Murky Waters

ok, obligatory statement. not mine, jk rowling\'s i\'m only playing here.

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Chapter Three: Who\'s Hunting Who?
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\'Hey, Harry,\' Ron Weasley greeted his best friend as he joined him and Draco Malfoy on one side of the Hall. The blonde leaned arrogantly against the wall behind him, his arms crossed over his chest. He\'d grown accustomed to Weasley\'s presence, even if he and the red head still had the occasional pissing contest. The two men nodded to each other, then Ron was pointing across the room. \'Who\'s that red head over there? The one standing by the wall on her own. She\'s bloody gorgeous!\'

Both Draco and Harry followed his extended finger to the object of his attention. The blonde chuckled when his eyes landed on the girl. Weasley was in for a surprise, to be sure. He saw Potter shake his dark head in a negative response. Harry didn\'t know the girl, either. Draco gestured to the woman and spoke. \'Well, go and talk to her if you fancy her,\' Draco insisted, managing to keep his face neutral. \'Find out who she is.\' Ron eyed him suspiciously for a moment, then shrugged and sauntered off to do just that. Harry turned to him, staring hard.

\'What are you about, Malfoy?\' he demanded.

\'Just watch, Potter,\' Draco insisted. \'You\'ll see soon enough.\'

The two young men watched as the red head approached the object of his desire. The girl looked at him and a smile came over her face. She acted as if she knew him, and Draco was having a hard time stifling his laughter. Harry watched as she put her hands up, pulling her mane of fiery tresses into a pony tail. The blonde heard the dark headed man next to him choke on his sip of butter beer, then turned and looked at Draco. \'That looks like.....\'

\'Kendra MacLeod. It is,\' Draco nodded smugly. They continued to watch as she and Ron spoke for a bit longer, then Harry spoke again.

\' Isn\'t that?.....\' his hand gestured to a dark figure moving up behind Ron, a plate of food in his pale hands.

\'Professor Snape, yes,\' Draco was now laughing out loud. Ron\'s face went pallid beneath his freckles, and his facial expression went to one of pure horror as he turned to face the Potions Master. The two of them spoke for a moment, then Ron was making his way back across the floor to the two of them. He had a panicked look on his face. On the other side of the Hall, Snape was watching the young man head away from him while the young woman standing next to him was speaking with a faint scowl on her face. It looked rather similar to the one Snape always wore.

\' I don\'t bloody believe it. Not only is that girl someone we went to school with, but she\'s with Snape!\' Ron announced as he drew near. \'Harry, do you remember the girl in our class who always wore a pony tail and a pair of thick spectacles?\'

\'Kendra MacLeod,\' Harry commented.

\'Yes, that\'s the one. That\'s her! And she\'s here with Snape, if you can believe it! She\'s bloody gorgeous, and he\'s such a slimy git! And she\'s with him, looking at him with all smiles and....... it\'s sickening! It\'s a bloody waste!\'

\'She\'s been with him since last June,\' Draco informed them quietly. He was still grinning about Ron\'s run in with the Professor, but his voice held a contemplative note as he talked. The two other men turned to look at him. He looked as thoughtful as he sounded. \' I haven\'t yet figured out why she stays with him, but she does.\'

\'Might have something to do with the baby she\'s carrying,\' Harry motioned toward the girl with the hand that held his butter beer. The two others looked back to where she stood with Snape. Her hands rested on her belly, while his held the plate. He was looking at her, but it was too far away to see what kind of emotion was on his face. The swell of her stomach was noticable from where they were, her hands cupping it.

\'Oh gods! I think I\'m going to be sick!\' Ron insisted, his face scrunching up as the whole of the situation hit him. Draco chuckled, while Harry seemed to be studying the pair intently. \'The thought of Snape having sex is not something I want in my head. And with such a beautiful girl! There\'s something not right about that!\'

The red head continued on about the injustice of the situation. Draco found himself bored with Weasley\'s rantings and drifted away from him and Potter. He wandered the Hall idly, searching the face for someone he wanted to talk to. The party was fairly boring, but he hadn\'t expected much else. He was restless for some reason that he couldn\'t explain. It had been some time since he\'d seen Kendra MacLeod, and his little chat with her earlier had been enlightening. She had seemed happy enough, stuck with Snape as she was. He had thought that she would have run screaming from the bloody git by now. She was either terribly stupid, or he was nicer to her than he would ever let on.

