The Prime Princess

And then she saw him…

The elegantly hansom Italian who was cute as hell with his darkened blue eyes, golden tan and the most beautiful but sheepish smile on his full lips. She felt his hand on her face and the touch was like fire, burning its way through her nerves.

Hermione kept looking into his eyes, searching for the soul that could tell her, who was that God who made such an extraordinary creature that ever walked on this land. Vaguely she started to see the name behind the image.

“Blaise…” she whispered and covered his hand with hers. Her memory played tricks on her when things came rushing back to her. At first she remembered him only from some of the classes and from the library… The quiet one… Never participating in harassing first-year students… A dreamy look always on his face… And then all that was replaced with a charming and carefree Blaise Zabini – a close friend with whom she shared most of her darkest secrets. A blazing awareness washed over her when she realized something. Her awoken feelings made her blush.

Blaise stared at her and tried to read all those emotions running over her face. She looked so alluring and that stirred the need inside him. Hermione smiled and removed his hand from her cheek only to entwine her fingers with his.

“I think I like you a lot,” Hermione confessed sleepily before she could stop herself and dozed off. Blaise caught her and cursed the potion for kicking in so soon. He had wanted this moment to go on forever but life was everlastingly ironic.
***
It was Sunday and it was late afternoon. Hermione had been laying off for 3 days and she was getting bored. Finally being off of the potions, she had escaped from the overprotective professor Snape and moved back in to her dorm. She had confronted several questioning stares from fellow housemates but her personal bodyguard had chased them off. Millicent helped her to settle in and kept the nosy Pansy on the other side of door. The three of them shared a secluded quarters down in the dungeons in the seventh-year girls dormitory.

Hermione itched for a big dusty book but somehow the feeling wasn’t strong enough to make her to go to the library. Instead of doing an essay for some class, she soaked in a big bathtub and unwrapped her hand. The skin under bandages was completely healed and all creamy again. When she pulled off the last bits, she almost chocked right there. On the very spot where she had been squeezing the Time-Turner, was a glowing mercury mark.

“Aahh,” made Hermione out of disgust but took a closer look. She recognized the mark – it was the symbol of eternity, often used in math equations.

“That’s odd,” she mumbled and started rubbing it feverously with soap. The mark didn’t come off but started glowing even more brightly.

“Come on, this is ridiculous!” growled Hermione and took a harsh washing cloth to get rid of that thing. She was even ready to peel of the skin if necessary. She was so engrossed with her grooming that she didn’t notice someone stepping into the Prefects Bathroom.

Suddenly she felt rough hands grip her from behind and yank her out of the bath. With one slick move she was on her back and struggling under Draco. His usually cool impression was distorted in anger when he hovered upon her and grinned wolfishly.

“Imperio!”

Hermione fell limp and a glazed look came over her fiery eyes. Draco breathed heavily, trying to get back his composure but failed when his raging feelings drove him over the edge.

“You…” he hissed and leaned even closer, so the tip of his pointy nose touched hers, “You cuddle with Snape and you are my dad’s favorite pet! You! From all of the witches! You had to tell Blaise that you love him?!” roared Draco with fury and wanted to hit the witch but instead he sank his teeth into her bare shoulder.

Pain woke her up from inside and the warm, fuzzy happy feeling retreated a bit. Hermione was able to hear Draco’s harsh voice from distance. So, this is like to be under the Imperius, reasoned Hermione.

“Say you want me,” growled Draco and sucked the bite mark. The skin under him was still wet and smelled from the spicy foam.

“I want you,” answered Hermione dully but that didn’t satisfy him. Draco wanted more as he kissed and licked her collarbone up to her neck.

“Say you love me,” purred Draco and let his hands wonder all over her naked and slick body. His hardness was pressed against her soft thigh but she didn’t react to it the way he wanted to.

“I love you,” said Hermione plainly. She was just a puppet on strings – no feelings, no conscience, no nothing but he wanted all of her.

“THEN LOVE ME!” bellowed Draco and all of the sudden she came to life with passion. Her hands flew up and tore his robe open. Draco gasped, as his shirt was ripped apart with buttons flying around. Her lips attacked his mouth with such a force that Draco was knocked off to his back and straddled by hungry Hermione.

“Yeah, that’s it, mm, aaah!” moaned Draco when his plaything moved down on his body and pulled the belt from his pants. He watched her play with the leather strap, rubbing it over her gorgeous breast only to tease growling Draco.

