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A Dragon's Feast

by spiffytiffi
 
 

Chapter 6
 

At the Griffindor Tower, Harry Potter and Ronald Weasly were talking quietly in their dorm
room. It was late so they tried to keep their voices down so that they would not wake up their
roommates.

"What do you think is really wrong with Hermione?" Ron asked lowly, bending his head
lower to Harry so he could hear better.

Harry shook his head, running his hand through his messy black hair. "I have absolutely no idea.
I wish she could tell us what was wrong......"

Ron clenched his fists. He was angry. Angry that Hermione was troubled. Angry that she
wouldn't tell them.

Harry could sense that, so he quickly reminded him, "But remember what Professor Dumbledore
said Ron, okay? Whatever it is, Hermione will tell us when she's ready."

Ron relaxed, slumping his shoulders back. "Yeah, you're right Harry." He attempted a small
smirk. "Guess we'll actually have to pay attention in class tomorrow, eh? So we can tell Hermione
what she missed."

Harry broke out into a tired grin. "Bugger that. We better sleep now then."

A few minutes later, the only noise in the room was the rustling of sheets. They fell asleep
almost immediately. It had been a long day.

*Flashback//////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////*

"Hermione?! HERMIONE!! Harry! What's wrong with her?!"

"Hermione!! I don't - please! Ma'am, it's Hermione, she's -!"

"Help her! She needs to see Madam Pomfrey! She's out cold - oh gods, she's barely breathing!
Please help her!"

They managed to carry her to the infirmary, putting her on the closest bed. Ron ran to inform
Madam Pomfrey while Harry quickly pulled the sheets over Hermione's prone body. She was
deathly pale and cold.

"What IS it, Mr. Weasly? This is an infirmary, not a cir - Ms. Granger?!" She dropped her
folder of papers, the pages fluttering to the ground.

She quickly pulled out her wand and pointed it to Hermione. A sickly pale green glow started
to surround the girl, but it suddenly disappeared and a normal golden aura glowed strong around
her. Pomfrey blinked, uncertain she had even see the green glow.

She walked over to Hermione and placed a hand on her clammy forehead. She must have just
remembered that the boys were still there, because she suddenly turned and said sternly, "What,
are you boys still here? Best you leave - this is an infirmary after all. No, don't look at me like
that, Mr. Weasly! I assure you your friend is in good hands! Now, shoo!"

She dismissed them with a wave of her hand and turned back to the girl. It seemed as if she
had only fainted, but Pomfrey was still suspicious at that fleeting green light. She turned to her
office and beckoned to the nurse inside.

"Nurse Bineslow? Please look after Ms. Granger here, won't you? I need to research
something immediately. No, I won't be long."

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Harry and Ron stood defiantly outside the Infirmary Doors, waiting for any sort of sign when
the Headmaster walked up behind them.

"Now, why are two strapping young men wasting away a beautiful day by standing in front
of the Infirmary Doors?" he asked amicably, clapping them both on the shoulders. They
jumped and spun around.

"Professor, it's Hermione she's -"

"In the library, she just screamed and fell -"

Dumbledore held up his hand, motioning for them to stay silent a moment. His usually
cheerful face because tired and somber; his eyes lost their mischievous twinkle. Quietly,
he asked them, "Perhaps it would be wise to discuss this in a more private place?"

They walked up to the opening of Dumbledore's office. He stated the password to the
stone gargoyle ("Rainbow Liquorice!") and led the boys up the stairs.

Seating himself in his chair behind the desk, he waited for them to pull up a seat across
from him. Finally, after a moment of silence, he spoke.

"Now boys, I don't really know what has been going on lately, but I am correct in guessing
that Ms. Granger is not faring well these days?"

Not knowing what to say, they merely nodded.

Dumbledore regarded them gravely, calculating what he should say to them. "I understand
your concern, but I must give you a difficult request. I wish for both of you to restrain yourselves
from asking too many questions of Ms. Granger. She is going through hard times now, but she
strikes me as the sort of person who wishes to tackle her problems on her own. She will tell
you in time, I'm sure of it. I ask that for now, you be her friends and support her in every means
necessary." He looked them squarely in the eye.

"She needs you now more than ever."

