A Mudblood's Treachery. NEW CHAPTER up! Finally.

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Hermione was obsessed. She was never ugly, but never before did every single piece of hair stay in place, regardless of her state. Never before had her skin looked so blemish free. It was a heady experience walking down the hall and having boys stare at her in shock and admiration. No wonder Malfoy was so confident all the time.

Hermione knew he had been putting some sort of spell on her the whole time. All the times in class when she would look up and notice his blindingly blonde hair, reflecting sunlight angelically she would curse the fates that gave Malfoy is perfect good looks. Now, she realized it was a farce.

In the shower, after the water hit her hair she knew that she had forgotten something. Shampoo, soap and conditioner. Her hair would never forgive her if she left without putting something in it. She had looked under the sink and found a small bottle of what looked like conditioner and laved it on, once she rinsed it off, it felt silky so she assumed it was just GOOD conditioner.


Hermione dashed back to her room, practically spitting the password at the portrait. The painting swung open and she ran inside towards the bathroom. Hermione opened the cabinets below and looked for the bottle inside. Finding it, she pulled it out and unscrewed the top. It smelled like elderberry and lavender. It is feminine for Malfoy, Hermione decided with a smirk.

“No!” yelled a voice behind her. “Seal that up!”

Draco stared across at Hermione with a look of panic. Hermione reluctantly did what he asked but she turned to face him immediately. Draco licked his lips, as he suddenly noticed how small the bathroom was.

“What is this!?” demanded Hermione, handing him the bottle.

Draco gingerly took the bottle and set it down on the counter. “It’s a powerful attraction potion. My mother gave it to me. It makes the user become irresistible to those around them. Guys, girls, dogs, whatever... I need to deliver it to Headmaster Snape, it was a payment for services rendered,” Draco smirked slightly at Hermione.

Hermione turned ashen by his taunting words. Payment for Dumbledore’s death is what was unspoken. Hermione smacked Draco in the face, hard.

“You bloody bastard…” whispered Hermione hatefully. Her eyes were ripe with tears threatening to fall and she flinched internally waiting for Draco to retaliate.

“No, don’t cry beautiful,” whispered Draco, and he moved closer to her, his eyes narrowing thoughtfully. “I couldn’t bear it, sweet.”

He captured her wrists and pulled her close up against him. Hermione startled by the sudden gentleness, froze suddenly and she could feel the heat from his body seeping into hers.

Draco lowered his mouth against her own and his tongue touched the inside of her mouth, teasingly. Hermione gasped in surprise and Draco groaned, pushing her back against the bathroom counter, his hands exploring her body, through her shirt.

“Malfoy! What are you playing at?” hissed Hermione, her hands pressing against his chest. Her heart began to pound at the firm contours of his chest.

“Malfoy?” Hermione squeaked but he was too busy pressing his mouth at the pulse of her neck, traveling down to her collarbone.

“Gods, you are so beautiful, Hermione,” murmured Draco, as he lifted her hips to sit on the edge of the bathroom counter. Draco wedged himself between her thighs, his fingertips sent small trails of fire up the sides of her thighs, and she could feel herself growing wet with excitement. He hooked his fingers through her panties and jerked them down and Hermione gasped as he brushed her wet curls.

“Malfoy. STOP, I said STOP,” whimpered Hermione, her voice strangled.

Malfoy lifted his head and his silver eyes looked dazed and pleading with desire, etched into his beautiful face. “Why Hermione? Please, can’t I kiss you, just once more?”

Hermione was not a fool and she knew that the potion was affecting him. Hermione felt weak though, she longed for comfort so much that anything was better then being alone right now.

“Yes, Draco, you have my permission,” Hermione said softly.

Draco dropped down and spread her legs apart with frighteningly easy strength. Draco dipped his head between her legs and licked at the soft folds beneath. Hermione grasped his silvery hair and tugged with pleasure.

Draco began to lap at the sensitive flesh, with eager abandon, his teeth gently nibbled at her clit; his fingers spread her folds apart, while his tongue darted inside the hot, moist center.

The combination of his tongue and fingers drove her over the edge and she exploded, crying out as her knees buckled, spread before him like a sacrifice. However, she trusted him, and she had no idea why.

Hermione was suffocating with pleasure. Draco was doing things to her in such a subservient and gentle way, she could almost convince herself that he genuinely cared about her. Hermione began to murmur love words at him, as he brushed a kiss at her thigh, unbuckling his pants.

Draco slowly rose up and stared down at her with clear, guileless need in his soft gray eyes. His pale hair spilt across his broad shoulders and he gently pushed her legs farther apart.

