Tainted Love

A/N: This chap is dedicated to the Pretty little owl who constantly flutters around my head demanding updates, so as a moving gift my sweet I give you chapter number 9!

Please note this is unbeta’d and my grammar and punctuation are seriously lacking… you have been warned. Read on…

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Detention


Hermione didn’t like this, not one bit. What the hell was going on? Snape had left her alone, with Draco Malfoy, in the Astronomy Tower, with a warded passage against anyone leaving or entering, WITHOUT A WAND! This was not good as far as she was concerned, not good at all!

Draco on the other hand, thought this was fantastic. Well accept for not having his wand. He wasn’t too sure about that it just didn’t feel right. A wand is like another body part to a Wizard it’s an extension of ones self and you could very well imagine what it would be like to loose a limb, it would be very disconcerting indeed. He supposed on the upside at least Granger didn’t have hers either and that there was no chance the other two thirds of the ‘Golden Gryffindor Trio’ were able to come barging in to hex him into oblivion. In fact. This was looking like a pretty good predicament to Draco, it was just the chance he needed to sort out exactly how he felt and what he wanted to do about it… well he knew what he wanted to do he decided as he leered at Hermione’s oddly mixed state of furious and vulnerable.


Hermione could feel his gaze and she just knew it was heated; the hairs on the back of her neck were standing on end. She’d done her best to ignore him over the last few months, but she wasn’t ignorant. Far from it in fact, not only was she one of the most intelligent witches of her age, but she was extremely perceptive. She’d felt his eyes on her every time he threw a glance her way, which made things a little difficult around Harry as she could feel the tension in it whenever they were close together. Mab help her when he finally mastered Legilimency, she’d be screwed for sure.

Her experiences with Draco hadn’t helped her during interment moments with Harry either. She was fine with the little affectionate touches, an arm around her shoulders, a quick cuddle and a kiss on the top of her head, cheek or temple. It was when things progressed to snogging and the gentle harmless touches became more explorative of her body, she would clam up. It didn’t feel right, it felt totally wrong making her want to squirm out of his embrace and shake off the creepy crawlies she was sure were all over her skin.

Harry wasn’t the confident and heated lover that knew how to play her body like a finely tuned instrument. He was innocent and unsure of his advances and Hermione found herself growing impatient and detached from him. Which was something she was trying to suppress to the back most recess of her mind. She loved Harry and he needed her, she wasn’t about to abandon him now when he needed her most and it most certainly wasn’t going to be because Draco Malfoy made her heart beat faster, her blood sizzle and her knickers wet. She had to focus on the larger picture here, Hermione had never allowed her hormones to guide her actions and decisions and she wasn’t about to let them now.

“I suggest we get started then, then quicker we’re finished the sooner we can leave.”

With that she spun on her heel and strode purposefully over to the cleaning equipment. Only to be halted abruptly buy a firm grip on her upper arm swinging her around so she came flush up against a firm chest and caught in the gaze of glittering heated, crystal blue eyes.

Both of them still staring, locked into place by the others bottomless stare, chests heaving gently from the swift movements of moments ago.

Hermione a head shorter had her face turned up with surprised shock gracing her features. Draco’s face tilted downwards to hold her gaze, with lips parted slightly he was relishing in the soft breath’s that were being passed from one to the other.

He loosened his grip on her arm and brought his other hand to her right arm, skimming them both up the light material on her arms, he allowed them to rest at the top of her shoulders. Snaking his thumbs under her collar he popped the first button and basked in the feel of the smooth skin he found there.

H was doing it again… seducing her without any effort what’s so ever, she wanted to fight it, wanted to fight him. She wanted to push him away, shove him off and tell him there was no way in Hiaties she welcomed his touch… but may the gods off that’s light and pure have mercy on her soul… she wanted him, she needed him and she didn’t want him to stop for all the gold in Gringotts.

Hermione secretly loved to give into his touch she craved it and longed for him to take her over, make her give up all that control she so tightly clung to all of the time. She yearned deeply for him to release her from the perfectly constructed box she placed herself in.

All her buttons had been undone and he shirt was slowly being pulled from her, slipping gently like a caress down her arms. She hadn’t even noticed, the whole time having been spent lost in turmoil of thoughts and those fathomless eyes.

