Poison

Chapter Eight – Addiction

She was a constant source of surprise and amazement. He’d never have thought she was thiss randy and experimental. He supposed that it shouldn’t be much of a surprise given her inquisitive nature, but her boldness right now was taking it up a level.

She had pulled him into a small alcove, behind a suit of armor and was currently on her knees before him, her mouth devouring his manhood. It was everything he could do to not cry out, knowing that if he did the people in the hall behind him would be alerted to their presence. If that happened, she‘d stop, and he did not want her to stop.

She looked up at him while she swirled her tongue around his head, using her hand to pump the organ up and down a few times. He looked divine, his head thrown back with an intense look on his face. She smiled and groaned as she felt herself get damp with arousal. He gasped at the sensation her groan caused on his prick, and grabbed the back of her head, thrusting forward a few times before she tasted his hot, salty fluid in her mouth. She sucked until she’d swallowed it all, then she released him. She stayed on her knees looking up at him. One of the things she was starting to love was the sight of the usually cool and calm Draco Malfoy, completely lost to his sensations.

Once some composure had returned he glanced down at her. She was staring at him with a small playful smile on her lips.

“Come here, you witch,” he said, reaching down and grabbing her arms. He pulled her flush against him, and kissed her. He could taste himself in her mouth. She smiled against his lips and danced from his grasp.

“See you in class, Malfoy,” she sang, blowing him a kiss and leaving him standing there, his decreasing member still hanging out.

He stayed where he was for another moment, trying to regain his poise. When he felt that he was ready, he tucked himself away, and grabbed his things. He headed off towards the potions classroom. He was glad that Snape wasn’t teaching at present. This late, his old friend wouldn’t hesitate to take house points from him.

The whole class turned to look at him when he entered, including her but she was the only one that smiled. He made his excuses to the professor and made his way to his work station. He cast a quick glance at her. She held up her text, so he could see what they were doing, and he was thankful. He set about preparing the potion, all the while keeping his eye on her and her progress. She was teamed with that idiot Longbottom. He could tell that she was trying hard to concentrate on her work and not give in to the urge to look at him.

She set her cauldron over the flame, and stirred until the mixture turned turquoise. He was watching her, she could feel it. She wondered if he would try and get her back for leaving him earlier. She shivered in anticipation, almost spilling the liquid as she filled her vial for the professor. She mopped up the excess, and label her work, before taking both hers and Neville’s to the front of the room.

Class ended, and the students began to pack up their belongings. She felt the shadow fall over her work, and glanced up at him.

Mindful of the fact that she was with her friend and housemate, he tried to put as much coldness in his voice as possible.

“Could I ask for you help with something, Mud…uh I mean Granger?” he said.

“I suppose so,” she answered, turning and nodding at Neville that she was ok. He left with a worried expression on his face. She smiled her reassurance before he disappeared out the door.

“What can I do for you, Malfoy?” she said. He watched as their Potions master left the room, muttering under his breath. When they were alone, he leaned a hand against the work bench on either side of her, trapping her. Her breathing quickened.

“Yes?” she asked sweetly, a playful smile on her lips. He was looked at her with that now familiar gaze.

He took a step closer. She didn’t flinch, but stared him straight in the eye. He tilted his head, and brushed his lips softly against hers. She sighed and puckered her lips to meet his, but he pulled back, not allowing the contact. She slumped back against the desk, and he reached forward again. This time he ran his tongue ever so softly over her lips, eliciting another sigh. Once again, she tried to deepen the kiss, but he pulled away. She smiled, catching on to the game.

He grabbed her chin and brushed his lips against hers one more time. This time she didn’t try to kiss back, but her breathing deepened and she moan. Again, he ran his tongue along her lips, and briefly delved inside, running it along the front of her teeth. She shuddered, opening her mouth to him. He invaded it, running his tongue over her own, across the roof of her mouth and along her gums. She was moaning, and he could smell her arousal. She must be dripping wet now. He ran his tongue along her lips again, before pressing into the gently. He smiled, and pressed two small kisses on either corner of her mouth, before pulling away from her.

“I just needed to clear that up with you. Thanks, Granger,” he said, leaving her panting against the desk.

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Blaise Zambini’s eyes narrowed when he saw the Head Boy and Head Girl enter the Great Hall together. They weren’t touching but they didn’t seem to be uncomfortable in each other’s presence either. He hadn’t spent much time with Draco this year, but they had always been pretty good friends. Having his own rooms, and wary of some of their housemates, the blond hadn’t spent much time in their common room, and kept mostly to himself during school hours.

He had noticed exchanges between the Head’s, and he had been getting more and more suspicious of their changing relationship. He was a lot more perceptive than most people, but others in their house were starting to notice differences in Draco. Blaise’s mother had no allegiance to the Dark Lord, but other people in his house weren’t so fortunate. Pansy Parkinson, for example, was very well connected and the sort of vindictive girl who could make trouble for Draco if she caught wind of what was happening.

