Experience

TITLE: Experience 7
RATING: R
PAIRING: DM/HG, HP/HG
SUMMARY: Love triangle between Harry/Draco/ Hermione. Virginal Hermione
decides to let Malfoy seduce her and enlists Harry’s help!
DISCLAIMER: Only the plot is mine. Harry, Hermione, Ron, Draco and the rest all
belong to JKR. *sniffle*
ACKNOWLEDGMENTS:

A/N: Thank you to the adultfanfiction dot net readers, the Sleeping with Enemy yahoo
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individual thank you’s for this chapter. Trust me when I sayt yot your encouragement,
comments, criticism, and praise mean a lot to me. THANK YOU ALL!!!!
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Draco Malfoy stalked through the school corridors. It was nearly one in the
morning but Draco was restless. He’d been staring at the ceiling over his bed for the
better part of two hours but sleep just wouldn’t come. So, he’d decided to walk around
until he exhausted himself– it hadn’t worked so far. Draco hadn’t even cast a
concealment charm on himself. He was hoping to run into Filch so he could loose his
frustration on someone else. Filch, however, hadn’t caused his restlessness. or even
think properly . . . Hermione Granger. She was quickly becoming an obsession with
him. Hermione wasn’t like any other girl he’d ever known, in the biblical sense or
otherwise. There was just *something* about her that intrigued him.
Seduction was just as much of sport to Draco Malfoy as Quidditch – only this
sport involved beds instead of broomsticks -- or in Hermione’s particular case, both. He
thought women had a lot in common with the Golden Snitch, they were just as elusive
but much more difficult to capture. Although, as soon as he ‘caught’ a girl, he wanted to
let her go. None of them could hold his interest. That’s why he enjoyed the build-up so
much – the touches, the glances, and the innuendo. That why he could prolong the
process, draw out the experience and increase his enjoyment. After all, there were a
finite number of girls at Hogwarts.
Draco wondered why he was so attracted to Hermione. Was it because she was
a virgin? He’d never been with a girl who was inexperienced. Finding a virgin in
Slytherin House was like looking for a Death Eater in Gyffindor. Or was he interested
because she was Potter’s best friend? He knew that when he finally screwed Hermione,
he’d been screwing with Potter as well. The thought made him smile. At any rate,
Hermione was important to him. . .at least for right now.
As Draco rounded a corner, he noticed a light on in the library. Curious, despite
himself, he gently eased the door open to find the object of his attraction studying at
one of the long mahogany tables in the library. She was reading by the light of a large
lamp she’d brought down with her. She was wearing a skirt and a short-sleeved shirt.
Her hair was pulled up in a loose pony tail and she was pressing a glass of ice water to
her temple. The cooling charms weren’t used in the library for fear they would damage
the books. Cooling charms had a way of drying out the air. Draco smiled, she hadn’t
noticed him enter. He allowed the door to shut behind him and, thankfully, it closed
without a sound.
Hermione took another drink of water and then resolutely picked up her history
book. She absently fanned herself with some notes as she read. He snuck up behind
her, careful not to give himself away. But she seemed to know he was there anyway.
She turned in her chair slowly and looked right at him.
There he was – her beautiful marble statue brought to life. He stood in the
shadows, his beautifully chiseled face obscured by the darkness and his eyes full of
need. Hermione took in a deep breath. She could literally *feel* his gaze as it traveled
over her body. Neither of them spoke. She swallowed convulsively, the noise
sounding harsh in the eerie silence of the dim room. Hermione got to her feet. She
wasn’t sure if she wanted to flee or fling herself in his arms.
Draco took the choice from her by closing the distance between them in two
strides. He pulled her close against his body.
Unconsciously, her arms twined about his neck and she tilted her head back,
waiting to be kissed. Malfoy’s facade of patient passion crumbled before his need to
claim her somehow. Draco kissed her with a voracious hunger that rocked her to her
very core. It was though he was after her very soul. When he finally pulled his mouth
from hers, he contemplated her glorious face. In this moment, he found her incredibly
beautiful. Draco slowly slid her down his body until she stood on her own two feet
again. She noticed that his hands shook the slightest bit as he finally released her.
Hermione took in a shuddering breath as she tried to form thoughts and words.
“W-what was that?”
“I just wanted a kiss ‘hello’.” His voice was hoarse when he spoke.
She groped for her chair and sat down heavily. “Oh.”
Draco smiled to himself at her monosyllabic response. He closed his eyes briefly,
willing his ironclad control to resurface before he did something stupid. Like carry her
up to his hideaway or bend her over that long hardwood table.
Hermione, too, was surprised by her own response. She couldn’t function
around Draco it was as if her body took control every time he was near. Hermione, so
used to letting her head think for her, was stunned by her primal response to him.