Draco had never before drunk in a more beautiful site, having removed her shirt with no protests he continued on slipping a bra strap off her shoulder down to the crook in her arm and released one perfectly rounded, creamy breast from it’s confine. The puckered nipple standing erect in the cool Tower air was waiting as if in anticipation to his touch, his eyes never left hers as a light fingered touch made it’s decent from her shoulder down her chest and over the top of her creamy globe. Draco hadn’t even muttered a sound since his godfather left the Tower, he watched as she drew her plush bottom lip between her teeth when his hand palmed her breast. His eyes flashed in triumph and delight when her eyes closed and her head fell back releasing the whisper of a groan when his nimble fingers rolled her pebbled nipple.

Hermione was to far gone for any form of coherent thought, the way draco took control over her body with light precise touches, the way he made her body react to him with such intense sensations was to much for her mind to control. She let out a deep throaty moan when she felt his warm mouth enclose her other nipple areola and all, he suckled at her expertly, biting down gently with his teeth.

She threaded her fingers through his locks and massaged his scalp, then she felt him release her own tightly bound locks from their confines to cascade down and tickle her back. A hand between her shoulder blades pushed her further into his attentions, a pool of heat gathering in her belly as a flood of liquid graced her panties.

Draco inhaled deeply, greedily absorbing the heady scent of her arousal from his actions. He knew what she tasted and felt like in her centre and groaned in his own anticipation of her delectable heat and he knew he would meet no resistance from her as she was making her own appreciative moans.

She whimpered with great loss as he extracted his touch from her, only to draw in a deep breath that made her breasts swell and her nipples tingle when she felt her skirt ripped from her body and his face came to be buried against her soaking panties.

His expert tongue tracing her folds through the sodden panties had her griping Draco’s hair. The delicious feel of him inhaling and exhaling deeply with such hot breath against her sex made Hermione spread her legs further allowing him more access to explore her.

One hand firmly gripped her ass and pulled her closer while the other hands fingers slipped past the elastic of her knickers and brushed teasingly through her folds. The warmth and wetness he found there had him growling ferally upon her nub, causing electric sparks to shot straight through her belly. Her hips twitched forward in a small thrust at the unexpected bolts of pleasure, prematurely impaling Draco’s long digits deep inside her.

Oh the soft velvety heat that he found himself caressing was too much for his sensibilities to ignore and with deft hands he tore her panties off with a possessive growl. He attacked her sex greedily, nudging hungrily, suckling, licking, biting, he moved his hands to spread her open and thrust his tongue deep inside, relishing in the warm dew that was coating his taste buds.

Hermione was over whelmed with sensation, her body on fire, her senses were on over load she was feeling too much to quickly for her brain to recognise anything he was doing. And just when it felt like she was going to explode. She did, crying out to the stars that were surrounding them in the tower, shaking and thrusting against his face in the most wanton way.

Once the final wave broke she dropped to her knees, exhausted. Only to be pulled into a searing hungry kiss and tasting her musky ambrosia upon her lovers lips. Which served to fuel hungry her fire further as she devoured the flavour from his mouth.

They broke apart panting heavily, their chests heaving with the effort to draw oxygen into their lungs. Their brows leaning upon one another for support, their eyes piercing the others with heated liquid pools of lust, desire, hunger, longing and her bare peaked nipples brushing the fabric of his shirt did nothing to calm the storm of hell fire.

With shaky hands Hermione brought her fingers up to caress Draco’s pale cheek, opening her heart up to him wholly when she saw his eyes flutter closed and he leant into her touch greedily for affection.

She slowly unbuttoned his shirt, sliding it from him as he did her before hand. Sliding her curious eager hands over the toned muscles of his chest, shoulders and arms, wherever she could feel his skin. Her inquisitive touch making him break out in goose flesh.

He ground his erection against her exposed flesh and was delighted not only to see her eyes flutter, but to see her shiny wetness coat his trousers. Draco made quick work of releasing his bold aching cock from its imprisonment and groaned loudly with desire when he rubbed his organ against her slick folds, causing a delicious friction that made her groan back in response only to have his cock twitch back as if in answer.

She pulled Draco’s pants down to his knees and he sat back and pulled the off just in time to have Hermione swiftly mount him and impale herself on his ready cock. Each froze instantly and locked eyes at the deft movement.

