Lust, War and... Love?

alina290: I am glad you liked my fanfic. Thank you for reviewing! It is going to be very different from Adamo Fidelitas after the potion accident, but I intend to complete my story. I already have the whole plot sketched out. Although I liked AF too, I happened to have my own vision of how Draco and Hermione would deal with such an unexpected incident, and I thought it could be fun to try to make my story mesh with HBP. We see so much less of Hermione in Book 6 than in the other books, and Draco is so different in HBP too! Hope you will enjoy reading my version too. I also post it on harrypotterfanfiction.com (with much reduced sex scenes) and on grangerenchanted.com.

Mistress_Owlsworth: Yes, a lot of things are going to happen in this story. Thanks for reviewing!

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Hermione placed herself on the end of the mattress furthest from Malfoy. Her chaste manoeuvre was futile. He promptly pulled up to her and put his arm around her waist. An insane wave of desire rippled through Hermione’s body.

She looked away, trying to preserve her last bit of self-control, and opened her bookbag. Draco pushed her hair aside and nuzzled her neck just below her ear, which sent goose bumps down Hermione‘s back. She quickly pulled out her notes from the Sex Education seminar. In her blurred state of mind Hermione still remembered that she had to make sure no unplanned babies would result from this crazy adventure of theirs. While Draco progressed to kissing her cheek and ear, she peered at her notes in the dim light of her wand. To her dismay, Hermione could not understand what she wrote - her lunatic scribbles were plainly unreadable. She pushed Malfoy away, but he did not relax his embrace on her, and she ended up on top of him, his arms in a dead lock around her body.

“Merlin, could you cast the contraception and anti-disease charms at least?” Hermione wriggled in Draco’s tight grip. She felt his body beneath his clothes, and the sensation of it made her stomach sink. The wicked moisture started seeping between her legs.

“I thought you’d got them all in place, Granger!” Malfoy planted a wide-mouth kiss on her lips and attempted to roll over. He received a loud smack from Granger on his cheek and let her lips go. “Calm down, you hellcat!”

“I can’t read my notes - I was so fogged-up when I wrote them! Where are your notes?”

“I’ve got no notes. I didn’t go to the damned seminar!” Malfoy quickly let the insane girl go before she bit his nose off. “It’s okay to do without those charms, Granger.”

“What if I end up with a baby of yours?” Hermione grabbed her bookbag and held it up like a shield. Her passionate dark eyes gleamed in the dim light, and Draco could not take his stare off her face. She was so spirited and sexy…

“Babies are cute,” Draco tried to talk smoothly. Anything was good so far as it helped him shag her.

“You want a BABY?” the Gryffindor vixen shrieked. “No, never, never with you!” She gathered her parchments and bag, and bolted to the door. “Get off me, you bastard, I’d rather go insane than sleep with you!”

Alarmed, Malfoy sprang to his feet and blocked the doorway. Granger put her wand to his throat.

“All right, Granger, I’ll go and get the notes from someone. Crabbe and Goyle both went to the seminar. Wait for me here, ok?” He rubbed her shoulder lightly. “You’re so hot, Granger, you’re going to burn through the mattress in no time.”

Hermione lowered her wand: the scoundrel totally had her. She sighed and stepped back. Malfoy winked at her and walked out the door.

Hermione returned to the mattress and pulled the thick duvet over herself. The dark classroom was chilly and inhospitable. She stared at the dust bunnies, visible on the floor in the wand light, and tried to think about the inevitable intercourse as pragmatically as possible. Surprisingly, Malfoy could talk so civilly to her, whereas she was far from being nice to him.

Hermione remembered how he got the better of her in their third year. They both took the Arithmancy class then. She sat with Padma Patil and Malfoy entrenched himself in the seat behind her. When he taunted and mocked her she ignored him stoically. He was so brazen that even Padma told him to pipe down on several occasions. Finally, his insults drove Hermione to the edge and she blew up when she heard him maligning Hagrid. Hermione slapped Malfoy, and, to her utter confusion, he didn’t fight back. On the contrary, he was so unperturbed that it rattled Hermione to the point of missing her Charms class.

