Carnal Afflictions
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Harry Potter › Het - Male/Female › Draco/Hermione
Rating:
Adult ++
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22,436
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The Best Laid Plans
A/N: Wow. Holy shit guys. I got on this morning and I see a crap load new reviews? You guys are amazing. ^ O^!
A/N 2: So for some reason it isn\'t letting me upload the chapter. Apparently it just shows the author\'s note...here it is again. Hopefully it\'ll upload this time. If anyone can tell me why it\'s not letting me post the rest of this chapter, please let me know. D:
Thank you Dreamweaver, margaritama, Opheliaxx, and everyone else for your amazing reviews. =) Your enthusiasm for this fic had me jumping for joy (literally) when I saw all the new comments. Haha. Here’s to hoping this chapter isn’t half bad either. =)
A lot of talking…and I’m not too happy with the citrus in this chapter. Hehe. But stick with me guys, I’m sure the next one will be even more entertaining. =)
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“Don’t you dare, Hermione. I want to hear you.” His low growl made her nipples stand out more against her chest and a surge of moisture to collect against her panties. Lowering his head once again as his hand tightly squeezed her flesh, both occupants of the room were startled out of their senses and frozen in their motions as the rough slam of the portrait cut their rising satisfaction in half.
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It was a pregnant silence. All three occupants of the room were frozen in place. And then in the moments to follow, three things happened at once. One, Hermione Granger, was blushing from top to bottom as she squeezed her eyes tightly shut and buried her face in the crook of Blaise Zabini’s neck. Two, Blaise Zabini, smirked and pulled the head girl against his form even more – effectively obstructing the third occupant’s view of a ravishingly topless head girl. And finally, three, Draco Malfoy stood dumbfounded, his confused expression cleverly hidden, of course, as he stared at his best mate and his latest toy going at it right before his eyes.
His expression hardened with rising anger as he punched the wall right beside him. Looking at the two on the couch with a deep loathing in his eyes, Malfoy scowled and proceeded across the room and up the stairway towards his bedroom. And then with a final slam of the door, Draco Malfoy shut himself up inside his room and silently plotted the murder of Blaise Zabini and the mudblood Granger.
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Hermione winced at the harsh slam of Malfoy’s door. She drew her hands up to her chest and softly pushed Blaise away from her. Fixing her shirt, Hermione chanced a peek up at Blaise and was instantly captivated by his dark chocolate orbs gazing intently into her own.
He wore no expression on his face, but his eyes said it all. All the longing, all the frustrations, and all his desire directed towards her. He had yet to move, his pelvis still pressed snuggly against her own as his hands were still in their positions, one above her head and the other beside her chest.
Her breath hitched in her throat as she licked her lips in preparation for her incoming speech. Or maybe, it was an unconscious move in response to the message conveyed in his eyes. Nevertheless, Hermione silently cursed herself when she noticed the breathless state her voice had become.
“He’s gone. You can get off now, Blaise….”
They were barely a few inches away from each other. Her words tickled his lips and the sheer neediness hidden behind them had him pushing forwards to capture her lips once again.
This kiss, unlike the previous ones, was not rough and swift. He did not try to convey his lust for her body. Instead, this kiss was slow and sensual. He took his time and poured his complete admiration for her through the connection of their somewhat swollen lips.
Pulling apart a minute later, Hermione’s face held confusion while his perfectly calm expression was graced with a smirk and an all too recognizable sense of arrogance.
“Hermione, you have no idea what you got yourself into.” His deep voice sent shivers down her back as she unconsciously fisted his shirt in her hands.
“You remember the deal, don’t you? Help you make Draco seething with jealousy. Help you make him realize that not all muggleborns were lowly and pathetic. And above all else, help you get back at my best mate for all the horrible things he’s ever done to you. You remember, right, Hermione?” His words were whispered and deeply tempting. It was as if he was casting a spell and like a fool, she was utterly bewitched.
His hands started traveling over her body, touching, but not really touching. His long, graceful fingers ran gently over the curve of her breast, detouring only to swirl against her erect nipple, as he continued downward toward navel. He lowered his head to no longer look in her eyes, but instead lightly lick the shell of her ear as he whispered his next words.
“Do you know why I decided to help you? Hmm? Do you have any idea why I decided to help you against my best mate?” His teeth lightly bit her ear lobe as his hand inched its way under her pajama bottoms and started exploring the newly exposed skin.
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“Fucking Blaise. Fucking mudblood. Fucking son of a bitch!”
He was on edge. He was pacing around his room; wrecking everything and anything he could get his hands on. Books were cast around the room; furniture was thrown and destroyed through the sheer force of his anger. He couldn’t believe the shit that was going on.
First and foremost, Granger was down there with his best mate. Secondly, they were probably going at it like fucking rabbits. Thirdly, it was Blaise. And fourthly, who the fuck did she think she was?
To move on to Blaise after they had just had a go? If it had been any one else, he would have murdered the bastard on the spot. No one touches Draco Malfoy’s property.
