Adamo Fidelitas

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WARNING: NC-17 material in this chap

Adamo Fidelitas 05

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The white-haired wizard stood in greeting, straightening his beard as he rose. His blue eyes twinkled merrily. \"Good day to you, Severus,\" Dumbledore greeted warmly. The golden stars on his periwinkle robes shimmered as he motioned for the younger man to take a seat. \"What seems to be on your mind?\" he asked unconcernedly.

\"Malfoy,\" responded the Potions Master sullenly, as though that one word held all the meaning that the Headmaster could possibly desire. Rather than accept the proffered chair, Snape crossed hims ams and paced in agitation. The paintings of the former Headmasters whispered back and forth excitedly around the small room.

\"I see,\" responded Dumbledore, with a note of weariness in his voice. He resumed his seat tiredly. \"I assume that you are speaking of the younger Malfoy. Are you not, Severus?\" Dumbledore asked, and when the other man nodded his dark head with a snort, Dumbledore smiled slightly. \"What has Draco been up to now?\"

Snape launched himself into pacing harder than before, setting his long oily hair flying. He drew his sallow features up into an expression of extreme frustration. \"Albus, I have tried since the day that boy arrived at Hogwarts to help him. I have tried to stop him from making the same…\" Snape paused, searching for the right word, \"foolish decisions that I made in my youth. I have tried to break the hold that Lucius has over his son by every subtle method I could devise. Not only does that idiot boy seem bent upon throwing away his promising future, but he also seems determined to create entirely new massive blunders for himself.\"

Dumbledore knew that Snape had felt a kinship with his young student over the years, as though events from Snape\'s own youth had been replaying themselves in the life of Draco Malfoy. He tuned into the intense ambition inside Draco that was eternally thwarted by the luck and fame of a strutting Potter and a group of self-righteous Gryffindors. Snape could feel the heat of Malfoy\'s grudge, as he watched Malfoy try again and again to either excel past them or dishonor them in their grand spotlight. How very like Snape\'s own rivalry with James Potter and his friends.

Snape had tried to push Draco into avenues where the boy could excel, in hopes that a niche of his own would cure Draco of much of this rivalry. Once, knowing that Draco had come to Hogwarts with an understanding of duels and hexes that Potter did not possess, Snape had paired the young man against Potter in a dueling club during their second year. The idea had been for Malfoy to taste the recognition that he so craved, but in execution the youth had again been overshadowed when it was revealed during the duel that Potter was a Parselmouth. On the Quidditch field Potter had superior skill and grace, despite Draco\'s more acute desire. Snape could only watch him repeatedly fall in defeat. Draco could pass Potter academically, but the limelight still shone upon Hermione Granger.

So Draco continued to struggle. All the while Lucius\'s voice would whisper into Draco\'s ear, berating his continued failures, mixing with Draco\'s own ambition, and making him an easy mark for his father\'s influence. Snape felt as misused by fate anderleerless as evas has he was reduced to recognizing Malfoy\'s widely overlooked accomplishments himself and railing against Potter and his ilk out of personal sympathy.

Dumbledore nodded with a compassionate air. \"Mister Malfoy is indeed a handful, Professor, but you have done far better by him than you credit yourself for in my opinion,\" Professor Dumbledore told the aggravated teacher before him.

\"Albus, I have reason to suspect that young Mister Malfoy has been brewing love potions in his spare time,\" Snape confided despairingly. \"Last week, he was asking me questions about the counter potion for a very powerful lust philter. His behavior has been very odd for over a week now, and he has been making mistakes that even a first year should know better than. I\'ve heard complaints from other teachers as well, Professor,\" he said gravely.

\"It sounds to me as though this potion must not be having the effect that our brash Head Boy was hoping for,\" Dumbledore observed with a raise of his eyebrows. \"There seems to be a rash of undesirable magical effects plaguing his friends as well, you know. Why just the other day, I was heading down to have a cup of tea with Hagrid when young Mr. Crabbe passed by me with the most amazing singing furuncle growing out of the top of his head. That boil was tremendous, Severus! It did sing cat catchiest little tune though,\" the elder man mused, impishly humming a snippet of the carbuncle\'s song.

\"Yes, and they are not the only ones. I just watched our Head Girl trample upon an entire jigger of beetles after adding anti-venom to her Switching potion,\" Snape informed him sourly.

\"I daresay that is extraordinarily strange behavior from our astute Miss Granger,\" Dumbledore agreed, his former amusement creeping back into the azure eyes behind his half-moon spectacles.

\"Not nearly so strange as what I saw happen when she went to replthe the beetles,\" Snape complained, clasping his hands behind his back. He checked to be sure that the Headmaster was paying attention. Dumbledore appeared quite interested.

