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Chapter List
- 1-The Missing Chapter
- 1
Note: This was
written on my boyfriend's request for his 26th birthday - I hope you like it,
honey! :D It's a spin-off of another fic of mine called The Bracelet. There will
be spoilers in here (some general happenings up to around chapter 33) but it
can easily be read on its own and reading this is certainly no requirement for
following The Bracelet, as this never happened in the original fic.
Think of this one-shot as fan fiction based on fan fiction. Ergo, any
revelations made in this one-shot do not hold true for The Bracelet. There's a
very brief backstory here, and the story itself can be found at http://www.fanfiction.net/s/3932315/1/The_Bracelet
and http://www.quietones.org/archive/viewstory.php?sid=2381&index=1.

Summary:Theo seeks Hermione out at the library to try and figure out whether she returns his feelings, and Pansy is on the prowl, looking for someone to help her out. Theomione / Dransy AU/AR, COMPLETE, HJ, Language, M/F, Oneshot, Voy

Backstory: Hermione
Granger took Draco Malfoy up on a bet and she lost, so, for a month, she is his
slave wearing a Bracelet that makes him able to control her by wearing a
matching ring. There is a contract in place to ensure that he does not overstep
certain boundaries. The price he has to pay for this is that he has to feel her
emotions; especially pain and pleasure affect him strongly.

�I knew I�d
find you here.�

Hermione
whirled around, dropping the book she was browsing through.

�Theo!� she
said, feeling like she had been caught doing something she shouldn�t. She was
being silly, she knew. There was nothing wrong with going to the library. It
was what she did, and being Head Girl, she was allowed to be here
after closing time. Yet, she couldn�t help but feel guilty and skittish around
the Head Boy.

Theo had
kissed her. And then she had kissed his best friend. This was never a good
thing.

Granted, she
had been drunk, and Malfoy had been using the information he got from the
bracelet against her to coax her, but it had happened.

�That is
my name,� he drily said. �You�ve been avoiding me.�

�Well,
M-Malfoy told me��

��that you
could stop avoiding me now. Are you afraid of me?� He slowly reached out to tug
one of her curls behind her ear. �I wouldn�t force you
to do anything you don�t want to do,� he quietly added. �So just tell me if my
presence is unwanted and I will go away.�

Hermione
opened her mouth to say something, and then closed it again, when she realized
she didn�t know what to say. She certainly didn�t want him to go away. She liked
Theo. He gave her this warm and slightly tingly feeling deep in her stomach.
His father might be a Death Eater, but she was more than certain that Theo
himself was different. He liked her. He didn�t care about her blood status or
anything like that anymore. He looked at her and all he saw was her.

And he was
actually really, really cute with his dark, boyish curls that often seemed to
get the better of him � Hermione could sympathize with that � and get into his
eyes. It was the only thing about him that wasn�t completely in control, and
hence the thing that Hermione liked the most. But she also really liked his
dark, thoughtful eyes that were carefully shielded behind his thin glasses. The
emotions behind the eyes were mostly well-guarded, but on the occasions when
they shone through, they took her breath away. And she actually seemed to be
one of the few capable of bringing out emotions in him.

The problem
was that even though Malfoy had allowed her to do whatever she wanted around
Theo, because he was feeling guilty for kissing her � the girl Theo was
interested in � she knew that he could still feel what she was doing through
the link of the bracelet and the ring.

He could
feel her every emotion. If she felt tingly, Malfoy would know. If she felt more
than tingly, he would also know. Hence she made an effort not to feel anything
like that. Hermione was nothing less than mortified at the prospect of looking
Malfoy in the eye and knowing that he knew something had happened. It
had been bad enough the last time he had caught her in the act with Theo; she
didn�t need to experience that again.

�You�re not
saying go�� he said in a low voice, stepping closer to her. �Does that mean
stay?�

�He�ll
know,� she almost moaned.

�So?� Theo
asked. �He knows the cure for that.�

It was no
secret that Theo had been trying to get Malfoy to take the bracelet off
Hermione for weeks now. Unfortunately, Malfoy redefined the word stubborn.

�Maybe he
won�t mind as much as I do,� Hermione whispered.

