Wicked Taunting

Third segment in a series of shots entitled Wicked.

Wicked Taunting
By: Tassana Burrfoot

Unfortunately, Hermione hadn't had any luck. She had spent nearly the entire day in the library. She avoided breakfast and lunch. By dinner time, she was starving, but she did not want to leave. There had to be something.

"Hermione, it's Saturday," Ron complained as he and Harry approached her. "Why are you in the library on a Saturday?"

Harry took a chair next to her. "Because she's Hermione, Ron," he answered for her. "When have you ever known her to not be in the library on a Saturday?" He turned to her, "What are you looking up?"

She sighed as she pushed aside yet another useless book. "I'm trying to find a countercurse," she answered, deciding to at least be a little bit honest.

Ron picked up a book that was titled Wizarding Families of the 19th Century. "I doubt you're going to find anything in these sort of books," he replied. "What kind of countercurse are you looking for?"

She glared at the useless book he held in his hands. "Apparently nothing that is in these books," she snapped. Then she covered her face with her hands and sighed, "I'm sorry, Ron. I didn't mean to snap at you. It's not your fault. I'm just... not used to failure."

Harry absentmindedly flipped through one of the books. "Perhaps it's not a complete failure?" he said, trying to cheer her up. "If you tell us what you're looking for, maybe we can help?"

As much as she wanted to, she couldn't ask for their help. "No, it's okay," she gently declined. "Actually, I missed breakfast and lunch. Would either of you like to accompany me to dinner?"

Both boys instantly brightened at the mention of food, but before they could reply, they were interrupted by a soft drawl. "And here I thought you'd want to accompany me..."

All three friends looked up and Hermione stifled a groan. Malfoy stood near the table, a smirk playing across his chiseled features.

"Get lost, Malfoy," Harry sneered.

Hermione's eyes widened slightly. What was Malfoy planning? He didn't mean to tell them what had happened, did he?

Malfoy folded his arms over his chest and returned Harry's sneer with one of his own. "I think not, Potter," he shot back. "Hermione hasn't eaten all day and I intend to ensure she gets at least some food in her stomach before our detention tonight."

"What did you just call her?" Ron snapped, standing up.

Malfoy arched a single, well-defined eyebrow. "If I'm not mistaken, I called her 'Hermione.' That is her name, isn't it?" he questioned. He glanced at Hermione and gave her a confused look. "Surely you didn't change it since this morning, did you, dear?"

If Malfoy calling her by her first name didn't shock Harry and Ron enough, then him referring to her as "dear" certainly did. "What game are you playing at?" she asked Malfoy as she stared at him, a mixture of fear and anxiety written across her face.

His face softened into his customary smirk. "Game? Why on earth would I wish to play games with my... girlfriend?"

"What is he talking about, Hermione?" Ron demanded.

She paled. She looked from Malfoy to Ron to Harry. "I... I..." she stuttered at a complete loss for words. How was she to respond?

Malfoy walked around the table towards her and wrapped his arms around her shoulders. "Hermione and I... talked a lot last night and we decided that we were a perfect match. We do have a lot in common. Don't we, darling?" he asked. Then, he whispered in her ear, "You are to respond in the positive to my accusations."

She paled even further. "Y-yes," she whispered, on the verge of tears. She couldn't believe he was making her to this.

"What?!" Harry and Ron both shouted as they leaped from the table.

Harry looked at her pleadingly. "Tell me it's not true," he nearly begged.

She closed her eyes and willed the tears to not fall. "I-it's true, Harry," she whispered, keeping her eyes closed. She couldn't look at her two best friends. "Dra-Draco and I are... together..."

"He's forced this on you," Ron growled and she heard, rather than saw, him take out his wand.

"Now, why would I do that?" Malfoy snapped. "Put your wand away, Weasel breath. There's no need..."

"Don't you dare insult my friends!" Hermione hissed, interrupting him. Her eyes shot open and she turned in her seat so she could stare Malfoy in the eyes. "You and I are together. Yes. We are a couple. As a couple, we will respect one another's friends. I respect your friends and you respect mine. There will be no name calling or snide insults, Draco Malfoy!"

