The Spring of the Satyr

The first few weeks of school flew past Hermione in a dizzying haze. The air was thick with a sense of melancholy relief. Everyone, both teachers and students, seemed to want more than anything to just be,, normal. Quiddich teams were being organized and house points won and lost. The only thing keeping Hermione from being truly happy was Ron. He simply wouldn't forgive her. She'd sent owl after owl - still no reply. She was spending more and more time alone, studying, and trying to make the most of this second chance. Still, she was getting lonely.

The worst part of all of this solitude were the dreams. They had returned with a vengeance, rotating through their familiar locations, waking her up in a sweat. Due to their sexual nature, Hermione knew that she could never talk to her friends about it. She and Ginny had shared a lot, but she couldn't imagine telling her about some of the wild, carnal, nocturnal things she'd experienced. Two days ago, after a straight week of researching dream spells, dream control and anything else she could find in the catalog with the word "dream" in it , Hermione forced herself to make an appointment with Professor Trelawney. Embarrassed beyond words, Hermione had described her nocturnal travels to the bespectacled professor she'd always despised - of course leaving out the more "intimate" details.

Enchanted with the attention and her own self-importance, Professor Trelawney had immediately begun spouting off about "Omens" and "Portents" and other such nonsense. "Total waste of time." Hermione thought as she left the Divination turret in a huff. "I knew she was a fraud!"

Monday and Friday afternoons were Hermione's least favorite time of the week. Advanced Charms 2 was by far her most difficult class. Not because of the work, she was really very good at Charms, but because it was the only class she shared with a certain blonde-haired Slytherin. On the first day of school she had mistakenly taken her usual seat at the front of the classroom, little knowing that Draco would choose to sit directly behind her. She had felt his eyes on the back of her head throughout each lesson, causing her to lose concentration and her ability to perform the necessary spellwork on more than one occasion. "Today will be no exception." She thought exasperatedly as he walked into the classroom. He came in alone, several seconds behind his four housemates. Hermione suddenly felt sorry for him. Even the other Slytherins shunned him.

"Draco." She said in greeting, with a slight smile.

"Hermione." He responded, surprise evident in his eyes. "Have a good week?"

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"That was the beginning." Hermione thought. A few days of simple, polite conversations in Charms had led to a few weeks of simple, polite conversations in the halls, which led to this - their 4th straight evening of simple, polite conversation and sitting a little too closely together - alone in the library.

"I think the wand is supposed to be held like this." Draco pointed his wand into the air and gave it a tight little twist. He leaned close to her and looked back at the book they were sharing. He was trying to help Hermione master a very complicated hover charm, the same hover charm some wizards could use to be able to fly without a broom. "Or maybe more like this." He said, moving his wand more quickly.

Hermione watched him, a small, hesitant smile on her lips. He was so different that she'd always known him to be! Here was a boy who was intelligent, serious about his studies, gentlemanly with her and really quite,,, handsome. She hadn't smelled the disturbing cologne on him since the day on the train, for which she was supremely grateful. It was confusing enough, this "thing" she had with him, without the smell of him driving her crazy. Still, even without it, she was surprised how much she liked being with him, how right it felt.

"Well?" He asked, eyes locking on hers, waiting.

"Well what?" She asked, so lost in her thoughts that she hadn't even been watching his demonstrations. "Oh!" She said, snapping out of it. She watched him repeat the motions and shook her head. "No, I think it's supposed to be more like this." She waved her wand in quick, flicking gestures. "Then, as you're doing it you say the incantation "Fugatium"". Hermione gave a frightened yelp as her feet lifted off the ground. She was blasting straight up!

Draco just managed to grab her shoe as she shot up into the air. As she held Hermione's foot like the string of a balloon and watched her flailing in panic Draco couldn't help himself. The laughter started deep in his stomach and no matter how hard he tried to quell it burst out of him until he was red faced and crying. Oh, this felt so good! Draco could barely remember the last time he had even really smiled. He didn't understand how this girl, this girl that he had hated for so long, this girl he was really only using to get back at his father,,,,, was making him feel happier than he thought he had ever been. "You've done it Hermione!" He said through great heaves of laughter.