�Maybe,�
Theo conceded. �But why would you mind? Anything that happens between us would
be nothing to be ashamed of. Maybe it would even teach him a thing or two about
what is more worthy than revenge.�

�But he�d know,�
she insisted. �Doesn�t that bother you?�

He allowed
his hand to caress her jaw-line as he looked down on her. �No,� he murmured.
�Why would I mind anyone knowing that I can make a beautiful girl feel good?�

She blushed.
�You don�t need to flatter me,� she muttered. �I�m perfectly aware that I�m
not��

�I�m not
flattering you,� he curtly interrupted her. �Why do you think we all want you?�

She took a
step back from him, bumping her back against a bookcase, and crossing her arms
across her chest. �First of all, don�t say it like that. It�s really only you
and Ron, who are the least bit interested, and Ron has
been my friend forever. Second of all, I�m not blind. There are girls much
prettier than me here at Hogwarts.�

He watched
her for a moment before replying. �There are much more vain girls, to be sure,�
he then said. �And girls who use many more� enhancers� to bring their looks to
another level. Your beauty is not just in your hair or your cheekbones,
Hermione; it�s in your entire being. It�s you.�

She stared
at him. He was good. He was really good. That vague tingly feeling was now a
fluttering that had spread to her chest, where her heart was pounding fast and
hard in order to keep up with the blush that was spreading across her neck and
face.

�Why would I
lie?� he earnestly asked her. �I could just not have said anything. You
honestly don�t think that I make it my business to shower girls with empty
flattery, do you? I can assure you that I�ve never felt it to be worth my time
to do that.�

The way he
looked at her, his dark eyes earnest and somehow vulnerable� it was doing
strange things to Hermione�s insides. To her outsides as
well. She was getting gooseflesh, and she had to raise her arms to hug
herself protectively across her chest to keep him from noticing another side
effect of that.

�Hermione?�
he asked. �Do you want me to go away?�

Before she
even thought about what she was doing, she shook her head. �No. I want you
to stay.�

�Oi, Blaise!
Your turn!� Draco said, kicking his friend under the
table and returning to his essay, while waiting for Blaise to take his turn at
the game of wizard chess. They didn�t really play often, but Draco found that
he needed the game to distract himself from the fact that he very vividly felt
how well Theo�s seeking out Granger was going. He didn�t like it. He hated it.
He shouldn�t have promised Theo that he wouldn�t interfere or summon her during
this little interlude. She was no good for Theo, and his friend would get
burned if he didn�t realize that soon. She kept kissing people, for crying out
loud!

Blaise
scowled at him. �This game is boring.�

�Yeah? You�re only saying that because you�re losing.� Draco
smirked. Blaise had never been any good at wizard chess, which was, of course,
why it had been Draco�s game of choice.

�Well, of
course. If I had been winning, the game would have been fun, wouldn�t
it?� Blaise replied, prodding one of his pieces with a sigh.

�Be a good
sport,� Draco said, grinning, as another one of Blaise�s pieces received a
beating.

�I�m fairly
sure all the good sports were sorted into Hufflepuff,� Blaise muttered,
scowling even harder.

�So� what?� Draco asked with a grin. �You�re
telling me that you�re whinier than a first year Hufflepuff girl? Think you
missed your calling?�

Blaise
momentarily gaped. Then he got a rather smug look. �Pansy!� he yelled out.
�Come finish this game for me, will you?�

Draco�s eyes
widened and a look of complete and utter panic crossed his features. �What are
you doing?� he hissed. �I just broke up with her.�

�Hmm, maybe
I really am a Slytherin deep down, then,� Blaise said and left, whistling a
cheery tune.

Pansy
sashayed over to the game he had left behind and casually poked a piece before taking
the seat he had vacated.

�Hello,
Draco,� she said in a steady, confident voice.

He nervously
glanced at her. Not a single of her long blonde hairs were out of place, and
she was wearing her usual subtle make-up and jewelry that did all the right things
for her pretty heart-shaped face and blue eyes.

�Hello,� he
mumbled, taking his turn.

�Don�t you
want to know where I�ve been?� she asked, casually flicking a finger at another
piece. It was funny how they only ever seemed to need minimal guidance from
her.