He raised an eyebrow, clearly taken aback by her demand. Then, his face softened once more and returned to his smirk. "Of course, my dear. It is only fair," he replied.

An uncomfortable silence fell over the four students. Hermione stared at Malfoy and he stared back. Had she really just won something? A sense of dread began at the pit of her stomach. No doubt he would make her pay in some way for her little outburst.

He stood up straight and fixed his robes a bit. Then, he held out his hand to her. "Come, my love," he said. "I would very much like to escort you to the Great Hall."

Unable to disobey, she stood and gathered her books. She knew Harry and Ron were staring at her dumbfounded.

"You're really going with this git?" Ron asked in disbelief.

Hermione steeled herself as she turned to her two best friends. There was a pleading in her eyes and tears that still remained to be shed. "Ron, I have asked Draco to respect you. I know you... don't like him, but please, for my sake, show him the same courtesy."

It was both a request and a plea. But, Ron was angry. As far as he was concerned, Hermione was his girl. "I'll show him courtesy when hell freezes over and Death Eaters become angels," he snarled before turning on his heel and storming out of the library.

Hermione's bottom lip quivered as she looked at Harry. He didn't seem angry. No. He seemed disappointed and confused. To her, that was worse than Ron's outburst.

When he spoke, there was a sadness in his voice. "I don't know what's going on between the two of you, Hermione," he said. "But, whatever this is... something has to give. Think about what you're doing. Ron genuinely loves you, always has. What has Malfoy given you in the past six years besides torment?"

She could feel the tears threatening to spill. "Harry, I..."

"I know," he interrupted. "I just want you to think about it. I'm not angry with you. Just... disappointed. You've always been the smart one of the three of us. I never thought you'd do something so... stupid."

"And, how do you know it's stupid, Potter?" Malfoy asked, placing a hand on Hermione's shoulder. "What's happened in the past is just that: in the past. Bury it next to your dog and parents and call it..."

"Draco!" Hermione scolded, turning to glare at him. "Harry's being civil! Don't talk about his family like that!"

Malfoy's eyes narrowed. "I didn't mean it as an insult, darling," he sneered. "I'm merely pointing out that what's in the past should remain there."

"If you think Malfoy is going to be able to remain respectful and polite, I think you're sadly mistaken, Hermione," Harry said with a sigh. "Look at what you're dating. He's a spoiled little rich pureblood kid who was brought up on prejudices and the 'old ways.' His father is a renowned Death Eater whom I'm sure will not be very pleased to learn his only son is dating a Muggle-born."

"Leave my father out of this, Potter," Malfoy snapped. "He already knows and has approved. The only ones standing in our way of happiness are you and Weasley."

Harry looked at Hermione for confirmation of this and she gave a slight nod. At least she knew that to be true. Malfoy had told her he had spoken to his father.

Harry did not say anything for a moment, but merely studied her. Then, "As long as you're happy, Hermione, I'm happy. If this is really what you want..."

"This is really what I want, Harry," she confirmed. "I know it's difficult for you to understand. Even I don't understand all of it."

He nodded. "Then, I'm happy for you," he told her and he genuinely did look happy. "I can't speak for Ron, though. You know how he is. It will probably take him some time to come around, if he ever does. He really, really loves you, Hermione."

She wanted to say how much she loved Ron, too, but could not find her voice. It was better this way, anyway. For the time being, she was stuck with Malfoy. There was no point in saying anything about her own love when there was no way she would ever be able to act upon it.

Malfoy pulled Hermione close to him and wrapped an arm around her waist. "If you are finished giving her the guilt trip, Potter, I believe it is time for dinner. Unlike Weasley, I am actually concerned for her health and welfare, both of which consists of her eating," he said haughtily.

Harry's eyes narrowed but Hermione beat him to it. She did not struggle in Malfoy's grasp: she couldn't. She glanced up at him, meeting his grey eyes. "Ron does care for me, Draco. Unless I am mistaken, that's what Harry is trying to tell me. But, you are right. I'm getting no where in this library, though I've been here all day. I'm starving."