Hermione raised her head and looked around. She conjured an oversized pillow out of a chair and levitated it to the mattress. If she were to suffer the indignity awaiting her, Hermione was determined to do it with the most comfort possible. It was already mortifying to think about having to undress in front of Malfoy. Hermione remembered her divining together with the Patil sisters in this very classroom last winter. What a wicked science Divination was…

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Draco was nearly running towards the abandoned classroom. Goyle’s untidy parchments flapped in his hand. Panting, he prayed that Granger would be still waiting for him in that room. When Draco neared the coveted door, he was unpleasantly surprised to find Mrs. Norris sniffing the floor under it. Draco was about to aim a kick at the cat when his insides suddenly froze with fear. In the opposite end of the corridor McGonagall was advancing towards him. The only other time he experienced this kind of horror was when he stood under the basilisk-like stare of the Dark Lord and heard the verdict on his father, once influential and respectable Lucius Malfoy.

Draco ditched his plans for Mrs. Norris instantly and set in motion away from the door and the cat. He paraded past the Deputy Headmistress, wildly hoping that Hermione hadn’t revealed the potion thing to the teacher. When he was at least two doors away from the incriminating classroom, he looked over his shoulder and saw McGonagall stop by the jinxed door. His heart lurched. Of a sudden, she bent down to pick up Mrs. Norris instead of trying to open the door. The next second the teacher was departing further down the corridor, the cat purring contentedly in her arms.

When McGonagall turned a corner and disappeared from sight, Draco leaned against a wall. His knees were shaking. It took him a few minutes to collect himself before he dared to go back to the classroom.

Hermione’s head sank deep into her pillow. She let the potion-induced fantasies take over her weary mind, and was now in a state of semi-delirium. Because of this, she failed to notice Maloy slipping under the warm duvet and planting his head on her pillow next to her. He lit up his wand and set it up on his bookbag. His cold fingers shoved the crumpled notes into her limp hand, and Hermione, in a half-somnambular state, sat up and cast each spell per Goyle’s crooked notes. After she muttered all incantations, she felt his arm sneaking around her waist. Then his lips were on hers, she closed her eyes, and the world around her went into a tailspin.

When her brain defogged a little, Hermione opened her eyes. Her back rested against her own robes lumped under the duvet, while Draco’s lips were busy caressing her breasts. He tugged at her nipples and bit them slightly, and Hermione was actually wanting him to keep going at it and never stop. Her hands were now stroking Malfoy’s bare shoulders. For a second, she wondered how many buttons her blouse had lost in the process of undressing. He was trying to pull down her knickers, and her skirt had got bunched into an uncomfortably thick roll above her waist. Instead of sliding down her thighs, the stubborn rubber band of the knickers kept cutting into her hips. Hermione attempted to pry his hands off her underwear. Malfoy grunted and pulled the cursed stretch band even tighter. Annoyed at his clumsiness, Hermione pushed Draco away and swiftly disposed of her knickers. The sensation of his hands on her body made her ache with lust, and she was now eager to get rid of any obstacle to her fullest satisfaction. Before he could get his hands on her again, she threw off the duvet, sat up and quickly pulled her skirt over her head.

The skirt landed on the floor near the mattress. Suddenly, Hermione became conscious of the fact that Draco’s eyes had been taking all of her naked body in. She looked at his lean nude form on the mattress, and her eyes stumbled upon his aroused male organ. The mental realisation that this thing was about to enter the most private part of her body sent her into a state of utter shock, and she ducked under the covers again.

The sight of completely naked Granger sitting so close to him made Draco to forget all his last vestiges of propriety and self-restraint. He pulled her towards himself roughly, rolled on top of her and pushed her legs apart. His crazed cock was desperate to enter her but could not find the coveted gates of pleasure.

“Merlin, can’t you put it in, Granger?” he pleaded and felt for her hand under the duvet as his penis bumped against her tense flesh.

“I can’t - I can’t, Malfoy,” she whispered weakly. “Can we do without this - this? Just caress me - it feels good…”

Draco rolled off to her side, and rubbed his erect cock in his fist. “Groping won’t get us anywhere, Granger. Heck, can you do a blow job?”

“What’s a blow job?” Hermione’s eyes opened wide.

“Uh-oh… You don’t know?” Draco racked his mind for a more gentlemanly description of the act he had proposed. “Well, you’ve got such nice lips, Hermione… You take my er.. thing in your mouth and caress it with your lips and with your tongue too.” He got up on his knees so his cock was now inches from her face. His mental vision of her pretty lips sucking on his penis aroused him ever more.

