Adamo Fidelitas

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WARNING: If you haven\'t read Order of the Phoenix there are some spoilers in here for you!

Adamo Fidelitas 09

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\"She does remember that she\'s talking about the same ruddy git who wished her dead in front of us all during second year, doesn\'t she?\" Ron inquired bitterly, looking from Ginny to Harry, as Hermione stormed down the hall in a temper.

Ginny clutched her stomach, looking vaguely nauseous, and she leaned against her big brother\'s side as he worriedly wrapped a protective arm around her. Harry just watched Hermione with a pensive, pinched look upon his normally placid features.

\"After watching Malfoy\'s parents after the match, the Dursleys didn\'t seem so bad,\" Harry told him quietly. \"I mean they are bloody horrid, but at least I never felt like I had to make them proud of me. Malfoy is like a pawn for his father to use, and it was sickening to watch. You know Hermione, Ron. Look at how she reacted to mistreated house elves,\" Harry said with an exasperated sigh. \"We know what Malfoy is, so I guess it\'s just up to us to watch out for he Har Harry said turning towards his girlfriend and best friend.

Ginny nodded solemnly, and looked up at Harry with a strained smile tugging at the corner of her mouth. \"Of course we will,\" she agreed.

By the next morning Hermione was calmer, but she was still filled with frustration and anger towards both Draco and Lucius Malfoy. She dressed carefully as she went over what she wanted to say to the convalescing prat who had nearly scared the life out of her yesterday. She pinned on her badge and looked critically at the traces of dark circles still under her eyes. She didn\'t want to look like she\'d lost too much sleep fretting, so she quickly cast a glamour spell to hide them. Fluffing her bushy hair she headed down to the hospital wing before classes.

Malfoy\'s dive for the Snitch was the topic of conversation wherever she ran into other students. All the Slytherins were rejoicing in his magnificent capture of the elusive, little gold ball. All the rest of the students were saying how much of a shame it was that he hadn\'t broken his bloody neck. Hermione appreciated for the first time just how alone the Slytherins must have felt in Hogwarts, not that Malfoy would be easy to deal with in any house.

As she stepped up to the closed door that led into the hospital wing proper, Hermione steeled herself to really let him have it. She turned the knob, and opened the door only to have to immediately duck as an unidentified silvery object flew directly at her head.

\"I said bugger off!\" Draco hollered, his eyes widening as he realized that the person entering his room was not whom he\'d been expecting.

Hermione stared over her shoulder, and recognized a clean bedpan had just ricocheted off the wall behind her. She looked back at a very abashed Draco Malfoy, whose pale face had suddenly coloured bright pink all over.

\"Erm… Sorry about that, Granger,\" he told her squirming in discomfort. \"I thought you were the Slytherin team coming back. They\'ve been coming in here all morning, and it does get quite annoying after a bit.\" He sat up straighter and motioned to the chair beside his bed for her.

Hermione eyed the piles of sweets and presents that the Slytherins had left around his bedside, and raised her eyebrow at him as she placed her bag in the proffered seat. \"I would think, Malfoy, that you of all people would be revelling in all this attention,\" she announced motioning to the heart covered cards that had obviously come from Pansy and the other Slytherin girls.

Draco waved off the cards and leaned towards her excitedly, as she took a seat on the edge of his bed. Malfoy pulled her hands into his as she settled into the mattress. \"So tell me everything! What did he say? Was he awfully thrilled?\" Draco immediately chattered, his grey eyes gleaming with pleasure, and Hermione felt like an iceberg had just firmly lodged itself in her gut.

\"You are completely impossible!\" Hermione huffed, before she could resist the impulse. \"Is impressing Lucius Malfoy your only mission in life, you stupid ferret? I thought your mother was going to have a heart attack, she screamed so loudly! Professor Snape nearly jumped from the box to get to your side! I-I thought you were dead for a few moments…. And all you can think about is whether that vile man was finally impressed?\" she accused pulling her hands back, standing up, and angrily rounding on him.

\"Don\'t say that about my father, Granger!\" Draco commanded, his eyes narrowing with his extreme displeasure. \"You don\'t know what it means for me to be a Malfoy, and you couldn\'t possibly understand,\" he told her in a hiss.