When they had both recovered their senses, Draco spoke. “I heard the most
interesting rumor today involving Potter and a pixie. What *would* we do without our
resident hero around?” he mocked as he twisted a chair around and straddled it from
behind.
“Oh, um, yes. Wild pixie.” Hermione nodded, her eyes skittering away from his
sharp blue gaze.
“You’re a terrible liar, Hermione.”
Damn Malfoy and his scary perceptiveness. She’d have to watch that in the
future. Hermione spoke to the carpet. “Hestunnedtheclassandthenkissedme.”
Draco had no trouble deciphering her verbal word jumble. “Subtle,” he critiqued.
“And Potter doesn’t remember that he has a girlfriend?”
“Don’t make it sound like that,” ioneione said defensively.
“Like what?” he asked silkily. “Like he’s trying to cheat on his girlfriend with
his best friend? Because that’s exactly what he’s up to.”
“But Harry hasn’t! Not really. We’ve only kissed.” She admitted.
“But he wants more,” Draco said shrewdly.
Hermione folded her arms over her chest and glared at him. “I don’t want to talk
about this anymore. Not with you and not with anyone else!” she said firmly.
Draco took the hint. “Don’t worry, your secret is safe with me.” For now, he
amended silently. Although, he wondered what a few carefully spread rumors would
do to her comfortable little trio of friends. “Fine, let’s talk about something else. . .why
are you still up?”
She scowled at him, still angry with him and his ability to point out things that
she didn’t wish to dwell on. “Why are *you* still up?” she countered.
“I’m too frustrated to sleep,” he replied, eyes alight with a roguish charm.
“Oh.” Hermione blushed.
“Don’t you want to know *why* I’m frustrated, Hermione?” He drawled.
“Insomnia?” She guessed.
“And everyone says you’re such a smart girl,” he scoffed.
“Compared to you?” she retorted. “I’m a genius!”
Draco grinned. He really loved to provoke her. “So, tell me, girl wonder, why
aren’t you in bed?”
“ I *literally* can’t sleep.” she explained. “Professor Trelawney had us make
these dream catchers and we have to share our dreams with a partner.” She put her
head in her hands. “I don’t want someone having an all-access pass to my private
thoughts.” Even if the person taking a look at her dreams would be Harry. Especially if
it was Harry!
Draco grinned wolfishly, correctly interpreting the cause for her concern. “Are
you’re afraid you might have a naughty dream?”
She blushed to the roots of her hair. “Erm, yes.”
“Am I in any of them?” Draco asked knowingly.
“No!”
“Is that ‘no’ spelled Y-E-S?”
“Yes.” Her shoulders slumped. “It’s personal. . .and embarrassing. I don’t want
to share that with anyone else.”
“What about me? I’m not just anyone.” Draco grinned.
She glared at him.
Draco sighed, leaning back in his chair as if he owned the place – which was
possible. His father had donated a lot of money to Hogwarts. “Fine, keep your secrets
for now.” He smiled at her. “Tell you what, I’ll help you stay awake.”
She narrowed her eyes. “Help me in what way?” She secretly hoped his ‘help’
involved some snogging.
“Come with me,” he said as he stood and offered her a hand. He plucked the
lamp from the table so they would be able to see.
She took it reluctantly. “But, I thought we were going to–“
Draco chuckled as he pulled her along behind him. “You’re an eager little thing,
aren’t you?”
She pulled her hand from his grasp. “Shut up, Malfoy!”
“Oooh! I made you angry and already it’s ‘Malfoy’ again, “ Draco reproved.
“Who knew you would be so fickle?”
She glowered at his back. He went from pleasant to insufferable in the manner
of minutes. “Why are we in the Restricted Section?”
“Because, *Granger*, all the books worth reading are here.” He disappeared into
a row of musty books. “Are you coming?” he called.
“Yes.” She marched down the aisle behind him. She found him on his knees at
the end of the aisle, searching for a particular title. With the dim light from the lamp,
the aisle had an intimate atmosphere. It was as if the room was created solely for their
use.
“Let’s see Macavian Minstrels, Mai Rites, and. . . Magia del Sesso.” He pulled the
red, leather-bound book from the shelf and settled back against the wall. “Have you
read this?”
“No.” She bit her lips as she mentally translated. “Holy cricket! Magia del
Sesso. . .Sex Magic?” Hermione whispered. Her anger faded and was rapidly replaced
by curiosity.
Draco chuckled to himself. “I can’t believe I actually found a book that you
haven’t read.” He patted the space beside himself. “Come on, Hermione, let’s expand
your horizons.”
