

“Would you both sit down,” Ron and Harry heard which was coming from Hermione.

Hermione gave them warning glances and they sat back down immediately. She didn’t want to cause anymore problems. She looked ready to throw up, knowing what was to come. Gathering all her Gryffindor bravery, Hermione stood up and sternly walked with Draco out of the Great Hall.

When they reached the exit and turned another corner, she stopped and glared at his back.

“Okay, I know what this is about, so just get it over with. What do you want with me.” She barely said, her hands shaking behind her.

“Well…well, aren’t we the assertive little one.” Draco responded filled with malice.

Draco smiled, knowing that she really didn’t know what was coming to her. “I can see that you want to find out what I have for you,” he said, anticipating his revenge. He drew into her, while pushing her chest and body into the wall behind her. I have something I want to give you Granger, and I won’t take “no” for an answer. He said, not caring that she was trying to object.

“I will never do…” she started to say, before she found her self pressed hard against his body.

“You will do as I say Granger, and you will obey my wishes.” He said, while grabbing the vile out of his robes.

Hermione noticed the violet colored vile and nearly screamed, when Draco placed his mouth hard on her lips, moving his tongue around her. She parted her mouth, and then Draco dug his tongue into her, making her moan. He would have continued, but needed her to drink the valium. He drew his mouth away, and almost instantly stuck the vile down her mouth, pouring the liquid into her opening, making her gag, and causing her to swallow the potion. She fell to the floor, once Draco let go of her.

Pleased with himself, he stepped away. “Have a nice sleep Granger, you’re gonna need it,” was all he said, before leaving the crying Gryffindor girl, on the cold hard floor.

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That night all Draco could dream about was darkness, pure and utter darkness. He didn’t know what it meant; all he knew was that he felt alone, scared and unaware of his surroundings. When he woke up to a hot sweaty bed, he felt bewildered and confused. The dream had scared him half to death, and till this day, Draco had never figured out what the occurring dream had meant. He knew that it had to be something about what would happen to him or what was to come in the near future. But, where would Draco be, where he was scared. Being frightened didn’t happen to him. He was a bloody fucking Malfoy. Things like that didn’t happen that way to him; especially not a Malfoy. The first time, Draco had experienced the dream, was when he was a little boy, not nearly ten. It had scared the living shit out of him, yet every time he had, had the dream, he had stopped getting scared. Why was tonight so significant that he was suddenly frightened again? It wasn’t as if he could help that he was scared when asleep, but why now?

He kept thinking to himself, but couldn’t concentrate long enough to care and decided to just get dressed since he was awake. Draco never could just go back to bed, once he was awake. An imbalance in his system he thought. Draco headed down to the Slytherin common room to find Pansy Parkinson and Mark Brashen talking by the north fireplace, in a big emerald couch. Apparently, she was getting tired of him and had moved on. He was wrong.

Upon seeing him, she rushed over to him like a herd of cattle; glomping him in the stomach with her protrusive body. With an “uh” Draco steadied his body, unaware that she had almost knocked him onto his arse.

“Watch it” he yelled loudly, but she didn’t seem to notice his lack of annoyance, for she was now starting to massage his butt and was working her way up to his mouth with her puffy lips, that seemed oddly large.

“Did you do something to your lips,” he squealed out.

“Y-yes, you like,” she smiled, while puckering them up out at him. The sore, apparently lips, gazed back at him, like a sheep’s ass. The welts around them where causing him to cringe and to keep from throwing up all over her, he pushed her away.

“What the hell did you do?” He squealed back again, terrified that the so called “lips” would attack him.

“Magical Body Enhancement. It’s all the rage. Everyone’s doing it. Kersten Storm just had her boobs doubly enhanced and they look smashing, she’ll be in Elijah’s bed in no time.”

He listened to her talk, while not taking one word in. She looked even worse. The pug nose of hers along with the “lips” made her face look like a freaking pig’s ass. He couldn’t look at it any longer.

“I have to be somewhere,” he said, backing away rather quickly. He didn’t want the “lips” on her face to pounce on him.

“But it’s only seven thirty in the morning, breakfast hasn’t even started yet.” Pansy stammered.

“Uh…I have to ask….Professor Snape…something about an essay.” He stuttered, still trying to get away as soon as possible. When it looked like she was going to blurt something else out. He quickly waved and jolted out of the dungeon, leaving a bewildered Pansy to her pouting lips and her pug nose nostril.

