Passions Torrent

Title: Passions Torrent
Author: Dani Shafer
Disclaimer: I don't own, nor do I make profit off of the characters.
Feedback: DaniMarieShafer@aol.com
Pairing: BZ/HG & DM/HG
Rating: NC-17
Spoilers: Set 1 year post Hogwarts.
Summary: A one-night stand brewed out of emotional and drunken distress with throw Hermione's life into a triangle of love and passion. With the truth be revealed and when it comes down to it, will she be able to make a choice?
AN: This is my first HP fic, so I'm a little nervous. Please be kind.

::Chapter 1::

Her eyes slowly opened into the darkness of the room, the faint glow of the rising sun beginning to bathe the room in glimmer of orange light. She snuggled unconsciously against the warmth pressing against her back, a possessive hand cupping her breast as her lover held her firmly against hhesthest. Her tired eyes slipped shut with a sigh of contentment, her brain surrendering to sleep once more as she failed to recognize the oddity of her situation. The man behind her roused slightly, his hand moving slowly so that the soft tips of his fingers skimmed from her breast to the soft expanse of skin on her stomach and back again. His nose buried in the mass of chestnut curls as he inhaled deeply, his thin lips curving into a blissful smile as he continued to slumber.

Hermione froze, her body going rigid as her eyes snapped open. The hand that had been gently stroking her aroused skin, settled atop her breast once more, her nipples already tingling with delight as soft lips bestowed feather light kissed along her collar bones. Teeth softly nipped at the skin of her neck, her body arching against his, moisture slowly seeping out of her core. He settled once more behind her, content to slip back to sleep as he slowly rubbed the front of his body against her rear, legs tangled in a heap.

She winced in pain as his thigh rubbed between her own, the burning soreness in-between her thighs informing her of exactly what she had spent the previous night doing. She new what, but who was the question. She groaned, the pounding in her head evidence of the cause of her total lack of self-control. She looked around iniousiousness, cursing herself as she failed to see the familiarity in the elegance of her surroundings.

"Bloody wonderful..." She hissed, her head spinning in a haze of post drunken and orgasmic fog.

She slowly turned her head, her teeth worrying the already swollen flesh of her lower lip as she with held the shriek of disdain. Blonde hair tangled with the dark strands of her own tresses, his normally sharp features relaxed as her eyes absorbed the sight of the all too familiar man behind her.

She disentangled her limbs from his quickly, bile rising in her scratchy throat as she realized where and with whom she was. She felt her eyes water, her body hit with a sudden wave of dizziness. She had slept with the enemy; she had slept her boyfriend's, okay so make that ex-boyfriends, best friend. She had slept with Draco Malfoy.

Carefully climbing out of bed, she set her feet on the cold ground, her stomach fluttering in unease. She looked behind her once more, the lithe body of her "lover" sprawling out as he stretched like a panther. Her teary eyes widened in surprise, the sheet riding down low on his thin hips to expose a patch of light springy curls, the out line of his semi soft shaft prominent although still concealed. 'No wonder why I'm sore' she mused quietly.

She suppressed the sickening urge she felt to the the sheets from his body, to have her lips devouring him once more. Her eyes slowly moved over his sleeping form, absorbing the forbidden sight before her eyes. His body was sculptured to perfection, his chest slowly rising and falling with each breath he took. He was muscular and tight, a sprinkling of light blonde hair misting on his chest, the faint shadow of unshaved stubble dusting his face.

A tiny smirk pursed her lips together; the face that was normally so cold was masked in a childishness she had never seen. Gone was his sneer of hatefulness. Gone was the ice of his penetrating grey eyes. His long blonde hair was fanned out behind him in an unruly mess. His pale skin was glowing with a faint hue of satisfaction, a small smile pulling at the corners of his mouth. He almost looked human.

She mentally licked her lips, her heart starting to hammer out of control as she felt her body start to respond the visual stimulation that he presented. Her nipples were aching, her breast heavy as she felt a faint trickle of moisture sooth the pain in her depths. She wanted to ravish him, to feel him pulsing inside of her, to feel his soft lips pulling at the swollen flesh of her lips.