Understandably, Hermione was less amused. The ceiling was over 100 feet high and she had no idea yet how to control her flight. "Please pull me down Draco!" She pleaded.
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Struggling against the charm, Draco pulled Hermione's foot down until he could grab her around the hips. Using both hands he pulled her so that she slid down the front of his body, touching every part of him. He held her there against him, his arms tightly around her waist, unable to let go for fear she would shoot back up. Their eyes met and heat poured from his body. Blood rushed to fill the stiffening hardness between his legs and knew she must feel it through the thin material of her robes. Was she offended? Would she stop these oh so pleasant little meetings? As good as the tightness and tingling in his body felt, part of him wished it would go away. The last thing he wanted was to scare her.

As she was pulled against his body and felt his response to her, Hermione let out an involuntary gasp. A piercingly unexpected, stabbing bolt of electricity jolted through her body. She dared to look down into his face. He looked almost as surprised by this as she was! His lips were parted slightly and his breathing was growing hoarse, yet he held her gaze with a shocked intensity she could barely handle. Carefully, he removed a hand from her waist and wound it up into her hair. Keeping his eyes locked on hers, he pulled her mouth down to meet his. Their lips met tenderly, softly. His peppermint flavored mouth was warm and delicious against hers, his tongue teasing hers so gently that she thought she would weep with longing. "Oh,,," She thought through the warm haze of passion "he feels so good!" Needing more than this gentleness, she grabbed the back of his head and pulled him deeper, encouraging him to wildness with her own. Suddenly, she was filled with a hunger she'd never imagined outside of her dreams.

Draco's eyes flew open as her tongue thrust savagely into his mouth. Damn! She kissed him with an ardor so hot and intense that it quickly had them both gasping for breath and moaning incoherently. His cock was so hard it hurt. His mind fumbled over the plans for slow seduction he'd so carefully laid. But Oh Gods, she felt so fucking good! He tried to lift the hand that wasn't tangled in her hair, needing to touch her, but as soon as he did she started to float. "End the spell Hermione!" He commanded in a savage whisper.

Hermione would have complied if she'd known how. Instead, she wrapped her legs around his waist, anchoring herself to him. She felt him thrust his thick hardness up to the cloth between her legs and moaned into his mouth as he began to grind it against her. Instinctively, her hips met his motions, sending shock waves of pleasure coursing through her groin. Now freed from their anchor duties, his fingers clumsily fumbled at the front of her robes. Too wild to undo the fastens, he rubbed her breasts through the cloth. "Pull it over my head." She breathed impatiently, needing to feel his flesh. She wiggled out of her robes and he threw them on the library table. She knew this was crazy, someone, anyone, teacher or student, could come in at any moment, but she didn't care. The only real feeling in the world right now was centered at the heat between her thighs.

Lifting her t-shirt and bra out of the way, Draco cupped her breasts in both hands and groaned feebly. Her denim-clad hips were still grinding wildly against him, filling him with a need so overwhelming he could barely think. If she kept that up he would be finished. "Let's find somewhere private,,, please,,," He begged. She rubbed herself up and down him again. It was all he could do to control it. "Please Hermione, you've got to stop!"

Groaning with frustration, she let him pull her shirt back down. She thought she would combust. "Room of requirement,,, go to the Room of Requirement!" She let go of his shoulders and let him maneuver her unto his back. Riding piggyback, she wrapped her arms around him and started kissing the back of his neck. "Hurry!"

Grabbing her robes off the table, Draco hurried out of the library and up to the seventh floor corridor. He paced furiously back and forth in front of the empty wall three times until the passageway opened. He carried her in to the candlelit, low-ceilinged room and laid her on the satin covered bed. He tied a thick soft belt that seemed to be connected to the mattress around her waist, tethering her. Hermione smiled. "You thought of everything."

Draco pulled off his robes and lay beside her on the bed. He looked at her face in the warm, flickering light - cheeks red with desire, lips swollen, eyes so dark and full of fire, and thought he'd never seen anything more beautiful in his life. He pulled her t-shirt up over her head and unclasped her bra. He trailed the tips of his fingers over her bare skin. Hermione shivered and whimpered softly. Delicious! His mouth lowered to take her nipple in his mouth, sucking with gentle pressure, and she arched her back, straining against the belt.