\"Why don\'t you try explaining it then, or are you just going to tell me that a stupid little Mudblood couldn\'t possibly grasp the importance of being a nearly royal member of the pureblood families?\" Hermione spat acidly. She could feel the urge to cry gathering, and she forced it back angrily. He could be the most infuriating person alive sometimes.

Draco cocked his head to the side in surprise. He hadn\'t meant what he\'d said in exactly that way. He found more and more that he forgot Hermione\'s foul parentage when they were together. \"That\'s not it, Granger,\" he said tiredly. \"My family is very particular in ways that go far beyond just blood,\" he said very quietly.

Hermione continued to glare at him angrily, challenging him to continue. \"To be a Malfoy, you are expected to be the best. There are no excuses for failure. It is simply not tolerated,\" he told her coldly looking out the window. \"For the last six years I have done almost nothing but fail. I come in behind you in every subject, behind Potter in every Quidditch match, behind Weasel now too,\" Draco told her bitterly.

\"During his brief stay in Azkaban, Father was able to still come back from the indignity of it. He didn\'t just escape and play the fugitive; he was released with a full pardon. He received an official apology from the ministry,\" Draco explained with a strange light in his expression. \"If he can come back from that, I have no excuses for my failures,\" Draco said, his voice filled with chilling determination.

\"Don\'t you ever say something so daft again!\" Hermione shouted at him, and Draco looked up at her in surprise. Hermione\'s chest rose and fell sharply as she tried to get her temper back under control. \"Would you just throw your entire life away trying to impress that man?\" she asked, still sounding angry.

\"What does it honestly matter to you anyways?\" Draco snapped back. \"Who\'s to say that if I\'d snuffed it you wouldn\'t be instantly cured?\" he sneered, nastily. The entire subject was putting him on the defensive.

\"Or I\'d be stuck forever pining over your brainless corpse!\" Hermione said turning her back to him to hide just how upset the subject had made her. Since the crash, a part of Hermione had been having a distinct problem reconciling her intimate memories of their morning with the near tragic events that had followed. \"You really scared people. I don\'t think I\'ve ever seen Snape look like that before,\" she admitted glancing back.

Draco shifted uncomfortably on the mattress. \"I did detect an extreme lack of appreciation for the win when he visited earlier,\" Draco admitted coolly. He feeepleeply off balance around Hermione at the moment, and he was hoping to shift the conversation to a different topic. \"He brought me a letter from the Department of Magical Sports and Games. It turns out that they want to name that manoeuvre after me. Professor Snape said something about it encouraging further idiocy among half-brained, hormonal twits like me,\" Draco admitted ruefully. \"The sudden fame does feel rather… odd.\"

Hermione stared back critically. \"Malfoy, the day you say that you aren\'t interested in the fame--\" she began.

\"Don\'t talk rubbish! Fame is simply fabulous, but I\'m not at all used to it around this place,\" Draco replied closing his eyes and leaning back into the pillows. Apparently, he would require a few more days to heal and the exertion was still too much for him.

\"Come, come!\" trumpeted Madam Pomfrey, as she strode towards the bed carrying a tray covered by several large bottles and glasses of potions.

Draco grimaced at her approach. \"Oh, lovely!\" he said with sarcasm oozing from his words, \"Which medicine is it now, the potion that tastes like overcooked beets and dirt or the one that tastes like mouldy cabbage?\"

Undeterred, Madam Pomfrey gave him a stern look. \"No, it\'s time for your favourite--I believe you compared it to tree bark, dung, and puke,\" she told him huffily. Hermione was pretty sure she detected a note of triumph in the witch\'s face, as Malfoy turned slightly green.

She handed the cringing blonde a short glass of something that made polyjuice potion look palatable. \"Well, drink up!\" Madam Pomfrey commanded at his obvious reluctance. \"Just remember that you\'re lucky to be alive at all. If that Quidditch pitch weren\'t enchanted to break the players\' falls, you wouldn\'t be sitting there making faces at my potions,\" she reprimanded.

Hermione stiffened back up, and Draco gagged as he tried to choke down the viscous, lumpy solution. \"Ugh, that makes detention in the Dark Forest seem good by comparison!\" Draco complained loudly, looking nearly ready to retch. Madam Pomfrey simply tut tutted him as she cleared the tray away once he had finished.

