Tainted Love

A/N: Sorry it took so long and if it wasn\'t for Prettylittleowl there probably would have been a longer wait. I have been really wrapped up in my new fic \'Obsession\' which has garnered me to many reviews to leave it alone. Hope you enjoy please Review. xoxo

*Chapter seven* A Little Less Conversation


It was early morning when Draco woke and he was lying in his bed decidedly confused. He was trying to make sense of everything that had occurred in the last few days. He thought back to the conversation his godfather had pulled him aside for before they took their leave of the cabin.

“What were you thinking Draco you stupid boy? Do you have any idea, of what the repercussions will be for you if Potter finds out?

Draco actually thought the vein in his uncle’s neck was going to burst, which he would have found amusing if his current ire, had of been directed at a Gryffindor. He wasn’t quiet sure how best to come out of this unscathed, so hted ted for calm aloofness.

“So what if potter finds out? In fact I’d gladly tell him that I popped his girlfriends cherry, just to see the look on his face.”

Draco was smirking a dreamy look on his face, with the vision of Potter all red faced and stuttering like the moron he is, at the news. When a deathly whisper entered his ears.

“And what of Lucius Draco? What will your father say, when he finds out you’ve bed a ‘mudblood’?”

Draco paled instantly, turning wide fear filled eyes to his godfather. He watched his uncle smirk at him and felt even more afraid He remembered thinking. ‘Holly mother of Merlin, he wasn’t going to rat him out was he?’

Much to his relief, Severus’ only words were.

“I trust you are going to keep this to yourself then?”

All Draco could do was nod if word got bto hto his father about this, he didn’t even want to imagine the punishment he would receive for it.

Now Draco thought about it though, he found it quiet odd that his uncle brought up Potter reaction before his fathers, almost as if he was changing tact to assure his silence.

‘But why would he be more concerned over Potter’s reaction? Didn’t he want to see Potter crushed and easy pickings for the dark lord?’

He decided he was going to watch his uncle more closely from now on to see if he could find an answo tho that question. With that resolve in place he moved onto his thoughts of Granger.

He had actually been able to enjoy her company while they were secluded, he never would have thought they had so much in common. The way conversation had flowed so easily between them, she clearly lived up to the name of the ‘Gryffindor know-it-all’. Some of the theory’s and idea’s she had put forward were quiet impressive and he had to admit to himself he wouldn’t mind seeing the out cof mof most of them.

But he would never get to. He couldn’t pursue her, there were to many factors in the way, if only she hadn’t been a mudblood and a Gryffindor and Harry Potter’s girlfriend. He sighed, rolled onto his back and brought forth the images he had of her in a wanton state at his ministrations.

He had been shocked to discover she was a virgin and even more shocked that she had begged him to continue. The way she had felt, the way she had looked, her responses to his touch it was all too much for him to handle.

He snaked his hand down his chest and across his stomach, taking a deep breath as he took hold of his throbbing erection. All the while imagining, that it was his little Gryffindor minx and her deliciously warm body that was wrapped around him.

He brought himself to climax screaming her name, silently vowing that he would have her again and do anything it took to make her his. His father, Potter and the dark lord bened,ned, he wanted her and he didn’t care how that happened so long as she was his and his alone.

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Hermione entered the great hall flanked protectively by Harry and Ron; Harry hadn’t let her out of his site since he picked her up from the infirmary last night. It had taken a lot of nagging and reassurance that she would come back if she needed to, for madam Pomfrey to allow her to go as it was.

She felt terribly guilty about what she had done and even worse that she wanted to do it again. But how could she betray Harry like that? It would crush him if he knew she broke up with him because of an attraction she had for their sworn enemy.

Not that he would even consider giving her the time of day, he made that perfectly clear when he had sneered and snapped at her in the headmasters office. It was better this way, this was the way things were meant to be, this was the way it had to be, not just for Harry but for the future of the Wizarding world. They couldn’t afford anything, to upset Harry’s fragile emotions it would have a disastrous effect on abi ability to finally defeat Voldemort and she wasn’t willing to give them the upper hand.