\"When she went up to the student cupboard, Mr. Malfoy followed her. It seemed like the usual teasing; he was holding the jar just above her reach, although I couldn\'t see her behind the drape of his robe,\" Snape began, pausing to rub the bridge of his large nose. He fidgeted in obvious discomfort, as he recalled the events of the class. \"That didn\'t seem out of place. They used the same contempt for each other as ever. I decided to end the teasing before a fight could erupt, and because they both needed to be concentrating on their work. I mean neither potion is right, for Merlin\'s sake!\" Snape gestured emphatically with a sweep of his hand, knocking over a wobbly stack of papers and frightening the crimson and gold phoenix perched beside Dumbledore\'s desk.

Dumbledore patted Fawkes reassuringly, as Snape continued. \"It wasn\'t until he lowered the jar, that I saw they had been up there groping each other. Upon resuming their seats, Miss Granger shot Malfoy a warning look, which he responded to with a grin.\"

\"I see. That is most peculiar. Is there any possibility that Mr. Malfoy was attempting to force his attentions on her?\" Dumbledore asked casually, resting his elbows upon the ancient wooden desk in front of him.

Snape shook his head. \"No, Albus. I would find that highly doubtful for three reasons. First, Miss Granger was in possession of her wand at all times and was quite capable of defending herself. Second, Weasley and Potter were only feet away and would have rushed to her side at her slightest word. Third, Miss Granger was in the process of extracting her hand from Malfoy\'s robe when he lowered the jar,\" Snape explained finally sitting in the overstuffed seat on the other side of the desk.

\"Well, yes, that does seem to rule that out,\" Dumbledore admitted. \"And I suppose they fit the symptoms of persons afflicted with the potion in question?\" Dumbledore posed delicately.

\"Individuals who fight the potion, as they must still be doing, exhibit lack of concentration, insomnia, decreased appetite, compulsive behavior, and over time insanity,\" Snape clarified. \"It\'s been a week and a half since Malfoy brought up the subject of Adamo Fidelitas, and his conduct since then is extremely suspicious of exposure to it.\" He twiddled his fingers in an uncustomary gesture of nerves.

Dumbledore pursed his lips, as he thought. \"I suppose I should tell Poppy that we have solved the mystery of the sleeping potions that went missing from the infirmary last week,\" Dumbledore pronounced, much to Severus\'s horror.

\"Headmaster! If this were to come out, it would not only disgrace both students but it would also mean expulsion for Malfoy. I have fought too hard to keep him out of the Death Eater\'s hands to lose him now!\" Snape exclaimed. \"If we hand him over to Lucius now, we could be giving Voldemort his strongest new recruit!\"

\"And if the hexes upon Crabbe and Goyle are any indication, his most creative as well,\" Dumbledore said appreciatively. \"No, I think we can handle this with a certain degree of decorum and in light of the situation a certain degree of leeway. I am very much mistaken if Miss Granger was the intended recipient of this potion. Otherwise, I\'m sure I would have never experienced that delightful little serenade from Mr. Crabbe\'s boil.\"

Snape grinned wryly. \"I am personally inclined to agree,\" he told the cheerful wizard.

\"I also doubt that either of our illustrious students are intending to ask for our assistance in this matter. How long will it take for them to reverse the effect, and what help can we provide them covertly in the meantime?\" asked the greatest wizard of the age, offering a cracker to his phoenix.

\"One of the ingredients in the cure is Helios Apple,\" Snape said bluntly, causing Dumbledore to laugh deeply. \"In the next six months there is precious little that we can do. We are dealing with two teenagers, pumped full of hormones, and a potion that only allows hormone levels to drop after… ahem… contact… with the correct person. The potion is not intended for teenagers, and the more they fight it the higher the levels of hormones in their system will soar. Unless matters change, it might be the highest mercy we can show them to throw them both in the path of a basilisk before they slide into irreparable lunacy,\" Snape ranted, to Dumbledore\'s growing amusement.

Tears leaked from the Headmaster\'s twinkling eyes, and he held his belly as he tried to quiet his laughter, which stemmed primarily from Professor Snape\'s tendency towards the dramatic. Snape looked at him in confusion and disgust at his reaction to the news. \"Relax, Severus. Perhaps, this mistake has solved our problems with Mr. Malfoy. With the knowledge of what\'s at stake, I\'m sure that our normally sensible students will come to some sort of understanding. As long as they are prudent and we have no alternatives, we may simply have to allow a few private liaisons. I\'m sure they won\'t be the first in the school\'s history,\" Dumbledore chided at Snape\'s look of objection.

\"Do look for alternatives, of course. Research any information that may be of help to them and make it available,\" Dumbledore instructed be Sna Snape could say any more. \"I will tell Professor Sprout to make sure that the Helios Apple is easily accessible. The particulars are not necessary. Perhaps, I should alert Remus to this situation though. His senses might prove useful to us somehow. I believe pheromones are quite detectable to the nose of a werewolf…\" Dumbledore was lost in thought.

\"Really, Professor!\" Snape growled. \"How does this possibly help us with Malfoy?\" he demanded, the corner of his mouth twitching in his deep frown.

