Conquest

***DISCLAIMER: (Noun): A repudiation or denial of responsibility or connection; a renunciation of one’s right, or claim.


Hermione groggily opened her eyes and glanced around… where was she? A faint gray light streamed in through a tiny window. It looked like a dungeon. The bed beneath her moved, and when she looked down she bit her lip so she wouldn’t scream. She was in bed with Draco Malfoy. She was so confused she lay back down to figure out WHY. She thought back to last night. Details were unclear to her at first but they slowly came into focus. Sharp focus.

‘Oh my God,’ she thought to herself. ‘I had sex with Draco Malfoy. How? Why?’ She continued to probe her mind for details, but kept thinking about how good it was. ‘I haven’t had sex like that since… well, never!’

She wanted to lounge there and relive the whole night, but she had to get out of there. She slowly sat up and started to sneak out from under the blankets. She felt a hand grab her wrist.

“Where do you think you’re going?” came a deep voice from the pillow.

Hermione felt too ashamed to look at him. “I have to go,” she said weakly.

“Why so soon?” he asked, his hand starting to travel up her arm, stroking her shoulder. He felt her shiver beneath his touch.

“What happened last night?” she asked, finally turning to look at him.

He sat up in bed and grinned at her. “The best night of your life!”

She frowned at him. “Hardly!” she exclaimed and tried to pull away from him. He wasn’t letting go.

“There is no way you can deny you liked it. I should’ve known you’d be a screamer,” he said, leering at her.

She wrenched her hand away from him and jumped out of the bed, realizing then that she was almost naked. Her skirt was still around her waist but was kledkled and crumpled and probably stained. She grabbed her sweater and threw it over her head, picked up the rest of her stuff from the floor and ran out of the room, tugging her skirt around her bare bottom.

She managed to get out of the Slytherin’s house without being seen. She found her way to her own house and mumbled “Hog Head” at the portrait of the fat lady, who was looking at her with raised eyebrows. She walked into the common room and ran into Harry and Ron.

“Have you been to eat ady? dy? We were looking for you!” Harry said.

They all paused as Harry and Ron really looked at her. “What happened to you?” Ron asked.

“Nothing… I… I have to go upstairs,” she stuttered, moving toward the girls’ staircase.

“Oh no you don’t. You look like you’ve been attacked! Are you okay?” Harry asked.

Hermione rolled her eyes. “I’m fine. I just… was somewhere. It’s none of your business.”

Ron stared at her. “Were you with someone? Who was it? What did you do?” he questioned.

“No, it’s nothing like that. I just had… a rough night. Now if you’ll excuse me,” she said as she squeezed through them and ran up the stairs. Ron couldn’t resist watching her and caught a glimpse of her naked butt under her skirt.

“My ass she wasn’t with anyone. Or rather, her ass!” Ron said to Harry as they walked down to the Great Hall.

“Yeah, but it’s really not our business, Ron,” Harry said calmly.

“Sure it is. We’re all friends. We tell each other everything!” Ron exclaimed

“Do you really need to know about her sex life?” Harry asked.

“No! I want to BE her sex life!” Ron joked.

“Yeah don’t we all,” Harry laughed.

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Hermione threw herself on her bed. No way could she tell Ron and Harry about Draco. They’d never forgive her. But it was so good… Who could blame her? She knew she shouldn’t have, though.

“Oh well, a one-time thing. That’s all. He really is a jerk. I don’t know how that happened,” she muttered to herself.

She picked herself off the bed, got dressed, and headed down to get some breakfast. She sat alone at the Gryffindor table, enjoying her meal of eggs and toast. She was ravenous.

A plate was set down next to her. She looked up and who would it be, but Draco. She looked back at her plate and acted as though he didn’t exist. He sat next to her.

“Hey baby,” he purred in her ear. “You left something in my room last night.” She sat there and ignored him. “A certain pair of red lacy panties,” he continued.

She didn’t know what to do. She blushed but continued to ignore him. His hand was suddenly on her thigh. She wanted to get up and leave. Instead she told him to. “Why don’t you get lost, Malfoy. You’re not wanted here.”

He grinned at her. “Of course, of course. You’ll save your feelings for private.” And with a quick squeeze of breabreast, he stalked out of the room.

Hermione put an arm over her chest. The audacity that guy had! Groping her in public! Granted, there was nobody here, but still. She looked around the room and counted maybe 5 other people. She finished her breakfast and went to find Ron and Harry.

***Yes, I know, a plot chapter, but more sex will be coming!! Just you wait!!***