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Hermione didn’t think eating breakfast, let alone going to any of her classes was going to make her feel better about the situation she had now put herself in. The way her seventh year was going was not what she ever expected. Draco Malfoy’s intentions of using her were trapping her in a dream in which she could not escape. Whenever she had caught herself in a predicament, she was capable of making sure she could get out of the situation. But, his actions were terrifying that she knew there was no way of finding a way to get out. She had to do something, but for some reason she was unable to just tell Ron and Harry. Her stomach, hurled and she knew whatever he had poisoned her with, it was causing her not to discus her feelings with her closest friends. What was this substance that churned in her body? What was it going to make her do? She fretted for herself. She would just need to stay away from him. Cause herself to not look up at him.

She didn’t know what was going to happen to her, now that she had a spell over her. The only thing she would be able to do, was to investigate and take a trip to the library in search of the spell that he had over her. But, for some reason, she had a feeling in her gut that was telling her that Malfoy didn’t just get this idea out of the library. He was head boy and a Slytherin, he wasn’t stupid. She sighed and decided to get dressed. Pulling her black Gryffindor clock over her head, she headed downstairs to face the world that she wanted to hide from; when she went into the Gryffindor common room, through the fat lady. Ron was on a couch with another female Gryffindor. They seemed to be in a tense conversation. Hermione tried to see what was going on between the two of them, since they in fact where the only ones in the common room. She squinted her eyes, and then realized just exactly what they were doing.

The girl seemed to be enjoying what Ron was doing to the girl and Hermione suddenly, felt very awkward and disgusted of what her friend was doing to the other girl. The girl moaned and Hermione felt like dying. How could they just do that in the middle of the common room, someone was going to hear them. Hermione’s cheeks were starting to get beat red from the embarrassment she was having. She didn’t have to put up with any more though, the girl was now getting up from the couch, before glancing back and Hermione and giving her a small wink. Hermione suddenly disliked the slut. Shed didn’t care what her two best friends did in their spare time, but why did they have to make a spectacle out of it! If and when Hermione was going to have someone, she would do it in the privacy of her own room, not in the middle of a common room, in daylight? The idea was horrid! Hermione tried to get her cheeks back to a normal color, but Ron noticed her and was now walking over to her.

“Hermione, you look red. Are you sick?” Ron teased. He knew perfectly well, what she had ran into. He kinda liked the idea of her watching him. The excitement of getting caught was always thrilling. He scanned her and his feelings for her started coming back. He grabbed her shoulder and rubbed her arm up and down, trying to calm her down. This pleased him to touch her. But, he knew that she didn’t feel the same way as he often did. He learned to deal with the reality. But, it wasn’t bad to tease her every now and again.

“You know perfectly well, what is wrong with me!” she screamed, shoving his hand off her arm. He was despicable the way he was acting. Trying to be innocent from the scene she had just seen him doing.

“Oh come on Herm, you don’t have to be that way,” he said begging, trying to put his hand back onto her arm. She would have none of it though. She only shoved him harder which made Ron laugh out loud. “You are such a prude Granger,” he laughed back, knowing that this was just going to piss her off even more.

“How dare you Ron, what has come over you. You know that doing sexual acts in the common room is wrong and isn’t right. I don’t know what that slut has done to you, but you have changed. What is wrong with you?” she accused. She knew something was with him. There had to be a problem. He had never acted with so many hormones before. What was so different?

“And don’t call me a prude,” she added. She didn’t need this, especially from him of all people.

“Just because you aren’t getting any, doesn’t mean you need to alienate those who are!” Ron accused back, his temper rising. He justjust having a good time, and her prissy attitude was affecting his mood.

“I don’t want to see you getting it on down in the common room again. I am Head Girl and if I see it again, I will go directly to Professor McGonagall. Is that clear?” She demanded, she knew that this would work. Ron might have been being an ass, but when threatened with a teacher knowing his acts, he using backed down.

“Pulling rank are we, get laid will you, I’m tired of this,” Ron yelled, before storming up to the boys dormitory, leaving her to herself. Hermione sighed and pissed off from how he was acting. This wasn’t him. Where was her friend?

She was about to just leave the common room and give up and go down to breakfast, when she was stopped by Harry, who had tapped her on the back.

“Hey, what’s wrong?” He said, with a worried expression.

