Carnal Afflictions

A/N: I have to say that right now I live for Opheliaxx ’s reviews. =) This one’s for you.





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“You’re going to regret that, bitch. I’m going to make you regret even considering Blaise for any sort of activity. You’re mine Granger. I don’t let go of my toys that easily.”



His enthusiasm was renewed. His anger doubled. His blue-gray eyes hardened over with determination as he inflicted his punishment on her all too willing body.





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She was sore. Oh damn, she was sore. Hermione groaned as she was finally roused from sleep. She couldn’t quite place her finger on what woke her up, but the first thing she noticed was how completely sore she was. It felt like every muscle in her body had been used like a rubber band; everything ached. From the arches of her feet to the curve of her neck - everything bloody ached.



‘Oh god…he didn’t hold back last night at all.’ She mentally gritted her teeth as she squeezed her eyes tighter in a fruitless attempt to block out the pain.



She was so tired. She doubted that they got any sleep last night, but the little that she did get was undeniably the best sleep she had. ‘Heh. Must be because he wore me out. Hell, first the library then Blaise gets frisky and then Malfoy attacks me in the shower…No wonder I was out like a rock.’



Grinning at her memories Hermione snuggled deeper into the warm silky smooth sheets. She sighed as she was granted the comfort of warmth when an arm pulled her tighter against its body. Smiling when it started absentmindedly kissing the back of her neck, Hermione bit back a silent moan when its hand started caressing her naked breast. She laid there in bliss for a couple minutes more until her eyes snapped open and she turned deadly still.



‘Oh…holy shit.’ Instead of staring at the walls of her own room, she was staring at the silver-green decorations made for the slytherin Head Boy. Instead of lying innocently on her own cotton sheets she brought from home, she was instead lying on his silk sheets with his leg pressed between her own. His hands where gently touching her and if not for his even breathing, she would have sworn he was awake.



She didn’t know how long she lay there. Her heart was pounding erratically against her chest, but on the outside she was frozen like a statue. Her entire body clamped up and refused to move as she analyzed her situation. She had never woken up in a man’s bed before.



And the fact that the first man she will ever see as she wakes up in the morning is Draco fucking Malfoy terrified her. Sure, they had done the dirty two nights ago, but she didn’t wake up with him in his bed.



This crossed so many lines. They were enemies! He was the arrogant pureblood who looked down on the rest of the world! She wasn’t supposed to trust him enough to actually spend the night in his bed. Bloody hell, she wanted the first moment she woke up in a man’s arms to be with the man she truly loved.



Fucking Malfoy. Always has to be the prat that ruins everything.



Gritting her teeth at that thought, Hermione gently squirmed out of his arms. After successfully detaching herself from his possessive grip, she quietly tiptoed into the sanctuary of a long over due hot shower.





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“You know. It’s not like Hermione to be late.”



“Yeah. Do ya reckon she over slept?”



“Hermione? She never over sleeps. She’s like a clock. Always on time, that one.”



“Well…maybe she tripped and fell in the shower?”



“Not likely. I bet she’d have numerous spells at her disposal just for the off chance that she fell. She’s a perfectionist. Perfectionists don’t trip. And if she did. She probably scheduled it.”



“Well maybe she got caught up –“



“Or maybe she’s standing behind you right now wondering why your making fun of her.”



Both boys froze with their forks half up to their lips. Taking a chance and glancing backwards to immediately stare into the hazel eyes of a surely pissed off head girl, Harry Potter cringed inwardly as he met the glare directed his way.



She stood with her hands on her hips as her lips were pressed together in disapproval. Her eyes narrowed and shot metaphorical laser beams at her two best mates before moving around them and taking the seat opposite. In her typical Hermione manner, she huffed and she puffed but she didn’t say a word. Her anger was evident enough. The atmosphere chilled and little third years scampered further away from the Golden Trio as everyone instinctively fled for his or her lives after sensing that another battle was brewing.



A pissed off Hermione Granger, a reckless Ron Weasley and an overly hot tempered Harry Potter was never a good combination to have during breakfast…



“Where the bloody hell have you been Hermione!?” And sure enough, Ron lives up to full expectations.



“Yeah! We’ve been looking for you all morning! We wanted to have a word—“



“Really? Seems to me you were sitting like prats insulting my character.” She gripped her knife tighter as she brought her fork down to hold the pancakes still as she cut into it viciously.



“And then there’s yesterday. We still hadn’t talked about how stupid you were during breakfast!”



“…” An almost unnoticeable twitching started in her left eye as her stabs to her breakfast quickly turned into a horrendous mutation of what used to be a nice plate of pancakes, eggs and sausage.



“Honestly Hermione. You’re a smart witch, but Zabini really?”



“We just about had a heart attack last night! There we were just about to knock on the Head’s Common Room portrait—”



“And out pops Zabini in a huff!”



“But he stalked off before we could question him.”



They were both oblivious (or perhaps lacking in self preservation) to the rising murderous intent omitting from the Head Girl.



“And now we want to know what the bloody hell you were up to last night. With Zabini of all people.”



“Right. You weren’t shagging him like you said right? I mean of course you won’t do that. You’re Hermione for Merlin’s sake.” Ron grumbled the last bit under his breath. But evidently not low enough. It was the last straw.



Gently putting her silverware down, Hermione put her elbows on the table and laced her fingers together. Leaning forward to look intently at her boys, her next words were hardly above a whisper. “I don’t know which to be more disgusted by. Either you think I’m a prude who isn’t even human, or you insinuate I’m a whore who spreads her legs for everyone and anything.”