“Hermione, Hermione.” Came Harry’s gentle voice, he was looking at her with concern openly written across his face.

“Sorry what did you Harry?”

“I was askingyou you were going to eat? where going to be late for potions.”

“Oh yeah thanks, sorry must have been lost in thought.” She offered a small smile.

“That’s ok but we should probably finish up, you know what Snape’s like.”

Hermione’s eyes were wandering around the hall as she absently chewed on her toast. Her gaze unconsciously came to rest upon Draco; she was startled to find that he was staring back at her with a heated look in his eyes, but she couldn’t tear hers away. There was something so primal in the way he was looking at her, as if he were trying to communicate something to her. All of a sudden his face twisted into a picture of pure loathing and she had her answer not a split second later, when she felt arms go around her.

She was forced to relinquish her gaze as Harry embraced her and said it was time to go, she was a little confused at Draco’s response to that, but pushed all thoughts of him to the back of her mind. She swung her bag over her shoulder, snatched another piece of toast off the table and headed out the door towards the dungeons with her bodyguards firmly in place by her sides.

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Professor Severus Snape was sitting upon a raised platform behind his desk, inconspicuously surveying his classroom and he didn’t know if he should be amused, angry or worried.The The game of glances, glares and sneers that was going on in front of him was too much for words.

Miss Granger of course was oblivious to it all, her whole minds focus split between her own potion and monitoring Longbottom; to make sure he didn’t blow up the classroom.

Draco would glance at Granger Potter would notice, get his attention and send him a glare, to which Draco would reply with a sneer.

This by his count had happened no less that at least six times. To which he did the maths on over the last hour and worked it out, to occur every ten minutes. Quiet frankly it was giving him the shits.

“Mr Potter, since you can’t keep your eyes to yourself and have botched a fairly basic potion, you will stay after call to arrange detention.”

Snape had moved from his desk and was standing over a very angry Harry as he spoke. He cleared his cauldron with a wave of his wand and added.

“You can attempt to brew the ‘Dreamless sleep’ then. The rest of you should be finished by now.” He barked.

“Bottle and label your potions before you place them on my desk and get out.”

With that he swept back to his desk, robes billowing around him. There was a flurry of movement as students rushed to bottle and label potions, the only ones he noticed taking care with their perfect creations, were Granger and Draco. The rest were to scared to care what they handed in, only interested in getting the hell out of there before they had points deducted or worse detention with Filch.

Hermione was glad when potions was finally over, she could feel Draco’s eyes on her through the lesson and could sense waves of tension coming from Harry.

She didn’t know what else to do but stay focused on her work and help Neville as much as she could. She just thanked the highest deities that Snape hadn’t seen fit to notice, as she probably would have landed herself a detention.

To her amusement or grief she wasn’t really sure, she noticed Harry exchange a look with Ron that clearly said, don’t let her out of you site.

The day had finally ended and the golden trio were sitting in the great hall for dinner, Hermione had tuned out as soon as the word Quidditch had been mentioned and was thinking over the day’s events.

The boys hadn’t left her alone all day it had been so frustrating, she couldn’t turn around without one of them being there. She felt as if she were being suffocated, even when she went to the bathroom Harry or Ron would be standing there as soon as she came out. It was starting to drive her nuts, she new they were only worried about her and that they wanted to protect her from Malfoy.

They had obviously noticed all the attention he had been paying her since they returned, she just hope they didn’t figure out why, as she was just as confused at the attention as they were. He had been so cruel yesterday, slipping back easily into his role of obnoxious pureblood git. She thought maybe she had dreamed up the different side of him she saw in the cabin.

She needed some time to herself to take her mind off of everything, she needed some alone time away from her self appointed watchers.


