Quicksilver

Quicksilver
(title subject to change)
story rating NC-17
pairing: DM/HG

Disclaimer: Harry Potter, Hermione Granger, Draco Malfoy, etc. are the sole property and copyright of the lovely J.K. Rowling. This story is for entertainment purposes only and is in no way affiliated with the original Harry Potter novel series or the Warner Bros. films.

This story contaiinorinor violence, some adult language, and overt sexuality.

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Chapter Eight
Never Enough

It had been two days since the fateful morning after Christmas, when Hermione\'s world had officially turned upside down. She\'d wandered aimlessly around Hogsmeade, half listening as Ginny chattered happily from shop to shop. She drank four butterbeers in a row without realizing it, and was led back to Hogwarts giggling nonstop and stumbling. Ron found all of this extremely amusing, thinking that perhaps she had just needed to relax for once in her life. He had no idea how right he was.

She hadn\'t done a scrap of schoolwork hadnhadn\'t communicated much more than she had at the breakfast when Harry had spotted the bruising on her neck. Harry had become quite suspicious...a creature of habit such as Hermione Granger required a shift in her entire universe in order to alter anything she would normally be doing. If this behavior of hers persisted for much longer, he was going to explode with curiosity...and possibly worry.

He pretended to read his class notes as he watched her sit and stare out the window with a silly half-grin on her face. She was still quite tipsy and obviously lost in her own little world. She\'d been doing this for half an hour and Harry would have paid a hundred galleons to force some of Snape\'s Veritaserum into her right then. Her eyes were unreadable and her body language was skewed by alcohol. Every once in a while, she\'d hiccup, then giggle at herself, but that was it.

He knew that those marks still had to be on her neck. She\'d worn a turtleneck sweater each day since that morning. He assumed that that meant this whole stupor ived ved a boy, but it was difficult to imagine her becoming so different for anything like that. Actually, it was hard for Harry to imagine that she\'d participated in an act that would earn her those bruises. He blushed at the thought.

He looked up in time to see her nod off in the chair, looking peaceful, but still somewhat silly. After a few minutes, he was joined on the sofa by Ron. \"Alright there, Harry?\"

\h. Jh. Just going over a few things.\" He closed his notes and pd hid his glasses up his nose.

\"How long has she been asleep?\"

\"Oh, she dozed off within the past few minutes. Real social drinker, that one. And...\" Harry was interrupted by a pair of hands covering his eyes. \"Who\'s there?\"

\"Who d\'you think, Mr. Potter?\" Ginny said cheekily, then giggled. She\'d had a few butterbeers herself and, though not quite off like Hermione, was feeling a bit warm and fuzzy. \"Don\'t you want to come talk to me for a little while? Let Ron bring \'Mione to bed.\" She removed her hands and grinned down at Harry on the couch.

\"Uh....sure, Gin. All...alright,\" Harry stammered, flustered by Ginny\'s shameless flirting and the subtext to the things she\'d said. He took her hand and they walked to a quiet corner.

Ron walked over to the drunk sleeping beauty in the armchair, smiled and shook his head, then lifted her straight up. Cradling Hermione in his arms for a moment, he looked over at Ginny, who was facing him. She gave him a wink, then gestured with her eyes toward the stairs to the girls\' dormitories. He walked uncertainly to the sixth floor and looked around. Seeing the massive ginger cat curled up on a bed in the corner, he figured out which was hers quite easily.

He shooed Crookshanks gently from the middle of the bed, took her robes and heavy sweater off of her and then her her down upon it. She stirred lightly, sighing, then stretched out on her back. He closed the curtains around her four-poster bed, sat on it, then drew his wand. He whispered a charm that soundproofed the barriers around them and smiled smugly to himself. His smile grew wider once he\'d had a quick glance at his watch.

\"Wake up Hermione, I want to talk to you,\" he prompted softly, pushing some of her hair out of her face. She drew in a deep breath, then her eyes fluttered open. They were s glo glossed by tipsiness, but a bit more alert.

\"Ron, thank you for bringing me to my bed, but you don\'t have to hang around...\" she said softly, then cleared her throat a bit to remove the sleepiness. She looked up at him curiously, as he was smiling like a fool. \"How much did you have to drink tonight then?\"

\"Just...a little something. Not quite so much as you,\" he replied.re wre was something...off about his voice. Hermione shook herself and tried to think what it was, then looked back up at him to interrogate him. And froze.

The roots of Ron\'s hair were going white. No...blonde. The freckles faded and his face shape shifted. Hermione thought that she was going mad until the process stopped, and sitting before her was indeed not Ron Weasley, but Draco Malfoy...in a Gryffindor robe. \"Malfoy! How? Y-you used Polyjuice Potion? What\'s happened to Ron?\" The stream of questions burst forth from her mouth without warning.

\"Yes, well...I didn\'t say that my drink of choice was butterbeer. And Ron\'s just fine. Ginny is quite the romantic and agreed easily to co-conspire with me. Her brother is sleeping peacefully in his dorm bed, drugged earlier by Ginny herself. She also wanted an excuse to get her brother out of the way for the night so he wouldn\'t haggle Harry about being with her.\" Draco looked amused at the shock on Hermione\'s face, then bent down closer to her and whispered, \"I\'m not finished with you, love.\"

Hermione\'s heart kicked into overdrive as both excitement and panic swept over her in a single instant. \"What? What now? Fucking my brains out wasn\'t enough for you?\" she spat in a high voice, backing away from him slightly.

