The broken, The unwanted, and The Inhuman.

Ron, Head Boy and Prefect, walked silently into the nearly empty 7th year girl dorms. The only remaining occupant in the room was the Head Girl herself, Hermione Granger.

Ron froze at the door and watched his girlfriend for a few moments. She was laying in bed on her stomach, her robes, socks and shoes tossed off to the side, her legs scissoring childishly in the air.

She of course, had a large tome in front of her, spread out on her pillow.

Ron's heart warmed at the site, his eyes drifting from Hermione's womanly legs to the hem of her school skirt as she moved her legs back and forth… back and forth…back and forth…back and forth.

One of his top fantasies about Hermione (who played in over 80% of all of his sexual fantasies, since he could remember) was taking Hermione while she was wearing her Gryffindor outfit. Well, he wasn't about to let this chance pass him by, no matter what.

The movement was so childish and innocent; Ron couldn't help but remember why he loved her. Even after the horror of the final battle and everything they had gone though, she was still so … innocent … collected… untarnished… so Hermione.

Ron entered the room, his mind reeling at all of the things he would like to do to the space hidden under her skirt. He moved toward her bed, climbed in, making sure his body was hovering over hers.

Hermione turning her head, looked at Ron. Her kind eyes alighting and warming as she smiled at him.

"RON!!" She said reproachfully. "What would the Headmistress say if she found out that you where using your privileges as Head Boy to sneak into my bed?" She said without much conviction.

"I'd tell her you where reading and she'd forgive me." Ron said while putting one arm on each side of her body as he looked over her shoulder. He would play along for now, but he had plans for those lips that where talking to him. "So, what book are you reading?" He asked, still looking over her shoulder, while moving himself closer to her and gaining access to her neck.

"It's a book on Veela’s and their mates. I was hoping to brush up on my information so we could help Harry with his…" Hermione stopped and hummed as she bobbed her head, looking for the right word.

"Dragon problem?" Ron said helpfully with a grin as his eyes gazed at her neck. Hermione laughed, her body shaking against Ron's as she chuckled. Ron bit his lip and moaned inwardly at the action. Oh, she had no idea what she was doing to him, his sweet, precious, innocent Hermione.

"Yes, his dragon problem." Hermione said. "Luckily, all he has to do is not look him in the eye for more than five seconds for the next two weeks."

Ron's mind moved out of the gutter for a few seconds at those words. "Really? What do you mean?"

"It's the second part of the connection. The first part of the connection is determined by scent; how the mate smells to the Veela. The second is sight; eye contact." Hermione said as she turned the page. Ron groaned inwardly. He had fueled Hermione by asking her what she meant, and now he had to detract her and
fast.

"All Harry has to do is refuse to look pointedly into Draco's eyes for more than five seconds and the connection will be broke. Draco will be forced to relent and choose... another... mate…" Hermione ended slowly.

Ron had slowly and softly moved her bushy mass of brown hair to the left of her neck. He started butterfly kissing her all the way from under her ear, to the middle of her neck. Soft, sweet, seductive kisses that left a warm, swimming feeling growing in her stomach.

Hermione's eyes fluttered closed as she sighed and allowed Ron to kiss her. The warm feeling swam in her stomach, like multi-colored butterflies, fluttering against the wall of her flesh, tingling an tickling her as Ron's hand ran up her outer thighs.

"Which is odd...be…be…because with the Veela mating an…and all … I expected it would be…" Hermione said as Ron's kisses lowered, going from the middle of her neck, moving slower and slower, down her neck, almost to her collar bone, as his hands slipped under the hem of her short school shirt.

"Would… be..." Hermione said as her fingers gripped her blankets in a tight grip. Ron's kisses lowered to the curve between her neck and her shoulder. He was inching ever so close to her collarbone, nearly there, oh so close...

"Would…be…" Hermione said lamely as Ron's kisses finally landed on her collarbone. The spot that sent her gasping and gripping harder, and sent the butterfly's in her stomach shooting downward, lighting up the places that she now longed for Ron's member to be, as he pulled down her underwear. And just at that moment, as if just to drive her crazy, she could feel his strong chest against her back, as she was still on her stomach.