Somehow Draco had managed to position himself against the wall with a whole lot of Hermione in his lap and he didn’t want to be anywhere else in the world at this moment. The slick tight heat that was contracting and adjusting around his length was almost too much to bear and he sucked in a hissed breath between his teeth when he felt her starting to grind against him.

Hermione looked to him questionably, worrying that she was doing something wrong. Her answer was a hungry kiss as he thrust up clinging onto her hips possessively, rocking them backwards and forwards.

Harder and harder she ground into him getting faster and more erratic. In answer to his powerful thrusts she rolled her hips and clenched her inner muscles, just about pushing him over the edge.

Each clinging to the other with a fierce, primal possessiveness neither new they held. There was sweat poring out of both of them, their hair clinging to their faces, their muscles tightly wound like springs ready to break free all the while striving towards the same goal, climbing higher and higher to the inevitable peak they both longed for.

Out of breath and ready to burst draco latched his lips upon the nipple of a bouncing breast and steadily rolled her clit between his well practised fingers, he stopped thrusting into her as she took over grinding against him in abandon, screaming her pleasures for all the world to hear. And when her muscles pulsed around him violently, clutching his cock in a death grip he lost his control coating her womb with his seed, screaming ‘Mine! Mine! Mine!’ like a mantra to the gods.

Hermione slumped against his chest exhausted, his strong warm arms encircling her in a tight claim, both panting heavily from their activities.

“I’ll never let you go Hermione. Never.” Was whispered from her lover’s lips into her hair. Hermione instantly stiffened at his confession, her whole body going ridged when she remembered the carnal mantra that was pulled forth from his mouth as he came with her.

His cock was still buried deep within her; a little less erect but hard enough to twitch with his aggressive grip on her. Hermione tried to scramble away from him, she tried to put some distance between them, wanting to shake the foggy lust that was clouding her mind.

And he would have none of it.

Draco swiftly pinned her to the floor beneath him and held her hands firmly above her head. She turned her face away in defiance to his insistence, Hermione wanted to avert her eyes, avoid looking into his heated eyes that ensnared her so easily.

“No you don’t” Draco stated firmly holding her wrists together with one hand while the other moved her face to meet his.

“You won’t push me away again Hermione. Do you understand?” her eyes darted to the side unable to hold his demanding gaze. Slowly tears started to make their way down her burning cheeks, she was embarrassed, ashamed of her actions and herself!

Draco thrust into her deeply, drawing her thoughts from self-pity making her focus on him once again. His movements were slow and deliberate this time and when he felt her relax and move against him he allowed her hands to slip free.

They explored each others bodies languidly, gently caressing and learning the others curves and sensitive areas. He kissed her tears away soothing her brow with light fingers, making love to her body and soul. It wasn’t the same as all the times before he needed her to feel what he felt for her.

The complex and confusing emotions he had held for her earlier vanishing now he was in her arms, showing her how he’d come to adore the silly intelligent witch. He had to make her see that they were destined to be together! Merlin knew that ravaging her body and pleasuring her beyond belief hadn’t been working for him… it only pushed her further away from him. He had to connect with her emotions and make her feel loved.

She was so confused, tears streaming out of her eyes unable to grasp hold of a stable thought. He had always taken all he could from her, always making her respond to him, been so demanding, so possessive of her body and now. Now he was giving, opening up to her allowing her to see that he did feel, that he did truly care, showing her what he really needed from her… just her.

Almost soundlessly she arched her back off the floor and pushed herself up into him as a soft sweet climax flushed through her body.

They exchanged so many unspoken words and thoughts when their eyes locked and had come to a unanimous conclusion… they couldn’t be apart… not now… not ever! And no matter what it took they would never be without one another.

The only problem with this was, that now they were headed for a world of trouble and complication and they prayed to all the deities they could think of that they could survive it…

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A/N: To all those wonderful reviewers who have been so patient… Thankyou, Thankyou, Thankyou!

This story is going to be a three part series, we are currently in sixth year and we have about four chaps to go until it is over, you can expect a lot of plot coming up in those to set up for the sequel…

The next fic will be seventh year of course and things will get very rocky and full of angsty action and romance *shakes head* poor Harry.

The third and final fic in the series will be of life after Hogwarts and I’m gonna leave you hangin on that one *cackles*

So if you’re still interested drop me a review and let me know!!!

Alicat xox