\"I made out that list of what I need for my classes,\" he announced, smoothing the blankets over his legs. \"It sounds like I\'ll be laid up here until Wednesday, so you can just ask the teachers for the assignments through then,\" he yawned.

Hermione nodded at him. \"Malfoy, do you feel like the other houses aren\'t fair to Slytherin?\" she asked softly. \"I was thinking about it a bit this morning. I mean for three years now the sorting hat has been warning us to unite the houses, and it seems that no one has tried yet to extend a peaceful hand towards Slytherin. I mean the fact that there are so many students in the house with Death Eaters for parents doesn\'t help, but it\'s not really an excuse, is it?\" Hermione said, looking a tad guilty.

\"Granger, do you think we could possibly not discuss Quidditch accidents and Death Eaters any further this morning?\" Draco asked testily.

\"I\'m not trying to discuss Death Eaters, Malfoy! I\'m discussing interhouse relations at Hogwarts. If it weren\'t important, the sorting hat wouldn\'t keep going on about it, and I wanted to know what you might be willing to do to help the situation,\" Hermione replied.

\"I\'m bloody well not becoming friends with Potty and Weasel King, if that\'s what you\'re asking!\" Draco sneered, disdainfully.

\"No, of course not! They wouldn\'t want that either. I simply mean trying not to have rows with other houses, and everyone cooperating no matter how they feel about certain house members,\" Hermione told him in a pained voice.

\"I wouldn\'t hold my breath,\" the tired lookblonblonde snorted. \"Don\'t forget that Slytherin is where all the bad wizards come from,\" he leered at her. She could tell that he was trying to rile her up for his own amusement, and she sighed at his rather perverse sense of humour.

\"Fine, have it your way,\" Hermione said airily. \"But if you change your mind… well, I suppose with enough grovelling even your sense of humour could be forgiven.\"

\"Well, then you should be fully prepared to be at the mercy of my sense of humour or whatever other whims I might have on Friday,\" Draco told her, looking out at her from under carefully hooded eyelids. \"I did win our little bet, and that\'s the day I want to collect.\"

\"I\'m surprised the perversity of your sick bed doesn\'t hold greater appeal. You do realize that that will make it almost a full week, don\'t you? Are you sure that you want to wait until then?\" Hermione asked critically.

\"Well… if you want something before then… I\'m sure I could arrange it,\" he drawled, as though it was a difficult decision, \"but I still want to collect on our bet on the twelfth. It has to be that day.\"

\"I don\'t even want to ask. At least, I can always count on talking to you to make me feel worse about anything,\" Hermione sniffed, pocketing his course schedule. The head boy and girl glared at each other for a moment, and Hermione had to walk away before she kissed the tremendous wanker on impulse.

She returned between classes to check on him as well as drop off assignments and the books that Dobby had collected from Malfoy\'s room for her. They kept up more of their usual façade as the hospital dormitory filled up with the usual injuries and accidents of the day. Students seldom had to stay overnight, although Harry, Ron, and Hermione seemed to make a habit of it.

Hermione decided that after all of Malfoy\'s goading about seeking him out early she would rather earn a poor on every assignment for the next few days than give him the pleasure of gloating. It was only with the greatest degree of self-control that she kept her restraint until Friday night, when Draco had instructed her to meet him inside the dragon\'s keep.

She noticed immediately that the light from the torches was being helped by flickering candles placed around the room. The fair-haired head boy was leaning over a large satchel, the line of his nude body striking in the glowing light. His neatly folded clothing sat in the far corner, and the flickering flames warmed his pale skin, making his body a study in perfect geometry.

Hearing her soft footsteps behind him, Draco turned and shot her a wicked smirk. \"Close your eyes, Granger,\" he commanded lazily. He shook his head slowly when Hermione began to ask him what he\'d just said, and, after giving him a look of mistrust, Hermione complied.

She could hear his bare feet padding quietly across the warm floor, and then she felt a whisper of silk brushing over her cheek before settling, cool and delicate, over her closed eyelids. He ran his lower lip over the curve of her ear, blowing his hot breath into the sensitive hollow and making her shiver as anticipation filled her at his touch. He carefully secured the silk scarf in a knot at the back of her head, before leading her by the hands into the empty room.

Hermione let him help her to the floor, settling herself between his spread thighs and resting against cheschest, as they sat on the warm tile floor. Malfoy nuzzled her neck as his fingers began nimbly working the clasps on her robes and undressing her. Hermione sighed feeling quite relaxed, despite the mysterious blindfold.

