Dancing With Dragons

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Chapter Nine: Fly on the Wall



Hermione sat in the library with books surrounding her. Before she delved in she reached into her nap sack and pulled out the journal she’d been using to communicate with Harry and Ron. She founded they had all ready written.



Hermione,

Me and Ron wanted to wish you a very Merry Christmas. It’s just not the same with you here or seeing all the Weasleys. I hope that you’re doing as best you can. I hope you liked the presents you got. Oh and Ron wanted me to tell you that he bought the necklace all on his own. Apparently he got it from some muggle shop around the way. (Hermione wanted to scowled him for the leaving and walking around in broad day light, but looking down at the bracelet made her think differently. It was beautiful. It also made her feel guilty.)



We have wonderful news. The potion is almost ready. I’ll be more than happy to rid this thing from the world. Me and Ron have been doing some research on the book titles you informed us about, and the best places I can think of are either Godric Hallow or Hogwarts. Also, it’s strange. Remember those symbols you pointed out to Ron and me early on in the summer. The one in the book Professor Dumbledore gave you. Well I finally remember where I saw them. At Charlie’s wedding Luna’s dad was wearing a shirt with the same symbol. When I remembered that I remembered that Victor had gotten very upset about and said it was Grindelwald’s. Weird, right? I thought maybe you could look into it more. Strange that Dumbledore would leave that book with that sign in it.



Also, did you hear about that new biography about Dumbledore? (She had and she had no desire to read the rubbish, but she figured she might have to) Sounds like horrible stuff from Rita Seker, but still I am curious. Why did Dumbledore leave us with such an impossible mission? Anyway, one a lighter note one will soon be gone.



- Both our love and be safe.



Dear Boys,

Thank you so much for both the wonderful presents. Please tell Ron that I love the gift and I am wearing it right now! I miss you both terrible. I’ve been meaning to tell you that I’ve started the DA back up and things have been going rather well. Ginny is doing well and has taken a very active role. I know she misses you both very much. I am doing as well as can be expected.



As for the other stuff it brings more joy than you can know that they potion is probably going to work. I’ve never been more proud of you both. As for Godric Hallows and Hogwarts I am just not so sure. I just can’t see why he would leave one laying around Hogwarts, it would be too dangerous. As for Godric Hallow it could be possible, but Harry just be sure that it’s not just because you want to see your home. It could be trap.



As for the symbol, it is very strange, but Victor could have been wrong. However ill look into it, it might just be that Grindelwald took it from somewhere else and it use to mean something different. I agree I don’t know why Professor Dumbledore would have given it to us.



I have heard of the book and I’ve been trying to ignore the rumors but it comes out soon. I guess I must read it. Don’t doubt the he loved you Harry. I am sure he did the best he could. Please believe that if anyone can do it, it will be you and Ron.

- All the love in world



When she was done she felt both sad and relieved. They were one step closer, but she hoped Harry was doing as well as he said. It pained her not to be there. Not to be helping and knowing what was really going on. She would look into the symbol soon, but today she just wanted to read and relax. War never needed to relaxed she knew, but people needed to. How would they ever make it?



After some hours she grew bored. She packed up in hopes of taking a walk around the castle. Maybe going and checking out some of the stuff she’d just learned about in Hogwarts a History. One such place was the oldest statue of amour in the castle. It was near he dungeons so she made a left and started to head down.



She could feel it getting colder and knew she was heading in the right direction. She became so lost in consideration that she didn’t hear them at first. Until she grew closer she hadn’t heard them talking.



“No Mandy I am no mood for this.” She suddenly realized it was Malfoy’s voice and she remembered he’d been visiting Zabini. Then what was he doing with this other girl? What did she mean other girl? He was being Malfoy and had she really expected that to change?



“You’re so cute when you pretend that you don’t want my lips on your cock. Where have you been Malfoy? I’ve missed you.”



“I’ve been busy Mandy.” He didn’t sound happy. Was Malfoy really turning down a girl? No surly not!



“Really Malfoy? I’d love to go to my room and be busy with you.” God this girl sounded pathetic. Couldn’t she tell that Malfoy didn’t want her? She would never be that girl!



