Carnal Afflictions

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So in honor of that, here’s the next chapter with an extra page written because we’re celebrating!





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“You don’t get everything you want, Malfoy. I won’t let you.”



“Heh. Tell me, do you really fancy yourself in love with the twit, or are you just getting back at me for stopping our little trysts?”



While Draco’s expression was haunted with the ghost of his oh so familiar smirk, Blaise stood a few feet away, his arms at his sides, with no expression at all. They were having a typical male showdown, and in typical male fashion, neither noticed the previous re-arrival of an incredibly shocked witch.





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It was a compromising position. She couldn’t doubt it. And she wouldn’t have believed it if she hadn’t seen it with her own eyes. So there she was, running up the stairs to grab her wand so she could do her Head Girl thing and stop the impending blood bath, a second later, she reemerges to witness a very heated scene. Malfoy was kissing Blaise. Malfoy was kissing Blaise. Malfoy was kissing Blaise.



Oh bloody hell, Malfoy was kissing Blaise.



The new information exploded in her brain. She felt as if everything was unraveling before her. Her mouth dropped open as she witnessed the movements, the constant needy grinding against each other. Her eyebrows shot up towards her hairline as she unconsciously clutched her wand tighter in her hand. From the looks of it, Draco Ferret Malfoy was snogging the life out of Blaise Zabini.



She almost had a direct view of the action; from where she was standing, she could only see the constant grating of their lower bodies and the tops of their closely joined heads. She saw Malfoy’s ecstasy on his face when Blaise pulled him even closer. She saw the almost urgent tugging and pulling of clothes as both men sought a closer intimacy. And she saw Malfoy’s rejection as he pushed the darker boy away from him.



Her breath hitched in her throat at the abrupt movement. She didn’t know what she wanted more: either to rush down there and stop them, or beg for them to continue. It was a sight not very many people would ever have the privilege of witnessing. Here were the two most gorgeous Slytherin bad boys putting on a show right in front of her eyes. Gods, she was turned on. On the one hand, there was Draco fucking Malfoy. Granted, he is an arrogant prat, but that doesn’t take away from the fact that he’s delicious in bed. And then on the other hand…was Blaise Zabini – the dark skinned, silently-intense, Slytherin who displayed an amazing skill with his fingers…



Mmm…Or maybe…maybe she’d rush down there and join them…



The heat rose to her cheeks as Hermione clenched her thighs together and bit her lip in an attempt to not cry out. But damn if it wasn’t hot.





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“I won’t let you have her, Malfoy. You’ve gotten everything you’ve wanted since you were born. You play with people like toys because no one opposes you. You use people just because you can.” He sneered while his hands clenched into fists. “But not Hermione. Never Hermione.”



The smirk fell off his face as his agitation towards Blaise rose. Playtime was over. Blaise was finally serious, and now, so was Draco. It seemed as if the stakes were ten times higher now, perhaps it was pure male arrogance or maybe just a mutual need to dominate over the other. Either way, the gloves were off.



“You didn’t answer my question. Do you really love her, or are you just trying to get at me?”



“Not everything’s about you, Draco. I’m warning you, stay away from Hermione. House loyalties be damned, I will protect that girl from you, by any means necessary.” With a final threat, Zabini casually exited the Head Rooms, leaving Malfoy to his own thoughts.





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Hermione’s eyes widened as Blaise departed. Disappointment enveloped her as she pursed her lips together into a disapproving line. She didn’t even know why he left. Obviously it was because they were done with their little macho argument, but they were too quiet. She couldn’t hear a single word exchanged.



Backing up a few steps, Hermione quietly snuck into her room while Malfoy was still distracted. She could use this new information to her advantage. She just had to think of the perfect way. To know that they had that kind of relationship…surely it could be used against the bastard in some way that will be to her benefit.





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He was pissed. Draco stood standing exactly where he was for the next fifteen minutes. His hands were clenched as he stared straight ahead. His gray orbs weren’t seeing anything; he was just standing there thinking and cursing every person that came to mind for his new humiliation.



‘Unacceptable.’ He, a Malfoy, got left behind. ‘Un-fucking-acceptable.’



He didn’t notice Granger’s arrival or departure. He didn’t notice the clock chiming a new hour. He didn’t notice the fire slowly burning out. He didn’t notice anything as he stood there and plotted his revenge. Zabini was going to regret interfering.



Oh yes, he was going to regret interfering. The Slytherin mischief returned to his eyes as his grin turned sinister. His eyes darted to the Head Girl’s door as he chuckled under his breath.



But first things first: Hermione Granger needed to be taught a lesson.





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“Mmhm…” Her eyes were closed as she leaned forward under the shower. One arm was braced against the wall while the other was slowly caressing its way down her body. The water was warm, though she could hardly feel it, as the steam collected and fogged up the joint bathroom.



It was both a blessing and a curse. To be named Head Girl gave her many privileges, one of which included her own personal bathroom. The downfall was that it was to be shared, as it was situated between both Head Bedrooms, was the ferret himself.