With that, he kindly dismissed them. He waited until they had left before he allowed himself
to heave a sigh. He massaged his temples with one hand.

"Severus."

He emerged from behind a screen. "Yes, Headmaster?"

"Do we really have no solid evidence whatsoever?"

Snape nodded grimly. "It appears so."

"Then we have no choice then, do we? "

"Rest assured, I will not fail you Headmaster."

Dumbledore reclined in his chair and turned to face Snape. "It is not me who you'll be failing,
Severus. It's Hermione Granger. And," he said pointedly, "Draco Malfoy. He is under your
care Professor. I hope you know what you're doing."

Snape stiffly bowed his head as acknowledgment and walked out of the office, his robe
billowing.

*End flashback ///////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////*

The next day, Hermione watched the 7^th year class of Caring for Magical Creatures
from her window in the Infirmary. She smiled slightly when she saw Harry and Ron running
frantically away from a skrewt.

"Run you fool, RUN!"

She could hear Ron's shrill voice even from where she was. She stifled a chuckle. She was
too distracted seeing her friends run around like maniacs and shrieking to notice that a certain
blonde was eyeing her.

Draco looked up at her impassively, studying the bemused expression on her face. He
narrowed his eyes. He hated when her attention was aimed at them. He frowned. And
didn't he tell her to avoid those two?

He hexed a small rock and sent it flying at her window. It hit the window hard enough
to cause it to vibrate, making her jump back in shock. She looked around and locked her
gaze on his gray eyes. He sneered, satisfied her focus was now on him.

Her warm brown eyes instantly turned cold as she narrowed her eyes in ill-disguised hate.
But then, the look in her eye changed slightly. It looked vaguely like triumph.

But that couldn't be it. Could it? He cocked his head slightly, uncertain of the change that
went over her. To his surprise, her lips curled into a cold smirk before she viciously pulled
the drapes back.

He blinked. That was certainly unexpected. What confused him the most, though, was how
closely her smirk mirrored the ones he usually dons. He shoved the thoughts out of his head,
as it was his turn to handle the lethal creatures.

He must have imagined it.

*******************************************************************

Not usually the gloating type, Hermione nevertheless allowed herself to add a little skip to
her step. She had just successfully talked her way out of spending the rest of the day in the
Infirmary, on the strict instruction to return to Griffindor Tower.

She was not particularly hungry (which was becoming an increasingly frequent feeling) and
was prepared to take a nap before confronting her tormentor. She needed to be at full
strength, after all.

Unfortunately, she spotted Draco walking out of the Great Hall and turning towards his
own Tower. She had actually wanted to announce her triumph with a little more planning
and fanfare, but she figured now was better than never. At least she didn't have to go
and seek him out now.

The Slytherin Tower was in the opposite direction of Griffindor's, so Hermione was prepared
when he started to make his way in her direction. He must have been deep in thought because
he didn't even notice her striding over to him.

Never slowing down her pace, she brushed past him and murmured icily, "I know a way
around your sick, twisted spell Malfoy. You touch me again and I won't hesitate to kill you."

With that, she continued walking, not even looking back. Draco stopped in his tracks and
turned to look back at her. He saw nothing but her radiant curly head disappearing down
the hall. He frowned in concentration. What did she mean? Had she done the impossible -
had she found a way to reverse an irreversible curse?

He turned and resumed walking to his respective Tower. Mulling over her words, he couldn't
help but smirk. That had sounded like a challenge, and a Malfoy has never been one to turn
one down.

Ah, his intelligent prey; she was certainly one to make things interesting. Well, he was game.

<Bring it on, Granger. >

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Even though she knew she had every right to say what she had said, she still trembled with
excitement at her audacity. Had she really said that?

She quickly banished those thought and began reading her book again. She had already
made up the homework assigned that day, and was busy memorizing spells in her new
book, _Destructive Forces_, in case she ever needed them. She refused to be a victim
any longer. She was in control now.

She had found a way to protect herself, but not a reversal of the spell in the dragon. No,
that curse was permanent, much to her dismay. Not being able to hurt Malfoy directly was
also a huge blow to her - she would never be able to hex him again. A true tragedy.