She could feel Draco\'s palms caressing her smooth skin as he stroked her arms and shoulders and kissed the side of her neck devoutly. She breathed softly and bent her neck to rest her cheek against the top of his forehead. Soon enough her naked body lay cradled against him, as he took his time exploring her skin with feather light caresses. It still felt like a drug every time he touched her, Hermione realized as her mind swooned under the inebriating pleasure. She nervously wondered what to expect next.

\"Open your mouth,\" his soft lips murmured against the skin just below her cheekbone. Hermione raised her jaw with complete dignity before parting her lips ever so slightly. \"I\'m not going to poison you or anything like that,\" Draco snorted indignantly, and with an irritated sound Hermione opened her mouth a little farther.

\"Well, I suppose that\'s not too bad,\" Draco admitted, and he tilted his body away from her as he reached for something. Hermione immediately missed the comforting warmth of his bare skin against hers. She could hear him removing something from his satchel. Next she heard the sound of a box being opened, ahen hen he guided her to lean further back into his chest as his leg twined itself around hers.

His arm reached around her and something moist and crumbly pressed against her parted lips. \"Take a bite, Granger,\" he breathed. \"It\'s quite good, I assure you.\"

Hermione bit into the piece of cake that he was holding to her lips, feeling the icing smear against the corner of her mouth as Malfoy made vague sounds of amusement and approval from behind her. Her mouth filled with the bitter sweetness of dark chocolate icing, with the fluffiness and lightness of the chocolate cake itself, and with the unexpected tang of lemon custard sandwiched between layers of cake. The mixture was surprising but ever so intriguing. \"Mmmmph…\" she crooned in muffled appreciation.

Draco leaned forward, catching the smudge of icing by the corner of her lips and licking it clean with the pointed tip of his tongue. \"I thought you\'d like that,\" he gloated, rather haughtily.

\"It\'s delicious, but what\'s the occasion?\" Hermione asked in confusion.

\"Ah, it\'s a care package from home,\" Malfoy explained silkily, as he lowered the wonderful sticky cake to her mouth again. \"We\'re celebrating my birthday as well as my hard won Quidditch triumph, my brilliant little Muggle.\" Despite his use of the word Muggle, Hermione couldn\'t detect the slightest note of malice in his smooth voice. He seemed to be in a supremely good mood, in fact, as he kissed her temple and nuzzled her gently as she ate the cake as delicately as possible from his fingers. She could feel the sticky icing smudge around the edges of her lips, as Malfoy\'s chest rumbled with quiet laughter.

\"So contrary to popular belief you didn\'t just slither out from under a rock at the age of ten or eleven?\" Hermione baited him half-heartedly. Unfazed by her joke, Draco presented his sticky fingers to her one by one for her to suck away the remainder of chocolate icing for him. His arousal pressed against the small of her back, as she took to the task with enthusiasm, encouraged by both the incredible flavour of the dark chocolate and by the sounds of Malfoy\'s small whimpers and shallow breathing.

It was easy for Draco to imagine the feeling of her mouth occupied in other ways when she licked and sucked so hungrily at his bobbing fingers, and he gleefully let the fantasies fill his mind. It was a shame that he wouldn\'t be getting that from her for his birthday. He let her continue for as long as he could, before taking his long fingers away and placing his hand on her waist. \"Did you enjoy your sweets, Granger?\" he asked lazily, as he turned her and bent to remove the stray icing from around her rosy lips with his own mouth.

Hermione kissed him back passionately enough to confirm that she had enjoyed more than the cake, and Draco felt his desire increasing as she drew it out of him with her every reaction. After all the chocolate was gone and her lips were quite swollen from their needy kisses, Draco held her jaw between his hands and planted a final soft kiss on her lips.

\"Now that you\'ve had your treat, it\'s time for me to have mine,\" he crooned. \"Let\'s play a little party game while I do, shall we?\" Draco asked encouraging. \"I\'m not sure if you know it, but I have a real sweet tooth, always have,\" he drawled. \"That\'s why Mother is always kind enough to supply me with plenty of treats by post. Wizard treats can be incredibly fun to play with…\" he continued, nibbling at her earlobe as he reached for something else from his care package. \"So while I indulge my sweet tooth, you can try to guess exactly which candies I\'m enjoying,\" he explained.