“Mandy I really must be go…” Suddenly his words stopped and Hermione could hear the slight noises of kissing. A part of her wanted to go around the corner and hex that girl Mandy. She had to get out of here. She started to back away.



“Mandy!” Malfoy said loudly. “Stop it. I am leaving.” Suddenly Hermione was falling and she couldn’t stop. She slammed right into a suit of amour. It crashed loudly and she became in tangled in it. A part of it hit her in the lip and she felt it start to bleed.



“Shit. Oh fuck.” She tired not to yell out. Maybe they didn’t hear it. She tried to get up but the suit of armor was to heavy. She reached for her wand, but the arm she needed to get it was pinned.



Malfoy and Mandy walked around the corner. Feeling so foolish she blurted out the first thing that came to mind. “Found it. Oldest statute in the whole castle believed to be made by the Salazar Syltherin himself.” Why had she said that!



It took a second for the two to figure out who it was and what was going on. When they did two things happened. Mandy gave her eyes that could have killed.



“Well if that’s true mudblood I don’t think he’d like that your filth was touching it.” Bitch! Hermione tried harder to release herself and hex that whore. Malfoy on the other hand was laughing so hard he was bent over and tears were coming from his eyes. Now she wasn’t sure whom she wanted to hex.



Finally when Malfoy had enough her chocked out, “Stalking me Granger.”



“You wish you arrogant little shit!” She spat feeling the blood from her lips dripping. Gods it hurt. Mandy didn’t seem to like this. She pointed her wand at her.



“Don’t talk to him like that you filth. You should grovel at his feet.”



“Yes well I’d be doing just that if it wasn’t for the seven ton statue on me!” She yelled sarcastically. “Though I am sure your knees will do just as well as mine you little slut.” Malfoy looked shocked at her and than smirked. She gave him the best smirk she had, but it felt odd on lips.



Mandy raised her wand. “You little wench…” Malfoy grabbed her hand.



“Not worth it Mandy. Now leave us.”



“No ones around Malfoy.” She pouted. “Lets have a little fun.”



“Oh, we’ll have fun Mandy. Leave us and go wait for me in your room.” She tuned to Hermione giving her one last nasty look. Than she gave Malfoy an un-needed long kiss on his lips. Hermione tired not to struggle. This was just making her cheeks burn with rage. Mandy turned and left.



When the other girl was out of earshot Hermione yelled, “Very funny Malfoy. Now let me up.”



“Now that is not the way we ask nicely,” Malfoy said not holding back is laughter. She growled.



“Now Malfoy! This thing weights a ton. I can’t feel my arm any more and it’s getting hard to breath.” Malfoy walked over and moved the pieces from her body with a flick of his wand.



She dragged herself from the wreckage and sat on the floor for a while trying to catch her breathe. She didn’t look up at Malfoy. She was totally humiliated. She was so stupid. Instead Malfoy came to her kneeling.



“Dame Granger. That looks like it hurt.” He pointed his wand at her face, and before she could react, he’d healed it the best he could. The bleeding stopped but she could feel it start to swell.



“Thanks. I’ve had worse though,” She spat trying to sound tough. Really she wanted to cry.



Malfoy laughed. “Sure.”



“Beats the hell out of being bitched slapped my a giant chess piece.” Malfoy looked at her like she had lost it and put his hand on her forehead.



“What? Did a piece hit you in the head?”



She pushed his arm away. “I am fine. Why do you care? Better be off before you little toy misses you.” Malfoy laughed at he pulled her to his feet.



“There is that little jealous streak Granger. Can I tell you a secret?”



“On no, Malfoy I don’t need to hear about how Mandy likes dog style or what not.” Malfoy laughed again touching her lips gentle but making her winch and push him off. She must have been being so dame funny to day. It made her more cranky.



“It’s doggy style and I am not actually going to met her Granger. I said that to make her go way and from hexing you. Not smart to insult a horny girl when you’re trapped under a seven-ton statue of armor Granger. Very brave.”



She laughed a little. “I’ll keep that in mind.” Then it hit her. Malfoy wasn’t going to fuck that girl. He’d done it to help her. She smiled at him. Suddenly she heard foot steps.



“Malfoy sweetheart. I’ve been waiting for almost twenty minutes. Are you okay?”



“Fuck.” Malfoy hissed. Hermione did something crazy. She grabbed Malfoy’s hand and pulled him.