For a second, Hermione felt like throwing up. She turned her face away, and made an effort to think logically and rationally about extricating herself out of this horrid situation. The next minute Malfoy got back down on the mattress and pressed his body against hers. The lust swelled up inside her again. His erection was now poking at her thigh, essentially erasing any trace of logic in her mind.

“I can’t - I can’t.. You drive me crazy, I can’t help it,” she whimpered.

Draco touched the delicate tuft of hair between her legs. When his fingers reached into her moist folds, she started breathing heavily and swayed her hips. Seeing the effect his actions had on her, Draco dug his fingers deeper. Suddenly, Hermione emitted a moan, gripped his hand with hers and led it to the spot that excited her most. Her back arched, and Draco could not resist planting a big kiss on her half-opened mouth. Their tongues met again, and soon his fingers found an opening in her cunt.

Hermione’s eyes met Draco’s stare. She already knew that his hand had managed to find her entrance, and that her muscles down there were slowly giving way to his fingers. The sensation of his fondling her privates was indescribably sweet and sharp at the same time. All she had to do was let his male organ in, but it was also the most terrifying and lustful thing for her to think about.

“I’m so scared… Have mercy on me, Draco…” Her voice trailed off.

These words of hers made him feel like the most powerful wizard in the world. The boost to his male ego brought him in his most charitable mood.

“C’mon, take this in your hand, “ Draco whispered into her ear as he pressed against her and guided her hand towards his cock. “Put this in your cunt, my darling. Put it where you want it…”

She obediently led his bursting penis towards her opening, and the head slid slightly into it. He pressed it farther into her. Suddenly Hermione moaned as if in pain, and he paused apprehensively. She went silent, and Draco, unable to hold back anymore, thrust himself into her with all his force. She whimpered and locked her arms around him. They rocked together in an insane dance, her cunt convulsing around him, till he exploded inside her. His cock went limp but Hermione still held him tight, and her muscles hugged his penis deep inside her. In a state of utmost relief and release from all his troubles, Draco nearly fell asleep on top of her. She wiggled under him, and he pulled out of her sweet body - yes, now for him she had the sweetest body in the world!

Overwhelmed by the unexpected pleasure, albeit with a tinge of pain, Hermione was loath to draw away from the boy who gave it all to her. Now, when her inflamed libido had been tamed, she revelled in the blissful relief from the obsessive potion-induced fantasies and soon drifted into a deep slumber next to already snoring Draco Malfoy.

Draco’s wand cast an whitish glow on his sleeping form. Hermione was now fully awake and her mind was perfectly clear and bright. Never had she felt so content and well-rested. The slight soreness in her nether parts was a very minor nuisance compared with the nightmare she endured over the weekend. Huddled under the covers to stave the chill away, Hermione studied Malfoy’s face. Supposedly, she loathed the bigoted pureblood aristocrat, but now she was not so sure about her true feelings towards him. To be honest, he always managed to get her to notice him, and he stirred the emotions inside her that were far more complicated than plain hatred and dislike.

Draco made an indistinct sound in his sleep and shifted under the duvet. He freed up his left arm and rested it on the pillow above his head. Hermione squinted at a black shape visible on his forearm and gasped in horror. The Dark Mark graced his arm. Draco Malfoy was already a Death Eater like his father.

Hermione’s first urge was to grab her belongings and run all the way to her dorm. But what would she do after that? She was tethered to this Death Eater boy by cursed Heorte Lustbaere for six months at least. Their lust for each other chained them together, no matter what their personal morals and allegiances were. So opposite were they, it was even impossible for them to appear as a couple in public.

Nevertheless, it was very obvious that Malfoy was afraid of the whole thing coming out. Whenever she threatened to report it, he instantly transformed into an angel. A lanky blond angel with pale grey eyes and the Dark Mark on his arm.

Hermione felt for her wand in the pile of her clothes. It wasn’t there, and she couldn’t remember where she put it. She decided to get dressed and then look for her wand. The moment she sat up and fished her underwear out of the pile, Draco opened his eyes and stared at her nude body.

“You’re beautiful, Hermione,” he whispered and put his left hand on her hip. “Your tits and your pussy, and everything too.”

