Wicked Twist

Wicked Twist

Hermione woke slowly to the feel of something moving inside of her. Blinking her eyes, she stared into Draco's face. His eyes were shut tight as he pounded into her.

"Draco," she whispered, causing him to open his eyes and smirk.

He kissed her on the lips. "Good morning, darling," he grunted as he continued his pace.

He was atop her. "Draco," she said, a bit more determined.

"We'll talk after," he whispered. "For now... enjoy."

She groaned in annoyance, but wrapped her legs around him for a better grip. She watched his face as he continued. She hadn't taken the time to really look at him until this moment. His lips were open in a soft "o," though his teeth were clenched tight. He was breathing hard, as well. His cheeks were pink from the exertion and his eyes were closed tightly again.

She didn't like this. "Draco, I want you to look at me as you take me," she said, mimicking his words from the night before.

His gray eyes looked into hers and she was taken aback. She had never seen such unadulterated lust before. Didn't know it could even exist in one person. He smirked and hooked his arms under her knees. He then pulled her legs over his shoulders and dove into her harder. He gave her a hard kiss on the lips.

Without warning, he arched his back up and shouted out his release. She watched him in amazement as he climbed down from the ecstasy. Then, he slumped over her. Like the night before, he wrapped his arms around her and pulled her along with him to lie on his back. His penis remained inside of her.

Her legs were on either side of his hips so that she straddled him, whilst lying atop him.

She heard another groan and remembered that they were in Snape's room. She looked at the chair in shock, but he wasn't there. That was when she realized the groan had come from her other ear.

She turned her head to see Snape lying on the bed with them. His cock was draped, spent, across his leg. He was currently cleaning his own cum off of his bare chest.

It was the first time Hermione had ever seen Snape completely naked. Or, even half naked. In fact, she didn't even recall seeing any part of his bare body last night. Of course, once he agreed to not have sex with her, he had merely sat in his chair with his shirt and trousers still on. Grant it, she knew he had masturbated while she and Draco had sex. She had heard it.

"Enjoying the view, Miss Granger?" his smooth, silky voice asked.

She glanced at his eyes in shock and realized he had been watching her. She started to jump up and move way, but Draco had a firm grip on her. She glanced back down at Draco and he smirked at her. She turned her attention back to Snape. "I thought..."

"You didn't think I would sleep in the chair when there was plenty of room here, did you?" Snape asked, sitting up and leaning against the headboard.

"But..."

Snape smiled. "Don't worry, Miss Granger. I did nothing either last night or this morning. Unless, of course, you count pleasuring myself. And let's face it, you can't expect me to just sit here and do nothing while you and Draco fuck in my bed."

Something in Hermione snapped at that moment. With a strength she did not know she had, she forced herself off of Draco, forcing him to release her. She jumped out of the bed, grabbed her clothes and stormed out of the room.

She heard Draco's steps to catch up to her. He grabbed her arm and whirled her around. "Where the bloody hell do you think you are going?" he growled halfway down the hall.

She glared at him. "That will never happen again!" she yelled.

"Be specific, Granger," he sneered.

"Hermione!" she ranted. "My name is Hermione! Her. Mi. O. Ne! Learn it and use it. I'm stuck with you, I realize that. And I'm not going to find a way out of it. But, I'll be damned if I end up in another bloody bed with one of your fucking croonies! You will not give any one else permission to sleep with me. You will not sleep with anyone besides me. If I'm stuck with you, then you are stuck with me. Every bloody part of me. Get it? Got it? GOOD! Now, get your fucking hand off of my arm, arsehole, before I shrink your package!"

He released her in shock. She turned and stormed away, slamming the door to the dungeons in a deafening snap.

(II) (II)

She wasn't at breakfast. She wasn't at lunch. She didn't even turn up at dinner.

He went to the library, but she wasn't there. He tried asking the Gryffindors, but they seemed more inclined to hex his balls off. He didn't even attempt going to the gamekeeper's hut.

That night, he and Snape expected to see her for the detention, but, for the first time in her life, Hermione was a no-show. "The headmaster will not be happy," Draco said, leaning against one of the student desks.

