What a Witch Needs

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Not So Funny

Harry stood on a moving staircase as it was switching, anxiously tapping his fingers on the banister. He had changed out of his costume, grabbed his wand and his invisibility cloak, and was on his way back down to the ballroom. The cloak was draped over his arm, waiting for the right time to put it on. It was the only way he would be able to use his wand at the ball without getting caught.

As he waited, he noticed Ron climbing up another stairway from below. “Ron,” he called out, “why aren’t you watching Hermione?”

Ron looked at Harry with panic, “She’s not there Harry! I was coming to tell you.”

“What? Are you certain?” Harry asked, anxiety growing by the moment.

“Yeah! I looked all over. I don’t know how she slipped away so quickly,” Ron answered, a confused look on his face.

Harry didn’t like how all this was sounding. He was starting to suspect that something more was going on here than they knew. “Ron, get back down there and search some more. I’m going back to my room for the Marauders’ Map,” Harry called out as he waited for the stairs to go back to where he started from.

“Good idea,” Ron called out. “Let me know if you see her on it.”

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Hermione lifted her arms gracefully above her head as she swayed her hips in a slow, circular movement in time to the sensuous music seemingly flowing from nowhere. She turned her body in all directions giving Draco a view of her from every angle. Draco’s breathing deepened and his eyes hooded with lust as he said, “Mmmm… very nice.”

Hermione smiled seductively at him while her hands lowered to her shoulders and then proceeded to caress over her breasts. She cupped her breasts from underneath and lifted them even higher, causing the pink of her areolas to peek out. The entire time she never stopped the slow rhythm of her hips moving seductively and causing the hanging veils to sway, giving Draco a peek at her shapely legs underneath.

Her fingers now pointed downwards and slid over her ribcage and towards her belly. Draco felt the blood rushing to his groin as she placed both hands with her fingers splayed over her flat lower belly and caressed soft skin. His leg fell to the side and he couldn’t help but place one of his hands over his own groin, rubbing his erection through the silken trousers. The anticipation of watching her almost touch herself was killing him. “That’s it, love, a little lower,” he rasped out.

Hermione inched the fingers of one hand down over her throbbing clit while she swayed, enjoying the groan she heard from Draco’s lips. She closed her eyes and moaned with pleasure, her tongue gliding across her lower lip.

“Gods!” Draco breathed out. This was more exciting than he ever thought possible. Who would have ever thought that Hermione Granger could get him so worked up? Draco pulled the drawstring on his trousers and stuck his hand down the front. His fingers wrapped around his rigid cock as he began to give himself some relief from Hermione’s teasing. He wanted it to be her hand on his cock, but he wasn’t planning on rushing things. He knew that this situation was a rare opportunity and he fully intended to draw out tonight’s pleasure.

Her breathy noises were growing louder as she was coming close to climax until Draco ordered, “That’s enough!” If she were to cum tonight, he wanted it to be by his hand, not hers.

Hermione reluctantly pulled her hand from atop her pleasure nub and looked at Draco, hurt. “Did I displease you, Master?”

“No, my dear, you’ll have plenty of time for that later. I want to see a real belly dance.” Draco wondered if Hermione would know how to do one since it was only a spell. He clapped his hands and said, “Music!”

Lively belly dance music filled the room and Hermione smiled, jumping right into the quick rhythm as if she had practiced all her life. Her hips rocked and gyrated as she held her arms playfully out towards Draco in supplication. She turned in all directions again and Draco watched her lithe body motions with intense interest, his eyes sweeping over every part of her. Hermione moved closer to where he was sitting so that her belly was only two feet from his face. Draco’s gaze slowly traveled up her body, pausing on her shapely breasts and then continuing to her face. She was gazing down at him, an invitation clearly written in her eyes.

Never in his life did Draco expect to see Hermione Granger look at him in that way. Never did he think he’d want her to, never… until now. Of its own accord, Draco’s hand reached up to her moving hip and placed itself there as she danced her teasing dance. Before he walked into this room tonight, his plan had been to humiliate Hermione in every way he could think of. He had thought it would be extremely funny to see her face when it was over, when she realized what had happened, that she had been a willing slave to her enemy. But now, as he gazed up into her eyes, he felt this situation was anything but funny. He felt his body and his mind reacting to her as he never thought possible. Something indescribable seemed to shift inside his mind and it confused him.

He removed his other hand from his trousers and gently grasped her other hip as he rose to his knees in front of her dancing body. Hermione slowed her moves and watched him, excited. His mouth had a mind of its own as he leaned forward and caressed her bare belly with his lips. He closed his eyes and brought his tongue gliding across the top of her silken pant edge, making her shiver in delight.

Hermione moaned when she felt the wet heat of his mouth and placed her hands behind his head, lacing her fingers through his soft hair, urging him onward. His tongue found its way up to her belly button, swirling and probing in and around. Draco found himself thinking how good her skin tasted, like cinnamon and vanilla, and he wanted more – much more.

Suddenly she backed away and broke from his grasp, a teasing smile on her face and her heart pounding frantically. She danced her way out of his reach and continued to torment him with her swaying hips. Draco couldn’t take anymore teasing. Now that he had a taste of her, she wasn’t going to get away. He sprang to his feet and strode five steps, closing the distance between them. Wrapping his arms about her waist, he pulled her up against his body, bringing his lips down to hers. Hermione wrapped her arms around his neck, compelled to give her Master what he desired.