“Come on,” She whispered. “Before she sees us.” She started to run pulling Malfoy with her. They ran for some time not really knowing where they were going. When they finally stopped both her and Malfoy started to laugh.



“She’s going to kill you,” Hermione giggled.



“Nah,” He said through laughter. “She’s going to kill you. She’ll be begging me to fuck her again later.” Hermione smacked his arm.



“You really are a pig.”



“I prefer Sex God.” He moved to get close her but she started to walk down the hallway. Even though he ditched this other girl seeing the way Mandy had thrown herself at Malfoy made her jealous. She didn’t like the feeling of jealousy especially about Malfoy.



“Oh the illusions of grandeur you create for your self Malfoy. Well as long as they sound good in you head.”



He reached her and walked besides her. “You really should be careful where you go in the castle alone Granger. Your not exactly welcome around there.”



“You mean my kind isn’t welcome! And I’ll go where I please,” she snapped remembering how the girl had dared to call her mudblood. She was so sick of it. There was silence for a while as they walked the halls. As the tension filtered away they started to talk. As they drifted around the castle she pointed out things and told him about them. Things she learned in Hogwarts a History. To her surprise Malfoy actually listened and even pointed out a few things that she didn’t know. All in all it was enjoyable until she saw the stupid cursed door.



There it was laughing at her. Why did her feet always lead her there? Was it because it was the first night she’d seen the good Malfoy behind the mask? Was it because she realized the being on the light side, like Tom had said, didn’t really make you a good person? So many emotions flooded with in her. Most she couldn’t decode, but those she could made her squirm with discomfort. She wasn’t use to shutting her brain down. Wasn’t use to ignoring her own feelings.



Malfoy was staring at her and she realized she been ignoring what he’d been saying. She’d been staring at the door. The door was the portal to the life she was leading this second. The door that lead her to be roaming the halls with Malfoy alone on Christmas. It looked as if Malfoy was going to yell at her for daring to ignore him, but he noticed what she was staring at over his shoulder.



She took his hand again and began to pull him again. “Lets go. This part of the castle gives me the creeps.” She hated lying, but she wasn’t about to tell Malfoy how the door haunted her whenever she saw it.



Malfoy didn’t budge. “Don’t lie to me Granger. It’s insulting and unbecoming besides you're terrible at it.”



“I am not,” She hissed before she could stop herself. Malfoy laughed and pulled her to him. She tired to stop it becoming dead weight, but it was times like this that she remembered how strong he was. He pulled her in easily as if she were a rag doll.



“No you’re not. Now Granger tell me what is behind that door? Is that where you and Weasley got hot and heavy.” She gave him hard eyes. “No. Oh I know.” He pulled her in closer. “Maybe it was Potter.” Still cold eyes. How could he go from being such good company to making her want to hit him? “I bet it was both.”



Angry boiled with her, but she could smell the ginger and earth again. It all made her struggle harder. “Hit a nerve. I should have known.” She was pulling from him. Then he suddenly let her go and she started to tumble backwards from her own force. Just before she fell Malfoy’s strong hands were holding her. He spun her around she that he backed faced the door. Made he look straight into his eyes and than practically slammed her into the door. She groaned with the forced and realized how much her body ached from the incident earlier.



He put his mouth on her ear and she could feel the warmth of his body. She hated that though this scared her it also turned her. “Tell me Granger, what does this door mean to you? It’s not very often girls can advert their attention for me to stare at a simple door. You never answered any of my questions late night. Is this where you lost you’re virginity Granger? Is this where you snuck off to late at night and gave yourself hot, wet and panting to some unworthy boy?”



She was shaking with angry. Did he know she was a virgin? Didn't he know she’d never been panting, wet and needy with any other body but him and he was the most unworthy?



Her hand found the door knob and it gave her an idea. "Fine Malfoy, you want the truth you bitter asshole.” She pushed the door open bracing herself for all of Malfoy’s weight by pressing her back to the door and swinging with it. Malfoy on the other hand wasn’t ready. He stumbled in almost falling to his knees.



“Behind door number one we find exhibit A,” She spat at him sarcastically. “This is where I found Tom fucking Kathryn. Okay, you smug bastard?!”