Hermione had been dying to get a look at the book but hadn’t gotten up the
nerve to ask for access to them. She walked over and sat beside him, trying to hide her
eagerness. “You’ve read it?”
“Skimmed, more like.”
Draco placed the book in her hand and she jumped from the warmth of it. “Why
is it so-“
”Warm? Bespelled.” The book was very warm and welcoming, it seemed to
cuddle up to her as she held it. “Open it up and take a look.”
Hermione carefully opened the book and gasped at what she saw inside. She
snapped the book shut. “Wizard photos.”
Draco smiled. “I know, the new edition did away with those pointless sketches.”
He opened the book again to reveal a Wizard photo of a writhing Wizard and Witch. It
was an artful picture, the nudity was kept to a minimum. The man was dark haired
and in his thirties. The woman was in her late twenties and had long blond hair. They
were on a thick rug surrounded by a row of lit candles. The man was kneeling in front
of the woman, his mouth on her full breast.
Hermione was wide-eyed. She couldn’t look anywhere else. It was the most
lustful thing she’d ever seen yet it seemed tender somehow. She got the impression
that these two people were in love. It was beautiful really. . .in a debauched sort of
way. Or maybe it seemed that way because she was looking at while in close proximity
to Malfoy. Draco had an air of depravity about him that was as repugnant as it was
entrancing – just like that sinful room of his.
Draco drank in her reaction to the picture – the sudden dilation of her eyes, the
blush blooming in her cheeks, and the way her rosebud mouth parted. The look of
shocked desire was tantalizing. “Do you know what they’re doing?” he asked huskily.
She shook her head. Hermione was unfamiliar with sex magic.
“The Five Fold Kiss,” Draco answered, stepping into the role of teacher for the
evening. He was pleased to educate Miss Know-It-All on something that she didn’t
know *everything* about already. “It is done to bless the body and celebrate its natural
beauty. The man and the woman kiss each other on the feet, the knees, the genitals, the
breasts, and the mouth.”
Hermione gulped. How on Earth did he make the clinical world ‘genitals’ sound
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“Sex magic is rooted in the old ways and certain rituals need to be followed.” He
watched her carefully. “Do you see the ring of candles?”
“Yes,” Hermione answered, dragging her gaze away from the look of pleasure
on the woman’s face to the row of innocuous candles.
“They’re marking a sacred circle. Sex magic is elemental and calls up primal
forces, both evil and good so practitioners must protect themselves.”
“How do you know all this?” Hermione asked curiously.
“Father is an expert,” Draco managed. A muscle clenched in his jaw. “He’s had
lots of students.”
“Oh,” Hermione said in answer. Somehow, she knew without having been told
that he didn’t just practice with Draco’s mother.
When she looked at Draco again, he’d composed himself. “Do you want to try
it?”
“We don’t have any candles,” Hermione answered inanely.
“Not the circle, Hermione, the kiss,” he said with exasperation. “Besides, we
won’t be completing the ritual,” he smirked, “ so we don’t need *protection*.” He didn’t
want to push for too much ,too fast. “Do you want me to teach you?”
Hermione looked at the picture once more and then back at Malfoy. She could
feel the excitement building and he hadn’t even touched her yet. She took in a breath
and blew it out before answering. “Yes.”
“You need to stand then,” Malfoy urged her to her fe Her Hermione was closest
to the stone wall andfoy foy knelt in front of her. “Nervous?”
“Yes,” she admitted. “Quite a lot.”
“Good.” His eyes glittered as they drifted from her parted mouth to her breasts,
to the secret place between her thighs. “I’m going to make you even more nervous
before I’m through. . .but I promise that you’ll enjoy yourself.”
Hermione felt a thrill go through her at his words. Draco was exactly the wrong
type of guy for her but it made him even more appealing. He was destined to become a
Death Eater – but he wasn’t one yet. And Hermione was destined to fight alongside
Harry Potter.
He was still contemplating her body and he slid his gaze down her lovely long
legs to her feet. “We need to take off your shoes.” Hermione obediently lifted her left
foot and Draco undid her running shoe deftly. Draco pulled off the white athletic sock
and tucked it in her shoe. He repeated the process with the other foot, also putting her
sock away. It was a caring gesture that wasn’t lost on her.
Draco took her right foot in his hand, his fingers deftly massaging the arch.
“Ever had a foot rub before?”
It felt wonderful. “Mmm. . .no. . .it feels great.” She arched her foot as he
massaged it.
Draco felt himself harden at her expression of pleasure. “It’s a pity I’m not one of
those foot fetish types,” Malfoy said huskily as he gazed down at her dainty feet. They
were pale and clean. The nails were devoid of any polish but her feet were nicely
shaped.