Her eyes snapped shut in humiliation, what was she doing? Last night had been a mistake, okay several mistakes, but it was a drunken mistake brought out of utter heartache. But now? She had no excuse for her undeniable attraction to the blonde Slytherin this morning in her sober state.

Hastily she rose from the bed, her eyes quickly roaming the floor for her clothes. She would just get up and leave, find her belongings and get out before she had to face the snarling comments that he was sure to berate her with. What in the hell had she been thinking?

Maybe it was the blonde witch that had painted her self on her first true love, of the look of pitty that Ron and Harry had given her all night long. She couldn't even meet his dark eyes from across the room, the pain still too great to even look at him. She had fled the party, already feeling tipsy and over emotional with holiday nectar. She fled to the closest bar she could find, running literally right into the arms of her worst nightmare.

She sighed, finding nothing but the discarded fabric of his dress shirt lying in a crumbled heap at the foot of the large bed. She picked it up off the floor, slipping it on as she moved quietly. Her fingers nimbly buttoned it up, leaving a few open at the top as her mind flashed with the image of her fingers doing the exact opposite the night prior. She shook her head, the feeling of his skin flexing beneath her touch, the sound of his breath hitching in her ear as she raked her finger nails down his chest. She shivered slightly, the elusive moisture gathering between her legs once more.

She shook her head, wishing for nothing more than a cool glass of water and cold, cold shower. She could taste the remnants of his seed in her mouth, could feel the sticky presence of their combined secretions on her thighs. She wished that it was a dream, wished that she would just wake up alone in her bedroom, to the familiar surroundings of her flat.

Shivering she hear the echo of his words whispered into her ears. Her skin blushed crimson as she recalled all the things he had said to her. Shntednted to kick her self for being so gullible, wanted to hex both of into oblivion. If Harry or Ron found out, she would be disowned and left alone to wallow in her own self-pitty. They had forgiven and slowly accepted her mishaps with the other Slytherin, but Malfoy, that would be inexcusable.

The white silk of his shirt rested lightly on the tanned skin of her thighs, the material ending a few inches below her ass. With each step she took, she could feel the caress of the fabric, the heady scent of masculinity assaulting her senses. She was surrounded by him, the feel of his touch, the feel of his lips traveling over her body.

Her bare feet padded slowly across the hard wood of the floor, the chill of the early morning spreading up through the soles of her feet and traveling up her legs. She shivered slightly, her pores puckering as goose bumps rose on her skin. She welcomed the cold, the temperature evading the heat that was threatening to engulf her.

She heard the rustling of silk behind her, a disapproving groan coming from Draco as he realized that he was alone once more. She heard a few unintelligible murmured words, the voice deep and husky before he snuggled with the pillow, breathing in the scent of her before he fell into sleep once more.

She turned around slowly, almost afraid that he would be awake. Feeling relief that he was still asleep, her cinnamon eyes slowly passed over his form, his muscular legs tangled against the deep emerald sheets. Her breath hitched as she watched his almost translucent skin contrasting against the dark silk, his hands lazily scratching his chest as he snuggled against the pillow she was just occupying.

Without a second thought, a lazy smile lit up her face as the images of their many couplings quickly flooded her mind. It was gone as soon as she realized it, a hand hitting against her forehead with a smack as she tried to forcefully remove the images. 'He is not my lover, that was a BIG mistake!' She made a mental note to research any memory charms she could cast upon her self.

She tiptoed out of the bedroom, passing a few mysterious doors on her way into the kitchen. Her throat was raw and scratching from the screams of pleasure that Draco had so easily manipulated from her willing body. She found her self-blushing at the things she let him do to her body, to the things that she had done in return. She should have guess that he would be as passionate in lovemaking as he was in his pursuit to make her life a living hell. Her Her dark chestnut curls spilled around her shoulders, her hair tasseled and tangled from sleep as it cascaded down her back in waves. She ran her fingers through the thick mane, not even attempting to tame it as she only served to tangled it further. She looked briefly around for her wand, for anything that belonged to her as she passed through the living room. She was tempted to hex Draco before he even woke. He had taken advantage of the situation in a big wThe The details were still a haze of events, one picture jumping to the next in a blur.