However. She couldn't direct any spells at him, but she was fully capable of aiming them
near him. For example, the "Rictohavan" spell. Massive vibrations are emitted from the
wand and when contacted with say, a wall or a ceiling, the structure will automatically
crumble and be destroyed. So technically, the spell was not meant for Malfoy, but whatever
the pieces of rubble did afterwards were entirely gravity's fault. Or she could blast away at
the floor below him, creating a hole, and have him drop an entire story. That would be sweet.

Another positive factor was that she could still do defensive spells. Offensives were out
of the question, but spells that created shields and intangibility were completely acceptable.
She was confident that armed with these two weapons, she would never have to submit to
Draco Malfoy ever again. She was disgusted she never even thought of this sooner.

<I still have to be on guard my though, > she thought wearily, flipping the page. <It would
be silly of me to just assume I'm now invincible and attack him. He knows way too many
Dark Arts spells and curses. He still has a chance of defeating me. All I have is the element
of surprise..........I just hope that's enough to get away. >

With these deciding thoughts, she drifted asleep in her bed, clutching her book.

**********************************************************

Hermione woke up with a start. She wiped the sleep from her eyes and peered out the
window, waiting for her eyes to focus. It was nightfall, from the looks of it. She glanced
at the grandfather clock in her private room. It was 7:30 at night - everybody should be
in
the middle of eating.

She thought for a moment. Dare she venture out? She hadn't had a bath in a couple of
days and felt extremely dirty. Especially from Malfoy's -

It was decided. She was taking a bath.

She was pretty sure he would be eating dinner with his fellow Slytherins, so she didn't
need to worry about running into him.

<Not that I'm not prepared. > She reminded herself.

Besides, no one knew where the Head Girl's Bathroom was anyway, and even if they
did, they wouldn't know the password. She was safe.

She walked along a hall positively wallpapered with paintings. She waved and greeted
a few that were friendly enough to get to know her. She stopped in front of a sinister
looking painting of the cruelly beautiful enchantress, Morwena. That was probably the
last painting people would have guessed was the opening to the Head Girl's Bathroom.

The dark haired beauty asked, "Password?" in a voice as chilly as the night. Now used
to it, Hermione whispered, "Hellfire and Brimstone."

The painting opened, showing the way to the bathroom. Hermione shook her head at
that gruesome password. Leave it to a Dark Witch to think up such a thing. Although,
it was better than the last password, which was Decaying Corpses.

She entered, breathing a sigh of relief. She loved her bathroom. It was almost bigger
than her large Head room, and was fully furnished. Every possible anemity was available,
and the whole bathroom was made of marble and gold. The ceiling was a dome, giving
the room an even larger sense of space.

She quickly dived into a bubble bath and washed herself thoroughly with a sponge. She
washed her hair in a honey scented shampoo. She hummed with contentment. She could
feel all of her bad thoughts just flaking away.

***************************************************

Walking down the exact hall Hermione was in earlier, Draco whistled with his hands in
his pockets. His tune vibrated around the room, echoing through the hall.

"That's quite a tune there, young Slytherin," a dark, seductive voice called out.

He stopped and looked around, only to find the beautiful Morwena glancing appreciatively
down at him.

"Well well, if it isn't the Goddess of the Night herself," he said amicably, bowing slightly.

"And what is a handsome fellow like you doing alone in a hall like this?" she asked coyly.
"Shouldn't you be with some pretty young thing?"

"Alas, I should be, but I am a man on a mission," he said, with a small grin. "You see, my
lady Morwena, I'm trying to win over a young lady's heart."

"You? Trying? My dear boy, you must be after a blind girl then!"

He chuckled. "Perhaps. But I like a challenge. It seems she wants to kill me," he added
wryly.

"Oh my, well, good luck with her. Once you're done, perhaps you could turn your attention
to _my_ dear lady, hmm? She desperately needs a man," she sighed, flipping her midnight
hair back.

"Oh? She does, does she? I'm not too into the desperate type," he said cautiously, suspecting
something. Why would paintings have ladies unless............

"Exactly the opposite, actually. She REFUSES to be with a man, which is all more reason
to get her one. She needs to loosen up, the poor thing. It is not as if she couldn't get a man
either," she whispered conspiratorially.

"Out of curiosity, who is your dear lady?" He knew he was shooting in the dark, but his gut
instincts told him otherwise.

