The Purest

Rounds had been uneventful and were finished quickly. Feeling relieved that it was the weekend she made her way back to the Head’s dormitory, reflecting on the previous week.

The day after her encounter with Malfoy she had made sure to wear her best and more slightly revealing uniform. Sauntering past him every chance she got. Grazing against his body purposefully. Every time rewarded with a hungry growl that preceded quiet mantras of cursing and stomping as he went in the other direction.

She was on clouds.

It didn’t matter anymore how people were treating her. The whispers had died considerably, but every now and then she would still catch people staring at her. She just smiled looking straight and went about her business.

Something in the air caught her attention as she approached the door. She recognized it as the men’s version of Izzy Miyake. Remembering how she had heard that it was laced with pheromones. Knowing that it was his. Chuckling to herself. It was just like him to wear something like that. She couldn’t deny that she herself found the scent entrancing. Knowing that it appealed to the vast feminine senses that roamed the halls each day. She pictured him eves dropping on the whispered conversations as girls raved about the colognes of men.

Saying the password she entered. The common room was empty.

“Thank goodness.” she said quietly and went to her room.

Pulling out her wand, “Flamma Multifariam Candleabrum.” Instantaneously her room was filled with the soft glow of the many candles that adorned the room.

Deciding to get ready for bed she stripped down to her panties, they were white satin bikini thongs with little satin bows on each hip. She grabbed a white spaghetti strap tank top and began pulling it over her head as she walked towards her bed. Taking a hair tie from around her wrist she used it to put her hair in a loose messy bun.

She had pulled down her covers and sat on the bed, as she brought up her leg a knock came from the door.

“What can he want?” Knowing that it could only be him as she knew no one else knew the password to their shared common room. Getting up she went to the door not bothering to cover herself, she wanted to see his reaction.

And it was well worth it.

When she opened the door he had been turned away about to leave.

“Phoeni….” he trailed off as he turned only to find her very much scantily clad. Blushing he gulped.

“Here I am to give this.” Thrusting and envelope in her hands.

“Thank you Draco.” She took the letter, leaving him standing there with the door open. She went to her bed laid on her stomach and began to open the letter. Noticing him still standing there she turned.

“ If your leaving, then leave, but if your staying then come in and shut the door. You letting in a draft.”

Puzzled, he wasn’t sure what to do. Eyes focused on her exposed arse. He quickly stepped through the door and shut it.

She smiled to herself, then continued to open the letter. After a few moments she turned to him.

“Apparently I’m being invited to Malfoy Manor for the holidays.”

His eyes went wide..

“WHAT??”

“Yes you see here.” showing him the letter. “It says that I am being cordially invited to spend the holiday at your house. Complements of Lucius and Narcissa Malfoy.”

“Let me see that.” Walking over to the side of the bed he snatched to letter from her. Arse forgotten. He read it over a slow scowl crept over his features. “You know your only being invited now that they know you’re the daughter of Morgan and Kana. It will be a bore.” He lied. He didn’t want her there. Not sure how he could handle her being in his home for two whole weeks. Encounters would have been easy to avoid, but the thought of her in his house, and the images of sleeping in his house. It was bad enough he has spent the better part of a week trying to avoid her. His lust filled mind eager to finish what was started had tortured him beyond his belief. There was no way he was going to let her do that again.

His thoughts were interrupted as he felt a hand move up his chest.

“What the hell are you doing?” He asked.

“Nothing.” she smiled up at him.

Grabbing her hand he removed it from his self.

“Exactly.” and retreated towards the door.

It was short and to the point, but she heard the huskiness before was able to cover, and it spurred her on. Getting up she caught up to him just as his hand touched the door knob. Her hands wrapped themselves around his sides and pulled his shoulders to her. She pressed her body as close to his as possible.

“Leaving so soon?” She asked innocently. Felt his chest heave as he breathed in deep.

“Stop playing your games with me Phoenix.” And grabbed her hands to remove them once again.

Not to be dissuaded she moved in front of him. Placed her hand on his neck and gently pulled him to her. Whispering “Who’s playing games?”

She had planned on teasing him again, but the candle light had made him look enticing along with the sweet aroma of his cologne. Not to mention that he had called her bluff, and she didn’t like it. So as not to be called a liar she continued on.