“Oh…Ron, I uh…caught him in the act with some girl. He kinda got offensive about it.” Hermione sighed.

“Yeah, I’ve noticed something’s to. I wouldn’t take it personally though. I think he’s just going through some changes and needs to calm down a bit.” Harry said, trying to soothe his friend. He knew that Ron was still hung up on Hermione and that he was still upset over them. Sometimes it was just hard for Ron to control his anger.

“Yeah, you are probably right Harry. Well, I’m gonna go to breakfast, wanna come with me?” Hermione smiled finally, asking.

“I’ll meet you down there, I’m gonna wait for Ginny.” Harry said grinning. Hermione understood his actions.

“Sounds good, see you in a bit thenermiermione said smiling.

They said their goodbyes and she stepped out of the common room and went down to breakfast. But, just as she was turning the corner to the Great Hall, she was pulled back into a small classroom. Hermione looked up to see the piercing eyes of Draco Malfoy, smiling back at her, through his menacing glare.
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She glared back at him, as she could feel the pain of being trapped in a room with him hitting her suddenly. His glare didn’t stray away her thoughts as he glared at her from a distance. She didn’t want to deal with his shit right now. He might have tried to get control of her, but it wouldn’t work. Not this time.

“Feeling any different then yesterday,” Malfoy sneered, while eyeing her continuously. He knew the potion he had gave her the day before would be working any minute. Unfortunately, asn’asn’t working fast enough. He wanted her to stop her bitching.

She continued to glare back at him, trying to finway way out of the predicament she had gotten herself into. This wasn’t how she wanted to spend her seventh year; fleeing from Malfoy every chance she got. She was a prisoner in her own skin.

“I see that my little spell hasn’t taken affect, you will see the error of your ways Granger.” He said grabbing her harder. He pressed his hard body against hers while her head pressed against the stone wall. She could feel her body breaking with every touch he laid upon her.

He ed hed his cheek to hers and whispered in her ear, “Never fear, you will fall into my trap”. And walked away, leaving her body to collapse onto the floor.

Hermione took her time walking to breakfast, it was still quite early and she didn’t want to look too torn up over what had just happened with the silvery head Slytherin. She knew that if she looked worked up, that Harry and Ron would notice something amiss. When she finally reached the Great Hall, they were sitting down in theiual ual eating spot, a place in which Hermione didn’t wanted to avoid at the moment. Her seat gave her a view of the Slytherin table and she would rather Malfoy look at her back then her averting eyes.

Besides the glares he would be giving her, she had a feeling, if he was looking at tha that she wouldn’t be able to tear her eyes off of him, and that was going to get her into trouble. A conversation, that Hermione definitely did not want to discuss with her two best friends. She knew that keeping her feelings from them, wasn’t the right thing to handle the situation, but what else was she to do. Sure, she could tell them about how Malfoy was trying to blackmail her and how he had a “plan” for her. Hermione knew that if this bug of worms was released, that it would cause more problems for her in the end. At times she had even tried to tell them, but something…something, was holding her back from doing so. She didn’t know what, but knew that if anything was to come of her situation, it would be her alone solving it.

She quietly swung her legs into her seat and quietly began eating a tart that she had grabbed off of a silver platter. The boys stared at her, confused.

“What?” she asked, dumbfounded as she looked at their expressions.

“You are eating sugar…Hermione?” Ron spat, while a piece of bread hung onto his lip.

“Yeah…so what?” Hermione answered angrily.

“Uh…Hermione it’s just that you pride yourself on not eating sugar anymore, at least not for breakfast.” Harry said, trying to break the tension between his two best friends.

Hermione swallowed her piece of tart and gave a warning look to Harry. She gave an approving nod, “well I am today, and if you two don’t mind. I suggest we talk about something either than my eating habits.”

Harry smiled weekly and began to eat the rest of his breakfast. Ron smiled stiffly, “must be that time of month then eh?”

Hermione shot a menacing glare at the red headed boy and kicked him in the shin.

“Ow! What did you do that for?” The boy yelled in pain, while taking his leg and massaging it.

“Ron you shouldn’t say such things.” Harry said, trying to comfort Hermione; who was obviously mad about something other than Ron.

“Hey…I was just pointing out the obvious; she’s the one that’s all bitchy.” Ron said, knowing that his choice of words were riling her up. He liked pissing her off. He didn’t really know why.