\"For six years we have tried to expose Mister Malfoy to the virtues of Muggle-born students. He has shunned exposure to them as much as possible, and he certainly has not had any exposure to them under the guidance of his fatherDumbDumbledore reminded his friend. \"Now due to a completely unforeseen situation, young Draco will be coupled with our brightest Muggle-born success for the most of the school year. I\'m certain that will be a disappointment to Miss Parkinson and Mister Weasley, but if anything can enlighten our stubborn young Slytherin, extended exposure to the exceptional and intelligent Miss Granger is exactly what the doctor prescribed,\" Dumbledore declared with a flicker of triumph in his sparkling eyes.

\"That is provided of course that they don\'t kill each other before Draco attains such enlightenment,\" Snape noted dryly.

\"That would be a pity,\" Dumbledore conceded.

Draco walked out of Potions class in more than a little shock. Today he had intended to put her on the spot with his actions, and he had been quite surprised when Granger had found the temerity to caress him so boldly despite the risk. He wondered if the potion was the only reason that The Wonder Student would have the nerve to attempt such a thing. Perhaps, this potion would be in the best interest for the Mudblood. It could only be a sacrifice for Draco to be debasing himself with any witch of so foul a pedigree, but it did at least seem to be improving her in his opinion.

He watched Granger heading up the stairs, flanked by her customary bodyguards. The spawning ground for freckles had his hand on her back, and she was laughing at something Weasel had just said. Draco caught himself wondering if she\'d ever done anything so brazen with that ridiculous, long-nosed half-wit.

His jaw clenched, and he had to mentally berate himself for grinding his teeth over such a thought. He couldn\'t understand exactly where such a thought even came from. It obviously couldn\'t be jealousy he admonished. The very thought was ludicrous. It was territorial he admitted privately. Draco certainly didn\'t want her preoccupied with any other wizard, if he had a pressing potion-induced need. That had to be it. He repeated the thought to himself until it became dogma. Of course, that was all it was.

Draco wondered if there were any other charms he could use to banish these thoughts. The current plan, although admittedly enjoyable, wasn\'t working at all. Although he was able to temporarily clear his mind, his fixation on that insufferable Muggle insect only grew stronger and overwhelmed him more often. He\'d been in a terrible state of confusion and arousal for what seemed like a lifetime. If not for the concealing cut of the school robes, his predicament would have been visually evident to the entire school for the past couple of days. Draco had secretly reached the conclusion that his knob was likely to fall off soon if this continued.

He felt Pansy\'s familiar grip around his left arm, and he ignored it as they headed up the stairs together. Up in the main hall laughing students surged around them, like waves against the breakers. \"Draco?\" Pansy cooed, and he responded to let her know that he\'d heard her. \"I know how much you hate uppity Mudbloods, but I really think you\'ve been going too far lately,\" Pansy told him. Her voice carried an edge that he didn\'t like. He\'d heard it in her once before after he\'d made a small slip of the tongue at the Yule Ball during their fourth year. She obviously hadn\'t forgotten it.

\"You know I get tired of watching Potter and his friends act like they own this school,\" Draco replied coldly. He was not about to feed into the barb that he knew lay beneath her words. \"Why should that bother you now?\" he asked, as though the subject carried no significance to him anyhow.

\"Because a woman always gets jealous, when her man pays too much attention to another girl,\" Pansy told him tartly. She stopped and tugged him to a stop outside the heavy wooden doors. \"And I am supposed to be the only woman you\'ll ever need,\" Pansy reminded him in a throaty whisper, tracing her pointer finger along his heavy lower lip. He couldn\'t deny that Pansy was the type of girl who always let him know exactly what was on her mind. He wasn\'t deluded enough to think that this was merely a plea for sex. Pansy\'s ego was what needed the attention, and she was telling him that in no uncertain terms.

Draco tipped hein uin up to look her deeply in the eyes. \"Pansy, you are a witch like no other, and I could never forget that,\" he promised, wrapping his arm around her slender waist and guiding her to the Slytherin table while she snuggled against his chest. Draco reminded himself of exactly how vicious Pansy could be when jealous. He was relieved when she changed the subject to the trip to France that their parents wanted to send them on next summer. The hint was that it would be a honeymoo

A night with Pansy was strategically unavoidable, and Draco spent the rest of the day preparing psychologically for what had to be done. The consequences were probably going to include more damned sexual fallout with that opinionated Gryffindor. He had obligations to meet, and he couldn\'t let this interfere with his plans. Watching Granger flip her hair over her shoulder during Defense Against the Dark Arts, Malfoy could feel the pit of his stomach bottoming out again. The cursed noose was tightening, and he wondered just how long it would be before the choices narrowed down to succumb or strangle.

It wasn\'t until the next day that Draco understood just how high the price for that unwanted tryst was. By Friday afternoon\'s Double Potions, Draco had decided that were he ever sent to Azkaban the days since Tuesday night would be played continuously in his mind for the rest of his life. He couldn\'t think of anything worse than the mind ripping and physical need that he was now experiencing. He couldn\'t even allow himself to look at Granger for fear that he would throw that stupid cauldron at Longbottom\'s face and take her right in front of the entire classroom.