He was hesitant. Lost in her voice. The moment took on a mind of it’s own as he found himself being drawn in. Their lips met, softly at first. Slightly teasing each other as lips came and went both gazing into each others eyes searching for what the other might think.

She became dizzy as she felt him give in their mouths connecting in a furious explosion. She clung to him as his hands glided up her sides, arms enveloped her as he pulled her closer, backing her against the door. Her arms reached up and wrapped around his neck as she felt him bend a little. His hands found their way to her bottom then hoisted her up against the wall. He ground into her, pulling away from his lips she moaned. Bit her lip as she felt him kissing her neck. Her fingers tangled themselves in his hair.

Draco almost lost it right there. As soon as she had kissed him warnings flashed in his mind, but he was un able to control himself. Now here she was in his arms again eliciting scandalous moans that would make a grown man weak in the knees. Tonight he was going to have her, with force if necessary. But she showed no signs of backing down so he would not have to resort to such extreme measures. He felt her as undid his tie, and begin to pull at his robes. Doing his best to keep her hoisted up, he let her undress him.

Getting a better grip on her, he sung around. His robe and shirt hung haphazardly off his shoulders as he moved towards the bed. When his knees hit the edge he eased her down pushing himself on her while he kicked off his shoes. As they moved up the mattress he quickly removed his shirt. Her legs were wrapped around his body now, her nails biting into his skin.

He paused pulling away from her lips.

“Your not going to leave me hanging this time, are you?” He was panting heavily. Not wanting to ruin the moment, but not wanting to get his self worked up for nothing either.

Her answer was swift. Her hands came up around his neck and as she pulled him closer she whispered.

“Never.”

That was all he needed. Unable to control himself any longer he ripped her panties off, and felt as her hands came to his pants. He could feel the quick release of the button as she undid he pants, heard the slow clicks as she pulled the zipper. Shivers ran down his spine as her hands ran over his hips and glide over his ass as she pulled his pants and boxers down, releasing his hardened cock.

His free hand glided over the smooth skin of her inner thigh, gripping under her knee. As he pulled her leg up over his shoulder he moved down all the while kissing, nipping, lavishing her skin with his tongue. He came to her woman hood. Not bothering with his hands he used his tongue to separate her folds. This caused her to moan and breath harder. He looked up to see her biting her lip. He knew he was good, but her reactions made him crazy. Almost unable to control himself, he did his best to focus on her. He wanted her to remember him. Ruin her for other men. She had pulled a torturous move on him, and now he wanted to repay her with something that would torture her for life. As his tongue swirled and flicked he brought his hand up to tease her clit. She bucked under him cooing with ooooo’s and ahhhhh’s. He felt as her body began to tense and quickened his motions. Removing his hand from her clit, he slid it along the folds. She was almost there her body almost resembled something rigor mortis except for the quick rise and falls of chest and pleasurable sounds that escaped her. At that moment he slid two fingers quickly inside pressing up while his mouth clamped over her pleasure center while his tongue swirled and stroked her clit.

Her hands came to his hair as she exploded, screaming out her ecstasy.

He couldn’t take it any longer. Kissing his way up her stomach pausing briefly to lightly suckle her breasts. His tongue slowly trailed up her collar bone to her neck. Using one hand he held his self up, taking the other to position himself at her opening.

“Are you ready for this?”

Not waiting for an answer she moved her hands to his hips and pulled him in. Whimpering against the pain as his cock invaded her.

“Oh, fuck!” He murmured as pelvis met pelvis. She was so tight it was almost painful, and yet it felt like heaven. No one had been able to accommodate him. That in itself was enough to make him want blow his wad all over her insides right then and there. Bracing himself he began slowly. Easing himself in and out. The languid strokes adding to his desire. He kissed her hard trying to stifle her cries as his tempo quickened. Nails dragged across his skin goading him into pummeling her. Thank goodness for stone walls. No one would be able to hear them as the head board began to bang against it.

All of a sudden she pulled away from his lips took a deep breath, and as she began to wail her release he felt the vice grip sensation of her orgasm. Pleasure emanated to his core and he came.

Exhausted, his head fell against her chest resting on her bosom. She kissed his forehead, and held him. Never moving from each other basking in the moment they had just experienced, they soon fell asleep.