"Why, the Head Girl of course. Really, all that nonsense about setting up a good example,
it's not good for a budding beauty."

His intuition was right. He gave himself a mental pat-on-the-back. "Well, when you put it
so eloquently, what can a man do?" he said smoothly. "For you, lovely lady, I'd be honored
to put aside my mission for now and take care of your Head Girl. As a personal favor."

"Wonderful," Morwena murmured lowly, her lips curving slyly. "One can always trust the
Dark Side to pull through in times of need. Would you care to have her now?"

"Now?" He wasn't expecting that.

"Yes, she's inside right now." She saw comprehension dawning on his face and chuckled.
"How else would I be associated with the Head Girl if I was not the opening to the Head
Girl Bathroom?"

Draco could feel fire erupting at his loins. Now. He could take her now, unprotected,
unclothed in the bathroom. He slowly broke out into a dark smile. This was brilliant, as
no one would disturb them now, not with Morwena the Enchantress guarding them.

"I take it she's bathing?"

"Oh, of course." She bent down so that she was level with Draco. "Now, whisper the
password in my ear, darling. Hellfire and Brimstone."

He leaned over and murmured seductively, just for her, "Hellfire and Brimstone."

Her painting opened, showing him the way. With a parting smile, he entered, adrenaline
pumping. This was it.

"Enjoy yourself kitten," Morwena whispered wickedly.

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Toweling herself off, she reached for the glass bottle of lotion. She wrapped the large, fluffy
towel around her small form and started smearing the white liquid on her. She thought she
heard a creak, but ignored it.

She shook her head and sent droplets of water flying around the room. She had never had
such a refreshing bath in her entire life. Still, she felt uneasy. The feeling of danger had not
left her, even after she brushed off the thought of someone entering. She nervously clutched
her wand and turned around. The hairs on the back of her neck straightened, tingling.

"Who's there?" she asked, trying to keep the quaver out of her voice. She heard footsteps
and rustling of clothes. The distinctive sound of shoes dropping on marble floor echoed.

"You're in the Head Girl's Bathroom! You're not authorized to be here!" She held out her
wand, ready for anything.

"Oh, but I am," a deep, dangerous voice responded. "You see, your opening let me in
voluntarily. If that's not authorization, I don't know what is."

Oh. Gods.

There was just no way it was him. But then she saw him, standing there with a condescending
smirk on his handsome face. In nothing but the regulation gray pants and the crisp, white
Oxford shirt, fully unbuttoned no less. This was NOT happening.

But it made sense, she realized with a groan. The professors could have placed a more
reliable, less evil portrait to guard her bathroom. But no, they had to find, out of thousands
of paintings, the evil one who totally disregarded the rules and regulations of the school.

"Get out Malfoy," she spat, stiffening.

He looked her up and down, his eyes roaming. She was utterly desirable in nothing but a
blue towel, her hair slightly damp. Just the lightest tug would reveal all she had to offer. He
restrained himself from taking her then and there.

"Dressing up for me? You shouldn't have," he leered.

She bit back a yelp. She quickly put one hand on her towel, to make sure it didn't fall off.
Pointing her wand directly at him, she proclaimed angrily, "I'm not joking! Get out or I'll
make you!"

He merely took out his wand, in that lazy, self-assured manner. "Let's see what you've got."

She gritted her teeth. Her blood was boiling - what was wrong with him?! Why did he
have to pick on her, of all people? She was so frustrated she started to see red.

<You asked for it.......>

"Rictohaven!!" she barked, aiming her wand above him. The vibrations hit a section of the
dome above, crumbling part of the structure. Large pieces of rubble started to fall directly
atop Draco. He looked up with surprise and quickly dashed to the other side of the bathroom.

The debris fell heavily, most certainly crushing him if he were there. The collapse created a
huge dust cloud, blinding them both for the moment.

<Shit!> He had no idea she would be _this_ difficult. He spotted her blue towel and growled.
Apparently, his white and gray clothing were blending in much better than her choice of attire.

Hermione tried not to cough too loud. <Blast!! Where'd he go?!>

She had to admit: that was not her most brilliant move. She held her wand out tightly,
blinking rapidly.