Draco stared bitterly at the lime-green sludge boiling in his own cauldron, and he wrinkled his nose delicately at the stench of it. People at nearby tables had all moved back to put as much distance between themselves and the horrendouncocncoction as possible. Perhaps drinking it would constitute a suicidal escape. He ladled a spoonful of it up and tested its consistency, watching it plop back into itself in thick glops. It was so wrong that he couldn\'t even wrap his mind around how he could have brewed such a thing. Had he been looking, he would have seen that Hermione was in a similar predicament.

Snape called for everyone to fill their vials and add a hair from their partner. Then, starting from the other side of the room, he began making his way around the classroom instructing each pair individually to drink their potions and noting their results. Most worked well, but others were disastrous. Dean Thomas ended up with one of Blaise Zabini\'s legs and her torso and arms, while Blaise ended up with his ears, scrappy moustache, and large feet. They weren\'t the only pair sent to Madame Pomfrey either.

When Snape stood at Malfoy\'s workstation, he was nearly overcome with the fumes of the potion. He scrunched his nose up and curled his lip, as he waved away the nauseating vapors. He shook his head reproachfully and glared at Malfoy, before moving on to Harry and Ron without asking Malfoy and Goyle to sample their potion. Malfoy closed his gray eyes and hung his head, feeling a familiar disappointment and guilt.

Snape also passed over Hermione and Neville with that expression of scorn, and Neville let out an audible sigh of relief. Hermione turned and stared at him with shock and hurt swimming in her large cinnamon eyes. She knew that the potion was wrong, but for Neville to react like that really smarted. She\'d helped him patiently for years, and now she\'d fallen short of him, and he\'d been afraid of her handiwork. She turned her back and crossed her arms over her midsection, and Neville fumbled uselessly for an apology. Not that she\'d wanted to drink the stuff either.

\"Class is dismissed,\" Snape told them, setting his grade book down and looking back up at them. \"Except for Miss Granger and Mister Malfoy,\" he added in a knife-edged tone that bespoke quiet recrimination. The class snuck looks of worry towards their own housemates and stifled sniggers at the members of their opposing house, before filing out and leaving Draco and Hermione alone to face Professor Snape. Harry, Ron and Neville tried to wait just outside the oak door, but Snape shooed them away before closing the door to the classroom and facing the two red-faced pupils waiting on his lecture.

\"The Headmaster and I recently had a discussion concerning your work so far this term. It has come to my attention that mine is not the only class where your performance has become intolerably abysmal. Both Professor McGonagall and I are most disappointed in the way your conduct reflects on your houses and the work we have done for you as teachers. In the thousyearyear history of Hogwarts, we have never before had to replace either of our Head students-let alone both,\" Snape snarled, baring his yellowed teeth, and Hermione looked up in terror. Draco simply grimaced and stared down at his table.

\"I do hope that it will not require the intervention of the Headmaster for you to understand the serious import of this matter. If there is any possible excuse for your sudden lapses, this would be the appropriate time to offer it,\" Snape said sternly, looking from one student to the other. Hermione squeaked uncomfortably and looked towards the pallid blonde who glanced back nervously, but neither spoke. \"Very well then,\" Snape concluded. \"We expect immediate improvement in your deportment. You both have two weeks detention, during which time you will redo this potion together. I expect it to be perfect when you test it.\"

His voice softened marginally. \"On a separate note, I am to inform you that the first Quidditch match of the season will be held on November the fifth. It will be Slytherin against Gryffindor, and invitations are to be extended to the parents of the Head Boy and Head Girl as is customary. Please ensure that you are both still in those positions come November. You are dismissed.\" Snape picked up his gradebook and blew out of the room like an ill wind.

\"Granger, please tell me that you have a fresh and brilliant idea to get us out of this,\" Malfoy muttered quietly, resting his head in his palms. He raised his mercurial eyes to look at her without changing his posture, and he groaned when she shook her head no.

\"I\'ve done some research in the library, which I\'m sure you\'ve already found on your own. The only way that I know of to…\" Hermione trailed off, letting the thought hang between them. If asked, Hermione would never have been able to capture her exact feelings in words. She could sense a charge filling the very air between them. There came a time when a hungry beast\'s jaws closed over its prey, and both recognized the reality of the situation. That was the moment when the prey ceased struggling and looking questioningly at the inevitable. There was a mixture of resign and excitement, desire and hatred, anger and curiosity. She feared that he would suddenly grab her and vanquish any further resistance with his strong body. She feared even more that he would walk away without doing so.

\"Unless you want me to fall upon you right now, Granger, I suggest you leave quickly,\" Malfoy told her in a voice carefully devoid of emotion. He\'d closed his eyes again, and a visible tremor ran through his body as he fought his own internal battle. She could see his control stretching and fraying right before her eyes. He was giving her the decision, but if she stayed, it wouldn\'t be hers for much longer.