She walked into the kitchen, a small smile gracing her face as he looked upon the muggle devices that were mixed into the large flat that seemed so uniquely Draco. She couldn't see much in the darkness of the hour, but she could see the elegance of his style, the expensive living room furniture and electronics. There was a large plasma TV surrounded by DVD's and CD's and a large stereo with speakers positioned around the room. She looked curiously at the few plainly marked boxes scattered around the room, wondering idly if he was moving.

She was glad that Draco had a private flat. The last thing she needed was to run into Lucious Malfoy, as neutered as he might appear to be, as she wondered the estate in nothing more than his son's shirt from the previous night.

Her fingers wrapped around the steel metal of the refrigerator door, the fluorescent light quickly flooding the shadowed kitchen as she opened the door slowly. Her body was silhouetted in light, the white material of the shirt quickly becoming transparent. Her eyes scanned the contents of containers and produce before settling on a small bottle of water.

She grasped it quickly, shutting the door as softly as she could. She sat down slowly at the kitchen table, wincing only slightly, the darkness of the night giving way into the morning as she contemplated her options. The sun rose gracefully into the warming air, as she looked at it from a small window peering out into the outside. She pulled her knees up to her chest, settling comfortably into the hard wood of the chair. She downed almost the whole bottle of cool liquid, the water doing little to rid her mouth of the bitter taste that was beginning to take permanent residence.

She groaned as the bright sun began to assault her sensitive eyes, only furthering the blinding headache selt elt tap dancing on her skull. She really needed to find her wand and cast a hang over charm. She rested her head on the hard table as she let her eyes fall shut with despair, holding out on the impulse to bang her head against the table. She was far too tired to move, to sort out her emotions, let alone hunt for her belongings.

She dozed lightly, failing to hear the soft click of the front door as the inhabitant snuck in at the early hours of the morning. She also failed to notice the violet eyes that had settled on her form as the Slytherin walked soundlessly into the kitchen, his eyes slowly racking up and down the expanse of her thigh. He looked quickly to the woman perched in the chair, her head turned slightly to the side as breathed delicately. He knew that hair, knew those immaculate legs, knew that curve of ass that lead to the soft delicate flesh of her body.

A low growl slowly formed in his chest, his groan tightening as the obvious lack of clothing that she presented. "Hermione?" He asked softly, more to him self out of utter surprise than to wake her.

She lifted her head with a start, the voice making her spine go stiff, eyes blinking against the sun as her eyes locked with his familiar ones. What was he doing here?

An embarrassed blush flooded her skin, her cheeks rouging as she quickly pulled her legs out from under her, desperately trying to hide the bare skin of her legs and bottom.

"Blaise! What in the bloody hell are you doing here?" She shrieked loudly, immediately regretting her need to shout. Her head began throbbing, her vocal cords horse with exertion. She gripped at her head, forcing her eyes to stay open.

"Me? Well Hermione," he added distastefully, the hurt in his voice evident, "I would ask you the same thing, but I can see from your lack of clothing that it's pretty obvious as to what you are doing here." He sneered, the still moist curls of his black hair hanging in front of his eyes. "This happens to be my best friends flat, but I don't suppose finding my girlfriend naked in his kitchen warrants me to ask any questions!" He yelled as he threw his fist against the wall in a rare display of anger. "I bloody well live here!"

His white dress shirt, much like the one that was hanging off of her body, was riddled with in wrinkles, a few dew drops of moisture seeped onto the collar of the shirt, making it transparent.

"You live here?" She asked in complete shock, wondering how her morning had gone from bad to worse. She felt anger bubble inside of her gut, was he just getting home? Did he just get out of a shower, its not raining out side? Wait; did he just call her his girlfriend?

"I'm not your girlfriend you prat! You broke up with me! Or did you forget that little detail? Oh wait I'm sorry you must have, since you just left me a note and then packed your stuff." She yelled, her face flushing with fury as eyes smoldered in darkening hues. 'That explains the boxes. I shouldn't have known he would have moved in with Draco. Stupid. Stupid. Stupid.'