But Blaise was different. Blaise was his best friend. Blaise was the only one he could ever truly confide in. Blaise was the sorry sodding git that told him to be here at this time.
Upon realization of that fact, it was everything Malfoy could do not to storm down there and tear the two horny bastards apart.
“Five minutes. Five more fucking minutes is all he gets.” He owed him that much, at least.
--
“It’s because this was an offer too good to pass up.” His voice was deadly seductive as her eyes closed as her lips parted to let out an almost inaudible moan.
“To have the head girl coming to me, begging for help...To have you moaning beneath my body as I thrust into you again…and again…and again…” His hand was now completely under the elastic, his fingers explored the area and gently eased their way into her panties. His words were punctuated with a slow sensual lick against her neck as he continued to kiss towards her collarbone and slip his way closer and closer to her waiting folds.
“Haven’t you ever asked yourself, ‘Why would he go against his best mate’?” She was lost to his voice and to his touch and to his utter domination over her own body. The only thing she was capable of muttering at the moment was an intelligible moan.
Her thighs widened as she thrust up against his searching fingers. Her hands clenched at the fabric of his shirt before slipping them behind his back to pull him closer. And then in a move that shocked the recipient and left her with an all too knowing smirk, she roughly ran her nails down his back.
Gritting his teeth at her assault, Blaise quickly retaliated by plunging his middle finger into her soaking, aching core. His eyes closed with pleasure at finally finally being able to feel her clamping down around him – granted, it wasn’t the part of him he truly wished, but it was still something to be able to feel her withering beneath him.
A low moan left her lips as she slammed her eyes shut and arched towards oblivion. She started thrusting harder and harder against his fingers, loving every inch of and every friction he gave her.
“But see, the thing is, Granger…This isn’t your game anymore.” Kissing her one last time, Blaise started slowing his movements just as she had finally worked herself up to her sweet sweet release.
“No!” She protested as he slipped out of her and fully removed himself from her body.
“I play for keeps. And you’re playing with fire.” With those words, and a sweet almost gentle caress of his cheek against hers, Blaise stood up and made to leave the head girl in all her sweaty, needy, glory.
“And you are playing with your fucking life. Out. Now, Zabini.” Draco Malfoy stood at the top of the stairs. His wand out and ready with murder in his eyes.
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A/N: Ahha. Sorry guys. I couldn’t let Draco go off in this chapter. But don’t worry, he will. I just felt that some of Blaise’s and Hermione’s relationship needed to be explained first. =)
Reviews are definitely worshipped. Oh yeah. And I’ll definitely work on a new summary. Haha. =)
A/N 2: So for some reason it isn\'t letting me upload the chapter. Apparently it just shows the author\'s note...here it is again. Hopefully it\'ll upload this time. If anyone can tell me why it\'s not letting me post the rest of this chapter, please let me know. D:
Thank you Dreamweaver, margaritama, Opheliaxx, and everyone else for your amazing reviews. =) Your enthusiasm for this fic had me jumping for joy (literally) when I saw all the new comments. Haha. Here’s to hoping this chapter isn’t half bad either. =)
A lot of talking…and I’m not too happy with the citrus in this chapter. Hehe. But stick with me guys, I’m sure the next one will be even more entertaining. =)
--
“Don’t you dare, Hermione. I want to hear you.” His low growl made her nipples stand out more against her chest and a surge of moisture to collect against her panties. Lowering his head once again as his hand tightly squeezed her flesh, both occupants of the room were startled out of their senses and frozen in their motions as the rough slam of the portrait cut their rising satisfaction in half.
--
It was a pregnant silence. All three occupants of the room were frozen in place. And then in the moments to follow, three things happened at once. One, Hermione Granger, was blushing from top to bottom as she squeezed her eyes tightly shut and buried her face in the crook of Blaise Zabini’s neck. Two, Blaise Zabini, smirked and pulled the head girl against his form even more – effectively obstructing the third occupant’s view of a ravishingly topless head girl. And finally, three, Draco Malfoy stood dumbfounded, his confused expression cleverly hidden, of course, as he stared at his best mate and his latest toy going at it right before his eyes.
His expression hardened with rising anger as he punched the wall right beside him. Looking at the two on the couch with a deep loathing in his eyes, Malfoy scowled and proceeded across the room and up the stairway towards his bedroom. And then with a final slam of the door, Draco Malfoy shut himself up inside his room and silently plotted the murder of Blaise Zabini and the mudblood Granger.
--
Hermione winced at the harsh slam of Malfoy’s door. She drew her hands up to her chest and softly pushed Blaise away from her. Fixing her shirt, Hermione chanced a peek up at Blaise and was instantly captivated by his dark chocolate orbs gazing intently into her own.
He wore no expression on his face, but his eyes said it all. All the longing, all the frustrations, and all his desire directed towards her. He had yet to move, his pelvis still pressed snuggly against her own as his hands were still in their positions, one above her head and the other beside her chest.