Hermione stayed firmly where she was. \"Show me your left arm,\" she demanded with a resolve that surprised her. He looked to her with his brows drawn together in total puzzlement, and she repeated her demand. She watched the realization of what she was looking for spread across his fine features, and with a roll of his eyes he unbuttoned his oxford and slid his sleeve and the cashmere of hisper per up to expose his fair and unblemished skin to her eyes.

Hermione nodded in satisfaction and looked away before the fascination she felt at his flesh and at the sparse white-gold hairs glinting in the light could take over. \"Let\'s get one thing straight right now. If there is ever a mark there, I would die before letting you near me,\" she told him coldly. \"I do have principles above being Head Girl,\" she clarified, \"principles above preserving my mind even.\"

Draco\'s body seemed to realize what was being negotiated long before his mind clued in, and he rose with lithe grace and glided towards her with the elegance of a natural predator. Every nuance of him inspired that comparison and promised a heady mix of danger and pleasure in his embrace. It was her turn to shake as he drew nearer and she anticipated his intentions.

\"Alright,\" he growled, his normally deep voice carrying a new and exhilarating huskiness. \"In addition, we tell no one,\" he commanded, knowing that she already agreed. \"And neither of us shall use this against the other. It would be too easy to turn this into a weapon, and an incredibly effective weapon at that. When you need me, I\'ll give you what you desire. I expect the same in return,\" he told her bluntly.

His long fingers wound themselves into her hair, raising a lock of its silky length to draw her face closer to his. His other hand rested on her hip asserting his possession of her, as he pulled her against him. His presence overpowered her at this close distance, and she inhaled his intoxicating scent of subtle, warm and woodsy, masculine cologne with its notes of very expensive leather. His scent alone was enough to seduce her. It was unmistakably him, luxurious and costly, and it left her wanting to bury her face against his chest and breathe him in until he filled her very senses.

He brushed his open lips across hers with the softness of a feather, teasing her into response. At that gentle contact her heart beat so loudly in her chest that it felt close to bursting. He pulled back when she finally tried to catch his lips in a proper kiss. \"Follow me,\" he whispered. He enveloped her tiny fingers in his large hands and stepped backwards leading her towards the door. Snape\'s unlocked classroom with its noxious potions and pickled freaks was definitely not the place for this.

Hermione followed along, caught in the pull of him. He didn\'t touch her once they were outside, and he walked slowly ahead of her, trusting her to follow without turning to check. He led her through a narrow side corridor and down a shifting staircase to a deserted hallway. He looked around at the left wall between two dungeon doors. He took out his wand and tapped one of the stone blocks with it, and Hermione hugged herself as a doorway opened out of the stones.

Behind the seemingly solid wall stood a narrow corridor, which opened into a strange octagonal room lit only by a pair of candle sconces on the walls. In the dim light at the end of the corridor Hermione could see an ornately carved alabaster pedestal covered with a dozen snarling dragons and crowned with a deep bowl. She could catch glimpses of a dragon mosaic on the tiled surfaces of the room and two dark pits of shadow signifying archways leading to still more unexplored spaces beyond. Unlike the rest of the dungeon, th rth radiated from this new doorway, but Hermione could see no source of warmth in the shadowy recesses.

Malfoy took her hands again and pulled her into the corridor beyond, before the door closed behind them. \"Silencio,\" he rasped, using his wand to cast a silencing spell around the small dark space, as he pulled her against his heated body again. She heard him mutter a second spell against her hair, but she couldn\'t make it out. She started to ask him about it, and he bit her lip lightly. \"Contraceptive charm,\" he murmured, before sealing further questions with the heat and pressure of his lips.

A nervous thrill thrummed through her body at the realization that there was no turning back now. She was alone in some unknown area of the castle with Malfoy with nowhere to run, and nobody could hear her if she suddenly decided to protest. His hands ran over her waist, untucking her blouse as he sought the warmth of her bare back beneath his fingertips.

The million questions that Hermione had about this hidden space fled her mind as he traced the ticklish curve of her spine with his Quidditch callused fingers. Hermione shivered and ran her palms over his hard chest. His other hand was toying with the nape of her neck in the same manner, while his inquisitive tongue sought out the most sensitive areas of her mouth to claim.

She reached up and pulled his tie loose so that she could undo those top most buttons and covhe che crook of his neck with her mouth, lavishing his skin with the warmth of her tongue and the hard, insistent nips of her teeth biting at him. Malfoy growled low in his throat and pushed her black robes down her arms letting them puddle on the floor behind her. She had to step back long enough for him to peel off her Gryffindor sweater, and then he was back to kissing her as his hands played over the tender skin covering her stomach and back under her blouse, which hung free without the sweater over it.

Hermione caught his lower lip between her teeth, and sucked it gently as she pushed his robes away as well. He took the initiative of removing the cashmere barrier that prevented her access to his buttons and pulling the tails of his crisp white shirt out from thnd ond of his trousers, leaving them on equal footing as he maneuvered her into the room she had spied from the dungeon corridor.