Suddenly his was holding onto her. He kissed her lips, but she didn’t respond. When he realized she wasn’t responding he bit her cut lips and she gasped out in pain. He took this as an opportunity to take her mouth. It was so hungry that she kissed him back. He wasn’t gentle and it was bring pants of pleasure and hisses of pain. There was something about him punishing her lips that made her buck her hips into his. He growled and than backed away. ‘Dame,’ she thought, ‘you’re being to needy.’



“I’d been planning to give you a little present when I saw you at the dorm tonight, but I think this is better. He stepped deeper into the dark room dragging her with him.



With a flick of his wand the door shut and they were engulfed in total darkness. It scared Hermione, but Malfoy’s hand kept her still. “Oh this is perfect.”



“Oh yes. I’ve always dreamed to be stuck in a dark room all alone with a Malfoy,” She spat out saying her fears out loud and trying to dismiss them through her scorn.



“Oh you should be Granger, but not for the reason you’re thinking.” He took his hands off her and his wand lit to life. “Don’t move.” And she gave her a quick smile to settle her. He searched for a bit in silence until her found an old goblet and transformed it in to a rather large candle. She was impressed with the magic. It was difficult to transform objects that were not of the same material and in close proximity of weight and height.



He lit it with his wand and distinguished the light from his wand in one flick. “Wordless magic? How?” He smirked at her.



“Do you have to ask? I am a Malfoy.” She frowned at him, but wasn’t sure if he saw if because the candle castded weird, errie shadows.



“I’ve been practicing for a while, but lighting my wand and making things coming to me from a short distance are all I’ve mastered. Watch.” He pointed his wand at her and she looked around for the thing he wanted. Suddenly she felt her shirt rip from her body and zoom to Malfoy. The cool air hit her and she felt her nibbles grow hard. She wrapped her arms around her body.



“Malfoy,” She shrieked. “Give me that shirt back this minute!” He held the shirt up making a mock face of shock before the shirt was torn in half. He threw it behind him and she could see even in the dark his eyes were filled with a dark laughter.



He started to walk to her. “Stop covering yourself Granger. I’ve seen it all before, remember? As I recall rather enjoyed myself.” She blushed. He finally reached her and pulled her arms from her body. “So innocent Granger.” He said gentlly, touching her face.



Then he pulled her down to the ground with him and she couldn’t fight or she would have slammed on her knees. “Okay, here is the game. I am going to kiss you Granger but I am not going to touch you.” She wasn’t liking where this was okay. ‘Yes you do,’ her head shot back. “You can kiss any where on each other except the hot spot.”



“Hot spots?” She asked truly confused. He shook his head at her.



“Geez Granger. I am not allowed to touch your tits or pussy with my lips or hands. You can’t touch my cock or…”



“Okay!” She blushed. “I get it.”



“The first person who gives in and touchs the other person with their hands looses so to speak. If you loose you have to let the other person do whatever they want to you, but if you win you can do whatever you want.”



“I can leave than?”



He looked darkly at her. “If you win you can, but you wont.” She didn’t know if he meant leave or win. Maybe both? Oh, she would win because she was afraid of what Malfoy would do to her. What if wanted to have sex with her! What if she let him!



She suddenly couldn’t think because Malfoy’s lips were on her neck. 'Oh gods,' she thought, 'that fire.' He kissed down her neck. She placed her hands behind her back to keep them away, but moved closer to him on her knees wanting to feel more of him. He laughed darkly into her neck. She shivered. She realized he was win if she didn’t something quick.



“You shirt.”



“Hmmm?” He said still between kisses getting closer to breasts.



“You shirt Malfoy. I want it off.”



He pulled back and she could see him smiling, but she didn’t care. He slowly removed his sweater, but left on his tight black shirt on underneath.



“All of it.” She panted. The fire was burning unmercifully in side. She needed to kiss that bare skin.



“Oh no Granger if you want this you have to take of something of yours.” She didn’t need to be asked twice. Watching him in the shadows, feeling the heated line his lips had left was making her crazy. She threw caution to the wind. She wanted him unclothed. She stood up and Malfoy looked up her curiously. She removed her bra and threw it behind her. He looked up her darkly and it made things in her body tighten.