Hermione tried to hide her grin. It felt rather kinky to be blindfolded like this, but compared to what she had been afraid he would ask, this was a very comfortable idea for her. \"Okay, but I\'m sure I could recognize the taste of most sweets very quickly,\" Hermione told him, assuredly.

\"I didn\'t say you would be tasting them, Granger. You will be guessing by how they feel against your skin as I eat them,\" he informed her in a husky whisper.

Hermione started to say something in response, but closed her mouth wordlessly after a few moments. Without protest, she allowed the nearly purring Slytherin to lower her back to the warm tiles. Hermione could hear him opening the bag of his first confection, and soon his hot mouth was dancing oher her skin as he kissed a trail down her chest and along her breast. He lay on top of her, but carefully kept the weight of his body from resting fully against her.

Whenever his mouth pulled away from her flesh, his breath seemed nearly searing against her skin, and the trail of his kisses prickled and tingled after his passing. The spots where he stopped to lavish his attention upon her seemed to nearly burn. Hermione moaned as the intense heat made her more sensitive to the ministrations of his mouth as he suckled and nipped her tender skin.

Hermione whimpered softly as he captured the crest of her breast in his mouth and rolled the sticky gummy candy over her, flicking it against her swollen nipple before tucking the sweet towards his cheek and earnestly attacking her flesh with his hot tongue. The zinging pleasure that coursed through her nerve endings seemed doubled as he teased the aching bud of flesh with his tongue and teeth, occasionally letting the sugary magic treat dance over her skin as well. Hermione clutched his silky white hair in her fists, and cried out as she rubbed her body against him.

As he moved his attention to her other breast, Hermione squirmed beneath him knowing exactly what goody he was using. Her skin felt like fire, and she wasn\'t sure that she wanted him to stop yet. \"P-pepper Imps!\" Hermione called out, and Draco planted a few more hot peppery kisses against her, before he pulled back.

Judging from the shifting of his body, Hermione guessed that he had removed the Pepper Imp from his mouth in order to speak. \"I thought you would guess that one faster, but maybe you just didn\'t want me to stop…\" he goaded, smugly.

\"I thought the point of the game was for me to play along,\" Hermione replied noncommittally. Even without seeing the self-satisfied smirk, she had a feeling that Draco was quite pleased with her response.

After further sounds of rummaging, she could tell that Draco had his next sweet and was getting ready to begin again. A little shudder ran down her spine as he reared back on his knees, and then she could feel his frosty breath blow across her flat stomach. She yelped and giggled as he dipped his icy tongue into her navel and began planting kisses over her skin again. His tongue left a chilly trail along her side as he traced the curve between her hip and her ribs slowly and blew across it ever so slightly.

His mouth felt like ice against her skin, and it caused her already taut nipples to tighten even further when he made his way back up to her breasts. Hermione bit down on her lower lip trying to keep herself from calling out. She was certain that he could tell from her ragged breathing and the play of her nails over his back how crazed he was making her with the quick flicks of his icy tongue and the suction of his glacial mouth which burned in a way all its own.

He stopped, slinging his arm across her lower ribs and propping his pointed chin up on his forearm. With his free arm he reached up and stroked her chilled skin with his warm hand. It felt lovely after the extremes of hot and cold, and Hermione knew that with the blindfold on her sense were even more aware of the subtleties of his kiss and touch.

\"Well?\" he asked coyly, his breath catching her rigid nipple and making her groan in frustration.

\"Jack Frost Mints,\" Hermione whispered, feeling the overwhelming urge to rub her ready body against the thick arousal that was pressing against her soft thigh. It seemed Malfoy loved to torture her with pleasure, protracting the excitement to unbearable levels, and she was already wet and more than willing for him to ravish her. No matter how physically ready he felt to her, Hermione knew he wouldn\'t give her what she wanted until she was quite out of her mind for him. As frustrating as it felt, she also knew how incredible the effects of his teasing were, and she found herself looking forward to his unhurried toying with her.

She felt him again remove the sweet from his mouth. \"Good girl. Now that leaves me with a dilemma, Granger. I have two sweets here, and it would be terrible shame to let them go to waste. So I think it\'s time to change the game just a little until they\'re gone,\" he said with a hard edge to his voice that left Hermione wriggling beneath him in anticipation.