"Harder?" Ron answered teasingly as he pressed his body into Hermione's, letting her feel his erection pressing against her softest of places. Hermione buried her head into her pillow and moaned in longing.

Ron acted immediately. He pulled Hermione's underwear the rest of the way down, and unzipped his pants with his right hand releasing a good deal of pressure from his member. He then moved his right hand back to Hermione, under her skirt, moving his fingers softly up her slit, and then putting pressure on her clit.

Ron couldn't help but lick his lips as Hermione gasped and moaned, her eyes closing in ecstasy as his fingers pressed against her faster and faster. Hermione pressed her hips forward into the softness of the bed. Ron could feel her wetness and excitement on his fingers.

He had only imagined this moment; Hermione and he, in an empty dorm, her still wearing her Gryffindor shirt and skirt, as he made her gasp and moan and call his name.

He reached down with his left hand and freed himself from his boxers as he looked at the moaning vision before him, clearly in ecstasy. Ron moaned out load at the mere thought of what it would be like to see Hermione reach her peek.

Ron, now freed from his boxers, positioned himself at Hermione's entrance; not caring that he still was placing pressure on her clit, and that she was still laying on her stomach. Ron pushed himself into her body, slowly but steadily, making sure not to stop until he was COMPLETELY inside her, even if he had to gasp and close his eyes to do it.

Hermione's walls tightened around him as he entered, pushing straight into her g-spot. She gasped and stayed completely still. She felt Ron enter her and felt his flesh inside where he was needed; and she DID need him. Hermione then gasped again and waited until Ron's hand start moving against her clit once more. He started pushing himself in and out of her, hitting her g-spot over and over again.

Hermione gasped and moaned loudly, no longer able to contain it, as she pressed backwards against him, allowing him to get inside quicker and deeper, as the butterflies swarmed her womb now, rejoicing at the actions, building and growing with every thrust.

Ron started moving faster now; Hermione’s actions egging him on, but not wanting to pull all the way out, because of how good it felt to be so deep inside of her. Ron removed his right hand from her skirt, putting both of his hands at either side of Hermione's body and pumped, over and over again, into her womb, being rewarded every time with a load moan, gasp, or yell as he continued.

The fluttering soon became a painful ache, and Hermione's moans and yells became begs for release. Ron stopped, just for a moment, and finally flipped Hermione's body over so her back was on the bed and her stomach was now touching his. Hermione gasped at the quick movement and moaned again as she felt Ron enter her once more. Hermione wrapped her legs around his waist, pulling him closer, as he continued thrusting and moaning, only this time, much faster.

Before long Hermione felt her orgasm swelling inside her, waiting to burst from her. Ron must have noticed, because he immediately grabbed her hips and pressed into her even harder.

Hermione yelped and gaped at him, her face flushed and her legs tightening as Ron relentlessly pushed up, pumping into her, nearly forcing the orgasm to come to a head.

Hermione felt a burst inside of herself as her orgasm came and screamed out his name. Ron came just after, with a wide-eyed look and an appeased grunt, as he emptied himself inside of her, his body then caving in to fatigue as he lay next to her.

Both stayed there, basking in the post-orgasm haze…

Neither realizing that they where still in their school uniforms.
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Harry realized that he was semi-awake because he noticed that he was hot, uncomfortably hot. The blankets he had were tighter than a boa constrictor around it’s prey. Harry, half asleep, decided that to fix this problem all he had to do was lean forward just a little bit, and allow his body to fall from his side to his back. That would loosen the too-hot blankets and allow his back to let off some heat, as well as move him away from the bulking mass at his back.

So Harry moved his weight to the left side of his body, allowing himself to fall lazily onto his stomach then shifted his body a little just to loosen the covers, planning on slipping back to sleep soon after.

Too bad for him that the heat source didn't want him to move and growled as it pulled Harry back to him.