This room was even warmer, the welcoming heat seeping out of the tile-covered walls and floor. Malfoy\'s nimble fingers pushed beneath the pale pink satin of her bra, ripping a soulful gasp from her at the first intimate contact of his bare skin against hers. The pebbled skin around her nipples tightened, as he tugged and rubbed the unbearably taut buds of dusky flesh in his sure grip.

Hermione practically ripped the buttons from his shirt in her rush to bare his chest to her. She devoured his flawless pearly skin with her kiss swollen lips, wondering at the marvelous texture of him, as she forged a path towards his flat pink nipples in their halos of that fine golden hair. The enraptured Slytherin whimpered as she carefully bit into his delicate skin, teasing his hardening nipple between her teeth with rough strokes of her tongue and sucking his skin into her mouth hard enough to make him moan loudly. Two could play this game.

Her doe-like eyes widened, as in a flash she found herself on the floor with Malfoy deftly divesting them both of their remaining garments. When they were both naked he pinned her beneath him with her wrists clasped firmly in one hand just above her head. \"We\'ve already had two weeks of foreplay, Granger,\" he husked against her breast. His hot breath made her quiver, and she writhed beneath him as he returned the treatment that she\'d just given him with a vengeance. He raked his nails over her other nipple just enough to make her buck harder beneath him at the intensity of the sensation. \"I\'ve had just about as much teasing as I can take,\" he groaned, pressing his rigid flesh against her triangle of cinnamon curls as evidence of his waning patience, before he released her wrists.

Remembering Parvati and Lavendar\'s tales of their first times, Hermione tensed. That enchanting desire was rushing away in the wake of the fear coiling in her stomach. They\'d talked about how it had hurt the first time, and she was torn between whether or not she should warn Malfoy. Would he actually be more careful if she asked, or would he savor the opportunity to hurt her? He felt so large and intimidating pressed against her this way. She reached down to touch him, curious as to just how big he really was.

His breath rattled dry in his throat, as her fingers closed around him, and he tried to push her hand away. She closed her fingers around the base of him, feeling the nest of his golden curls against the circle of her fingers. It wasn\'t as soft as the baby fine hair that framed his aristocratic face, but it wasn\'t exactly wiry either. She drew her fingers up the length of him, paying careful attention to the unexpected texture of him, smoother than the most expensive silks but hard in a way she could not describe. No part of her feminine body would feel remotely similar, and that made his alien flesh arousing in the most primal of ways. She guessed that he was possibly a little shorter than Ron, who was very long, but she could tell that Malfoy was much thicker.

He cried out and wrenched her hand away, when her fingers reached the broad, purplish head of his engorged flesh, and he pinned her hands again before she could cause him to lose his control with her inquisitive ministrations. A glistening pearl of pre-cum spread along the edge her hand, as it brushed past the tip of his aching hardness. He bit down on her left earlobe and exhaled into the cavern of her ear with breath as searing hot as his namesake. He was about to tell her off for stretching his control so thin when Hermione spoke first. \"Does it really hurt that much the first time?\" she asked sincerely.

Malfoy froze and cursed horribly enough to make Hermione jump. He drew back to look her in the eyes. Finding no guile behind her words, his silvery eyes showed that he was rapidly considering how to handle this situation. \"You\'ve really never…?\" he began, but paused without finishing the question. \"I don\'t expect that Weasel would be man enough to seduce anyone, but in two years of dating Krum I would have thought he\'d have already removed that particular barrier,\" he complained.

He could feel a piece of himself getting very excited at this revelation. Yes, there was a territorial part of him that relished the idea that he would be her first. Under the pressing need he was fighting though, he was not at all happy about the fact that he was going to have to hold himself back for longer still to take extra care with her. Hurting her, if he didn\'t have to, broke his own rules for their being together, and he wasn\'t going to just hand her an excuse to shun further engagements with him.

He rose to his knees above her, and Hermione got her first clear view of his naked frame towering over her. The shadows played off the defined sinewy muscles of his lean athletic form. His broad shoulders and heaving chest tapered down to the hard ridges of his flat stomach and his narrow hips. The fine white-blonde hair covering his tensed thighs gleamed in the flickering light as he rested his weight upon his heels. His stiff arousal jutted from that nest of golden curls, which grew from a thin line down his abdomen to cover the rounded pouch of his scrotum, looking both enticing in its proud glory and terrifying in its insistence and size. No, he was definitely no longer the annoying little boy she\'d met upon coming to Hogwarts years ago.

Hermione tried to swallow but her mouth had gone dry. \"Come here,\" he said hoarsely, grasping her by her waist and behind her ribs and pulling her to her knees. He turned her around pressing her back against him, his body like a line of fire against her back. He turned her head enough to capture her lips, and this time his kiss seemed so deep that he could be feeding on her very soul.