He looked at
her again, a bit confused at her question, before noticing her get-up. She was
wearing an outfit that much resembled the one she had worn the night she had
tried to seduce him and had failed: A short skirt � this time in blue � and a
top that was hugging the exact right places.

�Out
hunting, I see,� he said with a shrug as they continued the game.

�Hunting� I
guess you could call it that. I had a date with�well, you don�t need to know
who, but a Ravenclaw.� She fingered her skirt.

That explained
the blue; Pansy had always favored green before.

�Going
outside the house now?� he asked, not really interested. �That�s new for you.�

She
shrugged. �There really aren�t that many good ones left. Pritchard is
decent-looking, of a good family, and available, but he�s only in fourth year.
It�s a little young for my tastes.�

�It�s not
all about dating, Pansy,� he said, frowning, and wondering why he was suddenly
losing the chess game. �You should try having other kinds of fun. It�s� fun.�

�Oh, but you
see� I have a very particular kind of fun in mind,� she said with a throaty
little laugh.

He looked
up, instantly alarmed by her tone. �Meaning?�

�I�m not
leaving this place a virgin.� His jaw dropped open, and she just smirked coolly
at him. �That�s right, Draco. I am hunting for someone to have sex
with.�

All the time
they had dated, all the excuses he had made to not sleep with her� all so that
she might wake up one day, realize that he didn�t love her � and that she
didn�t really love him either � and be glad that she still had her
virginity intact to share with someone special� and now this? She was
going to throw herself away on some� Ravenclaw?

�You�re not
thinking clearly,� he finally said. �Don�t do this just to get back at me.�

She shot him
a frosty look. �Not everything is about you, Draco. You can�t control me
anymore. I never intended to leave this place a virgin, but then you had to go
and try and be all noble like some Gryffindor.�

Draco ran a
hand through his hair, feeling thoroughly distressed. �I can�t even try to do
right by my own girlfriend?� he asked.

She
shrugged. �Well, I�m not your girlfriend anymore. Want to fuck?�

�Good,� Theo
said with a small smile. �I want to stay.�

He took a
step closer to her so they were almost touching, crowding her against the
bookcase. Hermione�s heart was positively trying to beat its way out of her
chest. She wasn�t sure what he meant to do, why he was just watching her like
that, but she really hoped kissing was on the agenda.

Her eyes
dropped to his soft, full lips. She really, really hoped kissing was on
the agenda.

�Ah,
Hermione�� he muttered, caressing her neck. Her eyes drifted close as she
enjoyed the innocent touch. �Do you know how your eyes and your body speak to
me?�

�They do?�
she croaked. �What do they say?�

The right side of his mouth quirked into a small
lop-sided smile, and he bent slightly to brush his lips against hers. The simple
caress sent a jolt through Hermione, and she whimpered almost inaudibly. He
drew back, and she almost groaned with frustration.

�How are my
readings so far?� he whispered.

�So-so,� she
replied in a hoarse voice. �I believe I said I wanted more than that.�

�Really?� he
mused. �Perhaps you need to show me, then.�

She grabbed
his neck and dragged him down for another kiss, a deeper kiss. He let her take
the lead and she did, parting his lips with her thumb and allowing her tongue
to explore his mouth, teasing his tongue with elusive caresses.

He groaned
deep in his throat when she finally broke the kiss and smiled at him, worrying
at her lower lip. He had a faint blush to his cheeks that seemed to mirror her
own, but where her blush was both from arousal and a little embarrassment at
her own forwardness; his seemed to be purely from arousal. Nothing could ever
faze Theo; not even the fact that he was currently pressed against her, making
no secret of just how aroused the too short kiss had made him.

�Was that
all you wanted?� he finally asked in a husky voice. �Personally, I don�t think
that was enough. I don�t feel very satisfied�.�

She raised a
mocking eyebrow at him. �Are you saying I�m a bad kisser?�

�No,� he
murmured. �I�m saying you�re a damn good kisser.�

Then he
kissed her again.

Draco
groaned.

�What?�
Pansy asked, raising an eyebrow at him.

�You can�t
just walk up to me and ask me if I� want to�� his voice trailed off as
he scowled at the room at large, trying to figure out if anyone was listening.