She sighed and then bit her bottom lip as she grasped her breast and started tweaking her own nipples. She was so turned on, first Blaise leaves her on the brink and then she catches the two in a heated snog. Merlin, she never got a break…



“Ahh…” She started panting as she was finally able to jam three fingers into her cunt. Her skin was slippery wet and she easily imagined someone else taking control and touching her instead. “Mmhm…”



Behind her closed eyes, she saw Blaise leaning over to suck and lick at her nipples. She felt his hot breath against her skin as he kissed a trail down her abdomen only stopping to swirl his tongue around her navel. She could feel his hands caressing her hips before roughly moving to squeeze and clutch at her bottom, tugging her closer towards his mouth as he licked and sucked at the skin on her pelvic bone. Her hands reached out to clutch at his hair as she cried out in need while pushing his head closer…closer…Her leg spread and lifted to grant him easier access as his tongue darted forward to lick at her clit.



She cried out and started moving her hand faster while using her thumb to rub against her clit.



His hands clenched around her ass cheeks as his mouth grew more insistent. He started eating her pussy as if it were the last delicacy on the planet. His tongue would spear into her, mimicking the actions of a more primal need, and he would relentlessly suck at her clit.



But then the scene changed.



As Blaise knelt and frenched her pussy, a dream Malfoy appeared behind her. He ground his dick against her ass as one hand traveled to her thigh to clutch at it and heave it higher, opening her up even more for Blaise’s torturous actions. Blaise would then smirk up at Draco and start pumping her with his fingers, all the while watching her facial expression. And then before she knew it, Malfoy would push her forward, grab her hips and slam his way him.



He started thrusting into her aching core as Blaise switched to attacking her clit again. It was such a sensation. To have Malfoy beating into her from behind while Blaise licked and stimulated her clit…and every so often, Blaise would dart out and lick at her juices as Malfoy continued to have his way with her.



Her hand started moving faster and a bit more recklessly as she strived for her climax. Her back was arched and her breasts jutted out towards the wall while her legs were spread apart with her ass in the perfect position for her imaginary Malfoy to keep thrusting into her. It was an all too inviting sight.



Draco had broken into the bathroom with the intention of teaching Granger a lesson. But the image of the Head Girl bent over for him was too much for him to handle. Stripping silently, he watched as she cried out in anticipation for her climax, he firmly grasped his hardening cock in one hand while continuing to watch the scene before him. But enough was enough. Draco grinned as he sought out the place behind her.



Gasping at the sudden intrusion, Hermione attempted to stand up straight, but Malfoy’s hand on her shoulder kept her from her goal. It was happening just like her vision! The only down fall was that Blaise wasn’t there to participate…



“Why did you…have to go for Blaise of all people?” His voice was quiet, but full of anger. He licked the shell of he ear as his other hand pumped his dick a few more times before roughly pushing into her.



Hermione cried out as both of her hands flew forward to brace against the wall. The force of his thrusts sent her smashed against the wall as Malfoy furiously worked his way towards oblivion. Her eyes squeezed shut while her mouth opened in a moan. Just a little bit more…



“Well, Granger?” Sensing that she was near her climax, Malfoy slowed down to a painful speed. It was enough to stimulate, but not enough to push her over.



She cried and clenched her hands as she once again drifted down from what promised to be an amazing orgasm. But she was a Gryffindor. Stubbornness was in her blood. Hell if she ever bent to a Slytherin’s will.



“You don’t own me, Malfoy.” Her teeth were clenched as her face was pressed up against the wall. “I can date whoever I want.”



“Really. Heh.” Malfoy scoffed at her response. But a moment later, he hissed in surprised. The bint honestly thought she could get one up on him by clenching her inner walls. Fine, if she wanted it that way, he’ll play.



Suddenly, he applied more presser to her shoulders, forcing her to arch even more for him and he doubled his attack. He was almost insane, thrusting into her with a frantic sense as he made it his sole mission at that moment to see how loud he could get their skin to slap together. If not for the water running over them, he was sure she’d be dripping all over herself.



His other hand reached forward to roughly pull at her nipples. He twisted and yanked and squeezed her breasts until they were raw with a red anger. He was rough, far rougher than he had been with her before. But it couldn’t be helped. First Blaise decides to go against him, and then mudblood Granger decides that she doesn’t know her place. He was pissed and he was doing all he could to rectify the situation.



Grunts and moans were heard echoing in the bathroom as both students sought release. Hermione was almost crying from her need to get off and Draco was hammering into her with the need to once again assert his dominance.



“Ugh. What’s the matter, Malfoy?” Her voice was wispy as she panted out the words. “Getting tired? I’m sure Blaise’ll finish the job for you.” She was playing with fire, but it worked. Draco’s expression hardened as he shoved his hand between her clenching thighs and started stroking her clit.



“You’re going to regret that, bitch. I’m going to make you regret even considering Blaise for any sort of activity. You’re mine Granger. I don’t let go of my toys that easily.”



His enthusiasm was renewed. His anger doubled. His blue-gray eyes hardened over with determination as he inflicted his punishment on her all too willing body.





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