Quicksilver

Quicksilver
(title subject to change)
story rating NC-17
pairing: DM/HG

Disclaimer: Harry Potter, Hermione Granger, Draco Malfoy, etc. are the sole property and copyright of the lovely J.K. Rowling. This story is for entertainment purposes only and is in no way affiliated with the original Harry Potter novel series or the Warner Bros. films.

This story contains minor violence, some adult language, and overt sexuality.

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Chapter Six
Give Me Steam

A small barn owl was waiting patiently for him to awaken the next morning. He forgot for a moment that he was naked and stepped out of bed, yawning and rubbing his eyes, to greet the creature before doing a double-take and grabbing his knickers from beside the bed. Crabbe snored loudly, but didn\'t awaken.

Draco

Happy Christmas, my darling. I apologize wholeheartedly for the expected tardiness of this greeting, but your father and I are fairly far away. I also apologize for the use of an unfamiliar owl. All shall be explained shortly, but I wasn\'t about to let you think we\'d forgotten you. All my love.

Mother

That was a rather unusual tone for a letter from his mother and he\'d never gotten anything from his parents that wasn\'t sent by one of the family\'s eagle owls. Draco scratched his head, hair now shaggy and bedraggled, and set the letter down on his nightstand. Too sleepy to really think that hard about it, he dressed a bit more, gathered his things for a shower and headed to the Prefects\' bathroom.

Halfway there, Draco was greeted by a hyper Colin Creevey, who\'d awoken early to deliver the pictures he\'d requested last night. With a slightly annoyed smile and short, polite conversation, he thanked Colin and continued down the hall. There were three shots; one of the four Gryffindor friends standing together, posing and waving, one of Hermione and Ron dancing, and one just of Hermione, smiling brightly at something one could not see in the picture and then burying her face shyly in her hands. He stopped in his tracks and just stared for a while at the picture, wondering if he\'d ever seen anything more beautiful in his life.

Mine, mine, mine, he thought almost hungrily.

He stepped up to the painting outside the Prefect bathroom, which had recently been changed to a young lady after a group of pranking Ravenclaw third years charmed the old one and booby trapped the entire bathroom. The faucets around the massive bathtub dripped substances such as jam and petrol instead of perfumed bathwater and suds and the mermaid in the painting on the wall inside had been petrified. Ron had smiled when Hermione told him and Harry about it, knowing that Fred and George would be proud that someone at Hogwarts still had a sense of humor.

The new young lady had fancied Draco ever since his first trip to the bathroom on her duty. She was a farm girl tending sheep and had smiled warmly at him from the green pastures that made up her scene. \"Always loved them blonde blokes meself,\" she\'d said and let him in immediately.

Today, she was sitting under a tree in the corner of the painting, eating an apple. \"\'Ello, handsome. You\'ll \'ave to wait a minute, the bath is in use.\" She greeted him before he\'d begun to recite the password.

\"And who is using the bath, my lady?\" Draco turned on the charm, smiling brilliantly at her, which made her blush.

\"\'Tis Ms. Granger, m\'lord,\" she said quickly, then took a bite of apple, trying to hide her red cheeks. While she\'d shamelessly flattered Malfoy each day as he came to bathe, he\'d merely politely acknowledged her before. She obviously wasn\'t prepared for him to flirt back.

\"Oh, really?\" He raised an eyebrow, then grinned mischievously. \"Would you be so kind as to let me in with her?\"

\"I...I...\" the girl in the painting stammered.

\"Please?\" Draco made a pitiful, pleading face.

\"You fancy her, eh? She\'s alright, for a witch that is...\" She thought for a moment. \"I guess I can let ya in this one time, sir. But please don\'t ask me to do it again. I just can\'t tell ya no, ya handsome devil.\"

\"Thank you, very much. I shall have to return the favor someday.\" He kissed his fingers and pressed them to her watercolor hand and then flashed her another smile. She blushed even harder and then opened the passage.