Harry continued to give Malfoy the evil eye as Hermione guided both boys out of the library and into the hall. She hated this whole thing. She was lying to Harry and hurting Ron. And worse, it seemed that Malfoy was enjoying every moment of it.

"Don't forget, love, we still have detention tonight," Malfoy pointed out as they stepped into the Great Hall.

She had to stop herself from groaning her protest. Malfoy kissed her on the forehead and let go of her, making his way to his fellow Slytherins. She glared at his back.

"If I didn't know better, I'd think you still didn't like Malfoy," Harry pointed out as they made their way to the Gryffindor table. Ron was unsurprisingly absent.

Hermione shook her head as she took a seat between him and Ginny. "He does still frustrate me. I can't believe he'd flaunt our relationship so blatantly like that!" she growled as she filled her plate with everything within reach.

Ginny's eyes widened. "You're dating Malfoy?!" she exclaimed, aghast.

Unfortunately, both Lavender and Parvarti heard her. "Mother of Merlin!" Parvarti cried. "Hermione's dating Malfoy!"

She had made the statement so loud that the reaction from the Gryffindor table and the other tables was immediate. Everyone grew quiet and stared between Hermione and Malfoy.

Hermione had never been more embarrassed in her life. She felt her face grow hot and she buried it in her hands. Just as quickly as the room had grown quiet, everyone burst into talking at once. Everyone except those at the Gryffindor table who surrounded Hermione.

"Hermione's not daft, Parvarti," Seamus argued. "She wouldn't stoop low enough to date such a git."

Hermione knew they were staring at her, waiting for either confirmation or denial. She knew she couldn't deny it. If she did, Malfoy would simply order her to do just the opposite. For whatever reason, he wanted people to believe they were dating. He wanted to flaunt it.

She glanced at Ginny who had a mixture of pity and horror etched on her face. Tears stung Hermione's eyes, but she refused to let them fall. That was all the confirmation Ginny needed.

"Why don't all of you just leave her alone?" the red-head asked. "She doesn't need your approval or disapproval. She's her own person and she can date whomever she wants."

The younger girl put a protective arm around Hermione's shoulder and glared at the others at the table, daring them to rebuke her. Hermione was glad to have both Ginny and Harry's support with this. She just hoped and prayed Ron would come around.

Without him, this would become much, much more difficult.

(II) (II)

"That wasn't exactly how I intended to let everyone find out, but..."

Malfoy smirked as he held Hermione's hand, leading her into the dungeons and their detention with Snape. "I suppose it all worked out for the best."

"You're a right prat, Draco," she hissed. "I can't believe you would flaunt this... this... whatever this is in front of Harry and Ron!"

He raised an eyebrow. "You're surprised?" he asked, his own shock evident. "Why, Hermione, one of the whole purposes of this tryst was to dangle you in front of them. Especially Weasley. Just another thing that I have that they cannot touch."

"I'm not a thing," she growled. "Nor am I some prize to be won."

He laughed. "I will admit, you are not a 'thing.' But, you are a prize, my dear. Right now I am the most envied boy in school. I'm dating the one girl that no other boy has been able to date. The cute little bookworm who trails Harry Potter is now on my arm. Most of the boys in Hogwarts would kill to be in my shoes."

"You're lying," she snapped. "The boys in this school couldn't give a flying puff about me."

He stopped in the middle of the hall and pulled her into an embrace. He pressed his hardened member against her stomach and kissed her. He looked into her eyes. "That is where you are wrong, my love," he told her, his warm breath teasing her bottom lip. "You'd be surprised how many guys have noticed you over the years. Especially since the Yule Ball. You clean up quite prettily. You are even wanted by a few older men."

Her eyes widened. Could he be telling the truth? No. It was impossible. She was a bookworm, a nerd. "If these guys really liked me, why hasn't anyone stepped forward and asked me out?"

He raised an eyebrow. "Would you have accepted?" he inquired. "Besides, even if you would have, most guys in this school assumed you were dating either Potter or Weasley, or maybe Krum. For whatever reason, no one has had the guts to actually ask you."

"How did you know I wasn't dating any of them?" she asked, raising her own eyebrow while trying to move away from him slightly without him noticing.