They were seated in the common room, Hermione was curled up in a chair with a book in her lap and she could see the boys whispering to each other at the other side of the room. She saw Ron look over to her and seeing she was watching them he gave her a smile that looked extremely guilty. ‘So they were discussing me’ She thought.

She watched Harry make his way over toward her, once he reached her he leaned down and placed a chaste kiss upon her brow.

“I have to go now, I’ve got my detention with ‘Snape’.”

He sneered his professor’s name making his contempt perfectly clear, before he added.

“If you need anything you ask Ron ok?”

“Yess Harry.” Hermione answered with an exasperated sigh.

“I’m only looking out for you ‘Mione, I was really scared I was going to lose you, you know.”

Harry retorted in a soothing manner, he knew she was fiercely independent and didn’t want to risk her temper flaring.

Though Hermione was feeling entirely to guilty to even think about losing her head over this sudden bout of protectiveness, as she didn’t think they would feel the same if they knew the truth. She really longed for some time to herself, without a shadow.

“I think I’m just going to go to bed Harry, it’s been a long day.”

“No worries love, I’ll see you in the morning.”

Harry placed another kiss on her brow before she said her goodnights to Ron and headed through the entrance to the stairs, of the girls dormitory.


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Once she was around the corner, she snuck into a little alcove and cast a quick ‘see me not’ charm, which she had come across during some light reading.

She quietly scurried as quickly as she could back into the common room and just managed to slip through the portrait hole behind Harry.

Hermione breathed a sigh of relief once the portrait closed and she watched him turn and head off down the stairs towards the dungeons. She had gotten out unnoticed and swiftly turned to head towards the library.

‘Some time alone at last.’

Once Hermione removed the ‘see me not’ charm and nodded a greeting to madam Pince the librarian, she retrieved a book and was seated at her favourite table at the far end of the library so as not to be disturbed.

After she had finished her book and placed it back on the shelf.
She walked deeper and deeper into the library’s extensive rows of shelves, in search of something else stimulating to feed her brain with.

Draco had spotted Hermione when she removed the ‘see me not’ charm outside the library. He had been watching her all day, waiting for an opportunity to speak to her, to touch her anything. But those two morons she called friends, hadn’t left her side for one minute all day.

He watched her discretely as she read her selected book; the way she bit her bottom lip and furrowed her brow when she came to a complex section was extremely enticing.

When he saw her replace the book she was reading and head to a secluded area of the library, he saw his chance. Double-checking around him, that none of her Gryffindor bodyguards were going to spring out from somewhere, he headed off down the aisles to find her.

Hermione had just rounded the corner of a bookcase and was now heading down a very dark aisle. She pulled her wand out from her pocket, there was an uneasy feeling of foreboding surrounding her and was about to cast ‘lumos’.

When all of a sudden she was grabbed from behind. A hand over her mouth and one around her waste had her dragged further down the aisle and pushed up against one of the bookcases.

Hermione was feeling a little frightened, it wasn’t everyday you were grabbed from behind and thrown up against a bookcase after all.

She knew it was Draco even though she couldn’t see him. The smell of sandalwood had invaded her senses and the only thing was, she didn’t know what he wanted or what he was intending to do.

Hermione got her answer pretty quickly when she felt her lips pressed upon by Draco’s own. It was such a demanding kiss full of dominance and intention. She could do nothing except submit to his attentions.

He was thrusting his tongue savagely into the depth of her mouth giving no sign of yielding, when he snaked up her skirt and suddenly ripped the crutch of her panties apart with his bare hands. He groaned at the silky wetness his fingers found there, pulling back from her he brought his fingers to his mouth and licked at her essence greedily.

The site made her eyes widen in shock as she panted in and out breathlessly, chest heaving rapidly as she tried to calm herself. It was to no avail though he dropped to his knees and in one swift movement had her knee bent over his shoulder and was hungrily starting to suckle and lave at her sex.