The room was dimly lit and steamy from the large amount of hot water. Draco snuck into the darkest corner and waited for some movement. The sound of moving water directed his attention to the right corner of the tub, closest to the exit, where he saw half-wet curls piled messily onto their owner\'s head down to the curve of a slender shoulder, glistening with steam. His mouth went dry.

She hadn\'t noticed him enter, and now he crept slowly toward her. He nearly jumped out of his skin when she started to move. He froze and watched her swim a ways and then, with her back turned and difficult to see through the steam, rose from the water and wrapped herself in a towel. Damn it all, he thought. Can\'t see a thing. He sighed.

While she stood before a fogged mirror and prepared to brush her teeth, Draco had begun to move toward her again. She was engrossed with putting some paste onto her toothbrush when he slid his hands around her waist from the back. She gasped and he pulled her close to him, whispering in her ear, \"Alright there, Granger?\" in a smug sort of voice. She smelled of lavender; it was intoxicating him.

\"M-Malfoy!\" she nearly yelled anomptomptly dropped her hygienic items trying to pull away from him. \"You scared me half to death! Hey...let go!\" She struggled a bit, but was ng tng to be careful not to lose her towel at the same time. He wrestled her until she was against the wall, facing him, and was staring mercilessly at her. \"What\'s going on...how did you get in here...what are you doing?\"

\"Are you scared?\" he asked teasingly, then pinned herds ads against the wall and pushed himself lightly against her. He became aroused immediately with his body pressed against her curves.

\"Have you drunk one of Neville\'s potions, Malfoy? Get off of me! And what the hell is that in your pocket, it hurts!\" Hermione was still struggling, slightly less worried about her towel now that he had her pinned.
Draco smiled at the blind innocence of her remark. In my pocket, indeed, he thought. He looked deep into her eyes as he rubbed himself against her, wondering when the realization would hit. \"I thought I told you that hurt...it\'s digging into my side...\" She wrenched one hand free of his and grabbed at his erection.

\"Mm........\" He purred at her touch through his trousers, his eyelids drooping with lust. Her eyes went wide with shock and she let go immediately, gasping. \"Don\'t stop. You\'ve no idea what that does to me,\" he said somewhat raggedly.

\"That\'s not what I meant to...I mean...Get away! What\'s gotten into you, Malfoy? This is. Her Hermione was flushed and stuttering and unable to keep clear thought. She was being pushed into extremely unfamiliar territory by someone she..ughtught she couldn\'t stand. What was going on and why? Her head began to swim.

\"Shhhhh...\" he pressed a finger to her lips, then traced the outline of them with the tip. The hand she\'d freed from his grip was weakly pushing at his arm, but he simply ignored her, blocking her to the wall with the rest of his body. His free hand slid down slightly from her lips and took the back of her neck into his grip. Staring intently into her eyes, he bent his head down and met her lips with his in a blinding, impassioned kiss. Her eyes fluttered closed and her mind went blank. Her free hand went limp on his arm as she got lost in the deep, hard kiss. When he pulled back from her, she looked at him dazedly, lips swollen from lusty abuse. He licked his own lips, then smiled slightly at her.

\"What are you doing?\" she almost whispered this time, her own resolve to question the situation weakening.

\"You\'ve bewitched me, Granger. Now you must pa He He whispered back, then nibbled on her ear and pressed himself completely against her. She searched for one last resolve to protest, to wonder why...but it all became irrelevant when he moved his lips down to her neck. He kissed her lightly, then deeply, then nipped her. Her gasp made him smile. He returned his lips to hers, hoping souldould soon relent and return his actions. He ran his tongue lightly against her lips, imploring them to open.