"My my, what would people say if they knew their Head Girl was full of such destruction?"
he drawled. His voice bounced off the walls of the bathroom, disabling Hermione from
pinpointing his location.

She hissed. He was so irritating! She hated everything about him! She forced herself to
breathe - she was becoming irrational. She had to calm down!

"Caldor Appugnare!" A massive wave of heat suddenly hit her. She cried out and shut her
eyes tightly. She didn't even notice it drying up her hair and damp skin.

Quickly, she gripped her wand and yelled, "Crystallus Gustos!" A clear, semi-spherical
shield appeared before her, blocking the waves of heat.

The waves subsided, allowing her locks of hair to fall back down to her shoulders. She
breathed heavily. That spell Malfoy used was very uncomfortable and made it hard for
her to breathe.

She squinted her eyes - the dust seemed to be dissipating. She thought she saw his
silhouette near her left. She turned and pointed her wand in that direction.

Unfortunately, Malfoy was directly in front of her, about five feet away. He saw her turn
to the left and smirked. He looked at her chest, where the towel was wrapped - she must
have forgotten to hold onto the knot at the top, as it was slowly loosening. His eyes
widened with lust.

"Watch out," he whispered, smiling wickedly.

She turned to find him smiling intently at her chest. With a gasp, she felt her knot slipping.
Totally forgetting they were dueling, she quickly grasped her towel.

Taking advantage of her lack of focus, he swiftly strode forward and slapped the hand
holding her wand. She yelped in pain and dropped her wand to the floor. Without slowing
down his momentum, he slammed her into the wall, grabbing both of her wrists. He
pinned her hands to the wall and pressed his body against hers.

Her breath quickened as she started to panic. Oh gods, not again. She could feel his gray
eyes piercing through her body in their intense gaze. She squeezed her eyes shut and turned
away.

"My brilliant little mudblood," he murmured silkily in her ear. She cringed, turning her head
even farther away. "What will you think of next?"

Memories of his brutality flooded back to her. There was no telling what he was willing to
do. A tear fell from her closed eyes as she whispered desperately, "Please.............let me
go......."

She could feel his chest vibrate as he chuckled. "Let you go? Do you really want me to?"

Her eyes shot open. She then realized that the knot on her towel had come completely
undone. If he were to move away, she would be utterly exposed to him.

Damn damn bloody damn.

He saw the panic and indecision in her eyes, and felt a glorius feeling erupting from his
loins like a fire. Gods, he wanted her NOW. He crushed her mouth with a harsh kiss and
squeezed her wrists tightly, leaving bruises. He pressed himself even harder against her,
so close he could feel her heart beat. He loved the way her breasts felt against his bare
chest.

Hermione whimpered in his mouth, making his tongue lash out harder. Like a starving man
eating his first meal in years, he trailed down her neck, sucking and biting without reserve.

Draco Malfoy was NOT a gentle lover.

Hermione gasped for breath and tried to twist out of his grasp. Draco's hands moved to
support the base of her head and her narrow waist, bringing them even closer together. Her
heart skipped a beat as she felt his arousal pressed against her stomach. He slowly slid
down the wall with her, positioning himself between her bent legs. He grabbed the cursed
towel and flung it impatiently across the room.

He stopped kissing her flesh as he raised his head to gaze at her beautiful nude form. His
crotch gave him another pleasurable jolt. He watched, almost mesmerized, at her heaving
breasts. He let out a hiss of breath.

She felt him move away - was his finished? Her heart was beating so hard she could barely
hear anything. The pit of her stomach was tying itself in knots. What was he doing to her?

He pressed his forehead to hers, forcing her to gaze into his eyes. Keeping one hand
cradling the back of her head, he lightly trailed his fingertips down her body. His hand
traveled downward; between the slopes of her breasts, moving across the ridges of
her tattoo, down to her flat stomach.

She took in a sharp intake of air. He had tried this before in the Infirmary. She renewed
her struggle to free herself by twisting and turning.

He forced her still by gripping her neck tighter and pressing her closer to the wall behind
her. Draco bared his teeth in disapproval, allowing a growl to escape his throat. She could
feel his hot breath entering her opened mouth.

"AHH!" she suddenly cried, pushing her chest up against his.

