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

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Hermione rolled over in her bed and touched between her legs. She felt sore from last night’s experience. Hermione checked her watch and sighed. It was six am. Surely, Draco would not be up yet. She did not want to face Draco, but she had never hidden from school before.

Hermione reluctantly got into the shower and dressed quickly for the day. Hermione was out the door in record time, twenty minutes later, she was eating a small breakfast in the hall.

Thirty minutes later, she was standing outside of Potions, hopping from one foot to another, impatient for the class to begin already.

Professor Slughorn walked gingerly towards the excitable young woman who was outside of his classroom. Professor Slughorn cleared his throat, “Ahem, Ms. Granger.”

“Ah! Professor Slughorn, excellent. I was hoping to see you before the beginning of class,” chattered Hermione, as she watched him unward the classroom door.

Professor Slughorn stared at her nervously, and mopped his sweaty brow. “Why would that be, my dear?” replied Slughorn, as he moved inside the classroom.

Hermione followed and dropped her bag of schoolbooks on her desk. She wet her lips nervously and advanced on him. “I was wondering if I could garner your assistance with a problem I have,” whispered Hermione.

“I need a contraceptive potion, Professor,” ventured Hermione, her eyes slam shut in embarrassment.

“Ohho, Ms. Granger. Certainly, although wouldn’t you feel more comfortable talking with Madam Pompfrey?” queried Slughorn with a puzzled look.

“Not unless I want every Deatheater in Hogwarts, knowing my business,” replied Hermione with a wan smile.

“Yes, I can see that,” whispered Slughorn as other students began to file in the room. “Come to see me after class.”

Hermione nodded and slunk into her seat, pulling out her notebook as she sat down. Hermione’s eye caught on the shining tendrils of Malfoy’s shiny blonde locks. Why did that bastard always have to look so good?

She really missed Harry and Ron right now. She could only imagine what they would say. Bloody Hell and the like, probably. Hermione chewed on the end of her pencil, thinking hard.

Draco saw Hermione chewing on the end of her pencil and to his relief it did not make him want to jump on her and begin fornicating. The potion Snape gave him must have worked. He did not seem remotely interested in her.…HE was kissing PANSY Parkinson!!!.

Hermione stared as Draco began devouring Pansy in the back of the classroom. Hermione stared up at Slughorn, but his back was turned to them.

Hermione huffed, and stared back at the Slytherin gang and Blaise Zabini winked at her. Hermione flushed and turned back to the board, scribbling down the potion ingredients as they materialized, and did her best to ignore the tongue-wrestling contest in the back.

Hermione to her utmost horror, felt tears about to form in her eyes, and her throat felt tight as she numbly scribbled the numbers down.

“Don’t cry Granger, you might mess up your potion,” whispered Draco, as he finally made his way next to her. As Head Boy and Girl, they were paired together in Potions, much to Hermione’s bad luck.

“What does it matter to you Draco? You will just buy your way through this school, it’s not as if you operate on talent,” sneered Hermione, dashing her fists across her cheeks quickly before going back to the potion.

Draco hissed slightly, “You dare to criticize me, you filthy little Mudblood?” Draco grabbed her wrist painfully, and he pulled her face closer to his own. His eyes were hateful as he stared into her face.

Hermione jerked her arm back from his grasp and knocked the potion on the floor. The fumes began to waft up from the spilt potion and Hermione gasped, “Oh no, Professor Slughorn help!”

Professor Slughorn moved with all the speed of a hippo out of water, Draco and Hermione reeled back as the first wave of the potion curled up their nostrils.

“Who’s responsible for this mess?” cried Slughorn, staring at the potion that he quickly evaporated before it affected the other students.

Hermione’s eyes grew round in dismay and she replied without hesitation, “I am.”

Draco simultaneously replied, “I am.”

Slughorn sighed heavily, staring at the two of them.

“Malfoy, Granger, escort yourself to the spare Potions classroom next door. I will be with you in a minute.”

Hermione scurried out of the class and went next door to wait. After a minute, Draco joined her and sat across from her with a surly expression. He slammed himself into a chair and crossed his arms.

“Why were you kissing Pansy Parkinson?” whispered Hermione, after a minute of silence. She clapped a hand over her mouth.

Draco sneered scornfully at her. “Because I need to convince the slag that she is a better shag then you, which of course is a lie,” replied Draco jeeringly and then he covered his mouth.

“We were making Veritaserum?” cried Hermione, with a panicked look.

“No, you were making Gnothe Seauton, a distant cousin to Veritaserum and infinitely harder to control. It is sole purpose to turn the person who partakes of the potion into a truthful, questioning wizard, it is commonly used when soul searching or trying to discover great truths. It was developed by Albus Dumbledore in the early 1900’s, solely to discern a way to defeat He-Whom-Must-Not-Be-Named. A side effect to the potion is that the imbibed cannot lie, not to themselves or others. For only in truth do you find true purpose and enlightenment,” Slughorn said wearily, leaning in the doorframe.

“The affects of the potion will probably last for a twenty-four hour period. Unfortunately, I cannot allow you students to leave until the affects wear off. I fear both of you have far too many secrets to run lose around the school,” Slughorn rubbed the bridge of his nose. “You are truly not having much luck with potions are you Mr. Malfoy?”