"Don't tease me Draco please!" Hermione pleaded. Boldly, she guided his hand to the button on her jeans. "Take them off. I need you to touch me."

Draco removed the rest of his own clothes before pulling off her jeans and panties. He lay back down beside her and propped himself up on an elbow. Her body in the candlelight was flawless; creamy skin, perfectly constricted shell pink nipples, tiny waist, softly swelling hips. His hands caressed the soft skin of her breasts and stomach until she was nearly crying with need. He placed his hand on the curls between her legs and squeezed gently, loving the sound of her delighted gasp. Encouraged, he slid his finger inside her. Oh, he'd had no idea a girl could be this wet! He pulled the finger out and put it in his mouth, tasting her. He slid the finger over her lips, her tongue sliding out to swirl around it. He felt her hand brushing at his dick, moving up and down his length so softly there was barely any friction at all and thought he would go insane. He couldn't wait anymore.

Hermione felt a moment of fear as he positioned himself on top of her. She knew that the first time was supposed to be painful. She was ready for it. Draco slid in to her sodden tightness with a moan. Hermione felt no pain at all, only the pleasure and strangely familiar sensation of being fulfilled. Too aroused to give it further thought, she thrust her hips up to meet him, grabbing his flexing, muscular ass to pull him deeper. She ground herself against him in little circles, undulating her inner muscles around his thrusting cock.

"Oh SHIT!" Draco exclaimed as her little body milked him. "Oh Hermione yes!!!!" Losing control, he plunged into her. He knew he wouldn't last long enough. He reached between them to rub her clit with an inexperienced hand, but it was enough. He felt her spasming and heard her screams of pleasure before he exploded within her. Panting, he lay there on top of her for a moment, stunned. That had been the single best thing he'd ever experienced. He looked down into her face and was surprised to see tears streaking the sides of her face. Shit! He rolled off of her and looked at her in concern. "Did I hurt you?"

Hermione giggled. "No." She wiped her eyes and smiled happily at him. "I think the first time is always an emotional experience for a girl." She cupped his cheek and felt a massive surge of affection for him. He looked so worried! "Draco, you were sensational." She snuggled up to his side and let him pull her into his arms. "When can you do it again?"

Many hours later, near sunrise, Draco lay watching the colors change on the fresco on the ceiling. He stared at the nymphs and cherubs cavorting merrily above him and furrowed his brow. His mind was in turmoil. She hadn't been a virgin. He was sure of it. No virgin in the world would have had the knowledge of his body that she'd possessed the night before. Over and again, with womb and hands and mouth she'd brought him to the most incredible heights! She'd seemed to feel no pain,, but she said,,,. He stared at her sleeping face with it's halo of wild, curly hair, and felt a surge of emotion so strong it stunned him. This was supposed to be a game, a pleasant diversion, instead the little muggle-born witch had enchanted him! He had a heart-clenching thought: Had she done the same thing to his father? Had his detested sire gotten here first? Suddenly, maddened by the thought, he shook her awake.

Hermione smiled. "Again?" Through closed eyes she sensed his stabbing gaze. She forced her heavy lids to open and her smile melted as she saw the consternation on his face. "What's wrong Draco?" She asked, awake now.

"Do you know my father Hermione?" He asked, heart hammering.

"Of course I know your father Draco. You know I do, you were there when we met. Why?"

Draco sat up and stared at her, looking for any sign of guilt or subterfuge. "No, I mean have you KNOWN my father, you know,, like this?"

Hermione looked at him as if he'd gone mad. "You're asking if I've had sex with you father? Are you insane?"

"I saw him looking at you on the train. He called you his love."

Hermione remembered the strange interlude on the train. She hadn't been able to make out what Lucius had said, but it couldn't have been anything like that! "Draco, your father has never made it a secret how revolting he finds me and others of my birth. I'm sure you're mistaken." She reached down and unfastened the belt around her waist. The spell had worn off,, finally. She sat up and giggled. "Did you really think that I was having an affair with your father?"

Draco smiled in relief. "I guess not." He said, though the evidence of her experience still nagged at him. He let it go, wondering if you could indeed learn everything you needed from books.

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