“Blaise and I are in a relationship. I like him. He likes me. I know. Surprising right? Who could possibly like a bookworm like me right? That is what you said, Ronald. Isn’t it?” Her fury was masked, but just barely. They got the hint though. “And I’d like you two to stop thinking you can control what happens in my life. If I choose to shag Blaise, I will. If I choose to date my way through the Slytherin house, I bloody will.”



“Hermione!”



“No. No. Hell no!”



Protests were heard as both boys jumped up in response.



“The way I see it, boys, is that it all comes down to whether or not you trust me. I have a plan and Blaise is apart of it. I need you to be with me and let me do this.”



“Mione, there’s a difference between trusting you and trusting him.” As always, Harry was the first of the two to hear the voice of reason.



“The way I see it, there really isn’t. If you trust me at all, you’ll know that I can handle myself. Zabini or no, I can take care of myself.” Her eyes softened as she read Harry’s concern reflecting in his own green orbs. “Harry. You said it yourself. I’m a smart witch. I can handle this. And the moment I feel as if I can’t, I’ll come running to you for help, okay?”



She didn’t know it, but her words were bewitching. Hermione Granger was slowly, ever so slowly…becoming female to her two previously blind bodyguards.





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“So what’s the plan, Granger?” His grin illuminated his face as he corned her between classes. “Hot oil and wax to make him suffer?”



She grimaced at his closeness. They were in an almost empty corridor. Save for them and a couple more students, it was practically disserted. Her back was against the wall while he stood before her with his predatory Slytherin grin. She would have shoved him away, but she had an image to uphold. And Blaise was apart of that image. “Not likely. I don’t want him to suffer. I just want to torture him a bit.”



Cocking his head to the side Blaise responded with an arrogant laugh. “And there’s a difference how?”



“Because, my darling Blaise,” Her voice became louder as she made sure the others heard. “There is an art to seduction. As you well know.” Her grin rivaled his own as she reached a hand out to trail up his arm, stopping only when she cupped the nape of his neck.



“Seduction?” He licked his lips. “Tell me. Are you trying to turn me on right now?” He knew her game. Out of the corner of his eyes, he noticed the sudden frozen movements of their fellow classmates.



“Mmmm…” Pulling him gently down for a kiss, Hermione arched up and captured his lips in a mind-blowing exchange. His hands automatically reached for her hips as he pulled her closer while wrapping his arms around her and kissing her as sweetly as he could.



God, he lived for this. The sweet caress of her lips, her warm flush body pressed against his own…She didn’t know it, but he had fallen in love with her ages ago.



It happened right around the time Draco and him had had a row over their ‘relationship.’ Draco wanted the freedom to shag whoever he wanted; Blaise wanted a steady relationship – even if they had to keep it secret. That night in fifth year changed his life. He hated to admit it, but prior to their heated outburst of demands, he was a love struck fool; he gave Malfoy everything. Privacy, honesty, and trust. He trusted Draco when the rumors spread that he was shagging the entire Slytherin female population. He trusted him like a fool.



He said the rumors were only for appearances sake as he kissed him sweetly. He said the girls were all delusional and only talking to get their own popularity up. He said that no one meant anything to him other than Blaise himself.



And because he knew of Draco’s position, he agreed to keep everything hush hush. To keep them a secret. Their “dirty little secret,” he said it was more exiting that way.



He believed him like a fool.



It wasn’t until he walked in on the act that he finally saw the light. That night, the girl ran off after seeing the infamous Zabini glare directed at her for just being there and Draco didn’t even attempt to explain. He merely told him in his cool, detached voice that he “was a Malfoy and Malfoy’s do as they please.”



So with a punch against the nearest wall, and a rather short verbal match exchanged between the two, Blaise hopped out of the empty classroom with a pissed off demeanor and a broken hand.



And then what luck! (Or misfortune was how he saw it at the time.) He runs straight into Hermione Jane Granger. And in her usual caring way, she heals him right up, scolds him for being out past curfew, and walks off distractedly down the hall.



The rest was history. After that night, he sought her out (secretly, of course). And always managed to find her in the library. He studied with her and conversed with her and argued with her and damn well fell in lust with her before he knew it. He wanted her like he had never wanted a woman before. In his life, it was always Draco Draco Draco. But not anymore. Hermione was like a bright ray of sunshine and he vowed that he would do everything and anything to make her his one-day.

So when she approached him two years later with anger in her eyes and a flush on her cheeks and an oh so Slytherin plan to bring Malfoy down, he gladly accepted. He would have been stupid not to.



Get the girl and get Draco back for his arrogance. It was a win-win situation.





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Hours later, Hermione Granger found herself walking the corridors in pursuit of nothing; she had no destination no plan no prior arrangement. She was lost in her own thoughts as a small smile graced her face.



The difference between Blaise and Malfoy… She was surely getting in way over her head this time.



…But Blaise’s kiss was sweet and tender. And in the moment that they touched – first for apparances sake, they were dating after all – where it wasn’t immediately followed up by a sexual gesture…she felt something.



The dark Italian was handsome. He had dark intense eyes that seemed to strip away all her defenses and arms that when he held her, made her feel safe and wanted as more than just a toy.



Unlike Malfoy, he showed restraint. He had kissed her gently and taken her breath away. And he had pulled back, grinned a little boy grin, grabbed her hand briefly and whispered something softly before walking away backwards with his eyes trained on hers the entire time.



Oh god, she didn’t know what it was about him…





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