Her breath hitched in her throat as she licked her lips in preparation for her incoming speech. Or maybe, it was an unconscious move in response to the message conveyed in his eyes. Nevertheless, Hermione silently cursed herself when she noticed the breathless state her voice had become.
“He’s gone. You can get off now, Blaise….”
They were barely a few inches away from each other. Her words tickled his lips and the sheer neediness hidden behind them had him pushing forwards to capture her lips once again.
This kiss, unlike the previous ones, was not rough and swift. He did not try to convey his lust for her body. Instead, this kiss was slow and sensual. He took his time and poured his complete admiration for her through the connection of their somewhat swollen lips.
Pulling apart a minute later, Hermione’s face held confusion while his perfectly calm expression was graced with a smirk and an all too recognizable sense of arrogance.
“Hermione, you have no idea what you got yourself into.” His deep voice sent shivers down her back as she unconsciously fisted his shirt in her hands.
“You remember the deal, don’t you? Help you make Draco seething with jealousy. Help you make him realize that not all muggleborns were lowly and pathetic. And above all else, help you get back at my best mate for all the horrible things he’s ever done to you. You remember, right, Hermione?” His words were whispered and deeply tempting. It was as if he was casting a spell and like a fool, she was utterly bewitched.
His hands started traveling over her body, touching, but not really touching. His long, graceful fingers ran gently over the curve of her breast, detouring only to swirl against her erect nipple, as he continued downward toward navel. He lowered his head to no longer look in her eyes, but instead lightly lick the shell of her ear as he whispered his next words.
“Do you know why I decided to help you? Hmm? Do you have any idea why I decided to help you against my best mate?” His teeth lightly bit her ear lobe as his hand inched its way under her pajama bottoms and started exploring the newly exposed skin.
--
“Fucking Blaise. Fucking mudblood. Fucking son of a bitch!”
He was on edge. He was pacing around his room; wrecking everything and anything he could get his hands on. Books were cast around the room; furniture was thrown and destroyed through the sheer force of his anger. He couldn’t believe the shit that was going on.
First and foremost, Granger was down there with his best mate. Secondly, they were probably going at it like fucking rabbits. Thirdly, it was Blaise. And fourthly, who the fuck did she think she was?
To move on to Blaise after they had just had a go? If it had been any one else, he would have murdered the bastard on the spot. No one touches Draco Malfoy’s property.
But Blaise was different. Blaise was his best friend. Blaise was the only one he could ever truly confide in. Blaise was the sorry sodding git that told him to be here at this time.
Upon realization of that fact, it was everything Malfoy could do not to storm down there and tear the two horny bastards apart.
“Five minutes. Five more fucking minutes is all he gets.” He owed him that much, at least.
--
“It’s because this was an offer too good to pass up.” His voice was deadly seductive as her eyes closed as her lips parted to let out an almost inaudible moan.
“To have the head girl coming to me, begging for help...To have you moaning beneath my body as I thrust into you again…and again…and again…” His hand was now completely under the elastic, his fingers explored the area and gently eased their way into her panties. His words were punctuated with a slow sensual lick against her neck as he continued to kiss towards her collarbone and slip his way closer and closer to her waiting folds.
“Haven’t you ever asked yourself, ‘Why would he go against his best mate’?” She was lost to his voice and to his touch and to his utter domination over her own body. The only thing she was capable of muttering at the moment was an intelligible moan.
Her thighs widened as she thrust up against his searching fingers. Her hands clenched at the fabric of his shirt before slipping them behind his back to pull him closer. And then in a move that shocked the recipient and left her with an all too knowing smirk, she roughly ran her nails down his back.
Gritting his teeth at her assault, Blaise quickly retaliated by plunging his middle finger into her soaking, aching core. His eyes closed with pleasure at finally finally being able to feel her clamping down around him – granted, it wasn’t the part of him he truly wished, but it was still something to be able to feel her withering beneath him.
A low moan left her lips as she slammed her eyes shut and arched towards oblivion. She started thrusting harder and harder against his fingers, loving every inch of and every friction he gave her.
“But see, the thing is, Granger…This isn’t your game anymore.” Kissing her one last time, Blaise started slowing his movements just as she had finally worked herself up to her sweet sweet release.
“No!” She protested as he slipped out of her and fully removed himself from her body.
“I play for keeps. And you’re playing with fire.” With those words, and a sweet almost gentle caress of his cheek against hers, Blaise stood up and made to leave the head girl in all her sweaty, needy, glory.
“And you are playing with your fucking life. Out. Now, Zabini.” Draco Malfoy stood at the top of the stairs. His wand out and ready with murder in his eyes.
--
A/N: Ahha. Sorry guys. I couldn’t let Draco go off in this chapter. But don’t worry, he will. I just felt that some of Blaise’s and Hermione’s relationship needed to be explained first. =)
Reviews are definitely worshipped. Oh yeah. And I’ll definitely work on a new summary. Haha. =)