Soft Obsidian's Pleasure.

The next few days were agonizing for Hermione. She continually waited for some invisible hand to smack down on her head. Ron and Harry however, had been preoccupied lately.

This was primarily because The TWINS had decided to bugger off school, and went out in a customary style. They really stuck it to the old Battleaxe Umbridge, and that had created immense cheer amongst the DA.

Ronald was in such a good mood from these events that he temporarily forgot he was mad. This resulted in a shagging session of such propensity that Hermione felt displaced. They had escaped into the Room of Requirement for the last few hours to celebrate. Hermione began to finally consider that maybe Ron was not so mad.

After three hours of continual sex with Ron and Harry, Hermione finally collapsed on the bed. With a soft exhausted sigh, she rested her head against Ron’s chest. Harry had fallen asleep at the foot of the bed. Hermione looked across at Ron with a hesitant smile.

“Ron, I’m sorry I hurt you,” murmured Hermione, her fingers trailing a path along his flat stomach, almost thoughtfully.

Ron stared down at her with a flicker of hurt. “Why did you do it, Hermione? Why, Malfoy? Do you like him?”

“He isn’t as bad as you think. But no, that’s not it,” sighed Hermione, laying her head down on the pillow. “I have a problem. I think about you all the time.”

“That’s not a problem, from where I am sitting,” laughs Ron, and he tucked his arm around her back, tugging her up closer against him.

“It’s distracting to my schoolwork. It’s so bad that sometimes I cannot think before I achieve satisfaction. The thing of it is. I think Draco is a part of that.” Hermione sighed.

“You think Draco drugged you?” declared Ron outraged.

“No, nothing like that,” assured Hermione. “He is just there when I need him. In his own demented pureblood, Slytherin way, I think he knows that I need something and he provides it.”

Ron narrowed his eyes jealously. “Does he give you something that I don’t?”

“Another body maybe. You are only one wizard, last I checked. Besides, since he has been with us, he’s been more bearable, hasn’t he? We need a spy inside of Umbridge’s inquisitorial squad. Things are getting bad,” Hermione smiled slightly.

“You were sleeping with him for information? Bloody Hell, Hermione. That’s almost Slytherin of you,” exclaimed Ron. His bright eyes seemed wider, and he grinned. “That’s fantastic, Malfoy is just a pawn. I like that even better. Okay Hermione, I will trust you about this Malfoy thing, but you are mine, first and foremost. Do not lose sight of that. I just love you to much to give you up for Malfoy. To be honest, I might kill that Ferret if ever took you away from me,” whispered Ron, and he lowered his firm lips to her mouth. His tongue slipped inside her mouth, stroking gently, teasingly and Hermione responded.

“Bloody Hell, I am exhausted, if I could do it again, I would,” murmured Ron against her mouth.

Hermione laughed, and snuggled up against his warm, hard flesh. “I know, love.”

Ron wrapped an arm around her and she pulled Harry up against her, an arm going around Harry’s shoulders and she fit snugly against her front. “The benefits of being prefect are beginning to seem clear,” giggled Hermione as she felt sandwiched between the two boys, her eyelids slipped closed and she began to fall asleep.

Malfoy stared down at the Trio sleeping. They had been easy enough to find, considering he wanted the same thing as them, a room to shag Hermione Granger senseless. He had arrived without their knowledge and hidden the whole time. Luckily, he had heard everything they said; of course, that filthy little Mudblood was just using him. He was a fool. Malfoy closed his fists and glared. Umbridge would find this touching little scene QUITE Illuminating.

Malfoy turned on his heel and slipped out of the Room of Requirement.

The little witch was going to pay, NOBODY used Draco Malfoy.


Nobody.





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