Hermione weaved one hand into his silky hair cradling his head as he worked over her sensitive nub. She felt him slowly slide two elegant fingers into her, she removed her leg from his shoulder and settled her foot upon a shelf of the bookcase. Opening herself up further for him to continue his explorations of her heated sex, she leaned her head back against the shelves and tightened her hold on his hair as she thrust her pelvis gently backwards and forwards against his mouth and fingers.

She could feel her sticky juices from his ministrations starting to coat her thighs and rub against the side of his face. She was reviling in the sensations she was experiencing until he sucked hard on her clitoris and thrust in deeply with his fingers stroking and pumping the insides of her walls. Hermione was thrusting at him furiously in wanton abandon when her orgasm exploded through her body, making her spasm uncontrollably while her walls clenched his fingers and her nub throbbed against his tongue.

She was gasping for breath and slumped against the shelving for support when she shuddered violently feeling Draco’s tongue run over her folds a few times, in long languid strokes. She had bitten her lip to suppress the scream of pleasure from erupting out her throat and now had the coppery taste of blood flooding her mouth.

Draco looked into her eyes with his own lust filled ones as he rose slowly to his feet, marvelling at how she had lost control to his hands and mouth and come apart in the most wanton way he had ever viewed anyone. He leant over slowly and lapped at the blood trail that ran down her chin. When he reached her mouth he parted her lips and affectionately stroked his tongue with her own, allowing her to feast upon the essence she had given him.


Having calmed down from her excitement and feeling completely sated Hermione’s brain shifted gears back into its normal state. Her head snapped up and eyes widened in alarm as rational thought penetrated her mind.

Draco was smirking cheekily at her panicked state, he had managed to take control of her with no hesitation and she had been powerless to stop it.

“We can’t do this. This can’t happen again. Do you understand?” Hermione said bluntly. She was trying to pull herself together and move away from him hoping it would make her statement clearer.

He grabbed her tightly by an elbow and swung her around so her body was flush against his and looked her directly in the eyes before stating stubbornly. “No. I don’t think you understand. You’re mine! You belong to me!” And to emphasise this he rubbed his bulging erection against her crouch and tightened his hold on her arms.

Hermione was furious at his behaviour but what else could she expect from a Malfoy? “I am nobody’s Malfoy but my own. Now let me go before I scream.” She was serious to she looked into his eyes with all her Gryffindor stubbornness, making it clear that she would not back down.

Draco’s expression was that of a typical Slytherin when he answered with. “I’ll let you go Granger… for now. But you can rest assured that you are mine and will be at my side and no-one else’s by the time this year is out, no matter what kind of claim Potter thinks he has on you.” With that he shoved her away and s pas past without a backwards glance seriously doubting his decision to let her go, as he was sporting an extremely uncomfortable erection in his pants that needed tending to immediately.


Hermione was a little stunned that he let her go so easily but not only that she was also worried about the pure possessiveness of her that he had displayed.
To tell the truth she was a little shaken.

After making her way back to the dorm room unnoticed, she climbed into bed pulling the heavy red velvet curtains closed around her and started to contemplate the situation she found herself in with Draco Malfoy.

She couldn’t believe how careless and stupid she had been to let things get this far, letting Malfoy do those things to her; she burned crimson just thinking about it. No one had ever done ‘that’ to her but OH how she had enjoyed it, the new sensations his mouth had caused her sex to experience was unbelievable.

She realized that she has now had more sexual experience with her archenemy than she’d had with past and present love interests out together. Not only that she’d managed to betray Harry ag And And she hadn’t even fought it she didn’t even try to stop him when he’d kissed her, she’d just let him do what he’d wanted with her. Just like the first time.

Angry grief filled tears started to slide silently down her cheeks as she rolled onto her side and rocked herself to sleep. The last thoughts that fluttered through her mind before she succumbed to a fitful sleep were that she, ‘couldn’t/wouldn’t allow herself to be accessible to Malfoy anymore.’

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