“Put an end to my miseries,” hissed Draco, grabbed from the belt, and pulled her down to kiss her thoroughly. His hands gripped her hips to push her lovely cunt onto his still cloth-clad cock. Grinding himself against her made him feel so good but greed whipped him to want more. He muttered a quick spell that removed all his clothes and left him feeling the luxurious caress of her naked skin on his. That made him even harder if that was even possible.

“I need you now,” breathed Draco huskily and Hermione obeyed by sinking slowly onto his cock. He looked up to her flushed face and groaned from the feel of her satin wetness gripping him and making him loose all the control. With a tormenting slow speed she began to ride him, making all those lovely noises he had longed to hear from her.

Warm cloud filled her head, making her do anything to preserve that feeling. Like a drug-addict, she needed it like air for staying alive. She remembered that once one of the DADA professors said that it was possible to fight with the Imperius Curse and to shrug it off but it would take real strength of character. In the hazed mind of Ariston, she stumbled onto something. Years ago she had used the same curse to make one certain person to buy her a sugar-quill. She was just four-year-old pampered kid… and she couldn’t remember if she had taken it off or not.

Draco came hard with her name on his lips. Hermione followed him in the climax and cried out.

“Lucius!”

“What the fuck?!”
***
“Oi, Ariston? Are ya daydreaming?” drawled Draco stepping onto the edge of the bathtub and crouching down. Hermione turned around and stared at him, trying to understand what had just happened. She was still in the water and he had all his clothes on. Had she just had a divination or was it just a peak into his wicked mind – she didn’t know but was certain that this will never happen if she didn’t let it to.

“Sweet,” purred Draco and looked at her naked body. When Hermione realized that he was ogling her, she did the very first thing that came to her mind.

“Tempus Katalepsis!” she shouted and felt a sting in her right palm traveling up her hand to finally reach into her chest with exploding ache. Screaming out, she slumped under the lukewarm water with hands clutching her sides.

When the pain eased a little, Hermione emerged to the surface gasping for air and stared at Draco who was frozen into place. She grabbed a fluffy pink bathrobe from the edge and covered herself up. Getting out of the bath, she examined him from a safe distance and was stunned when she found out that the unknown spell had frozen even his flowing robes and hair in the motion. The splashing water hung in the middle of the air and in the dim light of hundreds of flickering candles littering the bathroom floor, she could see glowing amethyst edges of defection in the timeline.

That was no Petrificus Totalus. Oh no, that was something new and very ancient. Hermione gathered her things from the floor where she had left them and noticed her own wand in the pocket of her robes. She hadn’t used a wand to stop Draco!

“I can freeze time?” she was more stupefied when the Malfoy. Gaping at her discovered power; she left the bathroom and was greeted by eager Millicent.

“I saw him coming in but I couldn’t stop him cause I don’t know the password and…” started Millicent but Hermione smiled warmly.

“Don’t worry, Millie, he got what he deserved,” told Hermione and walked back to dungeons.
***
At supper Hermione sat between Pansy and Millicent at the table and read The Daily Prophet she had missed in lunchtime. Pansy kept talking about her latest conquest – Dorian Montgomery, a cute bad-ass slytherin. Millicent kept her focus on her plate and Hermione tried to read the article about library for what her parents has donated a huge sum of gold. Somehow her gaze came to rest on the other side of the Great Hall – on the Griffindor table. The everlastingly famous Harry Potter with his I-killed-Voldemort-all-by-my-self pride blasted on his face, sat with his adoring fanclub. The president of his club, Carmen Granger was laughing at something what the stupid Weasel had said. His little sister sat snuggly in the lap of the goddamn hero of the millennium and basked in his glory.

“Argh, that just makes me sick,” grumbled Hermione and rolled up her newspaper.

“What makes?” asked Pansy curiously.

“The-Boy-Who-Survived-To-Be-The-Pain-In-My-Ass!” told Hermione and stared at her salad in front of her. Millicent looked up from her second bowl of dessert and saw quietly fuming Hermione.

“And what are you gonna do about it?” asked Pansy while checking her reflection from the mirror she always carried with her.

“I’m gonna get back my Head status and then I’m gonna beat Potty in Quidditch,” hissed Hermione and dug her fork into the green stuff.

“Aw, I can see a beautiful plan being born here,” squealed Pansy with glee.

“You can bet on that,” snorted Hermione and munched her vegetables.