Hermione laughed nervously . He bent over and pressed his mouth to the top of
her right foot. “Blessed be thy feet that have brought thee in these ways.” Draco
switched feet, treating the left to a rub.
It relaxed Hermione and she pressed her back against the cool stone wall behind
her, relishing Draco’s touch. He kissed her left foot as well and she stifled a smile. If
someone had told her a week ago that she would be standing in the library while Draco
Malfoy kissed her feet she would have declared them insane. Draco rose to his knees
then. He placed his hand between the dimpled thighs and pushed gently. “Spread
your legs a bit.”
Hermione took in a trembling breath and bit her lip but obligingly opened her
legs. Draco stroked her right knadmiadmiring her soft skin. “Wider.”
She did, pressing her feet a foot apart and pressed her back harder against the
wall for support. He pressed his mouth to her right knee first and she inhaled sharply.
“Blessed be thy knees which kneel at the alter.” He shifted his attention to the left knee
then and pressed a small kiss there too.
Draco’s hands then slid up her smooth thighs. Hermione grasped the edge of the
book shelf to support herself as his hand traveled inexorably closer to the place that
craved his touch the most. His clever fingers slid under skirt and his mouth traveled in
their wake, pressing small reverent kisses to her flesh. “You know,” he said hoarsely
against her skin, “most wizards and witches do this naked.”
Hermione thought she would explode if Malfoy did this to her when she was
naked. He trailed his fingers from her thigh to the apex of her thighs. His hand cupped
her sex and they both moaned. “Hermione, let me. . .”
But she didn’t hear him. . .Hermione was ensnared by the sensuous web he was
weaving. All she could do was feel. Her body was a violin and Draco was playing her
with the expertise of a virtuoso. Taking her silence for assent, Malfoy impatiently lifted
her skirt, tucking the edge into her waistband, so that he could see her small white
cotton panties which were damp with excitement. Draco smiled, they suited her –
sensible and virginal. He traced the edge of her panties, his clever fingers slipping
beneath the fabric now and then. When he could stand it no longer, he replaced his
hand with his mouth.
Hermione stifled a cry. Draco pressed a kiss to her trembling sex. “Blessed by
thy womb, without which we would not be.” Draco’s tongue snaked out to taste her
sweetness through the cotton and Hermione couldn’t contain her cries anymore.
“You’re delicious, Hermione,” he murmured against her. “One of these days, I’m going
to spread you out on my bed and make a meal of you.”
She whimpered as he nudged the fabric aside and one of his seeking fingers
delved into her. Hermione groaned, wishing he would touch her a bit higher, just
*there* but he merely teased her. When he removed hingeinger he placed it in his mouth
to savor one more taste of her. Hermione’s knees threatened to give out but he placed
a hand on her stomach to keep her pinned her against the wall.
“Easy,” he crooned. He wasn’t sure if he was talking to himself or to her. Draco
wanted to bend her over one of those tables or spread her out beneath himself on the
carpet. But, he managed to maintain a fragile control by the sheer force of his will
alone. He kissed his way from her tempting sex across her quaking stomach. He
stopped briefly at her bellybutton to circle it before heading to the edge of her shirt.
Draco expertly flicked the buttons open. Hermione was beyond speech, beyond
thought, at this moment. Draco had complete control of her body and she didn’t give a
damn. Draco smiled at the sight that greeted his eyes. She was wearing an equally
demure bra, it was white cotton as well but adorned with a pink heart between her
breasts. Luckily, it was a front catch brassiere. Draco unhooked the single catch and his
mouth watered at the sight of her quivering breasts. They were well-formed and pink-
tipped and Draco knew they would fit into his hands easily. “Easy,” he crooned,
looking up from the pale perfection of her breasts to her face. There was that look
again– dazed desire.
His icy hot eyes once more settled on her chest. He stroked her right breast with
the back of his hand. “Blessed by thy breasts, formed in beauty.” Draco bent his head
to her nipple and kissed it. Hermione inhaled sharply. He sucked her nipple into the
heat of his mouth and suckled.
Draco released her right nipple and kissed his way to the left one. He pressed a
kiss to the other nipple before sucking it into the heated cavern of his mouth. Her head
fell back and her back arched as if she were offering up her breasts up as a sacrifice.
He finally released her breast with a smothered sigh. Draco dragged in a ragged
breath. He had to shut his eyes at the sight of her swollen nipples that were just
begging him for more. Instead, he took her arms by the wrist and pinned them to the
wall behind her. She was naked and helpless, bound by his hands. Draco’s mouth
settled over hers and her lips parted eagerly for him. “Blessed be thy lips, that speak
the sacred truth,” he groaned against her mouth before claiming her lips. It was both a
benediction and a blasphemy. His kiss was ravenous and possessive. He finally
wrenched his lips from hers and flung himself away. Draco crouched against the wall
as he strived to regain his control.