Hermione glared at him, her temples beating against her skull like drums of a muggle parade. With all her anger, she kicked his other shin and stormed out of the Great Hall. While, the slivery haired boy watched in amusement. He wagered that the spell had taken full affect.

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Grasping onto every wall, Hermione swayed. Her body was clenching in pain. Her legs wobbled when she immediately grabbed onto a barrier between two doors. Her legs shook in protest, what was happening to her, she kept thinking to herself. It had been ten minutes since she had stormed out of The Great Hall, and she was now regretting it. She could be safely sitting in a chair, instead of looking like a drunken muggle prom queen.

The agony crept in and she could hardly bare it anymore, she pressed her body hard to another wall and squeezed herself into a tiny hallway. The exact same hallway, Draco had used to fondle and kiss her. She hoped against hope that no one would see her. She didn’t know what was happening, and she really didn’t want questions to be raised if indeed someone was to find her in the state she was in. Knowing the students of Hogwarts, if they had seen what was happening to their great head of house, there would be speculation, rumours and god knows what else. Hermione didn’t want that kind of attention. She hated rumours and the thought that Draco Malfouldould be apart of them. She didn’t want his name related to her problem.

She tried to inch her way off of the cold floor she had somehow fallen onto. Her legs stumbled and bent in a way only boys would have dreamed girls’ legs to be in. Her skirt inched up her thighs. What had sheten ten herself into? She definitely was in a predicament now. She couldn’t stand up, she could hardly move, and now she was in a some what….interesting position. She had to change positions or someone was bound to find her and start the gossiping. She made another effort, but was unsuccessful. She huffed out a loud exasperating breath. This was too much for her. She was bound to cry any moment now. She had to at least make herself, believe that she could move, get up and get to her dormitory. She knew that whatever spell Malfoy had used upon her was the result of her misfortune. She knew that her mood swings were the result of this retched, retched drug. She would kill him when she found out what he had used upon her. Anger fled to her cheeks.

“Well…well…well…now isn’t this an interesting way to entice me Granger. I never thought you’d result to the mastery of seduction. I am very impressed,” came the slow drawling voice of Draco Malfoy. Hermione looked up despitefully at the shadow and figure of the blond haired Slytherin.

“Fuck you Malfoy.” Hermione angrily announced while ignoring his comments. She looked at him, despising every inch of him; from his greasy white hair, down to his polished shoes.

“Ah…well there’s no need to act like that Granger.” He said, now bending down in front of her very open and very revealing skirt; as her thighs touched his knee. The anticipation of her actually being so openly exposed was some what of a turn on. He ignored the sexual thoughts and looked upon her more. Her white collared shirt was tattered and the buttons protecting her woman hood where nearly at breaking point. This was way too much for Draco to stand. He knew that she had grown up over the summer, but nowil nil now had he actually realized, just how much.

From what her little collared shirt show him, she was very perky. He knew that his inhibitions would only allow him to see as much, for she was definitely to his disposal. She eyed him contemptuous. She might have hated the bitch more than anything, but what was so bad with having a little fun with the hoar. He was just gonna play a little. No harm, no foul.

Hermione watched him eye her. She was scared, terrified of what he actually was intending to do with her. She wanted to scream out, to yell or scream. But, something was holding her back from doing so. Was it the potion? She didn’t want to look petrified, he would notice this. She didn’t want to spark a trigger. She eyed him with a spitefully glance, cringing when he moved closer to her. She could still feel his knee upon her thigh and knew that her virgin opening was extremely close to his body. She wanted to collect all her will power and scramble out of there, but she was trapped.

He could feel her heat rising and he like it. He knew she was getting worried. He liked the reaction of her being scared of him; made the whole experience worth his while. His inner body was hungry for her skin. He took his left hand and grazed her naked left knee. She cringed and he knew that this was perfect. He moved his fingers along her leg moving them closer and closer up to the secret spot every boy in Hogwarts desired. While he made his way up, his right hand immediately grabbed her waist and moved her closer to him, so their bodies where touching, while his fingers slid underneath her panty line and into her being. He moved in faster and faster, she was now moaning at the feeling of his touch inside her. He loved the way she soaked up against his hands and fingers. He wanted more…but not now. He suddenly pushed her away, drew away his hand, stood up and walked out of the hallway; leaving Hermione Granger to a feeling she had never felt before.