Draco strolled past the staff\'s table, loaded down with platters full of all types of foods. He lifted a chocolate cupcake from one, licking at the frosting as he ambled about the room. A flash of silver caught his eye, and he turned. The Beater from Durmstrang was standing several feet away. Her back was to him, and she was in discussion with Fred and George Weasley. The twins were smiling and laughing at something she had said. He felt an irrational stab of jealousy at the sight of the three of them together. It was almost as bad as when she had been hugging Viktor Krum earlier. That had made him want to throttle the other man, and he had no logical explanation for the feeling.

The two of them had been playing some sort of game since practise that morning nearly a month ago. Each time one saw the other, they issued taunts. On the pitch, they had tried to unseat one another. She had been effective in keeping him from the Snitch in their game together, and she had very easily avoided any of his dives. He couldn\'t figure her out. Was she playing the game he thought, or was it something else entirely?

\'And the way you kept Malfoy from the Snitch! It was brilliant!\' Fred was saying as he moved toward the trio. She smiled at him, but said nothing. She was waiting for the comment about her block of Harry at the last possible moment.

\' And we musn\'t forget how she nearly tossed Harry off his broom,\' Draco said from behind. Three pairs of eyes turned to him, and he managed his arrogant smirk. \'Weasleys.\'

\'Malfoy,\' the two replied in unison. There was an awkward silence for a moment, then the twins looked out over the crowd.

\'I see Ron,\' George told her. Not that she had any idea who Ron was. \'We\'re going to go say hi to our little brother. It was nice chatting with you, Illiana. You\'ll have to come see our shop before you go home.\'

\'Yes,\' Fred nodded. \'Best jokes in the wizarding world!\'

\' I\'ll do that,\' she replied. \'It was so nice to talk to you both.\' She and Draco watched the twins move away with an easy grace, leaving the two of them essentially alone among the crowd. \' I get to finally meet you off the pitch, Mr. Malfoy. An honor, I\'m sure.\'

\'Please, call me Draco,\' he returned, glancing about at the stone walls. \'Call me Mr. Malfoy here, and I\'ll think you\'re one of my bloody teachers. And since I\'ve been out of Hogwart\'s for nearly two years, that\'s not a good thing.\'

\'Very well then, Draco. So long as you call me Illiana,\' she smiled at him. He looked at her and was immediately captivated. Her eyes were nearly the perfect match for her robes, and they seemed to pull him into them. She was quite beautiful, in an almost fae sort of way. And she was eyeing him like he was to be the main course of her dinner.

\' Illiana. I\'m impressed by your abilities on the Quidditch Pitch. I can honestly say I\'ve not met any woman to rival you on the playing field,\' he complimented lazily.

\'And you, Draco,\' she paused for a moment, and her mouth quirked up in a mischievous grin. \'You\'ve a wonderful seat.\'

He was so stunned by her words that he was speechless. She stepped closer, letting her gaze sweep the length of his long, lean body. He could smell the faintest hint of some perfume on her, but he couldn\'t name it. It was a heady blend of sweet and spicy, and it made his groin tighten. She finally met his eyes and smiled at him. It was the kind of smile one saw on a predator. He was reminded of a shark, circling it\'s prey before diving in for a bite. \'Is there some place we could go? Some place a little more private?\' she asked him, her gaze hooded.

\'Of course,\' he recovered himself. \'If you would follow me.\' She nodded, allowing him to lead the way across the crowded floor toward the doors of the Great Hall. They slipped from the room, almost undetected except for a pair of black eyes that narrowed in speculation. Draco turned for the stairs, leading her down toward the lower floors. She didn\'t question him, knowing instinctively that he was leading her to the dungeons.

The lower floors were all darkened except for one corridor, She wondered why they would leave the hallway lit at night. It seemed silly to her. But she said nothing, merely followed after the blonde before her as he moved forward through the labyrinthine halls with complete confidence. They passed the door she knew was shut on the Potions Lab and kept going on down, to where there were no lights. He didn\'t bother with his wand, knowing his way by heart. His hand reached out and found hers so he could lead her to their destination. Her fingers closed about his, warm and soft, despite the grip maintained on a broom when flying.

The door loomed up before them suddenly, a single torch in the wall casting faint light on the wooden panel. He pushed the door open, pulling her in behind him. When the door was shut after them, he uttered a simple charm that would keep the door locked until he disarmed it. He turned to her and found her studying the room quietly. Nothing had changed about it in the near two years since he\'d last set foot in it. There were plush, fat pillows strewn about the floor. Silken curtains covered the stone walls. A low, wide bed was centered in the middle of the floor. Several wrought iron stands were set about the room, each holding a dozen lit candles.