Next she unbuttoned her pants and slid them off her body. Malfoy growled up and her. She turned her back to him to let him see that it was a thong. The tong Ginny had given her. She would have to thank her later. She walked slowly to the desk. She was going to win this!



At first she was going to take her wand and remove the dust, but a better though came to her mind. She slid her legs open a little and bend over slowly and blew the dust from the desk. What was Malfoy doing to her? She could feel cool air between her legs and it made her shiver. Just knowing that Malfoy was staring at her naked body made her wet.



“You tease.” He growled low in his throat. She turned laughing and sat on the desk folding her legs.



“Your turn.” He got up from his knees and stood facing her. She watched his strong arms removed the shirt in one movement. Her breathe hitched at the sight of his pale, toned chest. She wanted to run her hands along his hard stomach, but she pushed that though a side because she would win.



Next Malfoy removed his faded jeans. He stepped out of them and pushed them a side. He glided to her. She took in his body, taken back by the contrast of the black boxers to his beautiful, white marble skin. She was drawn to how she could see the line of his hips as they disappeared into his boxers to places she’d never seen. She could see light hair trailing down in his underwear and she wanted to kiss her way down the path.



She pushed her hands behind her back as Malfoy reached her and took her mouth in his. They kissed feveriously and the pain in her lip took on a pleasure all on it’s own. Malfoy retraced his path and started to kiss his way to her breast. Just as he reached he stopped and she groaned her dissapointment. He bit into her skin right above her left breast and she whimpered as she felt new wetness form. Then he bent a little and started to kiss her along her side.



“Oh gods,” She panted. No one had ever kissed her there and it was shooting straight to her core. He suck and kissed his way to her stomach and she could felt his hair brush slightly against her breast. He made his way back up and kissed between her breast. How she wanted to suck on her swollen numbs.



She wrapped her legs around him and pulled him in. The force and the angle made it so she had to lie on her back. This wasn’t going to work. She was just about to push herself up when Malfoy bit into her thighs just inches away from her swollen lips. She tightened her legs around him trying to keep herself from yelling out loud, but it had been a bad idea. Now Malfoy was completely enclosed in her legs. He was licking the line between her thighs and groin. Biting and licking her she shivered violently, her hands, now on either side of her, scratching into the wood.



She was fighting so hard, but she was shaking with the pleasure. She was burning from the inside out and Malfoy hadn’t even touched her all the places she wanted to beg him to explore. What would it be like if he did. She groaned loudly with the though of it. She wanted him. This was a silly game and she could just give in. ‘No!’ Her mind yelled, 'you have to win. Don’t let him consume you.’ But her body was fighting back. ‘It’s to late,’ It screamed as she felt Malfoy bite the tops of her thong. ‘He’s already consumed you now let him take you.’ She felt him start to pull on her panties with his mouth and she realized the tricky bastard was removing her panties without ever touching her. Her mind screamed that she’d be so exposed, but her ass lifted up and allowed Malfoy to pull them free from her body.



She could feel herself slick from her juices and tried to close her legs. Malfoy bit hard onto the top of her thigh . Her legs parted as her eyes flew open from the intense pleasure pain. She looked down and found Malfoy eyes. They were staring at her and she became flushed when she realized he’d been watching her face.



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Malfoy stared up into those sky blue eyes. She was beautiful with her hair falling from her bun and cheeks flushed. There she was resting on her elbows panting hard looking down her own body at him.



Her legs were parts and he could see her swollen lips as the candlelight danced around them. He growled in his throat and felt his cock grow painfully hard. She always had this effect on him. She made he loose control. She always made him tittered on the edge of insanity. Because without control of this, without a rhythm and reason, without a conquest, or even a bet what was he doing here? Without all that it was just him and her, and that scared him. Yet there was a pull to know what it would be like for it just to be them without the schemes, the fake reasons and the control.



But he wouldn’t know, because this wasn’t fantasy and she was Granger. He smirked into her leg still looking into her eyes. He could tell she was loosing the battle all he had to do was push her over the edge. He brought his face close to her wanting to take her into his mouth.

She watched Malfoy bring his mouth close to her wet pussy still staring her in the eyes and slid on to her back again not being able to take the erotic hungry in his eyes. She was on the edge and she was begging Malfoy with her mind to touch her and end the agony.