“Why do you have to use such vulgar words?” Hermione hugged herself, as if trying to shield her body from his stare.

“Vulgar? How’d you want me to call them, oh-so-proper Prefect?” His trademark smirk finally made its appearance. He got up and was now standing stark naked right in front of her.

“There are other words, Malfoy. Breasts, for example.“ Hermione looked away to avoid the view of his male parts. “Why do you have to romp around so… so naked?”

Draco looked at her curiously, and grinned. “I’m not exactly romping around now, darling. And you are no less naked than me. Which I actually love a lot. What you consider vulgar I consider sexy. And you deserve something more sexy that all those boring proper words.” He touched his soft penis. “How’d you call this in a really sexy language, Hermione?”

“A male reproductive organ,” scowled Hermione. She pulled her book bag closer and reached for more clothes . “I’d better get dressed - I’ve got loads of homework to do.”

Draco flicked his wand and her clothes scattered all over the classroom. With a second flick, her book bag landed on the floor behind him, and he found himself standing face to face with a very disgruntled Granger.

“Stop that, Malfoy!”

“What if I don’t stop, Miss Prefect? If you dock points from Slytherin, you’d have to explain the whole thing, right?” He sat down on the mattress and got a perfect view of all of her body. “Your cunt is adorable, sweetie.”

Hermione plunked down on the mattress and pulled the duvet over her. Malfoy, the unbearable git he was, surely knew she’d hate others to find about the fact of her shagging him.

“Want a deal?” Draco looked in her dark eyes. “You repeat what I say, and you get one of your things back each time. We could begin with your book bag and get a head start on our homework.”

“Draco, would you ever stop acting silly?” Hermione sighed and started searching for her wand under the covers. “I’m pretty sure it’s very late now, and I haven’t done any homework today.”

“Lost your wand? Accio Granger‘s wand! “

All Hermione could do was to follow her wand with her eyes, as it flew up in the air from behind the mattress and landed in Draco’s outstretched hand.

“Some language practice then?” He grinned. She shrugged and said nothing.

“All right.” He drew closer to her and pulled the duvet off her. She did not resist.

“Aren’t these the most smashing boobs in all of Hogwarts? “ He fondled her breasts lightly. “Say it, Granger.”

“Ahem… Aren’t these the most smashing boobs in all of Hogwarts?” muttered Hermione. It wasn’t exactly in her habit to say juicy compliments on her own body parts.

“Good girl. Here!” He Accioed her Charms book and it plopped down beside her.

“I’d rather have my clothes back first,” she said crossly.

“Don’t worry, you’ll get them in due time, my nude princess,” Draco drawled, his eyes lingering on her nakedness. He stretched his body lazily. “Hermione’s got such a sexy pussy. Your turn, sweetie.”

“Hermione‘s got such a sexy pussy. Your turn, sweetie,“ Hermione said in a clear and firm voice. She had got something on her mind, and now she waited for a right moment to get back at him. Was he now aware that she had seen his Dark Mark?

“I’d like to get my Arithmancy book and parchments now, Draco. If possible.”

“Sure, my fair witch.” The heavy Arithmancy volume and a bunch of parchments were now at her feet. “It isn’t so hard to talk sexy, right? And I love how your naughty lips move when you say it.”

“I appreciate the compliments from the proud stud. However, Mr. Malfoy, I’m going to work on my Arithmancy assignment now.”

“Not so fast, Hermione. One more line to say, and we can devote ourselves to our studies.” He extinguished his wand and received an annoyed growl from her. “The light will be back when you say the last line, my sweet tigress.”

“Go ahead, my sweet Death Eater,” was her catty response.

He nearly jumped to his feet. Merlin’s torn pants, how could he forget about it? Frolicking all naked around her, and not even remembering about his bloody Mark? Damned be Lord Voldemort with all of his Death Eaters!

Silence fell between them in the darkness. As Draco’s eyes adjusted to the dark, he was able to see Hermione’s form lying next to him. He had to do something to prevent her from telling everyone about his Dark Mark. If it became public knowledge, it could mean his expulsion from Hogwarts and consequently his complete failure in the Dark Lord’s eyes. Several plausible-sounding excuses came to his mind, but how good was the chance that the smart witch wouldn’t see through them right away?