\' I discovered this room in my second year,\' he said in answer to the question on her face. \' I came here when ever I wanted sex. When I was desperately in need of some head or full intercourse. A few of the others knew about it, but I was just about the only one that used it. It hasn\'t changed much.\'

\'And you brought me here why?\' she decided to see if he would tell her anything. He gave that arrogant smirk of his and tossed his robes off, his fingers working on the buttons of the waist coat he wore.

\'Because it\'s private, like you asked,\' he replied, pulling the waist coat from his torso. She watched him, trying to keep the look in her eyes neutral until he stated his business. She had a feeling she knew what it was, but she wanted to hear him say it. \'And because I intend to fuck you bloody senseless.\'

\'Now that\'s what I thought you were going to say,\' she stepped over to where Draco stood and put her hands on the button of his trousers. Her fingers made quick, easy work of his fly, popping the button and pulling down the zip. He practically stepped out of them. One moment, they hung about his narrow hips, the next they were on the floor and he was pulling her over to the bed.

He was going to push her down on her back, but she rolled at the last second, pulling him with her. Kendra\'s words were still ringing in her ears. Malfoy likes a strong and forceful woman. She maneuvered him onto his back, settling her fully clad form on top of him. He stared up at her for a moment, confusion plain to read on his face. She smiled down at him, then leaned forward and kissed him. His hands crept up to grasp her shoulders, but she pulled back and captured them with her own.

He groaned as she slid from him to stand next to the bed. She withdrew her wand from under her robes and pointed it at him. In a moment, he found himself bound to the bed. The ropes at his wrists and ankles went under the mattress, so he could not pull them loose. \'What the bloody hell are you doing?\' he demanded as she slowly divested herself of her robes.

\' I am taking control. What does it look like?\' she replied, folding her velvet garments up neatly, laying them on one of the larger pillows on the floor.

\'Control? Why?\' he watched her. She was nearly fully unclothed now, and he was painfully aware of what she was doing to him. His cock was so hard and tight, he was afraid the damned thing would explode. And she had him tied to the bed like some bloody slave. He wanted free, so he could slam himself into her for even considering this course of action with him. He was a Malfoy, after all.

\' I was told you liked your woman forceful,\' she replied, dropping the last bit of her clothes, a pair of silver panties that very nearly matched her hair, to the ground. He stared. She was completely lacking in hair. Anywhere. Her legs were free of it, as was her mound. It was flushed pink at the moment, telling him that she wanted him in the worst way. Her words penetrated his sex fogged brain and he scowled at her.

\'Who ever told you a stupid thing like that?\' he practically snarled, pulling on his bonds. It only served to choke his limbs.

\'Kendra did. She said you liked forceful women,\' Illiana admitted to him. She watched his scowl deepen before he let off a stream of curses.

\' I\'m going to kill the fucking bitch! Shite! I can\'t. Snape will have my blasted testicles on a platter should I harm her! I\'ll find a way to pay her back for this! You can bloody well count on it!\' she allowed him to rant for a few moments before she shushed him. Apparently, the other girl had mislead her for some reason or another. Not that it mattered at the moment. She had the golden godlet at her mercy. She intended to make good use of the situation. \' I intend to curse the brat she carries. Make sure it\'s as sour and nasty as Snape! I\'ll give it.....\'

His words died off when her mouth took the very head of his cock into it. He groaned low in his throat, his raving forgotten as he felt the moist interior of her mouth close over the length of him. His hips lifted, and she took the hint, taking more of him into her mouth. Her hands slid under his ass, fondling his cheeks as she bobbed up and down on him. He gritted his teeth, wishing his hands were free to curl about her platinum hair, to push her further down on his stiffened shaft.

Illiana relished the feel of his thick cock filling her mouth. He was hard and hot, his hips thrusting up to meet her downward strokes. He was smooth and supple, his muscles developed, but not huge. He had a perfect body and a perfect cock. She was going to enjoy taking her time with him. Of course, his being tied up would do nothing for her needs. Unless, of course, she chose to sit on his face. The thought of it had her pussy tightening. Oh yes, she chose to sit on his face.

He groaned when her mouth pulled away from his erection. He watched as she moved up him, her heavy breasts hanging down as she crawled on hands and knees up his body. Her eyes were nearly black with her passions. He knew what she was about when she leaned over him for a moment, staring at his lips. Then she was kneeling over his face, her swollen pussy lips just above his face.