Draco shifted his weight slightly and ran his free hand down to her chest, toying with her towel and threatening to make it fall. She grabbed at it, so he took her hand once more and brought it up to where his other held hers. He pinned both of her hands against the wall above her head with his right hand, then brought his left back down to the edge of her towel. He undid it, causing Hermione\'s eyes to widen, but it was stuck between their two bodies and unable to expose her the way he wanted. He withdrew from kissing her for a second, looked into her eyes and grinned devilishly. Keeping her hands where they were, he backed about three inches away from her body and the towel slid to the floor at their feet in a heap.

He gave her a smug, admiring once-over, taking in her beauty with his hungry eyes. Her skin was a transluscent, rosy color not terribly unlike his pale porcelain complexion. She shone with moisture from her shoulders to her feet, giving her a luminous appearance in the dim light. Her graceful shoulders gave way to a pair of breasts, larger than her bulky robes had led him to believe, with rosy nipples growing hardm thm the sudden draft. Her body curved inward to a waifish middle with perfect velvety skin, then flared out slightly once again to form round, slender hips. Draco wanted to stare at her forever until he realized once again that there was more to be had than just this incredible vision before him.

He was back against her on the wall omoremore, kissing her deeply and taking her by surprise. He got past her lips into her soft, warm mouth and she suddenly relented and allowed her jaw to open more for him. He tickled her tongue with his and nothing on the planet could have tasted sweeter to him at that moment. He took his left hand away from her pinned arms once more and brought it gently down her shoulder then down to her chest. Her focus had been on the oral activities, but she suddenly became aware of his hand when he cupped one of her breasts and massaged it. She withdrew her mouth to gasp and he moved his to her neck. Her mind raced as his fingers teased her, drawing circles lightly over her nipple. When he raised his head level with hers again, he was panting slightly.

\"Kiss me, Hermione,\" he commanded huskily, his forehead to hers, letting her hands free to put his right hand behind her neck. His left continued to play over her breast and he was pushing the rest of his body er ter to her than ever.

Coming out of the clouds just slightly, she looked up into his eyes and whispered, \"Did you just call me Hermione?\"

\"Mmm, yes...\" That did it. He ran his thumb over her cheek a few times, then pulled her face to his once more. This time, she kissed him back. He groaned softly into her mouth, getting thrills like lightning bolts from her tongue caressing his. His left hand pinched one of her nipples and she shuddered underneath his touch.

After a minute or so, he pulled his mouth from hers and slid it down to her collarbone. She sighed and tilted her head back a bit. She thought about his reaction when she grabbed him earlier in her ignorance. She wrapped her arms around his back and was about to slide them around to his abdomen when his head lowered more and took one of her nipples into his mouth. She moaned softly and lost her concentration. Her breathing was now ragged and labored, just like his. She put one hand on his head, twining her fingers into his hair. He licked more maddening circles around one nipple, then switched to another.

He had her reveling so deeply in all these new sensations. She arched her back slightly, pushing her chest closer to him. Everything was so new to her that she could barely comprehend anything she was feeling, and it all became thousands of times more intense when he suddenly tickled her inner thigh with one hand. Her eyes flew open and she let forth a surprised cry of \"Oh!\"

He responded by simply looking up at her, focusing her eyes on his as he took one finger and brushed it lightly along the split of her vulva lips and watched as she closed her eyes, shivering and panting. He did this a few more times, teasing her, then brought his face up to hers, kissing her deeply once more. He reached his hands down between them and undid the fly of his trousers. She had her hands on his lower back once more, and began to help him push the cumbersome garment away. He pulled away from her for another instant tol hil his shirt over his head, while she watched in absolute rapture. Once he returned to kissing her, he worked on his boxer shorts. As soon as they slid away, he pressed their burning, naked flesh against one another and whispered hoarsely into her ear, \"Does it still hurt?\"

She pushed him away slightly and made herself, though blushing with innocence, look down. Malfoy\'s quidditch-sculpted upper body she had seen before--as he exited the Prefect bathroom on an earlier occasiThisThis part gave way to that which she had grabbed...which looked nothing like the sketches she\'d seen in anatomy books. His manhood was swollen, upright and red at the tip. Both intimidating and fascinating. He was watching intently as she stared at his erection, inwardly pleased at her curiosity and found her innocence endearing under the circumstances.