He wanted her so much is physically hurt not to take her. He wanted to pry open
her legs and lick her until she begged him to stop. He wanted to suckle at her breasts.
He wanted to sink into her -- again and again and again. He couldn’t remember ever
being this swollen or hard. He wanted to strip off and join her skin to skin.
Hermione gradually became aware of her surroundings . She could feel the rigid
wall at her back and the cool air on her exposed breasts. She heard Malfoy’s heavy
breathing as well as her own. She started to put her clothing to rights when Draco’s
voice forestalled her.
“Don’t,” he managed. “I want to see you.” His hand sought hers, encircling her
wrist and bringing her to the floor beside him. “Besides, we haven’t finished.”
“Finished?” she echoed dazedly.
“The kiss.” He turned the page in the discarded book to another picture of the
same man and woman. Only this time, she knelt before him. Her mouth was on his
swollen sex and his hands were fisted in her long hair.
Hermione couldn’t help but look at Draco’s lap and his tented trousers. She
wondered what he would look like. She’d never actually seen a man completely naked
before. Her gaze settled on his eyes which were glittering in the muted light. His face
was a study in both pleasure and pain. Hermione was finally going to touch her very
own Greek God.
“Hermione?” he asked hoarsely.
Screwing up her courage, she murmured, “stand up.”
Draco moaned in response. He’d been holding his breath, afraid he’d pushed
her too far already. He got to his feet and pressed himself against the wall for support.
He allowed her to place one of his booted feet on her lap. She deftly undid the laces
and slid it off. The boots were made of dragon-hide and outrageously expensive. She
was amused to see a large green ‘M’ on the ankles of his white socks, apparently his
father monogrammed just about everything. His feet were large and pale, nearly twice
the size of hers. She switched feet and made sure to tuck his socks into his boots.
She was about to bend over and kiss his feet when she looked up to meet his
amused eyes. Hermione scowled at him. “Like you didn’t enjoy having a Malfoy kiss
your pretty little feet,” he chided.
Hermione nodded. She bent over and pressed a kiss to the right foot. “Blessed
be thy feet that have brought thee in the ways.” Then, she kissed the left foot. His feet
were like the rest of him - large and strong. Hermione was both eager and
apprehensive to see another of his body parts. When she finished with his foot, her
gaze traveled up his legs to the apex of hisghs.ghs.
“Skip the knees,\" Draco ordered. \"It\'s time to show you the parts of me that are hard,” Draco quipped,
recalling their earlier conversation. He flicked open the button on his trousers. “Unzip
me.”
Hermione sucked in a breath. She sat up on her knees and brought her hands to
the cool metal of his zipper. Draco groaned at the slight contact. She awkwardly tugged
it down to reveal green satin, the material of his boxer shorts. The cloth was smooth and
her finger absently brushed against it. He murmured something urgently under his
breath. She sucked in a breath as she pulled the combined waistbands of his trousers
and boxer shorts down, easing them along his thighs. He sighed in relief at finally being
released from the fabric that had encased him. Hermione gaped at the tower of flesh
that was revealed.
“Touch me, Hermione,” he groaned. She wasn’t sure if it was a plea or an order.
Either way, she tentatively touched ngernger to his aching shaft. It was hard and hot
against her slender finger, yet the skin was soft and supple. At the base lay a halo of
golden hair and swollen heavy sac underneath. Hermione encircled him then, to see if
her fingers would fit around him. They did, but just barely. He moaned her name
again, his hips thrusting against her reflexively. A small pearl appeared on the purple
tip of his rod. Instinctively, she pressed her mouth there, licking it away. His hips
moved again, wanting to thrust into her welcoming mouth. She wasonisonished at the
mixture of salt and sweetness on her tongue. “Blessed be thy phallus, without which we
would not be,” she whispered.
She was about to kiss him again when Malfoy’s hands hooked her under the
armpits and hauled her up against his chest. Her breasts were flattened against him
and his sex prodded her belly. “Finish it,” he begged.
She obediently lowered her head to his breastbone and kissed him. “Blessed be
thy breast, formed in strength.” And then he captured her mouth, thrusting into her
with his tongue as he needed to thrust into her with his shaft. She pulled her mouth
from his and gasped out, “blessed be thy lips, which speak only the sacred truth.”
Draco released her arms and shut his eyes, trying to reign in his lust. After he’d
taken several ragged breaths, he gasped out, “Hermione, if you don’t want your first
time to be on the library floor, you should go.”