He noticed. He pressed himself more firmly against her and gave her a cocky smile. "I know you, Hermione," he whispered, kissing her forehead. "You may not agree, but, in many ways, you and I are a lot alike. You wouldn't date Weasley, because he couldn't afford all the pretty things you like. You probably think of little orphan Potter as a brother, so you wouldn't date him. And Krum is always traveling and lives in Bulgaria. You have no interest in long distance relationships."

"You're a right, foul git," she hissed, giving up on moving away. The more she tried to fight him, the more firmly he stood his position.

He kissed the corner of her mouth. "But, I'm right," he whispered and she could feel, rather than see, his smile.

"As amusing as it is to watch the two of you, I have important things to do tonight," interrupted the cool, smooth baritone of Professor Snape.

Both teenagers looked up to see their professor standing in front of them. Hermione blushed, but Malfoy just smirked. "Of course, Professor," he said silkily. "We apologize. You know how it can be to have a beautiful woman in your arms..."

Snape raised an eyebrow, but did not respond. Whether he had ever held a beautiful woman in his arms, Hermione did not know. She assumed he had to have had at least someone though, for he did not argue Malfoy's claim.

He led the teenagers into the classroom. "Last night, the two of you did not get anything done," he started.

"Actually, Professor, I think that all depends on your definition of 'getting anything done,'" Malfoy argued.

Hermione looked at him, shocked. She had never heard anyone speak to a teacher in such a way. Surely he would get in trouble!

But, to her continued surprise, Snape just gave the boy a knowing smirk. "That is not what I meant, Mr. Malfoy," he said. "Though, now that you mention it, you did do everything correctly?"

Malfoy waved a hand lazily to indicate Hermione. "She's attached to my arm unless I tell her otherwise, sir," he said. "Of course I did everything correctly. My father and I had rehearsed that spell numerous times to make sure I had it right."

Hermione was struck dumb. Professor Snape knew! "Bu.. but... But, you're a teacher!" she accused, a mixture of confusion and revulsion in her voice.

Professor Snape tilted his head to the side ever so slightly and studied her. "And you have been the object of Draco's every waking moment since your fourth year, Miss Granger," he shot back, calmly. "Honestly? You've been the object of many people's moments since your fourth year..."

It took her a moment to understand his underlying meaning, but a moment was all that was needed. Malfoy wrapped his arms around her and whispered in her ear, "What do you say, Hermione? Care for a menage a trois?"

She couldn't move, her body was riveted to the spot by Malfoy as Snape approached them both. "Were you not of age, trust me, Miss Granger, I never would have agreed to it," he said as he cupped her jaw with his hand.

"But, Dumbledore..."

"Dumbledore will never know," Malfoy pointed out, ending any idea she might have of alerting the headmaster. "There really is no point in getting the old man involved. You enjoy it when I touch you, and I assure you, you will love the professor as well. He's very well adept and... equipped."

Malfoy was giving Snape permission! I am the only man who can touch you unless I give another permission to do so.

Malfoy slid behind her, to hold her steady for Snape's perusal. Snape brushed his lips over hers, barely touching. She could feel the cold fist of dread settle in her stomach. It boiled there until it became hot and she wanted to scream her annoyed frustration. She would not enjoy it!

But Draco felt so good there, behind her. His hands brushed along her sides, teasing and lightly tickling her. And Snape felt good too, as he pressed his lips more firmly against hers and began to deepen the kiss.

Her brain began to turn to mush as she tried to decide which man she wanted to hold on to. She didn't know whether she should grasp Snape's shoulders or hold on to Draco's arms. So, she ended up doing half and half. One hand rested on Snape's shoulder, while the other grabbed Draco's lower arm. A soft moan escaped her lips when both men pressed their hardened lengths against her.

Draco chuckled. The arm that her hand held, he rested on her hip. He used his free hand to push back her curly locks as he bent his head to run his tongue along her neck. He then kissed the sensitive point where her shoulder met her neck.