She felt his air tickle her thigh and she whimpered. Than suddenly she felt cool air blow on her swollen womenhood and her thoughts ceased to be. Her hands ripped themselves from the side of her body and delved into Malfoy’s hair. She combed her fingers threw them. His hair was so soft and she wanted to feel more of him. She pulled herself up the fire all consuming. She pulled his face up to kiss him deeply, but Malfoy stopped her.



“I believe you’ve lost Granger.”



She wasn’t really listening her hands were roaming his chest finally having the ablity to touch him. Now that she touched him she wasn’t sure she could ever stop. Draco Malfoy had become her drug. She was falling to the dark abyss and she only wanted more. Her lips were on his neck kissing and licking her way down biting lightly on his peck.



She heard his groan slightly and than he grasped her hands tightly stopping her wondering hands trailing down his back. “Oh no Granger, you lost now you pay the consequences.”



“Please.” She whispered into he chest that felt cool against her flushed cheek. God what was happening to her?



“Please what.”



“Please touch me Malfoy.” She felt him scoop her from the desk. She yelp a little as he swung her from the desk and placed her on the ground. He laid on top of her and kissed her deeply, but she wanted more. She bucked her hips into his and let her hands roam his strong back. But Malfoy pushed her hands away holding them over her head with one of his own.



“I get to do whatever I want to you Granger.” He looked her in the eyes letting the reality off that sink it. She struggled at little, but it only made her press herself against Malfoy. She could feel Malfoy hard against her only the thin fabric between them, and she withered underneath him more. He pushed her hips down with his own and ground into her. She arched her back whimpering feeling how sore and beaten her body was and yet wanted him to grind harder.



“Fpr such a sweet little virgin Granger you’re testing my control.” He kissed his way down her chest and took her hard nipple into his mouth.



“You knew,” She groaned.



“Of course, I just wanted to hear you say it.” He took her other nipple into his mouth and rolled it with his tongue.



“Whway?” She stuttered through her groans wanting to be mad. She wanted to challenge him, but the feel of his hot, wet mouth on her wouldn’t let her. He leaned into her letting go of her hands and bringing his slowly down her body. He slid so that he lay to the side of her, half of his body still pinning her. He took his hand and pushed her legs a part. She was panting harder not sure if was from pleasure or fearful antisipation.



He slid his finger in between her wet folds and she suddenly didn’t fear. All she could feel was the need. He circled around her clit teasing her and she couldn’t take it anymore. “Please.” Yes she begged and she knew she would never forgive herself later, but she needed him.



“No more talking Granger.” And Malfoy pushed his finger into her wet opening and she screamed out. The pleasure was indescribable.



Malfoy pushed his finger into her wet opening and watched her scream out her pleasure as she arched her back. He’d regained control. He was going to make her cum with his fingers even though he wanted to bury himself deep inside her. But not yet! He wanted to explore her. Take his time with her and by the time he was done she’d be begging for him to fuck her.



He was pumping into her his fingers slick with her juices. She’d been so wet when he entered her. It turned him on that just teasing her made her soaked from her own juices. He could feel just how tight she was. He realized, as she watched her flushed face, that she was so innocent. He knew he didn’t really deserve this. But wait, he was a Malfoy he deserved whatever he wanted. He wanted her and he pushed a second finger into her and felt how tight she was, almost to tight for only his two fingers. He could feel her tighten around him.






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She was panting as his finger slid in and out of her. She never imagined what it would be like to have a man fucking her with their fingers. It was bliss. She wasn’t sure if fucking herself would ever be good enough as Malfoy’s fucked her and ever nerve ending in her body was lit on fire.



Suddenly she felt Malfoy slid a second finger in side her and she hissed from the pain, but he didn’t stop. She could feel the pressure of him stretching her and completely filling her. He pumped in her harder and deeper the more she gasped from the pain. But there was something erotic about the pain. The more he pulled and slid back into her body the more the pleasure built.