"It was easier for both of us that way... besides I can see you just moved right along." He slowly pushed the unruly strands behind his ears, a smug grin lighting the olive tones of his face as he watched the pain shuffle across her face.

A very sleepy, disheveled Draco shuffled from the bedroom, his hand scratching through the blonde mess of tangles as padded into the kitchen. He yawned ullyully, a few blonde strands of hair sticking every which direction fris eis earlier attempts to tame it. Dark green silk boxers hung low on his waist, the cut muscles on his abdomen running into a pointed V. He sported the wide grin of a man who had been fully sated many times through out the night.

He assessed the situation in front of him with little care, not fully awake to deal with either of the quarreling ex-lovers.

"Mornin' love, mornin' Blaise." He said still half awake, sauntering over to where Hermione sat, her jaw hung open in shock at his casual behavior.

He planted a soft moist kiss on the rosy side of her cheek, before he started making some coffee, ignoring the look of hatred playing on his best friends face. Both Hermione and Blaise visibly winced at the angry red scratches of passion that littered the smooth planes of his back.

"What in the hell are you doing?" Blaise yelled a bit louder this time, his eyes wide with emotions as he held his hands up in the air.

"Coffee?" Draco replied lazily in half question, half explanation.

Draco groaned mentally to himself, what a way to wake up after one of the best experiences of his life. He should have known that things would not have turned out well when a sobbing Hermione Granger fell into his lap at the bar. He had known the whole story, had even been the one to urge his long time friend to break it off with the know-it-all Gryffindor. She was a mudblood, not fit to stand on the arm of such a prestigious Slytherin as Blaise. 'What a load of shit.' Draco mused with a smug smile.

He listened intently, almost in awe, as his enemy of 8 years poured her heart to him through hiccups and sobs, wiping her nose on the pristine cotton of his hankie as she went. Somewhere along the lines, something inside him had snapped, years of emotions barreling to the surface as he smashed his lips against hers, his tongue invading her mouth with abandon. He wanted her, had ys wys wanted her. He was livid with jealousy when Blaise first came to him with Hermione in tow. It was during their 7th year at Hogwarts that the couple had gotten together, the duo moving in with each other right after graduation. He said nothing, keeping his emotions behind a tight mask, waiting until the right moment to make his move.

So he jumped at the first chance he got with Hermione, equally as inebriated as her when she crawled into his lap and snogged him the the same pent up sexual frustration. Between kisses asking him if she was pretty, what was wrong with her, and why Blaise couldn't love her. They drowned out the sights and sounds of everyone around them, the world around them ceasing to exist. He felt his body shiver minutely at the phantom feel of her tight body molding to his, the breathy moans of her pleasure as slid inside of her warmth later on that night.

"I don't want bloody coffee you wanker! You shagged my girlfriend!" The sound quickly broke through the vivid fantasy Draco was having.

"Ex. You broke up with her." He stated clearly, shaking off his arousal as he smirked at the fuming rage in Hermione's eyes. "Besides she was more than willing. Bloody good shag too, if I say so myself, but I take it you already knew that."

"You GIT!" Hermione yelled as she cut in on the conversation. She stood abruptly, the coffee table rattling against the tile of the floor from her movements.

She stalked quickly over to where Draco stood proudly, her hand slapping across his face in a blinding movement of fury. His head snapped to the side with force, a red print of her hand clearly left marked on his pale skin.

His dark eyes smoldered with lust, a smile slowly for on on his lips.

"Fiesty."

He turned and resumed making coffee, totally oblivious to the raging girl behind him.

"Urrrrr!! I hate you Malfoy!" She screamed in frustration, her palm stinging in pain as she stalked off towards the bedroom. She really needed to get out of there before she performed the killing curse, to both males.

She could clearly hear the smooth purr of Draco's voice as it carried down the hall, the sound sending chills down her spine, "So its Mafloy now sweetheart? 'Oh Draco, harder Draco, Fuck Me Dra...'" He mocked with a snicker.

"Shut up!" Both Blaise and Hermione yelled at the same time.

TBC...