Oh, Bloody Hell!

Chapter Three

Hermione sat nervously in the makeup artist's chair as Cindy, the head makeup art
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applied makeup to various parts of her body. She had been sitting there for roughly
twenty minutes and had already been there for roughly forty minutes, and had already
been through costuming and hair.

"Alright," said Cindy, applying one final layer of lipstick to Hermione's lips. "You're all
done."

"Thank you," Hermione said. She got up from the chair and pulled the white robe that
Cindy handed her on. She let it hang open. A rather horrible idea considering who
walked into the room.

"Nice costume, Granger," said Malfoy, smirking, as he strutted into the room and sat
down. His eyes raked up and down her body giving Hermione that impression that he
was undressing her in his mind.

"Sod off, Malfoy," she said as she pulled her robe closed. She was wearing what
basically amounted to nothing, in her mind. She was wearing a black thong, and a black
corset, which sssfussfully prevented her from hyperventilating in her nervous state, by
completely cutting off her oxygen supply.

"I'm serious, Granger," he said as Cindy began to apply foundation to his face. "You
look good. I might not even need a puff before we start." He smi. .

Hermione rolled her eyes in disgust and stalked out of the room, before he could say
anything else. She was no longer nervous. She was annoyed. And when she saw Dean
as she walked over to the set, her annoyance grew.

"Hermione!" he said cheerfully, as he saw her. She walked up to him and said nothing.
"Are you okay? You look a bit peeved." He sounded a bit nervous.

"Draco Malfoy?" she exploded. "Draco fucking Malfoy?"

"Oh… that" he stammered.
"Yes, that!" spat Hermione. "Dean, I stayed when I found out it was porn, the least you
could have done was tell me that I would have to fuck Draco Malfoy!"

"Hermione… I - "

"Save it!" she interrupted. "Let's just get this over with."

"You… you mean you're staying?" he sounded surprised.

"Of course I'm staying, Dean." Her voice softened. "I'm sorry I yelled… I'm just… I'm
nervous and… all sorts of other stuff."

"I deserved it, Hermione. I should have told you that Draco was here."

"Well, I don't disagree with you." She said. "But I could have been nicer." Dean shook
his head. She saw Malfoy walk out of the dressing room. "Looks like Malfoy's ready."
Dean turned around to see him.

"Alright." He said. "He'll go over to…er… get 'ready' so to speak. Let's just get you
into the bed and such." Hermione followed him when he walked over to the bed in the
middle of the set, which had ropes tied to each post. The set looked like it was in some
sort of castle, and was set up to be in a circular room. The bed was not unlike the beds
used in the middle ages, smallish, and raised, with stairs on either side enabling people to
get on top of it with ease.

Dean motioned for one of the stagehands to come over and help him tie Hermione in. She
shed her robe and lay down on the bed.

"Tell us if it's too tight," Dean said, as he finished tying her left ankle to the foot of the
bed.

"It's all good," She said. Malfoy came striding onto the set, also shedding his robe, and
walked up to her.

"I think I like you like this, Granger," he said smirking. Hermione glared at him. She
had to admit that he was quite attractive in his half aroused state, his hair slightly tousled,
and looking slightly out of breath. She shook her head to clear it of the thought.
"Fuck off," she told him.

"Oh, I will," he raised his eyebrows. "And you'll be helping me." Damn him! Hermione
glared.

"Draco," said Dean from behind them. "You're ready?"

"Just need my cape," said Draco as he smiled, revealing the pointed vampire teeth that
Cindy had added for the scene, and would continue adding for the rest of the film. He
shed his robe and put on the cape that he had been carrying in his hand. AlriAlright!" said Dean, happily. "Let's get filming. Places, everyone!" He yelled as he
backed out of the shot. "Rolling!" he yelled, once he was out of the shot. Someone
echoed him.

"Lights!" he yelled. The echo came again.

"Camera!" he yelled, and once again, there was an echo.
"Action," he practically whispered.

Robert entered the room through the wooden door located on the right. "I trust you're
finding your accommodations pleasant?" he asked, his pointed teeth showing through his
smirk.

"Who are you?" Eleanor asked, distressed. "What do you want from me?"