He decided that it was time to voice his suspicions and concerns to his friend. When Draco sat down, he moved over and sat next to him.

Draco was surprised to find someone voluntarily approaching him.

“Zambini,” he greeted his friend.

“Malfoy,” the darker boy replied.

“What can I do for you?” Draco asked, raising an eyebrow.

“It’s what I can do for you, actually. People are starting to notice.” To emphasize his point, he glanced at the Head Girl. Draco followed his gaze, and he swallowed. How could they have been so stupid? Of course people were going to notice if they weren’t busy trying to kill each other at every chance.

“You know I don’t care. You’re free to diddle or date anyone you chose, but there are others that could cause you all sorts of problems,” Blaise continued, nodding towards Pansy. Draco nodded.

“Thanks for the heads up,” he said.

“Just trying to help a friend,” Blaise replied, “See you around, Draco” The other boy left him to his thoughts. Lost to his lust and his altering feelings, he hadn’t given thought to what would happen if their relationship was discovered. He didn’t want her to be in any danger and, as Blaise had just pointed out, she probably would be if it was revealed that she had favor with him. Damn, he thought. When they had parted at the door to the Hall, he’d been almost happy. Now he was more confused and worried. He had to think of something, and it had to be fast. He rose and gathered his books together. He made himself look straight ahead as he left the hall. No need to add any fuel to the fire.

Across the hall, she’d noted the exchange between Zambini and Draco with interest. When Draco was alone again, she started to worry about what had been said. She knew from the look Zambini had cast at her that it couldn’t be good news. She chewed on her bottom lip, wondering if somehow they’d been discovered. She tried not to watch him leave, focusing instead on finishing her pumpkin juice.

She resolved to ask him about it tonight after dinner. Sighing, she rose and grabbed her books for Arithmancy. She said a hurried good bye to Ginny, and headed to class.

When she reached it, her class mates were milling about the door. Obviously, Professor Vector wasn’t quite ready for them yet. Draco was slumped against the wall across the hall, and was staring determinedly at his feet. She tried not to look at him, but her gaze kept wandering back. She was worried about him. He seemed deep in thought.

He could feel her watching him. Damn it, Granger, he thought. If she was too stupid to know that people would notice her making doe eyes at her enemy, they were going to get sprung for sure. He looked up, mustering as much anger as he could.

“What are staring at, Mudblood?” he hissed at her. The students around them stopped their chatting to look at him. She instantly flushed with ire.

“A pitiful excuse for a wizard,” she said, turning on her heel and showing him her back. He resisted the urge to grab her and apologize, and instead resumed staring at his feet.

Soon enough the door to the classroom opened, and the students began to file through it. He made himself ignore her as he slumped into a chair at the back of the room. He made himself not care that he had hurt her. He made himself numb to everything.

She was fuming. How dare he just turn on her like that again? If he thought he keep letting her in then shutting her right back out again, he was in for a big surprise. She somehow made it through all their afternoon classes without breaking down, but her resolve didn’t last long when she’d got back to her room.

When she didn’t appear at dinner, he made his way to the kitchen, and ordered a house elf to send a plate of food to her room. Then he made his way to the Slytherin common room. He had some damage to assess.

When his house mates looked up and saw him, they began to murmur amongst themselves. He forced himself to remain calm and made his way to where Zambini was sitting with Crabbe and Goyle. He nodded his hello to the three boys. Once he had settled down, Zambini leant over to him.

“Do you really think it’s a good idea for you to be here?” he asked.

“Well, you pointed out to me today that I’ve not been spending enough time with my house, so I thought I’d rectify that. I do hope that nobody is calling for my blood just yet,” Draco replied, scouting the room for anybody that looked like they meant him harm.

“Well, look what the cat dragged in,” a shrill voice said from the doorway. He turned his head. He stood to face her.

“Hello Pansy,” he said, keeping his face expressionless. She walked towards him.

“Finally left your Mudblood whore to visit your friends, hey Draco?” she asked venomously. He sneered at her, keeping his face the picture of coldness.

“Whatever do you mean?” he asked her.

“Well, we’ve all been trying to think of reasons why you haven’t visited us down here for over a week,” Pansy said circling him.

“Millicent here said she thought you and that bitch Granger weren’t fighting as much as you used to. We naturally assumed that meant that you’d been fucking the dirty little slut,” she spat at him. He wanted to punch her for talking that way about Hermione, but forced himself to remain stoic.

“Oh, really, Pans. Do you think I’m that desperate? Even ostracized as I have been this year, the Malfoy name still holds some sway. I’ve simply been busy with Head duties and homework. I don’t want to fail my N.E.W.T.s, after all.”

He regarded him coolly for a bit, before smiling at him sweetly.

“Whatever you say, Draco,” she said, “Come on girls” she said to Millicent and Daphne. The headed towards the girl’s dorms.

Draco flopped back into the chair behind him. He wondered if she was really satisfied with the answers he’d given her. He didn’t like that smile she’d given him. He was going to have to warn Granger to watch her back.