She continued to stare at him, transfixed by his harsh beauty and his raw desire
for her. Hermione was mesmerized by the effect she had on him. She had caused this
beautiful young man to want her. It made her feel beautiful, powerful. . .fearful. He
was so much larger than she was and much more determined.
“Hermione?” he prompted. Draco’s control was hanging on by a thread. When
she didn’t speak, he lurched towards her, causing her to jump back and scramble down
the aisle. “Go! Now,” he managed to say.
Hermione Granger hurriedly snatched up her clothing and ran out of the library.
*~*~*~*~*~*~
The next morning, Harry and Hermione sat together in Divination. Hermione
was nervously chewing on a fingernail, her thoughts centering on Malfoy. She hadn’t
slept a wink last night. After she left Draco, Hermione had gone straight to the
showers. Between the cool water and the separation from Draco, she’d regained control
over her body. Hermione had come very close to giving him her virginity the night
before. If he hadn’t warned her, she would have given in. Hermione was grateful that
he had been somewhat noble, even if her body had protested the decision to walk away.
She wanted her first time to be perfect. She even had a plan for how it would go. She
wanted to have a romantic meal, maybe some dancing, and then. . .the sex. Hermione
pictured a large bed, beautiful linens, candles, and soft music. Apparently, her body
would have been satisfied with a quick tumble among some rare books.
She was pulled from her thoughts by Harry who also seemed to be preoccupied.
Harry was tapping his quill against the inkwell nervously -- ping, ping, ping. He sat as
far away from her as possible while sitting at the same table. She stifled a grin, he was
probably worried she would smack him with something if he came too close. After
he’d stunned the class yesterday, she’d threatened to hex him if he ever did something
that outrageous again.
“Harry? Are you all right?”
“You’re talking to me again?” Harry asked, pleased.
She smiled. “You know I can’t stay angry with you for very long.”
“And you’ve forgiven me?” Harry asked hopefully, turning his head to the side.
She couldn’t resist that innocent look. Harry knew only too well how to get girls
to do what he wanted. She’d watched him charm quite a few girls in this school with
that exact same expression. “Yes, but you keep your wand where I can see it!” she
reproved. She was only half-serious.
Harry skipped the obvious double entendre and obligingly placed it on the table
by her elbow. He was relieved she was speaking to him again. “Here, you keep it for
me.” Frankly, Harry was worried that he would try another stunning charm or
something equally as stupid. He was ashamed of his own reckless behavior. Anyone
could have walked in the classroom and saw them kissing! If something were to
happen with Hermione, he wanted to be the one who would tell Ron and Ginny. He
didn’t want them to hear some school gossip. Harry was still torn between Ginny and
Hermione and he was no closer to making up his mind today than he was yesterday.
However, his subconscious had already decided. Harry had another torrid dream
about Hermione the night before. And, after viewing it, he could only hope she would
still be speaking to him tomorrow.
Meanwhile, Hermione tucked his wand safely away, placing it in her pocket,
beside her own. Professor Trelawney began her lesson for the day and they both
pretended to be interested.
*~*~*~*~*~
“Make sure to share each other’s dreams this evening. We’ll use Knockwell’s
Dream Codex to interpret them tomorrow. Remember, pay attention to any dark
omens!” Professer Trelawney ordered just before she dismissed class.
Hermione turned to Harry. “I’m sorry, Harry, I don’t have my dream bead. I
didn’t go to sleep last night.”
“S’alright,” Harry shrugged. He got to his feet and slung his book bag over his
broad shoulder. He was about to turn away when she cleared her throat.
She held out his wand to him and Harry took it automatically. “Right. I need a
wand for charms.” He turned to leave again but she grabbed his arm. “The bead?” She
held out her hand expectantly.
He reluctantly placed it in her palm. It was bright red and warm from Harry’s
hand. “Want to give me a prw?” w?” she asked curiously. She was hoping it wasn’t a
Quidditch dream. Or worse, a nightmare about Voldemort.
“Would I ever,” Harry said hoarsely, his eyes drifting to her mouth.
Hermione’s leaned forward to whisper furiously because the room was still
crowded with students. “Harry, is this some kind of,” she looked right and then left
before she spoke. “Sex dream?”
“Not all of it,” Harry said defensively, tugging at his collar.
“How am I supposed to write a dream summary on this?” she hissed.
Harry couldn’t keep a wolfish grin from spreading across his face. “I don’t know
but you should probably charge her money to read it.” He tossed her a cheeky wave
before turning away.
Hermione gulped as she looked at the tiny bead. “I *really* hope you aren’t
about Ginny.”