\"Now you know what those two sweets are, but you have no idea where I\'m going to kiss you next or which one I\'ll have in my mouth,\" Draco drawled with great satisfaction, as he rose to his hands and knees above her.

Hermione\'s breathing grew shallow as she waited for him to make his next move. She gasped in surprise when, without warning, his cold mouth suddenly clamped down on her inner thigh nipping and chilling her skin before licking an ice-cold trail along the junction of her hip and thigh. He pulled away, pausing again, and Hermione couldn\'t tell if he had switched sweets. She waited to find out where he would strike next.

She suddenly felt him brushing the sticky, saliva-coated mint itself across her nipple and she moaned in agonized pleasure as her sensitive peak clenched against the cold. Before she could quite wrap her mind around the sensation, he clasped his hot mouth over the same spot, making her arch her back as a throaty moan wrung itself from her.

He continued varying the hot and the cold, the innocent and the erogenous, always avoiding the area where she was now desperate to feel his mouth. Hermione couldn\'t remember ever feeling more ready before in her life. Her core was throbbing and she could feel her own moisture along the tops of her thighs. She was shaking her head side to side and pleading for him to furrow his tongue into her wet depths, to fill her, to bring her to a shaking release after having coiled her passion and need so tightly.

\"It\'s okay, Granger,\" he whispered soothingly, as he kissed her lips softly and brushed his palm over her hot cheek, letting his fingers explore the curves of her face with the lightest and gentlest of touches. \"I\'ve saved the best sweet for last,\" he promised, and Hermione whimpered, desperately.

She felt a great surge of relief as she felt him settling himself between her parted thighs, wrapping his arms beneath the backs of her legs so that he had full access to her as he lowered his face to her tense core. His tongue pressed between the slightly parted outer lips in her hidden nest of trimmed curls, lapping at herces ces as a euphoric feeling filled her.

Draco captured her folded inner lips in the cavern of his mouth, spreading them with his tongue so that he could tease the hidden nub of her desire. Hermione could feel a prickly feeling assailing that responsive point of heat at her core, as though hundreds of tiny bubbles were breaking against her delicate, feverish flesh. She tried to work out what sweet he was using against her now, as the effervescent treat continued to bubble against her in the most glorious fashion.

She groaned loudly, raising her hips slightly, and offering more of herself to Malfoy\'s warm mouth, as her head snapped backwards at the intense pleasure that she was feeling without him even doing anything to her yet.

After a brief brush of his tongue against her yearning clitoris, Draco sucked on her skin gently, before releasing her and positioning his tongue against hpenipening. Hermione held his hair tightly in her fistshe phe probed her with his tongue, sliding its pointed tip in and out of her tightening core. Hermione gave a sharp cry of pleasure as he suddenly replaced his tongue with the hard candy that he held between his teeth, pressing the fizzing sweet into her wet depths.

He left it to froth in her slick opening, as he used his tongue to lap away the sticky effervescent juices from around the edges of her passage. \"Oh, Merlin!\" she cried out, her hips bucking against him as he coned ted to suck away the juices as the treat fizzed inside her. \"It\'s… that\'s a Fizzing Whizbee?\" Hermione asked, uncertainly. She knew the euphoric effects well enough from eating them, but this was an entirely unexpected use.

Rather than answer, Draco pushed the sweet further into her before sucking it back to her opening. He repeated the action, slowly fucking her with the bubbling candy as Hermione bucked and moaned against his mouth. Incoherent sounds issued from her throat as she gave herself over to the ecstasy of what his mouth and the sweet were doing to her. She felt so very close and anxious for release, and she couldn\'t contain her relief when he left the sweet half buried in her throbbing opening and began to cover her neglected clitoris with thorough sweeps of his tongue.

\"Oh, yes… yes, please!\" Hermione begged in a whisper a inc inced ted the pressure of his mouth upon her, driving the burning in that tiny spot to burst into a consuming fire helped along by the unbearable fizzing of the treat stretching her opening around its bubbling hardness. His warm fingers sought her breasts, and she ground out words of encouragement as her hips bucked beneath him, in a wave of phenomenal contractions that left her nearly crying.