He had plunged one of his fingers into her opening, feeling it's virgin wetness. She started
to breathe harshly as he began to pump his finger slowing in and out of her vagina. He
continued to hold her gaze, never letting her eyes wander.

He caressed her folds with his thumb while shoving his finger even deeper into her opening.
He watched her fall into a spiral vortex of emotion as she breathed raggedly. He increased
her pleasure by adding another finger, shoving them deep until only their knuckles showed.

She moaned as electricity flowed throughout her body. She arched towards him, totally
unaware of who she was or that he was her hated nemesis. All she knew now was the
pleasurable sensations Draco Malfoy was giving to her. If he should stop now...................

Draco grunted as he heard her moan and press herself to him. He had her now; nevermind
she was in a haze of a pleasure she had never experienced before. He pumped his fingers
faster, making her rock even more. She automatically tried to shut her legs together but
since he was between her, she only managed to squeeze him with her legs, which made
him even more aroused at the pressure. They both glistened with sweat.

Malfoy removed his hand, the fingers slick from her love juices. He placed his hand near
her lips, not minding that her juices were dripping down her chest. She looked at his fingers
hypnotically, panting. She was feeling so hot - she could barely breathe.

"Do you want to taste yourself?" he asked huskily, bringing his fingers a little closer.

In the back of her mind, Hermione screamed. She hated when he presented her with his
damn trick questions - his stupid mind games. He was expecting only one answer, why did
he even ask? He would get his way with or without her consent. He merely wanted to hear
her submit to him. Bastard.

However, she found herself whispering, "..........yes."

He pressed his fingers to her lips, making her tongue come to him. He almost lost it as he
felt her tiny tongue lapped up her own juices. He slowly turned his hand so that she could
lick up every last drop.

Hermione shuddered as she tasted herself, a strange emotion passing through her. He
removed his hand, placing it on her flat stomach. He leaned over and kissed her, tasting
her honey. It was the sweetest ambrosia he had ever tasted. He kissed her harder with
an animalistic hunger.

His pants were becoming tighter and tighter, until he couldn't take it anymore. He retracted
from the kiss and stood up, looking down at her vulnerable, naked body pressed against the
wall. His eyes were hooded with lust.

She gasped as Malfoy removed himself from her, suddenly feeling the cold air hit her. She
took a hollow breath - one almost of desperation. She looked up at him in despaired confusion.

He slipped out of his slacks and kneeled back between her legs. He ran his hands up her
legs, starting from her calves, slowly making his way up to the underside of her knees. He
could hear her breath quickening with uncertainty.

Draco suddenly pushed her legs upward, so that her knees were near her ears, pressed up
against the wall. Hermione let out a gasp - she had never, ever, been in a position like this,
with her vagina so impudently exposed. The twinges in the pit of her stomach grew sharper,
ready to explode.

Seeing her in such an erotic pose made him dizzy with desire. He quickly plunged his stiff
shaft into her, breaking her hymen with total disregard. He ignored the blood flowing out
of her, as she was so deliciously tight and wet; he exhaled in a ragged breath, savoring the
moment. This was the moment he took Hermione Granger, the moment she was conquered.

She gave a cry of pain as he penetrated her. He pulled out only to slam in harder, thrusting
himself up to the hilt. His steady rhythm began building faster and harder as he pumped his
member in and out of her wet opening.

Their breathing became more erratic as their dance got wilder and more unrestrained. She
bucked her hips each time he shoved into her. She moaned as the most intense experience
of pleasure washed over her. Her breathing was needy and imploring, rising in pitch at every
thrust.

Nearing climax, he managed to snarl, "You're mine! Say it!"

In between her moans, lost in sensation, she gasped, "I'm yours......"

It was enough to throw him over the edge. He pounded his hips against hers, harder, faster,
and deeper than ever. He slammed into her again. And again. And again.

They reached their orgasm together, finally reaching their climax. His came down upon him
like a wave as he spilled his seed into her, hot and rushing.

She felt his essence enter her and trembled from her huge, first orgasm. Finally spent, he
removed his member from her vagina and lowered himself onto her as she went limp, her
head lolling to one side.

It was the best sex he ever had, he decided, as he lay there, breathing heavily with her
underneath him. He never thought sex with an inexperienced virgin could be so hot and
fulfilling.