*~*~*~*~*~*~
Hermione sat cross-legged on her bed. She’d performed her evening ablutions
and was dressed in a pair of red cotton pajamas with little griffins on the front pocket.
She had her dream catcher on her lap and was fitting Harry’s bead into it. She snapped
it into place and hesitantly reached over her shoulder to hang it back on its peg on the
wall.
Hermione was so exhausted and knew she would have no trouble sleeping but
she was worried about the dream she would have. She wondered who was the subject
of Harry’s amorous dream. . .was it about Ginny? About herself? She wasn’t sure
which of those options made her more uncomfortable. Hermione was hopelessly
muddled about her feelings for Harry. Resignedly, she blew out her lamp and settled
intoep. ep. . .
Hermione found herself in a black room. It was completely black. . .floors, walls,
and ceiling – save for a white door. There was brass plate in the very center engraved
with the name ‘ Harry Potter’. She realized that it must be the doorway to his mind.
Professor Trelawney said that everyone’s experience would be different so it was
impossible to predict what each student would see when entering another’s dream.
Hermione resignedly grasped the heavy brass handle and pulled it open.
Hermione walked through the door and entered one of Professor Sprout’s
greenhouses. There were long tables full of various pots. Each of them contained
delicate Wizard flower blossoms. She closed her eyes and inhaled the delicate
perfume from the exotic flowers. All of the plants in this particular greenhouse were
not only prized for their beauty but also for their magical properties. All of these plants
could be used in various potions. The pollen from the Voluptuous Violets, which were
nearly overflowing their containers, were used in protection spells. The Bejeweled
Bluebells which were winking at her from their beds could be used to cure
stomachaches. The Ostentatious Orchids, which hung from baskets, were the main
ingredient in a powerful lust philter. It was one of the reasons that this particular
greenhouse was off limits to students.
When Hermione bent down to smell one, she spotted Harry. He was crouched
behind one of the enormous pots in the far corner. He was anxiously watching the
doorway. “Harry?” she called.
Harry didn’t appear to hear her.
“Harry?” she said again. Hermione walked over and stood in front of him. Still
no response. “Harry?” She waved her hand in front of his face but he didn’t see her.
Apparently she was here to observe and not interact. Hermione made a mental note to
ask Professor Trelawney about interacting with another person’s dreams. And what if
the person in question was a lucid dreamer and he or she possessed the ability to
control dreams?
Just then, the hothouse door swung open and Draco Malfoy appeared.
Hermione’s jaw dropped. Harry had a sex dream about Malfoy? But no,
DreamHermione was just behind him. Hermione gasped as she got a good look at both
figures. Draco was much shorter than he really was. His hair was slicked back against
his head, like it used to be when he was younger. He was dressed in his school robes
but they were much too large for him. Hermione realized that this was Harry’s
perception of the world so ,because he didn’t like Draco, he made him less appear less
appealing. And DreamHermione was more beautiful than Hermione was. Her eyes
were slightly larger and her hair fell in soft curls around her face. She was wearing a
little bit of makeup too. Hermione smiled at Harry warmly – even though he couldn’t
see her. Harry’s vision of her was slightly-idealized but she knew it was because his
gaze was affectionate.
Her attention was drawn back to Malfoy and DreamHermione. “What are we
doing here, Malfoy? You said you needed my help with an Herbology project but we’re
not supposed to be–“
Malfoy put an orchid blossom under her nose. DreamHermione inhaled deeply.
“That’s it, Granger, take a big whiff,” he sneered.
When DreamHermione drew back from the flower she batted her eyelashes at
Draco. “Oh, Malfoy, you suck at Quidditch and you sort of look like a ferret but I want
to sleep with you.”
Draco leered at her. “Orchids work every time.” He yanked her forward and
kissed her roughly.
Hermione laughed outright. Obviously, Harry thought Malfoy had to resort to
nefarious means to get girls. She was also amused by what her dream self had said.
Since when had Hermione given a damn about prowess on the Quidditch field? She
giggled, while *she* didn’t, *Harry* most certainly did.
She looked over at Harry and found him watching this sordid little tableau with
his fists clenched. He jumped to his feet. “Let her go, Malfoy!”
“Potter!” Malfoy put DreamHermione behind himself and glared at Harry.
“Never figured you for a voyeur.”
Harry towered over Malfoy. “There’s not going to be anything to see, Malfoy.”
DreamHermione dazedly shook her head. “Harry? What happened? Why–“
”He tricked you, Hermione. He used that orchid to make you want him,” Harry
explained, still glaring at Malfoy.
DreamHermione gasped in shock. “Ostentatious Orchids?! But they’re used in
Pure Passion Potion!” She kicked the back of Malfoy’s leg and he screamed like a girl.