His kiss was rough and bruising at first. He could not contain the need that was bubbling up inside of him. Draco had never wanted someone this badly before and he couldn’t understand why it had to be the girl he most despised. His need confused and angered him and he tightened his grip on her as he took his pleasure from her mouth, sucking her tongue onto his and dominating her mouth in every way. Again the thought of how good her mouth tasted distracted him. She was allowing him to have his way, even encouraging him as her hands moved through his hair.

He pulled his lips away and looked down into her face, breathing hard with his mixed emotions. The way she looked at him in complete trust and desire, completely unnerved him. A battle raged in his body and mind. He was supposed to hurt her tonight, humiliate her. But somehow, all that had changed.

His hand moved up the back of her head, wrapping the strands of her long hair through his fingers. “Damn you,” he whispered to her as he lowered his face towards her lips again. This time his kiss was much different, no longer meant to hurt. He kissed her with all the longing he felt inside and the desire to have Hermione continue wanting him the way she was. The kiss deepened and continued as they both teased each other with their tongues, imitating the dance of future things to come. When he lifted his head this time, he examined her desire filled face. He knew that once the costume was removed, the spell would be broken. This sweet, trusting face would then turn angry and hostile at him for what he had done. And for once, he didn’t want her anger. For once, he wanted something completely different…

He moved her back away from him at arms length and saw her face turn confused. “Doesn’t Master want me?” she asked.

“Yes, Hermione, Master does,” he replied. “More than you could ever know. Listen to me. I’m going to release this spell, and when I do, you’re going to be extremely angry with me.”

“No! Hermione could never, never be mad at Master! Never!” she insisted.

He grinned and shook his head. “You will, trust me. But I want you to know that I didn’t go through with all of it, Granger.” He turned away and went back to the cushion he was sitting on before, reaching under it to retrieve his wand.

Behind him he could hear Hermione pleading, “Please, Master, don’t go away. I liked what Master did to me. I want more and more.”

‘Yes, so do I,’ Draco thought, almost regretting his decision to release her. When he turned around with his wand in his hand, he heard, “Expelliarmus!” Draco’s wand flew out of his hand and into the waiting fist of Harry Potter.

Harry had just reached the Room of Requirement, and as he opened the door, he saw Draco turning to face Hermione with a wand. Now Harry had control of Draco’s wand and his own. “Potter!” Draco yelled, surprised and irritated. “Give it back, you fool.”

“Yeah right, Malfoy! Haven’t you done enough to her? You’re going to pay for this one,” Harry said, angrily. He pointed his wand at Draco.

Hermione yelped and jumped in front of Draco, shielding his body with her own. “You will not hurt Master!” she cried.

“Hermione, he’s not your Master. It’s a spell,” Harry replied, sharpely. “Get out of the way.”

“No!” Hermione stated, not moving.

“It’s the costume, Hermione,” Harry explained. “It’s making you think you’re his slave.”

“No! You lie!” Hermione cried.

Harry could see that Hermione was not going to believe anything he said right now. This was definitely not going to be an easy rescue.

“Well, Potter,” Draco laughed from over Hermione’s shoulder, “the only way to get your little Hermione back would be to remove her costume. Would you like the honor or… should I?” Draco moved his hands around her bare waist and Hermione laughed and purred with delight.

“Get your hands off her, Malfoy!” Harry yelled. Harry pointed his wand at Hermione and tried a counter charm. Nothing happened. He tried a few more and still nothing. Draco continued to run his hands over Hermione’s midriff and lick at her neck as she squealed with delight. It was obvious that Draco was enjoying his torment of Harry.

Draco finally said, “Potter, you idiot. One must be wearing my outfit in order for a counter charm to work. Her costume is magically tied to mine. Either you give me the wand back, or we strip her bare. I know which one I vote for.” Draco’s tongue glided over her shoulder, causing Hermione to moan.

Harry stood there in indecision. Maybe he should just go and get some help. Or maybe he should… No, he couldn’t. He couldn’t let Malfoy see what he was capable of. Never give the enemy more information than they should have. Draco leaned over and whispered in Hermione’s ear. She laughed and nodded. Hermione kept her body directly in Harry’s line of vision as she began a seductive walk towards him. She smiled and gave him a throaty laugh, sauntering closer, her hips swaying sensuously.

Harry held his wand at the ready, wondering what he should do. He should have used this opportunity to strike at Malfoy, but Hermione was distracting him utterly. His body went into total reaction as she came before him and put her arms around his waist, purring while she brought her lips to his neck. Harry tried to keep his wits about him, but Hermione was now kissing and licking his neck. “Her… Hermione… stop,” he muttered with a shaky voice.

Hermione’s next movements were too quick for him to stop. She grabbed Draco’s wand, which Harry had stuck in his belt on his back, and at the same time her other hand swiped Harry’s own wand out of his hand. She twisted quickly in the opposite direction. “Hermione, no!” Harry yelled as she threw the two wands through the air and towards Draco. Draco caught them easily and quickly flicked his own wand to shut the door to the hallway.

“Well,” Draco smiled, “I think I can improve upon that.” With another swish of his wand the exit door completely disappeared from sight.

Harry stood there stunned while Hermione sat on the floor where she had fallen, laughing with delight.

“As for you, Potter, let me see,” Draco said, pretending to think hard. “Oh yes, gravitationus magnificus,” Draco pronounced, pointing his wand at Harry. Harry flew backwards and slammed into the wall. He was stuck to the wall like a fly caught in flypaper. Hermione giggled some more.

“Now,” smiled Draco, “let’s have some real fun, shall we?”

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