�Well, how
else am I supposed to get an answer?� she reasoned.

�You bloody
well know the answer: It�s no!�

She shrugged.
�Fine. It�s not like this place is lacking in randy teenage boys.�

�Then why
the hell do you keep bothering me about it?�

�You know
why,� she answered with another shrug. �I want it to be you.�

Draco sighed
and looked away. He cared about Pansy; that was the problem. If she had just
been some bird, he probably wouldn�t have turned her down. Why would he? He was
young and unattached, and, lately, he had clearly exhibited some behavior
indicating that he needed to get laid.

Like,
kissing a Mudblood in front of several people from his house, for instance. And
not just any Mudblood, but the Mudblood that he hated the most, the Mudblood
that his best friend wanted to date, the Mudblood that he could never ever
even consider touching again.

But he
couldn�t use Pansy this way. She had been in love with him for years, and,
until recently, he had gone along with it, because he had been stupid enough to
think that it was kinder. He knew better now, but sleeping with her would only
get her hopes up again. Besides, he was sure she wasn�t serious about just
finding someone at random to have sex with. That wasn�t who she was; she was
just trying to get her way. Ultimately, she was a romantic, who didn�t just
want sex but love and a relationship.

�I know what
you�re thinking,� she calmly said, �and I am going through with it. You
should have seen the boner I left him with. He is more than ready to
oblige me.�

�Then why
didn�t you just do it?� Draco calmly asked.

She gave him
a feral smile. �I can�t be too easy, can I? I was thinking perhaps in a
week or so. He really is a good kisser. I hope he�s good at shagging
too. Would be nice to have a good first time, even if it isn�t with whom I
thought it would be.�

He winced.
�Merlin, Pansy, would you listen to yourself?�

She shrugged
and leaned forward, offering him a really nice view of her cleavage. �You know
I�m doing this no matter what you say, Draco. The question is: Will you
continue saving yourself for someone who doesn�t want you, like I did?�

He opened
his mouth to object that there wasn�t anyone he was saving himself for, when
the sensations from the ring overwhelmed him, and for a few seconds he just sat
there � mouth open and eyes slightly dazed. Shouldn�t Theo and Hermione stop
whatever they were doing soon? They were at the library; surely they couldn�t
take this much further? He shifted a bit, so nobody would notice the effect it
had on him, and then looked at the chessboard just to find that he was somehow
already checkmate.

Theo�s one
hand tangled itself in Hermione�s hair, while the other one made it down to her
behind, gently squeezing it and pulling her body closer to his. Her arms were
around his neck, her hands running through his hair and keeping his head in
place.

�Merlin,
Hermione,� he finally gasped, as he wrenched himself free from her lips.
�You�re dangerous.�

�Am not,�
she replied with a coquettish little pout.

�Are too,�
he muttered, letting his hand slide down to her thigh and lifting her up.

�What are
you doing?� she squeaked.

He just shot
her a rather wolfish grin. �Easier to kiss you if you�re actually at the right
height.�

�Oh, like it
was hard before,� she muttered, shaking her head, but allowing him to wrap her
legs around his waist. It felt nice. It felt really good. It felt intimate. She
pressed her lower body a little harder against his, and his eyes briefly
drifted shut. Oh, yes. He was definitely affected by her.

�I want to
touch you,� he whispered.

She was
slightly puzzled by his meaning. �Your hands haven�t exactly been still so far,�
she teased.

He smiled at
her, letting one of his hands slide in between them and up to cup and slowly
knead her breast, while his other hand slid under her skirt and up her bare
thigh to support her behind with only the thin layer of her knickers� fabric
between his hand and her skin. She sucked in a breath.

�You mean
like this?� he asked, his lips only a hair�s breadth from hers.

�Yes,� she
whispered, her voice slightly quivering.

�But that�s
not what I meant,� he quietly said, his breath teasing her sensitive lips. �I
meant� touch you.�

The hand
that had been kneading her breast slid down between their bodies and pressed
against the moist front of her knickers. She gasped with the intimacy and
excitement of the touch.

�Want me to
stop?� he quietly asked.

NO, she
didn�t want him to stop. Yet, saying so was a bit embarrassing, so, instead,
she blushed and bit her lip, giving him a pleading look.