He discerned Hermione getting up in the dark and trying to gather her things scattered around on the floor. The silence was becoming unbearable for him. It would be so much easier if she lashed out at him. Draco broke down and could think of nothing better than telling things as they were.

“Hermione… Please… if they find out about my Dark Mark, I’m going to be a corpse. And… and my parents will get killed too.”

His deflated tone startled Hermione. She hesitated a little before speaking up.

“Why did you decide they’d execute you and your family? The worst you’d get would be a term in Azkaban like your father.“ She studied his outline in the dark. “Of course, I’ll have to devise a way to date you in Azkaban!”

“No, I mean You-Know-Who. I must redeem my father now.” Draco paused. “If I don’t, then I’m as good as a dead body.”

“Did You-Know-Who give you a task to carry out for him at Hogwarts?” Her face was now inches from his.

“No… - not yet. “ He tried to keep his voice steady.

“We are all safe here under Dumbledore’s protection, Draco. You must come forth, and he’ll give you a shelter,“ she implored him. Her hand stroked his cheek tenderly.

“I can‘t - my mother and father - they’ll be dead in an instant. We must keep everything a secret,” Draco said quietly. “If they find out I shag you, we both are in a big trouble. You don’t know what he and the Death Eaters can do.”

“Was the lust potion a part of his plan?” Hermione persisted. “Whom were you supposed to feed it to? I guess not to me.”

“No, no, the potion idea was my own. I - I was going to share it with Pansy.”

“So Crabbe and Goyle confused me with Pansy?” Her voice rang with unbelief.

“It was the worst prank they ever pulled on me!” Draco’s voice sounded desperate now.

“I didn’t know your goons could pull pranks on you,“ smirked Hermione.

“No one gives me a damn now that my father is in Azkaban!” Draco said bitterly. “Will you keep it all a secret, at least?”

Hermione was silent for a minute. “All right, I will. Could you light up your wand now? I’d like to get dressed and go back to my House to do my homework. What’s the time by the way?”

Draco lit up his wand, checked his watch and gasped. It was 5 am. They looked at each other, not sure how to proceed. There was simply no time to get the homework done and then sneak into bed before everyone was up.

Hermione, already fully dressed, picked up the Charms book from the mattress.

“Oi, it’s your book, not mine. Here’s your Charms essay.” She held up a parchment that was tucked in the book. “Oh my, what a piece of crap…”

Draco paused while buttoning up his shirt.

“I shall see first what your homework looks like after this weekend!” He grabbed her Arithmancy parchments. “All right, Know-It-All Granger, do you really think thirty-four divided by two equals fifteen?”

“Where?” She snatched her work from him and groaned, “Merlin, I’ll have to re-calculate everything. I still have the Charms essay to do, and I really don’t know what to put in it because I didn‘t go to the library to get the books, and now I‘ve got only two hours to get it all done!”

Draco pulled two books from his bag and tossed them to her side.

“That’s for your essay. If you go over my parchment and fix it, I can do both your Arithmancy assignment and mine.”

They promptly transfigured the mattress and bedding back into chairs, and dusted off a desk. In less than two hours their homework was up to notch, and they even managed to practice a few nonverbal spells on the chairs piled up in a corner.

The pale early morning light had already filled the classroom. When Hermione was about to step out the door, Draco took her by her shoulders from behind and turned around to face him. She looked at him questioningly. He kissed her on her lips lightly, and, unexpectedly for herself, she blushed violently.

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A few early risers were already out in the corridors. Hermione hurried to the Gryffindor Common Room and was relieved to see that no one was there. She peeked into her dorm: everyone was still fast asleep. Breathlessly, Hermione put her bag near her bed and stalked off to the bathrooms. There, in front of a large mirror in the still empty room she quickly unbuttoned her blouse and unfastened her bra. She studied her reflection: Lavender had more of a bosom than her. Hermione flustered again at the memory of Draco‘s caresses. He liked her breasts so much…

She straightened her clothes and pondered the conversation about You-Know-Who and the Death Eaters. In the light of it the talk that Harry overheard on the train made sense. When Draco confessed about the danger he and his family was in, Hermione felt a twinge of pity for him. Still, she could not believe his every word yet. She should coax more out of Malfoy and alert others if necessary. Hermione flipped her hair back and scrutinised herself in the mirror again. Now she was on a mission.