“Mmmm oh,” she was moaning nonsensically. Then Malfoy stopped, his fingers still deep inside her, and he took his thumb and worked her swollen clit. Her mind saw nothing but color. Her eyes closed and she bucked her hips. He started to pump into her letting his thumb hit her clit and suddenly the orgasm was there. It didn’t work it’s way, building through her body, it was just there. Suddenly it was exploding and she was screaming. Her hips bucked uncontrollable, but Malfoy didn’t stop. Just as the orgasm was hitting, shaking her body, Malfoy slipped his finger from her, slick from her wet core, and circled her clit. Her body exploded in a new wave of pleasure.



“MALFOY, oooooo oh god.” Her hand reached out, one scratching down his back the other the floor. He kept working her clit and it was almost too pleasurable.



“Ooooo please…” He slammed his fingers back into her convulsing core and she didn’t know up from down. “ Malfoy…”



“Malfoy what?” Malfoy asked and she could tell by his voice he was smirking as he slammed into her body with his fingers.



“Fuck me. Please fuck me.”



He slammed into her once last time as he said, “Not to night Granger, but when you sleep at night remember how hard I made you cum.” She yelled out one last time arching her back before Malfoy released her and swallowed her screaming moans with a kiss.



They laid there for a while Hermione still feel shivers run through her body. Malfoy’s head was laying on her stomach. When she could finally speak she said,



“Oh gosh anyone could have walked in and seen us!”



Malfoy laughed, “I wish I had. To be a fly on the wall.”



What he said made her think of her favorite song. It struck her odd. She started to hum the song absently mindedly.



“What are you doing Granger. You’re the only girl who has ever hummed after I gave them a mind-blowing orgasm.” She blushed and pushed herself up on her elbow. Malfoy moved from his spot sitting up.



“It’s just what you said about being a fly on the wall it reminded me of one of my favorite songs.”



“It sounded familiar.”



“No way. It’s a Muggle song you wouldn’t know it.”



“Try me. Sing it.”



“No way Malfoy.”



“Come on, I knew Shakespeare.”



She wasn’t sure what came over her maybe it was the feeling of bliss mixed with her missing home, but she sang the song for him. “Okay,



“When your naked in the shower,

When you're sleeping for an hour,

When you're big, when you're small,



Oh, I wish I was a fly on the wall.” She closed her eyes pretending she was alone in the shower



“When you're with her after midnight,

When you kiss her in the dim light,

When you break barbie doll,

Oh, I wish I was a fly on the wall.



Wanna see who you are,

Every inch, every scar.



From your head to your toes,

I would be there,

From your bed to your clothes,

I'm in the air.



When you think you're alone

I'll be down in the hall,

I could see it, if I was a fly on the wall.

What you do in your room,

I could see it all,

You undress, I wish I was a fly on the wall, yeah.



For the drama that you're drinking,

And the dark thoughts you are thinking,

And the love notes that you scrawl,



Oh, I wish I was a fly on the wall.



Silently, I arrive.

You don't know I'm alive.



From your head to your toes,

I would be there,

From your bed to your clothes,

I'm in the air.



When you think you're alone

I'll be down in the hall,

I could see it, if I was a fly on the wall.

What you do in your room,

I could see it all,

You undress, I wish I was a fly on the wall, yeah.





Wish I was a fly on the wall.





Ever closer, ever nearer,

When you're looking in the mirror,

I would know who you call,



If I was a fly on the wallllllll…



From your head to your toes,

I would be there,

From your bed to your clothes,

I'm in the air.





When you think you're alone

I'll be down in the hall,

I could see it, if I was a fly on the wall.

What you do in your room,

I could see it all,

You undress, I wish I was a fly on the wall, yeah.



Wish I was a fly on the wall,



From your head to your toes,

I would be there,

From your bed to your clothes,

I'm in the air.

What you do on your own,

I could see all,

When you think you're alone,

I would crawl.



When you think you're alone

I'll be down in the hall,

I could see it, if I was a fly on the wall.

What you do in your room,

I could see it all,



You undress, I wish I was a fly on the wall...” She let the silence take over her eyes still closed. She thought about that summer and how she’d listened to that song endlessly. How the sing made her feel better. Made her feel better that she had to forget her parents maybe even for years. Helped her through loosing Harry and Ron too. It made her wish muggle technology would work in Hogwarts.