“Malfoy, how could you?”
“Ow!” Malfoy whined. “What did you expect? I’m nothing but a rich little prat
who thinks he’s special.”
Hermione laughed. This was clearly Harry’s assessment of Draco. “Well, don’t
hold back, Harry, tell us how you really feel.”
“Get out of here now, Malfoy,” Harry said menacingly.
“What if I don’t want to?” Draco snarled.
Harry balled up his fist and Malfoy’s eyes widened in fright before he pushed
past Harry and ran out of the greenhouse.
Hermione rolled her eyes. “That’s it? You threaten to hit and he runs?”
“Hermione, are you okay?” Harry asked solicitously.
“Yes, I-I think so,” DreamHermione answered. She looked up at Harry with
watery eyes. “I had no idea he was so. . .so. . horrible.” She flung herself into his arms.
Hermione could think of many terms to describe Malfoy but ‘horrible’ wasn’t
one of them.
“It’s all right, Hermione,” Harry soothed as he smoothed her hair. “He’ll never
touch you again.”
“Not if I have anything to say about it,” Hermione said dryly.
DreamHermione ran her hand through Harry’s tousled hair. “Harry, I never
realized how incredibly handsome you are. I want to be more than your friend – much
more. But wait a minute. . .we can’t.” She gave a deep sigh. “What about Ginny? And
Ron?”
“It’s all right, Hermione. I broke up with Ginny this morning and she found a
cute new boyfriend already. And Ron doesn’t mind at all.” Harry pulled her closer, his
mouth seeking hers.
Hermione shook her head. “And that was the sitcom solution to our problems.”
“Harry, I’m so glad I waited for you.” DreamHermione kissed him then.
Harry shrugged off his and and threw it on the mossy floor and pulled her to
the ground with him. They just held each other as Harry smoothed DreamHermione’s
hair. Harry was so gentle and tender with her that it made Hermione smile. But soon,
the atmosphere became charged with that sexual attraction that arched between them
like lightning.
“Hermione, let me show you. . .teach you. . .” Harry muttered against her mouth
as he lowered her to the earth. His hands tugged impatiently at his owotheothes. Harry
pulled open his shirt, scattering the buttons to the far ends of the room.
Hermione’s breath caught as she watched him. While Draco was pale and
smooth, Harry was tanned and rugged. Draco’s hair. . .all of it. . .was blond and silky.
Harry’s was dark and crisp. Hermione held onto the table for support as she watched
herself succumb to Harry’s seduction. he wasn’t as practiced or smooth as Draco but he
was passionate and considerate. His hands were callused from years of practice at the
Pitch, yet he softly stroked her skin. Harry bared her breasts and then bent to nuzzle
them with a reverence that stunned her. He gazed at her as if she were the most
beautiful thing he’d ever seen. The real Hermione was having trouble standing and he
hadn’t even touched her.
DreamHermione writhed under him, uttering soft sighs as he suckled at her
breasts. His hand drifted under her skirt and her movements became more intense.
“Harry!” she pleaded.
Harry lifted his mouth from her breasts reluctantly and pulled at his belt buckle.
He deftly unzipped his trousers and then bent over DreamHermione purposefully.
“you you sure want this, Hermione?” He cupped her face in his hands.
“Yes, Harry, I want this – I want you.”
“Then take me,” Harry groaned as he released himself from his trousers.
Hermione was disappointed that her view was obscured by DreamHermione’s
legs and then ashamed of herself for watching. Is it voyeurism if the person you’re
watching is yourself? She tried to look away but couldn’t.
By now, Harry had entered her. There were tears in DreamHermione’s eyes and
he kissed them away. “I’m so sorry I hurt you, Hermione.”
She kissed his mouth and gave a startled gasp of pleasure as he moved against
her. “It’s okay, Harry, just don’t stop.”
And there, among the flowers, Harry deflowered her. His face was beatific as he
closed his eyes and let himself glory in the pleasure of her body. Hermione wet her
suddenly dry lips. Harry started to say a syllable of her name each time he drove into
her. “Her-mi-o-ne. . .Her-mi-o-ne,” he chanted. “Her-mi-
“O-ne!” Each syllable was punctuated by a sharp rap on the door of her
bedroom. “Her-mi-o-ne!”
Hermione’s eyes snapped open. “Bloody hell,” she muttered. It was morning
already.
“Hermione? Are you in there? Do I need to send a search and rescue squad?”
Ron called cheerfully. “You’re going to come down to breakfast with us if I have to
break down the door and carry you.”
“Um, I’ll be right there, Ron!” she called.





A/N: I will probably be updating twice a week now that the story is a bit more
complicated. :D Thanks for your patience.