They laid there panting on the floor of the Head Bathroom for a while, with sweat dripping
down their skin. He lazily cupped one of her breasts before running his hand down her body.

Hermione's skin tingled as he ran his hand down her side. Her mind may hate him, but her
body would respond to his softest touch now. He brought his hand up to caress her cheek,
turning her head so that she faced him. Her eyes flickered slightly as she looked into his
dark, hooded ones.

"I don't care how many men you'll have after me," he said, his voice deep and raspy with
passion. "You may lay with them, but you'll always be fucking _me_."

Hermione sucked in her breath and clenched her teeth. Even his voice was affecting her
now! She shut her eyes, willing herself to remember the hate she has for him and the utter
disgust she would normally have for such a comment.

With that, he got up and picked up his pants. Once on, he turned back to look at her,
looking utterly satisfied. Buttoning up the cuffs of his sleeve, he smirked. "Goodbye,
Hermione," drawling out her name sensuously.

He walked out, confident she would be under his control from now on - that she now
"loves" him and he can dump her mercilessly, breaking her heart into a million pieces. He
had no worries that she would use her wand against him now. He tucked his robe under
his arm as he walked out from behind the painting, blowing Morwena a kiss.

Hermione laid there for a long time, trying to bring her spirit back down to earth, back
down from the heaven she had just experienced.

And then, she wept. She had just been taken by Draco Malfoy and heaven forbid, for a
moment there, she enjoyed it. She sobbed. She hated him. She hated herself.
 
 
 

Love it? Hate it? Tell me why! Oh, and here, I give you a revised version (curtesy of a genius
review named Miaka).......DA DA DA DAAAAAAAAAAA! A masterpiece!! Today's word
of the day: HOT

The very hot Draco Malfoy struts hotly onto the stage and turns hotly to face his audience. You.

Hotly looking at you intensly with his mega-hot, dangerously sultry eyes, he graces you with his
extremely hot voice.

"I want you to look at me," he says hotly into the microphone with his deep, hot voice. His hot
eyes burn into yours. "I want to be the only thing you ever see."

His hot blonde bangs fall hotly over his hot face. Knowing he has your full attention, he slowly,
hotly, breaks out into his hottest smile, flashing his hot white teeth. Sensuously, he hotly licks
(with that hot tongue of his) his full, hot lips.

"That.............._boy_ you were seeing before?" he asks hotly, raising one of his hot eyebrows.
"I have taken the liberty of killing him ten minutes ago." He chuckles evilly, in that hot way of his.

"I am all the man you'll ever need." To prove his point, he hotly unbuttons the first few hot
buttons of his hot shirt, teasing you with a small glimspe of his buff, hot chest. He gives you
a hot, smoldering look.

This being WAY too much hotness for you to handle in one sitting, you instantly burst into a
hot, euphoric ball of flames.

The Hottest Ending Ever.

Well, I don't know about the rest of you, but _I_ would burst into a ball of hot flames. Gladly.
And HOW! Draco my love, I'll be waiting for you in the afterlife! (Sizzle)

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um, kay, here's the "Answer Log":

Oh, this is for multiple people: One, chapter six is SO not the last chapter, and two, good lord!
I have never even dreamed about making Hermione pregnant! phew! Glad I didn't, cuz it seems
like a lot of people dun like that idea.

Roguesiren: Ooooh, good point! I should've remembered about the blood! It's been added, thanks!

sOmEoNeSpEcIaL: Sorry to disappoint you with Hermione not being in control! I think it's sexier
if Draco took her by force, if only just once. As to why he's not more gentle, we have to remember
love/lust comes in different ways and expressed differently too. I suspect he did not grow up in a
house of love, and being the arrogant twit he is, I doubt he knows how to express his desires gently
and courteously. But that doesn't make his desires any less genuine. At least, that's my opinion.

PigwidgeonChick: Hmm, I don't think `Imperio' counts as hurting, because according to the 4^th
book, it makes the person feel happy/light/untroubled (ppl, correct me if I'm wrong). But I guess it
could if you use the `Imperio' curse to inflict harm on someone.

Hmm, I think that's it for now! Hopefully the next chapter will be out by next week or so.......

Thanks everybody! Peace!
 

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