“I have to say I am surprised.” Malfoy said coolly as if he wasn’t very surprised at all, but than he said “You sing like an angle.” Her eyes opened and looked at the scene before her. One she was playing a leading role in. She stood up leaving Malfoy laying on his back. She felt uncomfortable that she sang, in the nude of all things, in front of a him. She’d never been so open. Well maybe she had been a second ago when she lay open and wet and Malfoy was inside her. The thought made her shiver as she gathered her clothes. It was different some how. Being emotionaly weak was unacceptable.



“Thanks Malfoy. I’ve actually never sung in front of any one before.”



Malfoy sat up at this. “Hmm. It doesn’t surprise me that you have a secrete natural talent on top of being a know it all.”



“Thanks.” She slipped her bra and panties on and went in search of her pants and shirt. She didn’t know why people took it as an insult to be a known as a know it all. It was her life’s goal.



She could feel Malfoy’s eyes on her still and realized he’d never cum. It made her wet again put pushed the thought a side. “Why not Granger?”



“Why not what Malfoy?” She asked as she pulled her pants and repaired her shirt.



“Why don’t you sing for people?”



“I wanted to be a singer once. Before I turned twelve that is. But it was silly then and it’s silly now. I have to be the best witch I can be so I don’t really have time.”



“You can be both Granger.” She faced him standing there in her bra and jeans.



“I know Malfoy, but I can’t afford to be distracted and discredited as some stupid rock chick. I have to be better than everyone just to prove I am good enough.”



“Wow, I wouldn’t worry no one would ever buy you as a rock chick. And what is that your little Granger life mantra?”



“That’s reality.”



“What’s reality?”



“It’s what you try to make it and a lot of times what people make it for you. I know I am good enough. Better.” She looked at him when she said it. “But to get anywhere, where I deserve to be, I have to be prove it.”



“Sometimes I think you’d have made a good Slytherian. Without all the moral light shit of course.” Malfoy pushed himself from the flood in one graceful movement.



He reached her and grabbed her around the waist resting his hand on her ass. He pulled her. “What is the reality now Granger. What does it say?” She didn’t know. It was a too intimate question but worse she didn’t really have an answer. It was weird that she felt so comfortable with Malfoy, but still a part of her backed away. She wanted his body, but she wasn’t surer if she wanted anything else and that made her feel so un-Hermione like. She just shrugged at his question fell both sedated and warm in his arms and uneasy.



He looked her in the eyes and she could have sworn if I hadn’t been Malfoy those eyes were looking through her. Taking her all in, and feeling no shame in judging her. She tried not to squirm. “It means you are mine. Mine to take Granger.”



It didn’t bother her that way it should have. She knew he didn’t mean his like a wife, a girlfriend, but as a toy, as a lover. And it was true. She’d given him all but out right permission when she wanted lessons. And she was learning and her body was loving it. She was lost in the dark when it came to sex and Malfoy was her becon of light. So odd to think of Malfoy as light. But thinking about the fire that Malfoy inspired in her, the way he commanded, the way his fingers expertly pleasured her she knew she wouldn’t say no.



She was loosing it and she didn’t want to go back. When had she become so weak. But Malfoy would never have her. “Maybe in empty rooms, in shadows, and lone nights in the dorm my body is yours Malfoy. But you I am not your. People aren’t things, but if you can have someone you need their hearts, mind, and spirit. You don’t have those.” She pressed her hands against the necklace she’d given him this morning and wondered briefly that it felt so warm. “If you did Malfoy you’d be mine.” He pulled back from her.



“Who says I want those things you filth.” But he didn’t say it with much confection.



“No one.” She pulled her shirt back on. “See you later Malfoy.” She smiled and left him there. His body, standing there hard and half naked, was a wet dream, but his eyes were ones of a little lost boy. Watching those eyes look at the necklace made things in her chest hurt, but what could she say.



She left him there. She walked straight to the dorms and fell asleep. She couldn’t get the image of him standing alone in the dark room from her mind, but that’s where he belonged. In her life Malfoy belonged in a isolated, dark room because isn’t that where she belonged in his?



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First the song Hermione sings in a song from T.A.T.U from their latest CD Happy Smiles. It's so amazing and I insist the everyone go listen to it. Also I don't own any of those words and don't make any money from using them. Also, I know using it was a guilty pleasure so if you didn't like know I don't think I am going to have her sing. Well i'll try hehe ;-)