Harry couldn't have jumped out of the bed fast enough, even if he had tried.

He stood, dumb struck, mouth open, twisted into an ‘o’ shape as he looked in shock at the bed and at Draco. Harry's wild ‘just ravaged’ hair didn't help ease the look either.

Draco's gray eyes peered up at him as he stared at Harry, watching him. He saw Harry's shocked and confused look and waited to see what he would do.

Harry just stood there for a few moments blinking at Draco, the bed, and then in the direction of the sofa that they had… well... done thing’s on?…

Draco grinned as he realized that Harry wasn't automatically going to hex him. He smiled at his mate and relaxed as he moved to his side on the bed as well.

"What? No good-morning kiss for me, Potter?"

Harry's eye’s then narrowed and his attention snapped around the room, as anger started to roll off of him.

Draco paled. Oh shit, he'd gone to far again, hadn't he? And what in Merlin’s name was Harry looking for anywa…

Harry lunged at the pile of his clothes that Draco had folded and put to the side himself. Draco's eyes widened and he jolted up in bed as he saw Harry throw around the clothes, looking for...

OH, SHIT... "Whoa, Whoa, WAIT!!" Draco yelled as Harry turned around, flicking his wand. Draco made himself fall harshly on the floor BEHIND the bed, as three hexes hit the spot where he was just laying.

"YOU GOD-DAMN, MOTHER-FUCKING, MIND-CONTROLLING, BRAINLESS VEELA SON-OF-A-BITCH!!!" Harry said and then threw three more spells at him.

"DIDN'T YOU LISTEN TO A DAMN WORD I SAID?!! DID-YOU-NOT-HEAR-THE-BLOODY-WORDS-COMING-OUT-OF-MY-MOUTH?!!" Harry said as he now walked around the side of the bed, where he saw Draco crouching. Harry immediately started casting stinging hexes at him as Draco tried to jump up and get to the other side of the bed. Luckily the third hex hit him and Draco fell, yelping, onto the bed as he rubbed his upper leg.

"FUCK! HARRY, STOP IT! CALM THE FUCK DOWN FOR CHRIST SAKE!!" Draco said as he pampered the stung leg like a little 6-year-old. Harry growled.

"CALM DOWN?!! CALM DOWN!??! SHOULD HAVE FUCKING THOUGH ABOUT THAT BEFORE YOU BLOODY JUMPED ME!!" Harry said. Then thinking of a fitting spell, pointed his wand directly at Draco and cast a spell, non-verbally. It was a bright blue and hit Draco true.

Harry grinned maliciously as he lowered his wand. Draco blinked and looked over his chest, then the rest of his body as he tried to figure out what Harry had done. Harry grinned even more as Draco patted down his arms and legs and even his back and face.

Finally Harry burst out laughing. Not his normally kind, funny laugh, but a cold and cruel one that didn't fit him and didn't vouch well for Draco.

Draco narrowed his eyes as he looked over to Harry, anger and rage now filling his heart. How DARE his Mate attack him?!! CURSE him?!! LAUGH at him?!!!

"WHAT THE HELL DID YOU DO?!!" Draco yelled, as he jumped up and looked in the mirror, making sure his hair and face where as they should be. Harry just walked back towards his clothes and picked them up.

When he started to walk out, Draco yelled at him again.

"HEY!! POTTER, DON'T YOU DARE WALK AWAY WITHOUT ANSWERING ME!! WHAT DID YOU DO?!!"

Harry turned back still grinning at him, looking all but too pleased with himself.

"Why not... If you must know, Draco, I used an IMPOTENCE curse on you." Draco's faced paled and fell as he registered Harry's words.

"YOU...DID... WHAT!?!"

"Well, I figured since you can't seem to keep IT under control, I'd try and keep it under control for you. And don't try to find a counter-curse or a potion to fix it; that thing’s staying down for seven days, whether you want it to or not... NIGHT!!"

And with that, Harry slammed Draco's door shut, leaving Draco to fume, curse and kick as he pleased.