He chuckled. \"My, my, I\'ve driven you to filthy language. That\'s quite a turn-on.\" Her face went scarlet. \"Your blushing is also quite amusing, dear.\" He flashed her a big smile, then placed one hand on her waist, smiling bigger as she jumped slightly. \"Aren\'t you used to me yet?\"

\"Answer me,\" she choked out, watching his fingers play across her stomach.

\"Fucking you, as you so sweetly put it, will never be enough. Not until you\'re screaming my name loudly enough to wake Merlin himself from the dead.\" He looked intently into her eyes, dead serious.

\"You intend to kill me?\" she said in a hushed squeak, terror floating over her face.

Still too innocent, he thought. \"Absoly nly not, though I do intend to torture you.\" She cried out in fear as he pulled his entire body onto the bed, removing his Slytherin tie from his trouser pockets. He chuckled again and whispered into her ear, \"I\'m not being literal, Hermione.\"

He took one of her hands in his and kissed the top, looking into her eyes the entire time. She was unable to speak now and watched him helplessly. Internally, she bemoaned the fact that if he had intended to hurt her, he would have had no trouble doing so....

He took his tie and looped it around the wrist of the hand he\'d kissed, and bound it to the bed\'s headboard. She nearly panicked, but he\'d caught her other hand before she could do anything about it--like reach for her wand. It was bound to the other above her head, similarly to the way he\'d held her hands in the bathroom the other morning. He gave her a reassuring smile and before she could protest, leaned down to kiss her. She relaxed almost immediately, as if suddenly understanding that his earlier comments were...far from threats.

They kissed passionately for a minute or so before his hands returned to her body, squeezing and kneading her breasts. This immediately set her body aflame internally and without the use of her arms, she simply kissed him harder in response. He undid her blouse, then her bra, and took his wonderful mouth to her bare breasts now instead. It was almost as if it felt better now than it had the first time and suddenly she felt her mind and body demanding more. She was almost about to ask him if he was going to stop torturing her and get undressed as well, when he lightly bit her right nipple, causing her to moan and lose her thought pattern entirely.

He continued downward, kissing her soft tummy and licking her navel. She\'d giggled a bit during that part all all he could think was \"you just wait...\" He sat up for a moment, watched her chest rise and fall as she panted, and studied the delirious twinkle in her eyes with a great deal of pride. Then, without preamble, he undid the fly on her trousers and yanked them off, panties and all. She gasped with slight shock, but he didn\'t see even a hint of protest in her eyes.

He ran his palms over her hips, down her thighs a bit, then parted her legs at the knees. He lightly traced his fingertips in little patterns along her inner thighs. Her panting quickened; he smiled. He knew that he was teasier aer and didn\'t care. His gentle touches moved over her labia, then dipped inside. She purred now, closing her eyes. Being able to see her, legs spread before him, pink woman flesh exposed to him, made his body lurch and his prick strain against his pants, but he didn\'t undress. He knew that\'s what she was expecting, but that wasn\'t his plan.

He moved his hands slightly, continuing to caress the sensitive skin on her inthigthighs, and bent over once more. Hermione was confused, but only for a moment. She felt his hot tongue where his fingers had been and she groaned loudly, eyes closed once more. This was...exquisite. She could see colors before her eyes and that frustrating and delirious sense of needing more simply grew. His tongue drew circles over her swollen clitoris, then his lips kissed it with light suction. She moaned loudly and arched her back.

The mere thought of the situation...Hermione wearing nothing but an open shirt, hands tied to her bed with Draco\'s head between her thighs...made the frenzy build. She couldn\'t catch her breath. The charm on the bed curtains was the only thing that kept all of Gryffindor house and perhaps half of the rest of Hogwarts from hearing her cries as he ate her out.

Then, suddenly, it was as if the frenzy broke...no, shattered into pieces. In one instant, every muscle in her body began to spasm and the flesh beneath his tongue throbbed deliciously and urgently. Without even thinking--because she couldn\'t--Hermione screamed forth her climax.

\"Ohhhhh, Draco! Mmmm...\"

He shuddered violently upon hearing that, and withdrew his face from her. He untied her hands in one swift motion, then stripped himself of his clothing and Ron\'s robes. As she groaned softly from him entering her still-tender body, he whispered to her, \"It\'s still not enough...ever. You\'re mine now.\"

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She brought him meals in bed every night during his recovery, which was slow but even. He didn\'t often speak, as guilt and fatigue still heavily riddled his body, but tonight he turned to her with sad eyes and asked, \"How long will it take for his charm to fade now that my curse has been broken, Cissy?\"

\"You mustn\'t worry. He should be progressing nicely, just ou aou are now. The next major event in his life will trigger the charm\'s full release. Now, don\'t speak darling...it\'s not good for you while your mind is still mending.\" She placed some tea beside him on the nightstand, then fiddled nervously with her sleeve.

\"He\'ll be confused. How are we to tell him?\" He blatantly ignored her request, face contorted with heavy worry now.

\"I don\'t think we can, Luke. They\'re looking for us...for you to serve. We\'ll bring danger upon him and others...\" she responded, a tear threatening to fall from one eye. \"Now please...no more talking. You cannot protect anybody if you do not regain your strength.\"

\"All of this was for his protection to begin with; we cannot stop now,\" the man said stubbornly and attempted to sit up. The witch at his side put her hand gently on his chest and pushed him back down onto the bed.

\"I shall do all that I can think of. Now, please sleep, my love.\" She bent over and kissed his forehead, then rose and left the darkened room.


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