His fingers took the time to brush her disheveled curls away from her sofce bce before he began to run his hands down the front of her body, keeping her tightly pressed against him. She pushed her breasts into his open palms, as the passion pooled back into her. She drew a nervous breath when he slid his hands down to her hips and used the pressure of his knee behind her to spread her legs further. He shushed her gently, as his fingers delved into the crevice of her swollen womanhood. \"I promised I wouldn\'t use this as a weapon, remember?\" he whispered against her temple as he stroked that throbbing nub hidden in the soft folds of her skin.

Hermione nodded, unable to speak. \"Alright then,\" he drawled. Her breath came in ragged moans as one of the long fingers of his other hand probed her virgin entrance and slipped inside her. Her body stretched welcomingly, and she whimpered at new suresure that she felt around his searching digit. He pumped it in and out of her, not pressing deep enough to penetrate the barrier that he could feel inside. His other hand continued those lazy caresses that were designed to drive Hermione wild, without giving her enough friction to find release. He bent his head to suck at the juncture of her neck and shoulder, as he fought hard to keep control.

He waited until he could feel her hips undulating against him, before he added a second finger. He had to hold her hips harder against him to keep her inadvertent caresses from destroying his resolve. Her breaths became more ragged as she struggled to offer him her hips and draw his fingers deeper into her. \"Please,\" she moaned, rolling her head back against his shoulder and offering him more of her neck as well. She was very close, caught up in a rush of pleasure and adrenaline, before he plunged his fingers through the thin membrane that she\'d been so worried about. Her hips pressed back against him, taking his fingers deeper, and she groaned. He knew she hadn\'t felt any pain and had no clue what he\'d just done.

He slowed his caresses, and he swallowed her protests in his mouth, silencing them with his tongue, as he brought her with him to his feet. He pulled back his hand so that she could see the blood coating his fingers. Her eyebrows raised, and he could see her trying to figure out exactly when it had happened. He reached his hand out to the alabaster bowl of water in the center of the room, and washed away the blood. The water in the bowl magically refreshed itself as his hand drew back, but Hermione was too close to the edge to ask. He was too, and he was starting to feel shaky from holding back so long.

He backed Hermione against the warm tile of the wall, and wrapped her arms around his neck. \"Now I want to finish what we started in that alcove,\" he demanded in that haughty voice that felt like electricity against her flushed skin. He lifted her hips, bracing her against the wall and settling himself against her ready opening, as she wrapped her legs around him for support. He waited just a little longer, not yet lowering her hips to envelop himself in her depths. \"Tell me, Granger,\" he hissed. \"Tell me what you want. Do you want me to fill you?\" Hermione rolled her hips, trying to tell him without words.

\"I think you do,\" he purred against her shoulder. She barked his name in annoyance, and he knew it was as good as he was going to get from her. He lowered her hips slowly as he pressed forward, leisurely stretching her willing body around his turgid organ. She clasped his tensed buttocks and ground him into her, as her body opened to accommodate him and the sensations that his fingers could only hint at. He waited in her virgin tightness for a moment before he began to move, thrusting and withdrawing in a piston like on, on, using the wall for support.

Hermione whimpered under the divine assault of Malfoy\'s hips, as he filled her with a glorious pressure deep inside over and over. He\'d relaxed his grip on her, and the weight of her body pressing down on him left her speared helplessly upon him as he came up into her again. Her vulnerability in this position only added to the pleasure she was fully feeling. Their throaty cries spilled outward as their bodies rd agd against each other.

He was brushing against that perfect spot again, and Hermione could feel it raging like a fire, spreading from that burning jewel to the tightening muscles that were clutching him firmly now. A faint sheen of sweat covered their thrashing forms as they slid against one another. Malfoy grunted each time that he seated himself forcefully within her, and Hermione\'s own whimpers mixed with his and echoed in the empty room.

The pleasure stretched, bending her body like a bow under its strength. Hermione closed her eyes tightly and bit her lip as the feeling reached its unbelievable crest and finally broke over her. She cried out loudly as her body clamped down on the straining Slytherin in a wave of spasms that left her completely hoarse from crying. He drove into her shuddering body violently in response. His features drew together in an expression of pleasure so intense that it looked more like pain, and he gave a strangled cry. He stiffened, stabbing into her as deeply as he could and finishing in a series of deep and grinding pushes.

Draco slumped forward, resting his fevered cheek against bare shoulder, and struggled desperately for breath as he felt calming hands running over the glossy skin of his back. He felt blissfully still both in body and spirit after the confused longings and dreams of the past couple of weeks. He kissed the shoulder before him and rolled his hips slightly, savoring the feel of the spent body against him. He realized that they were both shaking and his legs weren\'t going to hold them forever.

Without withdrawing, he slid them both down the wall to stretch out side by side on the floor. He waited for the pounding of his heart and the jagged breathing to subside, while he indulged in giving and receiving those wondrous and tender caresses. He didn\'t want to move. For the first time ever, he didn\'t want to run for the door. That thought scared him to the very core. What if this was a side effect of the potion that he would have to face every time? Could a lust potion do that? Or was it worse than that? What if this was completely unrelated to the potion that bound them?