"I would think that would be quite obvious, my dear." Said Robert, continuing to smirk.
"What are you going to do to me?"

"Nothing you won't enjoy." Robert lunged on top of her, causing her to shriek. She tried
to move away, but the ropes held her quite firmly in place. Eleanor whimpered. Robert
smirked. He pressed his mouth against her unwilling lips and tried to force her mouth
open, but she managed to turn her head away before he could slip his tongue between her
lips.

"Give in next time," instructed Dean.

"Feisty, aren't you?" Draco delivered his line, kissing her again, and Hermione gave in as
instructed. And she decided that it was not at all a bad idea. Draco was skilled to say the
least.

Robert's hands began moving over Eleanor's torso, sending shivers up her spine with
every move he made. He began placing light kisses over her jaw line, down her throat,
his sharp teeth grazing over her pulse points. He continued to kiss his way down until he
came to the swell of her breast, blocked by her corset.

"Remove it," instructed Dean, from somewhere off to the side. Hermione had completely
forgotten he was there.

Robert removed her corset by simply ripping it apart and throwing it to the side. Then
Draco paused. This gave Hermione's mind to catch up with what she was doing. She
looked around in shock. The lights were so bright… and there were so many people
watching… her thoughts were cut short when Draco sucked on of her erect nipples into
his mouth. Eleanor gasped.

One of Robert's hands played with her other breast as his other hand travelled down her
stomach, over her hips, and slid between her legs. She moaned. He began licking his
way down her stomach, his tongue swirling around her navel, as he continued on his way
down.

Hermione moaned, more out of protest than pleasure, when Robert removed his hand, but
gasped when his mouth replaced it. His pointed teeth created a rather fantastic feeling
when he added light nips to his licking, and sucking. He finally became fed up with
trying to keep her underwear out of the way and ripped it off of her.

Draco slid two fingers inside of her, smiling when her hips began to move of their own
accord. He could hear Hermione gasping with pleasure, and knew it was because of him.
He didn't know why this pleased him, only that it did. When she began trying to twist
away, he steadied her hips with his other hand and continued to lick her, sliding his
fingers in and out of her.

"Okay, Draco," said Dean, from somewhere off to the side. Draco, too, had forgotten
that he was there. He pulled his fingers out of Hermione, and upon hearing her moan of
protestation, groaned. He lifted himself up and rid himself of his trousers, leaving him
completely naked except for the rather ridiculous cape that the people in costumed had
insisted he wear.

He positioned himself so that he lay between Hermione's legs, bending down to capture
her lips in a kiss as he thrust into her. She moaned into his mouth. He began kissing her
neck. She moaned louder.

"Good, Hermione." Said Dean. "Now remove his cape."

"Dean," she said, managing to sound peeved even though she could barely speak. "My
hands are tied to the bedposts. What exactly am I removing it with?"

Draco laughed at her reaction and removed the cap himself. Instead of returning his hand
to the spot next to Hermione's head where it had been before, he moved it down between
them to press against the bundle of nerves she had there.

Hermione groaned. Each time he thrust into her his hand created a delicious friction that
threatened to send her over the edge. She could feel the pressure building somewhere
around her navel.

Draco began moving faster inside of her. He could feel her muscles contracting around
him as she cried out her release, and he followed soon after her, groaning as he collapsed
on top of her. They stayed in that position for several minutes, both breathing heavily.
"Cut!" yelled Dean. "That was fantastic, guys." He said. Hermione seemed to realize
where she was again.

"Crap,e mue muttered.

"You weren't half bad, Granger." Whispered in here, still inside of her. In fact she had
pretty much been the best he'd ever had. But he'd be buggered if he'd let her know it.
"I've had much, much worse," he confessed.

"Just untie me," she ground out. He complied by reaching over her head and untying her
wrists. She rubbed them tenderly before shoving him off of her.

"Hey!" he yelled as he fell off the bed, and onto the floor. t wat was that for?"

Hermione ignored him completely and proceeded to untie her ankles and get up from the
bed, grabbing the robe a stagehand handed to her, as she stalked off toward the dressing
room. Draco thanked the stagehanr thr the robe handed to him and watched Hermione's
retreating figure, shaking his head.


[Author's Note: Okay.. so it sucked ass… review anyway!]