He was about to lean in to kiss her again when she moved her hand around his waist to the front of his body. Pleasantly surprised, he began to quiver in anticipation as she slowly brushed her fingertips across the plane of his stomach, downward. He gave a heaving sigh when she wrd hed her tiny hand around him, then licked his lips as she experimentally moved it upward, teasing the head. \"I told you,\" he said hungrily in between ragged breaths, \"you\'ve no idea what that does to me.\" She drew circles around the tip with her finger, like he\'d done to her nipples, and suddenly he could stand it no longer.

He gently took her hand from his straining prick, then put it back around his waist. He leaned in against her again to kiss her, then used one hand to reach down behind her back. He scooped up the back of her right leg at the knee joint, then wrapped it around his waist and hoisted her up against the wall. With that same hand, Draco slipped his fingers into the hot folds of her womanhood, eliciting a heady moan. He then guided his erection to the slick, velvety opening and pressed lightly with the head. Bringing his lips to hers in a searing kiss, he thrust upward with his hips while pushing hers down upon him. She cried out in pain, two tears sliding down her face, but he kissed them away and said, \"I promise it won\'t ever hurt like that again.\"

Looking deep into her eyes, he withdrew himself slowly, feeling her soft flesh grip him, then pushed back inward. His body began to shake with desire, and his eyes slid closed. The pain in her was subsiding with each motion and was being replaced by something even stronger than the dizzying high he\'d had her riding just a few moments ago. She slid her hands up his back to his shoulder blades, feeling his muscles tense and relax. The pace with which he was moving began to quicken ever so slightly, and she dug her fingernails into his back. He shuddered.

They were hidden in the shadows of the bathroom. Draco\'s back was beaded lightly in sweat, his arse cheeks tensed and relaxed as he pushedselfself in and out of her. Hermione\'s right leg was wrapped around his back to accommodate his fucking and her hands were leaving bright red streaks over his shoulders and arms. The painting mermaid watched in awe and listened to the muffled sighs, gasps and moans. His hand now traversed her breasts once more as he brought his lusty kissing from her neck back to her swollen lips. His left arm, occupied with her leg, grabbed and squeezed her exposed buttock, then slid back down the back of her thigh.

His thrusting was becoming quicker now and Hermione\'s breasts bounced with the force. His face contorted with passion and he buried it into her shoulder, panting. She felt his hips shudder violently and the inside of her body flood with a new warmth as he groaned her name--her first name--into her neck.

\"Hermione...\"

She clung to him now as he slowed, shaking, his body weakening. He raised his head and looked at her, his eyes glazed over in contentment. He pushed her up the wall just slightly just once more and slid his spent prick back out of her body, shuddering more as he did so. Gently, he set her feet back on the floor, then backed away only slightly so that she wasn\'t forced against the wall anymore, continuing to hold her in his arms. She smiled shyly, still unable to really think after all that\'d happened.

They heard a giggle behind them, and Draco turned to face the bathtub. The mermaid started applauding, as if they\'d intended to give her her own private show. Embarassed, Hermione grabbed her towel from the floor and wrapped it around herself again, then broke free of his distracted embrace, headed toward her personal items in the corner.

\"Yeah, well...be glad I forgot you were there,\" Draco drawled in an annoyed tone at the spectator, then turned just in time to see Hermione slip past him to the exit. \"Wait...wait!\" He caught a glimpse of the humiliation and confusion on her face before she disappeared out of the Prefect bathroom.


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Author\'s Note: This chapter\'s title is an allusion to the Peter Gabriel song \"Steam\". Oh, and if you were wondering when the NC-17 rating was going to come into play, I hope you enjoyed this chapter.

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