He pulled back and his subsiding erection slid free, eliciting a disappointed sigh from the panting Gryffindor sprawled beside him. They were still in the throes of what they had just done, but the walls were beginning to build back up. He could feel exhaustion riding him, and he knew that it was the result of all the insomnia he\'d been trying to fight off. Now that they weren\'t struggling against the magic anymore, they would both be able to sleep tonight.

Granger reached downward with an unreadable expression as she studied the mix of fluids on her fingers. She didn\'t flinch or show any signs of pain, but Malfoy figured they would both feel better with the reminder of her first time washed out of the way. \"Hold on,\" he instructed, as he scrounged through his cast off clothes for one of the monogrammed handkerchiefs that his father insisted were a sign of good breeding among wizards. They weren\'t even an item to be used, but something to stuff in a shirt pocket or flash at other wizards. He handed the square of fabric to Granger and crooked his head to the water basin. Then he turned his back for her to do whatever she needed rivarivately.

He could hear her moving behind him and the sounds of water at the basin. \"We\'ll probably be okay for at least a few days,\" he told her dully starting to feel more than a little unnerved. He\'d never heard Granger stay quiet for so long. \"I think we\'ll both be able to sleep without the Draught of Death as well,\" he continued, waiting for some kind of acknowledgement. He peeked over his shoulder, wondering if she had finished, or if she had possibly run away. She was sitting on the edge of the basin with the wet cloth in her hands, apparently finished with it, but she was staring off lost in some unspoken thought. She didn\'t look likrselrself at all without that all-knowing air around her.

\"I always thought that you were supposed to feel a spurt or something when a man…\" she paused for a moment before deciding upon, \"finished.\" It struck Malfoy as a very strange thing for her to come out of the whole experience thinking about, but he understood that it was easier for her to consider the mechanics of it in a technical way than to consider to whom she\'d just lost her virginity. He was trying not to think too much about certain things too. At least her voice still worked.

\"If that\'s what you want, Granger, I\'ll keep it in mind for some other time,\" he told her shortly, regaining that aloof drawl. He didn\'t feel like discussing this right now. Even without the benefit of the clothing scattered around the floor, the mask of his voice made him feel more secure and in control-no matter if that was only an illusion. He was half-afraid that he was about to find himself in the middle of some female crying jag, and he had no idea what to do about it.

Hermione hardened her expression as she dropped the handkerchief onto the pedestal, and she began tugging on her clothing. \"What is this place?\" she asked, once again displaying that familiar scorn that she reserved for Draco Malfoy in particular. It was rather a relief to see it, and the more awkward feelings drained away as they fell back into their regular routine.

\"It\'s an antechamber for a dragon\'s keep, of course. This is only the second time I\'ve been able to find it, because of the way things come and go around here. There was a time when wizards tried to maintain dragons for guards, you know?\" he explained as though she had to be daft for not already figuring it out. \"The never-ending basin was in case someone got their arm set alight working with them, and the room is warm because fire-breathers like heat,\" he continued lazily as they set themselves to rights again.

\"I know plenty about dragons, thank you. I\'ve just never been in a dragon\'s keep before,\" the tiny witch snapped back, as she tried to fight through some of the snarls that the back of her hair had turned into.

\"I\'m surprised you haven\'t read all about it in Hogwarts: A History,\" the blonde drawled loudly, searching for his other dragon-hide boot.

When he had finished, Draco turned to make sure everything looked back to normal. Granger\'s red and gold tie hung crookedly, and it had obviously been rushed. Without thinking about it, Draco reached out and straightened it, tut tuting as he fixed it. They both stopped and stared at each other, looking flustered for a moment, before Draco had the presence of mind to leaem oem out of the room and back to get their belongings from Snape\'s empty classroom.

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Author\'s Note: It\'s odd, but both my beta and I could hear how Richard Harris would deliver those lines as Dumbledore. Hopefully, no one has any problems with how Dumbledore intends to handle this, but it sounds very much like his usual \"trust them to handle it and learn what they neeom iom it\" solutions to me. He leaves Harry and the gang to deal with all kinds of grown up and life-threatening situations in every book, so this would be a cakewalk compared to leaving a fourteen year old to participate in the Triwizard Tournament. At least this time we get to read his motives behind the decision.

Hopefully nobody needs a difribulator after reading this chapter. I took a little extra time on it, especially since it turned out so much longer than I\'d planned. Despite the popular mythos in erotica, some areas deep inside the vagina are not sensitive to surface touch, but are sensitive to deeper pressure. So a woman doesn\'t necessarily feel much during a man\'s ejaculation. Hopefully, that clears up any confusion, but I wanted to make this a bit more towards realistic sex, and I might have more planned for this little bit of biology. Everyone can catch their breath for a bit while the Adamo potion takes a back seat, and the next chapter will add a host of new complications.