Draco’s eyes popped open when he realized what the sweaty old professor was saying. “Isn’t there a counter potion? An antidote?!” Draco slammed his hand down on the desk.

“No, Mr. Malfoy. I will have the House Elves escort you back to your rooms to wait this out comfortably. I will have one of the teachers deliver your assignments. I dare say that this will probably increase your learning capabilities and that should not be wasted!” replied Slughorn almost cheerfully. Slughorn narrowed his eyes in thought, turned on his heel and left.

Hermione was terrified of saying something else in front of Draco and she ran towards the door and heading back to her room. Tossing the door open to her room, she crawled under the blankets in her bed and tried to close her eyes. She was bursting with questions, reasons, answers and she could not talk to anyone here.

Draco did not even seem to be having the same problems. Although he did give away what he was doing with Pansy. She felt a surge of hope. Maybe Draco was not as bad as she thought. Nope, she was still a complete dunderhead. Malfoy did not even seem to be upset by any of this.

Draco made his way back to the room. Hermione was not in the common room. Draco pushed open her bedroom door and saw a bundle of hair beneath her comforters.

“Hiding in bed?” drawled Draco as he walked inside her room.

“Go away Draco,” hissed Hermione from under the bed.

“No,” responded Draco as he walked to the side she was facing. He looked down at her snuggled inside the comforter and he felt a pang. She looked miserable and she would not look him in the eyes.

“Please Granger? I need someone to talk too. Slughorn said it would be like this," murmured Draco.

“Why did you have sex with me?” Hermione sat up with a stricken look, her hair sticking up slightly, and the comforter billowed out around her appealingly.

“Ron was supposed to be with me this year. We were going to be together, but now I can never have sex with him,” whispered Hermione in sudden realization.

The thought of denying what happened did not even occur to him in this state.

“Come on Granger, just because I popped your cherry, doesn’t mean you can’t have sex again. I assure you that is not the case,” smirked Draco, and he sat on the edge of the bed.

“That’s not it. You were amazing, what if Ron isn’t? I could never bear to compare the two of you. You’re a Deatheater who hates me, and he is a caring, courageous boy that would have married me eventually.” Hermione said the words bluntly; Draco suddenly had the urge to gag her.

Draco choked slightly, at her earnest expression. She obviously believed that he was so good in bed that he would ruin her for other men.

“I think you may have a similar affect on me. I cant stop thinking about how you taste like honey. I have never tasted someone so good in my life.” Draco closed his eyes in anguish.

“I’m sorry,” whispered Draco and he hung his head. “This is a bad idea, but the urge to confess my sins is strong right now.”

Hermione narrowed her eyes slightly. “Were you really going to kill Dumbledore?”

“No, I couldn’t. I tried to get out of it. The Dark Lord was holding my mother hostage. I had no choice,” murmured Draco and he stared angrily at her.

“DON’T start on this path. There are things that I know that you don’t want to even hear about.”

Draco grabbed her as her mouth opened to ask another traitorous question. He pressed his mouth against her own, his tongue delving inside to explore. Hermione moaned in pleasure at his insistent hands, trailing along the outside of her shirt.

“So bloody beautiful,” cursed Draco as he finally lifted his mouth from hers.

Hermione gasped, and Draco turned to her with his wand in his hand. His eyes darkened with desire.

“Silencio,” he whispered, obvious reluctance in his eyes. Hermione yelled and no sound came out. Draco pressed her down on the bed, and he looked at her lips as words formed. Hermione mouthed,

“Do you hate me?” Draco cast the silencing charm on himself as well. He mouthed back, “No.” His usually cold silver eyes were darkened to a stormy gray that was tormented as he stared down at her.

Draco slid his fingers under the comforter and revealed Hermione lying there, still in her school uniform. He pulled off his robes, and dropped next to her on the bed. His chest was sculpted from Quidditch and he had a light dusting of pale blond hair that trailed down his taut belly. On his left arm, the garish mark of the Deatheaters pulsed, and Hermione’s eyes widened.

It occurred to her that she had not seen it before, but then again, he had never taken his robes completely off. He wore black drawstring pants beneath and he looked unbearably beautiful to her. Hermione wet her lips staring hard at his body. He slipped under the covers and pulled her up to rest on his chest.

Hermione could feel her heart pounding. She asked questions that he did not see, and could not answer. Draco tilted her face up to his and their lips met in a silent kiss, the softness of his lips, sent a tremor through her and she gave in to his wordless questions of more.

Draco’s fingers began to explore her curves, teasing a point here and there, encouraging her body to open up for him. His glittering silver gaze never left her face.

Her mouth opened and closed as she gasped in silent passion. Draco pulled off her panties and tossed them aside, as he stroked her center, Hermione climbed on top of him, and she could feel his erection through his pants.

She straddled him and his face tightened in desire as she rubbed against him, Draco lifted her and shimmied out of the pants, as she lowered herself down on him. His cock slid deep inside her and she arched back taking the length of him with a silent gasp.

Draco was whispering something reverently, as she began to ride him, taking from him, milking his cock. His hands came up from behind and unclasped her bra, her breasts spilled out and Draco suckled one in his mouth, bucking up inside her, continually until a long time later, they both mutually orgasmed together.

Draco exhaled harshly against her neck as she went limp against him. Draco pressed his lips against her forehead tenderly, as he rolled her over on her side away from him; he continued to whisper all the words that they both dared not hear.

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