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Rain pattered against the panes as torrents raged the skies. Hermione stretched, turned over and fell against something warm. Opening her eyes they came face to face with the sleeping form of Draco Malfoy.

For a moment she was confused, but then her mind remembered the night before and a smile graced her face. He had been amazing.

Propping herself up on an elbow she stared at him. He was handsome while asleep. His features were softened and innocent looking. Unable to help herself she leaned over and kissed his lips.

“mmmmmm, good morning to you too.” His lids fluttered, stretching he went to get up.

She sat there confused. Watching as he gathered his clothes.

“That’s it? Good morning and then you just leave?”

“mmmm, yeah. Think so? Why? Is there something else?”

Her jaw dropped. Was he serious? Best fucking shag ever and all he could ask was ‘Is there anything else?’”

Screaming she grabbed a pillow and threw it at him.

“GET THE FUCK OUT!!!!!NOW!!!!!”

“Humm, fine by me. See ya Phoenix.”

Then left the room. As he closed the door he heard a crash. No doubt from something bigger and more solid that she had found to throw.

He chuckled. Walking to his room. When he was inside and the door shut he leaned against it, sighing.

“Best fucking shag ever!!!”

He had turned the tables. Maybe her coming for the holidays would be fine after all.

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As the weeks past he noticed how her clothing had gotten tighter and skirts shorter. By her outward appearance no one would notice that anything was up, but he could see she was irate. He laughed at her attempts to tease him. Which in turn fueled her anger, and that pleased him.

A week before they were scheduled to leave for the holidays the Headmistress announced that there would be a Yule Ball on the last day of class. In answer to the many groans from those who wanted to leave as soon as possible she announced that break had been extended an extra day and that the train would leave at noon the day after the dance. This was in turn answered jovially as the students fell into excited conversation of they were going to wear. Dress robes having been on the requirements list at the beginning of the year.

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The night of the dance was upon them. Everywhere Draco looked not one female could be seen. As a matter of fact, he thought to himself, he hadn’t seen Hermione in a couple of days, excluding the few classes they had together.

Looking at the time he decided to get himself ready as well.

Time passed slowly as the students began to meet. Couples could be seen arm in arm mingling in the halls waiting for the double doors to open into the great hall.

As the clock struck 9pm the bells began to toll, and the doors opened to display what one could only imagine as a fairy tale winter. Blue flame candles lined the wall and floated across the enchanted ceiling casting a faint glow on the fog that rolled across the floor. Magical snow fell softly only to disappear at their feet. Round tables outlined the dance floor with white linen cloths and were adorned with icy wreaths. Crystal Goblets that magically filled with your choice of beverage, graced each setting. As the students entered the band began to play voices aided to the din as people started to dance.

Hours past and Draco stared at the masses of bodies as the gyrated and ground against each other. He had refused all offers to dance, not being in the mood. Part of this was due to not seeing her. He had thought that this melee would help him unwind and forget things his mind refused to let go. Everywhere he looked he was reminded of how she moved against him. Adding to his discomfort as he watched the sexual display before him.

The music drifted and swayed into a slow dance. Aware of the many eyes that glanced his way, hoping that he would ask them to dance as they sat casually waiting for a partner. Not wanting to be the subject of their unspoken advances he retreated to the wall leaning against it as he sipped his drink.

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She was running late. It had taken her longer to get ready than she thought. Thinking that she would only be and hour late, now looking at the clock she struggled to get her shoes on.

Looking into the mirror to double check her appearance everything had to be right.

She wore a red dress that she had made herself using a muggle pattern. It had spaghetti straps, hugged her curves and was adorned with beads along the front. From about mid thigh to her ankles fell shear pieces. When she stood still it seemed like one piece, but when she walked it was like she was on fire. She loved the effect. For shoes she chose some Roger Vivier red satin and rhinestone sandals. Light make up a little brown eyeliner, brown mascara, and lip gloss. As an after thought she used some bronzer just to make her skin glow a little. The effect was awesome. Her hair fell in soft waves over her shoulder. Smiling she headed for the door.

Her heels clicked along the corridor, and as she reached the door she took a moment to catch her breath, then entered the great hall.

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A/n:

You can see the dress at www.simplydresses.com style NL-407430 name beaded car wash.

The shoes are at http://www.jsbeads.com/Beaded-Sandals/Bruno-Frisoni.asp near the bottom.

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