His eyes seemed tender gentle and up-close, his eyelashes seemed impossibly long. He was like some beautiful, golden angel, descended upon her and Hermione felt a gush of wetness between her legs when he positioned himself at the apex.

“Thank you love for trusting me,” Angel Draco said and he captured her mouth tenderly before slowly pushing inside her, breaking through her hymen.

Hermione arched in pain and whimpered. Draco moaned from the tender claiming of her flesh, he could feel the tightness stretching out and she was sopping wet from his previous attentions.

“Gods, your so tight goddess… I never meant to hurt you,” whispered Draco as he slowly began to move inside her, harder and longer.

Hermione gasped as she stretched inside to fit him. He was perfect for her; each stroke felt long and deep. His mouth was searing across her own, as he possessed her harder and harder. Hermione wrapped her arms about his neck, and bit his neck as he drove in deep.

“Your mine, Hermione. All mine, you clever girl, say it,” whispered Draco hoarsely. He plunged deeper inside, and he exploded inside her, groaning as he emptied himself in her womb.

Hermione gasped and gave over to the mindless pleasure the sensation provided, hoarsely crying out what he wanted to hear…

“…Draco!” screamed Hermione.

“---- Draco!” screamed Pansy from the doorway, her eyes rounded with shock.

“Mr. Malfoy, this is hardly exemplary behavior for Head Boy to be engaging in…-----” Headmaster Snape drawled laconically before he broke off in shock and stared at Hermione Granger clearly engaged in sexual intercourse with Draco Malfoy. From the looks of it, this was a first for her.

“What the bloody hell is going on here?!” Snape demanded quietly, shutting Pansy Parkinson out behind him with the bathroom door.

Both teenagers had the good grace to flush suddenly, but Draco turned around with a sheepish smile on his face that had never belonged there before.

“I couldn’t help it Professor, I love her,” cried Draco. “I don’t care what Voldemort might -----” Draco was cut off when Snape cast a silencing charm over him, with a panicked look.

He turned on his heel to face Hermione, who had grabbed a towel to conceal her body from his view. Hermione’s face was red with embarrassment or afterglow. Snape was not sure which.

“Perhaps you might be able to clue me into why Mr. Malfoy is acting so out of character?” Snape queried silkily.

Hermione nodded towards the bottle on the ground. Snape leaned over and picked it up. After reading the bottle, he gave Hermione an intense look.

“You realize of course that only Draco felt the effects of the potion. You as the user were under no such compunction to participate in the affair,” Snape studied her with a combination of pity and disgust.

Hermione nodded slowly and stared at the ground. “One hundred points from Gryffindor for being so pigheaded and foolish,” murmured Snape with a queer look on his face. He turned on his heel, grabbing Malfoy by the shoulder. “Let’s sort you out.”

“Profess…. Headmaster Snape?” warbled Hermione, taking a step towards him.

“Will Draco remember what happened?” Hermione stared at him fearfully.

“I’m not sure. Probably not,” replied Snape scathingly, and he ushered Draco out in front of him. Draco turned around to look longingly at Hermione’s face before the door shut between them.

Hermione stared in the mirror but her looks had not changed How long did the bloody potion last for? Hermione slid down the bathroom cabinet to the floor. She dropped her head onto her knees and relived every single sensation that Draco had just invoked with vivid detail, while trying not to cry.

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Snape grimaced slightly as Draco swallowed the antidote for the feelings that the potion had evoked. It was strong stuff; Narcissa always did make the best love potions, volatile and creative. Draco stared across at Snape, his memories coming back to him and his eyes widened suddenly.

“I didn’t,” stated Draco flatly.

“No, it was your twin brother,” sneered Snape.

“Pansy saw me! She will tell Voldemort, the hag,” hissed Draco. He ran his fingers through his hair in exasperation.

“Ususally love potions aren’t activated by just looking. Was that not what we agreed upon, Mr. Malfoy? Looking? I have long been aware of your fascination with Ms. Granger but we agreed that it needed to die a quick death, hmmm? Did you touch her first?” demanded Snape, circling the boy.

Draco rubbed his neck, thinking for a moment. “No, she slapped me. It must have activated it. She really hates my guts,” Draco touched his cheek where a bruise was beginning to form. “And she boxes like a damned Amazon.”

Snape had serious doubts as to Hermione’s supposed hatred of Draco, but he was NOT encouraging that suicidal affair. “Pansy… You need to assuage Pansy’s anger, Draco.”

“Yeah, I know,” grumbled Draco, standing up.

“How are you going to deal with Hermione?” Snape raised an eyebrow.

“Easy, I am going to pretend I never remembered any of it,” hissed Draco and he walked out of the Headmaster’s office.

Snape made a sound of disgust. Sure, like that was going to work.









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