Before she could become too sensitive to bear the touch of his tongue, Draco switched back to lapping and sucking at the sweet lodged in her quivering opening, until she was exhausted from the length of her intense orgasm. Hermione could hear him muttering a spell. Then Draco sucked the remains of the Fizzing Whizbee back into his mouth, pausing to lap more of its residue from her body, before rising to kiss Hermione on the lips.

Hermione kissed him back passionately, tasting the mix of herself and the frothy candy on his tongue. He slid the sweet into her mouth next, sharing it with her as their ardent kiss stretched on. Without breaking contact with her mouth, Draco slowly pushed his hard length into her, rocking his hips slowly against hers as the light-headed giddiness from the sweet took effect.

He continued slowly and deliberately, sliding himself in and out of Hermione\'s tight sheath as they continued to savour the remains of the Fizzing Whizbee on each other\'s lips. Her tense legs wrapped around his hips, and she clutched at his tensing buttocks as he continued to work his broad shaft inside her.

She trailed her fingernails down his back, as he increased the pace and the ferocity of his movements, taking her harder and deeper in his quest to satiate the burning friction between them that eclipsed everything else. He finally broke off their kiss ascriecried out in nearly painful release, spilling himself inside her in a flurry of deep thrusts against her cervix. His fingers dug into the softness of her bottom, as he tried to bury himself inside her as deeply as possible, and he could feel her gentle butterfly kisses against his bared throat.

He relaxed on top of her as she covered him with calming caresses, to ease the shaking of his body. Her legs wrapped tighter around his hips, and she squeezed her inner muscles around him possessively. Draco pulled up the blindfold, covering her face with fleeting kisses, before allowing himself to fall heavily on top of her.

\"I would have to award you an Outstanding on party games,\" Hermione told him, sincerely. She caught his faint bark-like laugh against her shoulder, and when he turned to face her his grey eyes held a very naughty gleam.

\"Just wait, Granger,\" he warned in a low voice, \"We haven\'t nearly finished celebrating for the night.\"

\"And exactly what game did you have in mind to play next?\" Hermione queried, standoffishly. She gave him a look of challenge.

\"Well, I was thinking we could play a round of Inquisitorial Squad next….\" He drawled lazily, raising himself up on his elbows. \"I still have the little silver pin in my satchel,\" he told her with a smirk.

For the next couple of weeks the pair met with increasing frequency, and Hermione found herself still thinking about the new cosy atmosphere between them when she was between classes or when she found any time alone. She was in one of the best moods of her life as she headed towards her dormitory for the evening with her heavy bag in slung over her shoulder. She had just dropped off Professor Lupin\'s potion, which Professor Snape had entrusted her to brew for the first time, and for once everything seemed to be quite perfect.

As she rounded the corner of the corridor, Hermione noticed a commotion among the paintings in the hall, as many of them were rushing from their frames and through their neighbours\' in some mass migration up the hall. Within seconds their agitated shouts became clear, as the picture guarding her room came into view.

A giant copy of the Dark Mark was painted on the wall and across the portrait, and alongside she could read the words: \"Die Mudblood!\" Other profanities as well covered the wall and portrait, and a gash like a right angle ran down thrtrartrait, exposing the entrance to her room beyond.

Hermione dropped her heavy bag in shock, covering her open mouth with her hands. Realizing that it might not be safe to go inside, Hermione turned to the nearest portrait. \"Don\'t just stand their gawping!\" she ordered, trying to hold back the tears that threatened to spill over her cheeks. \"Go tell Dumbledore and the teachers!\"

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Author\'s Notes: I used as much information as I could find in the books about Pepper Imps and Fizzing Whizbees, before trying to write out the effects and feel of them. In the books Pepper Imps make you breathe , an, and Fizzing Whizbees make you feel lightheaded and giddy. Although Billywig stings can make a person levitate after the giddiness, there\'s nothing in the stories to say that the amount of dried Billywig stings used to make the candy is high enough to cause that particular side effect. So I left it out for now. Of course, Jack Frost Mints are something I made up to round out Draco\'s little party game.

I decided to add in some of the details of book 5, bec the there aren\'t any major contradictions between it and anything in the story so far. There will be a few more additions from book 5 coming up in later chapters, but nothing that\'ll change the overall plot. I will be tweaking a few details in earlier chapters just to bring them more firmly into liith ith some of the new stuff we learned as well.