Snape's hand rested on her other hip as he slipped his tongue into her mouth and tasted her sweet essence. It had been many years since he had the pleasure of a woman's company. He was eager to taste one again. He knew the Malfoy's loathed sharing, but Draco was still quite young and impressionable. The threat of Dumbledore learning of Draco's forceful venture with the girl had been enough to secure this evening for Severus. The man wasn't foolish enough to believe that Draco would continue this allowance, so he planned to take as much as he could get tonight.

Snape broke the kiss and looked down lustfully at the teenagers. "My chambers," he managed hoarsely. "We will have more privacy there."

Draco broke his own kiss as he and the professor began to lead the confused girl into the professor's private chambers.

It wasn't until she saw the emerald green carpet and dark leather furniture that she realized where they had gone. Snape's words were suddenly branded into her mind with as much force as a hot rod against a hippogriff's hide. She flinched and tried to move away.

Draco held on to her tightly. "What's wrong, my love?" he rasped into her ear.

What's wrong?! she wanted to demand. "We... we..."

"I know," he whispered, purposely misinterpreting her stutters. "We are still clothed. Don't worry, dear. That situation can easily be rectified."

Severus gave a half smile as he removed his outer robed. He didn't want to scare the girl too much too quickly, but it was stifling hot in a room filled with lust and need.

Draco removed his own robes and pulled Hermione's robes off of her. He threw both on a leather armchair. "Don't worry, my dear," he said, bringing her comfort. "It'll be fun. You'll see."

A thought popped into her head at that. "I'm not allowed contraceptive," she pointed out, looking from Snape to Draco. "While I'm sure it wouldn't matter if I had your child, Draco, I highly doubt a child with Professor Snape would go unnoticed."

Both men laughed at this. "Honestly, Hermione," Draco said, wiping a tear from his eye. "Did you learn anything from your time in the library today? All that research you did on a countercurse for this spell, did you even bother to look at all the implications involved with the spell?"

Snape raised an eyebrow at this. "A countercurse? A countercurse can only be spoken by a girl's parents," he said, looking at Hermione as though she should have known this. "And then, only if the coupling isn't a good match. Miss Granger, you won't find any books with a countercurse in it, for the countercurse is something passed on from one generation of purebloods to the next. And, even if by chance you did find the countercurse, it would be completely useless. Only your parents could speak it and both of your parents are Muggles."

Draco undid Hermione's tie and began to unbutton her shirt. As he worked on her clothes, he spoke, "The spell prevents unwanted pregnancies from those not tied to the spell. It keeps me from getting another girl pregnant and you getting pregnant by another guy. I assure you, if a pregnancy does occur, the child will be mine and it will be from you."

"It's the only way to ensure the continuation of the bloodline," Snape added while he worked on his own clothes.

She was starting to get angry now. She felt as though they were mocking her. And worse, it seemed there was no way out of her predicament. She was stuck with Draco. Stuck obeying his every command. Then, she realized that Draco had let something slip. tied to the spell. Did that mean...

She turned to Snape. "Are you planning on enjoying both of us, or just me?" she asked.

Her question had taken both men aback. "I beg your pardon?" Snape asked, his eyebrows furrowed.

Her smile turned smug and she looked at Draco. "If I am to be pleasured by Professor Snape, then you are to show him the same courtesy," she told Draco. "You are to pleasure him in the same manner that he pleasures me."

Draco's face drained of colour and at that moment, she knew. She could control him as much as he controlled her.

She took a step away from both men and finished unclothing herself. She then walked to Snape's four poster bed and crawled into it. She sat right in the middle and gave them both a pleasant and seductive smile. "Well?"

Neither man moved.

(III) (III)

Draco was frozen to the spot. He had felt the order and knew he would have to obey it. Fuck! She had figured it out.

He tried to go back and think about how she could have known, but he came up empty. He hadn't said anything! And, it was obvious she hadn't read about it.

Like many Slytherin boys, Draco had experimented with the same sex, but found no pleasure in it. He just wasn't into males. But, if Snape decided to have sex with Hermione, or do anything with her, Draco had to do the same to him. Whatever it was.

He glanced at Snape and saw the same surprised expression on his face. Did the little chit actually think they would do anything together?