Snape's eyes narrowed. "The headmaster won't know," he said. "Do you think I'm foolish enough to report her absence to the headmaster? I do that, then he'll ask questions. Questions which I am sure she won't hesitate to answer."

"She's not going to tell him anything," the blond reassured.

"Don't be so sure, Draco," Snape said. "It's part of her nature to inform the ignorant. And, something like this, I do not doubt she would be more than willing to speak of."

Draco shook his head, not entirely buying it. He had been watching Hermione since they were first years. He knew she was more than willing to rat about some things, but he also knew this wasn't one of those things. It was too complicated for her to speak about. Most likely, she'd want to gather all the information possible before she went to anyone.

"We'll see," was all the younger Slytherin had to offer.

(III) (III)

Draco watched the Gryffindor table the next morning, but was not surprised to see no sign of Hermione. He wondered if she intended on skipping her classes today, especially since her first class was Potions with Snape.

BAM!

Draco, and the other Slytherins at the table, was startled and shocked to see Hermione Granger standing in front of him. A book had been slammed in front of him, bits of dust from the book swept over his and other plates.

"Merlin, Granger, watch what you're doing!" complained one of the Slytherin boys, who quickly clamped his mouth shut at the glare she sent him.

She tore the book open to a page, then turned the book around so Draco could see it. "We're engaged!" she growled.

She pointed out a paragraph and recited, "The binding spell is one many wizards of old have used to ensure their betroth's faithfulness. This spell is usually performed after the parents of both people have agreed upon a union of the two families. The spell protects the female from unwanted pregnancies and suitors while keeping the male in check."

She glared at him. "I owled my parents last night. They owled me back saying how they had spoken about it with your father and how thrilled they were that we were going through with this. Grant it, my mother isn't overly happy about it, because she thinks I'm throwing away my chance at a proper education. But my father believes that this will be a perfect union," she informed him. "What did you do, Draco, darling?"

"I had nothing to do with your parents," he told her, truthfully. His shock was still evident as he read over the passage she had pointed out. "I wasn't even aware that your parents had to be involved."

"Liar!" she shouted.

His eyes snapped to hers. He saw her furious stare and shot one back at her. "No, dear," he said, scathingly. "I am not lying. My father didn't mention your parents at all. This is a spell that's been..."

"Passed down from generation to generation of Pureblood heirs," she finished with a sneer. "So, your father didn't tell you that this spell was binding? That we would have to marry? Or that you would have to have my parents permission?"

"No," he growled. "He told me none of this. Where did you find this book?"

"In the library," she spat. "Perhaps you should learn how to research and read before you make any other idiotic decisions! There's no way out of this! The countercurse can only be spoken by the girl's father, who, guess what, has to be a wizard in order to say it. So, whether you like it or not, we are stuck together until death do we part!"

He had never heard the phrase before, but he understood what it meant. They were, essentially, married. And his father knew about this, but had told him nothing.

Draco's eyes narrowed as he looked back at the book. He had no interest in marrying the Mudblood. He had only wanted to fuck around with her for a bit and piss off Potter and Weasley. To marry the girl? What the hell did his father mean by this?

"Hermione, I swear I knew nothing..." he began.

"You know, that could be arranged," said a voice.

Draco turned his head to see Pansy Parkinson staring at Hermione with murder in her eyes. In one quick move, Draco had his wand out and pointed at the Slytherin girl. "You will do nothing!" he snarled. "If I find you harmed her in any way, I swear, Parkinson, it will be the last thing you do!"

"What's this, Draco?" asked Blaise. "Have you fallen for a Mudblood?"

Draco turned his wand onto Blaise, his best friend. "Don't call her that!" he snapped.

"Gentlemen, gentlemen," said the soothing voice of Albus Dumbledore.

Finally! A teacher. But Draco did not lower his wand from the black boy.

"Miss Granger, may I have that book?" Dumbledore asked.

Draco heard Hermione pick the book up and hand it to the headmaster. "If the two of you will follow me?" the headmaster requested.

Draco felt Hermione's hand clutch the sleeve of his robes and felt her tug him towards the doors. Though he kept an eye on the Slytherins, he allowed her to guide him out and into the headmaster's office.

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Author's Note: I just had to do another of these. To understand what's going on, if you don't already know, please check out my other Wicked stories, which can be found on my profile.