The musky smell of her arousal was intoxicating. It made his cock stiffen even further. He waited as she settled her knees on either side of his head. Slowly, she lowered herself down. He lifted his head so that his tongue could slide out to lap at her swollen folds hungrily. She moaned at first contact, the tip of his tongue slipping over her clit. Then the small pink muscle was stabbing into her moist channel with vigor.

Illiana sighed, knowing that she would have to give up her position soon. Her legs ached from not being able to sit down fully. At any rate, she wanted to feel his cock with in her. She rose up off his face and moved back down his body, her gaze locked on his hard shaft. It was swollen, an angry red and purple color that told her he needed release in the worst way.

Draco watched his partner as she knelt over him, preparing to lower herself onto his erection. He\'d never admit it, but there was something to be said about being at someone else\'s mercy. He was still going to get the MacLeod bitch for this. Somehow..... A thought occured to him, and he gave a nasty mental smile to himself. He would go right ahead and activate the charm he\'d put on the leash and collar that had been used on her. It would serve her right for putting him in this situation. He figured Snape to be a man who liked master and servant scenarios. The collar and leash would ensure it, the moment he put them on her. He could be.....

The thoughts fled his mind as the woman with him sank herself down over him. Her pussy sheathed his cock in it\'s tight muscles. He groaned, wondering how he could think of one woman when he had this one with him. It was simple. He was a Malfoy. A Malfoy could think about revenge at any time, no matter what he happened to be doing. Or how disarmingly attractive the partner he was doing it with. And Illiana most assuredly was attractive. He\'d gotten a hard on the first time he\'d seen her. Not a smart thing to do when one was sitting a broom.

She felt herself stretching to allow him complete entrance. He filled her nicely, and she sat on top of him for a few moments, savoring the feel of him inside of her, before considering moving herself on him. Draco\'s eyes had turned to liquid silver in his desire, and he was staring at her with the hungry gleam of a predator in them. It looked as if he wanted to eat her. Not a bad idea, as he was terribly good at it, but she needed to have him inside of her at the moment.

Her hips flexed, shifting his erection just the slightest bit. The friction the move produced made him grit his teeth. She looked down at him, her eyes now holding the same look in them that his held. Very slowly, she began sliding herself up and down the length of his cock. His hips lifted to meet each one of her downward strokes, burying himself deeper with in her. She was hot and wet and tight around him. He wanted, no, *needed* his hands free so he could fuck her properly. She was squeezing him with her muscles, and he wouldn\'t last long if he couldn\'t regain control.

The charm came to him in a flash, and he muttered it under his breath, throwing all his concentration into it. He felt the bonds at his wrists and ankles give way. He was free, and he would take back full command of the situation. Illiana was in the middle of taking him deeper when he thrust his hips up. She gasped loudly, then felt his hands grabbing her.

In a moment, she found herself on her back, Draco\'s lean body poised over her. He grinned down at her wickedly, then began to truly thrust into her. She groaned loudly as his cock filled her, stabbing into her with reckless abandon. Her hands found his backside, fingers curling around the tight cheeks of his ass as he slammed himself into her. She was ready to come, his brusque manner pushing her closer to the edge.

\'Oh yes,\' she hissed in his ear as he bent low over her. Her muscles were contracting wildly about him, announcing the imminent arrival of her orgasm. He lowered his head, taking one of her breasts between his lips. His teeth bit down on the nipple hard, and she gasped. Her body arched against his, her position shifting so that his cock slid against her clit as he thrust into her. \'Oh gods!\' she gasped.

He felt the quivering of her pelvic muscles a moment before her pussy clutched at his cock in a vice like grip. He moaned, feeling her orgasm hard around him. It was enough to bring him over the edge as well. His cock jerked inside of her, then he was shooting his hot liquid seed into her. She wailed in his ear as he continued his thrusts for several more moments, ensured that her clenching muscles would milk him dry.

The two collapsed into a heap on the bed, panting and gasping loudly for breath. When he was somewhere near normal, he slid from the bed and reached for his trousers. He glanced at her for a moment, gestured to her neatly folded robes. \'Get up and get dressed,\' he ordered curtly.

\'Why ever for?\' she asked him, not yet moving.

\'Because, we\'re going to my place,\' he replied, now slipping his shirt on. She shrugged and slid from the bed, then reached for her robes. \'And you can skip the under clothes. You\'ll not be needing them. I don\'t intend to let you get dressed at all.\'

It sounded like her idea of paradise.....

end chapter three.
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