His eyes fell upon her naked body relaxing in the middle of Snape's bed. His bed was a large four poster king-sized bed with emerald and silver satin sheets and a quilted comforter that had the Slytherin crest etched in the middle of it. Sheer silver drapes hung from the dark wooden rods.

The warm light from the fireplace and few candles gave Hermione's skin a tanned, smooth look. Then, Draco realized he had never seen her naked before. Sure they had fucked several times within the past two days. But she had always worn clothes.

She looked like a goddess. Her chocolate curls cascaded passed her shoulders, the tips just barely brushing her elbows. Her perky breasts rose and fell with each breath she took, the nipples were a dark hue and slightly smaller than a Knut. Her stomach was flat and held no trace of fat, but you couldn't see her ribs either. The curls of her bush were dark and in the shape of a triangle pointing downward. One smooth leg was bent at the knee while the other rested with the toes pointed outward.

He had only been taunting her when he mentioned her being in Slytherin House. But, at that moment, he knew his words to be true. Not only had she managed to figure out the spell, but she had twisted it against him so he would bow to her wish.

He thought about bluffing her, but he knew it wouldn't work. His moment of dumbfounded shock had been enough to prove to her that the spell affected him just as much as her. Besides, to call her bluff, Snape would have to do something. And if Snape did something, Draco would have to do something to him.

Draco had no desire to go anywhere near Snape's private parts. And, apparently, Snape felt the same way.

It was Snape who spoke first. "Come now, Miss Granger. Surely you cannot be serious," he chided silkily. "If Mr. Malfoy were to do as you ask..."

"I didn't ask, Professor," she pointed out. "I told him."

"You are going under the assumption that I would want him to touch me or have sex with me. I assure you..."

"Then, what fun is it?" she interrupted again, her eyebrows furrowed.

Draco smirked. "Darling, if I touch Snape, that takes away from your pleasure. Tonight is all about pleasuring you."

"Well, this is part of my pleasure," she told him. "I've never seen two men kiss or anything. From what I've heard, it's a very erotic thing to watch, therefore very pleasurable."

He knew she was lying. She didn't want to have sex at all. He knew this. Every time he had taken her, he had felt her hesitance, her desire to stop. She thought that if she tried to force the two men to have sex, nothing would happen.

He met Snape's gaze and gave a slight smile. Snape received the message and returned with a slight smile of his own. Then, Snape turned to Hermione.

"You are a very beautiful woman, Miss Granger," he complimented.

Hermione gave him a tight-lipped smile. "Thank you, Professor. It is not often that you give compliments to us Gryffindors, so I'll cherish it," she replied.

Snape inclined his head. "I think, for this evening, I shall watch the two of you," he continued. "As much as I would love a menage a trois, I do not believe my body can handle one at the moment. It's been many years since I've taken a woman and even more since I've taken a man. I do have classes to teach come Monday morning and I do not fancy walking into breakfast tomorrow bowlegged and limp."

Draco smiled as he began undressing himself. He kept his eyes on Hermione and was pleased to see her face pale.

"But, sir," she argued, obviously trying to keep her voice even, "it would be so rude of us to have sex in front of you and you not join us."

Snape raised an eyebrow. "Not necessarily. I have often watched couples have sex," he told her. "While they pleasure each other, I pleasure myself. It is quite... erotic."

Draco's smile widened as the look of fear lurked in Hermione's eyes. He kicked off his boxers, his final piece of clothing, and joined her in the bed. Thankfully she did not try to run, though he could tell she wanted to. Her skin quivered under his light touch as he ran a hand up her arm.

"You are beautiful," he whispered as he kissed her softly on the lips.

He heard Snape sit in one of the leather chairs. There was something extremely erotic in being watched. It was a new experience for Draco. Sure, he had watched others have sex, but he had never been the one to be watched.

He took his time with Hermione. In the privacy of Snape's room, they did not have to worry about someone walking in on them. Being in Snape's bed, they did not have to worry about paper cuts, hard wood, or splinters. They could just touch each other and truly enjoy one another's body.

As he deepened the kiss, Draco let his hand trail to one of her pert breasts and gently teased her nipple. He wanted to taste every bit of her and he intended to.

He broke their kiss and whispered hoarsely against her lips, "I want you to let me know when I do something you like, love. Moan, talk, say my name, pull at the bed sheets, pull at my hair, whatever. Just... let me know. Your responses will guide me to bringing you the ultimate pleasure."

Her soft doe eyes were wide and frightened. He kissed her lips and continued in a soft, seductive voice, "I'm not going to hurt you, I promise."

He trailed kisses along her neck and down to her breasts. His kisses were long and sensual, each kiss accented with a lick and soft nip. When he reached her breasts, he gave one nipple a wet lave with his tongue and then sucked on it. As he sucked, he teased the tip of the nipple with the tip of his tongue.

He used one arm to prop himself up. His other hand ran along her body, stopping at the triangle of soft curls. He slipped a finger between her folds and found her already moist for him. For the first time, he did not throw this fact in her face. Instead, he played with her clit, causing more moisture to develop down below.

His lips continued their seductive attack on her breasts while his fingers worked on her clit. She moaned softly and he felt her fingers tangle themselves in his hair. It felt wonderful to finally have her respond positively to his ministrations.

He slipped his knee between her legs and pulled his fingers away from her internal heat. He trailed kissed back up her neck and pressed his hardened cock at her entrance. He knew it was still relatively soon, but he had never been known as a patient or selfless person. His body needed her and his greed could not deny him.

She gave no objections as he tasted her lips and licked her tongue. The head of his cock teased her folds. He reached down and adjusted himself so the head of his cock was pressed against her entrance. He did not wait for permission before he slid himself home.

Regardless of how many times he had fucked her, she was still incredibly tight. He knew she was probably still sore, too, for she had been a virgin yesterday. But, that didn't matter. She was no longer a virgin. She was his. His beautiful lover whom he would have sex with as many times as he wanted to.

He began to thrust inside of her and they both moaned with pleasure. He stopped himself from grinning against her lips. She was finally enjoying herself with him. It was a good sign.

His thrusts were slow, hard, and deep. He wanted to feel every bit of her that he could. He knew their chances of being able to experience sex this way were limited. He couldn't go to Gryffindor Tower and she couldn't go to Slytherin. It wouldn't probably be until Christmas that they would even be able to get into a bed again. He had already decided she was going home with him.

His selfishness couldn't allow him to be slow for long. His need sped him up, making the thrusts slightly more shallow, but still pretty deep. He kissed her lips.

"Open your eyes," he whispered to her.

Her chocolate orbs stared into his silver ones. Pure lust swirled within the depths of her eyes. Her lips were parted and she was panting. Her hands had found their way to his back, where they were holding onto him as though he were the only one who can keep her from falling.

"I... want you... to look at... me as I... send you... over the... edge," he panted, his thrusts breaking his speech, though she understood him perfectly.

Sweat beading across her forehead as she moaned. "Draco," she whispered, clutching him.

Her head fell back as her back arched, bringing her body closer to him. She met his thrusts with her own. Her eyes never left his as she rose and fell with each thrust.

His pace quickened even more and neither even bothered to speak. Their voices turned into short puffs of "Oh, oh." Draco could no longer think as his body concentrated on his and her movements. She felt good and tight and slick. Every nerve ending of his was sparked by the pleasure of their thrusts.

He could feel her walls contracting and he knew her climax was close. He did not wish to finish before her, so he kept at his pace, knowing she would boil over soon. As if hearing his thoughts, she screamed, "Draco!" and her walls clenched around his cock.

The feel of her becoming even more tight was enough to send him over the edge as well. He gave one final thrust and shot his seed deep into her body. As they both slowly climbed down from their high, they heard another voice reach their climax. Hermione flinched, but Draco just lay there.

He slipped his hands around her waist and rolled off of her, bringing her with him. He did not pull out of her, but stayed suspended in the afterglow of the best sex he had ever had. He held her close and she did not fight him or pull away. Looking down, he met her amber eyes before they finally closed into sleep.

He turned his head slightly to see Professor Snape getting up from his armchair. There was no trace of his cum anywhere and Draco assumed he must of scourged himself.

Silver eyes met black briefly before Draco allowed himself to fall into a deep slumber.