�You�re
adorable,� he murmured, kissing her again.

She clung to
his shoulders, eagerly returning the kiss. He didn�t remove the hand, but just
kept it still, slightly pressing against her. It was driving her insane. She
wanted him to� to touch her. She moved against him, trying to signal her
want.

�Hermione,
love, are you sure you�re ok with this?� he quietly asked. When she just looked
quizzically at him, he added, �You know he can feel it.�

Her eyes
widened slightly. She really had forgotten. Then she narrowed them. Why should
all of her fun be ruined by some prick with a ring? �Fuck him,� she rasped.

He looked
slightly taken aback. It was so seldom she swore. Then the right corner of his
mouth drew slightly up. �It would sort of be as if we were.�

Draco was
shivering, praying for it to stop soon.

�What�s
wrong?� Pansy asked, looking concerned. �You look sort of ill.�

Sort of ill?
That was one way to describing being the unwilling third party to what seemed
to be an extremely heated snogging session. Wasn�t Granger supposed to be a
�good girl�? Weren�t �good girls� supposed to say no when boys got a little too
fresh?

They knew he
was wearing the ring, damn it. They both knew what effect it would have
on him, and they seemed to not care at all.

�Draco,�
Pansy repeated. �What�s wrong?�

He slowly
lifted his heated glance from the chessboard, which he had been staring blindly
at, and let it run over her shapely legs, the skirt that was short enough to
tease anyone�s imagination, and the top that hugged those perfectly rounded
breasts of hers, before he looked her straight in the eye.

Pansy�s lips
parted in surprise. �Oh.�

�I don�t
care,� Hermione whispered. �Please, Theo�� she bucked against his hand.

His eyes
never leaving hers, he gently moved the fabric of her knickers to the side, so
he could touch her slick, bare folds. She moistened her lips, and he swallowed,
before touching her just right. She grabbed a desperate hold of his shoulders
and moaned.

�Ah,
Hermione,� he whispered in a voice that was slightly rough with want. �I love
the way you respond to me.�

She could
barely think a coherent sentence, let alone speak it, so instead she just
kissed her way up his neck until she found his lips again. The way he touched
her felt so good. She was getting close to her climax and whimpered into
his mouth, making him shiver just a little. There was something incredibly sexy
over getting these kinds of responses from a boy who lived his life never
losing control. The thought of driving him over the edge made her shiver in
response.

He moved his
hand a little, slowly running a finger between her folds, before gently pushing
it inside her. She gasped with surprise and need, and he immediately stopped,
his eyes asking her permission to continue. If she didn�t know better, if she
didn�t know this was Theo, she�d say they begged her permission.

She nodded,
and he pushed it all the way in, moaning as he felt her hot, moist flesh clamp
down on his finger. He then resumed rubbing her with his thumb, as he gently
moved the finger inside her and nibbled at her lips.

It was too
much all at once and she was so close.

�Theo,� she
moaned. �I��

�Shh�� he
murmured. �Just let go. Don�t hold back.�

She
surrendered to her climax.

Draco stared
blindly at the chessboard again. They weren�t going to stop. It was too late
for him to be able to make it back to his room without anybody noticing what state
he was in, and he knew the outcome was inevitable. He clenched his jaw, trying
to steel himself.

�It�s the
ring, isn�t it?� Pansy asked. �Granger is being naughty, isn�t she?�

He didn�t
reply. He couldn�t reply. Another shiver went through him. So close, so damn
close. There was nothing he could do to stop it.

Pansy slowly
got up and went over to him, placing herself sideways on his lap.

�Pansy,
what�?� he managed to croak, but she just shushed him and placed one of his
hands on her breast before kissing him, her soft lips against his feeling like
absolute heaven.

He shouldn�t
do this, but she felt so good, so soft, so positively wonderful, and he was
much too far gone for reason. He pulled her closer, desperately returning the
kiss, enjoying her body against his. He was so close, so damn�

Stiffening
against Pansy, he felt the very second Hermione was pushed over the edge, her
orgasm reverberating through his entire being, and he was helpless to stop his
own response. Moaning into Pansy�s mouth as she continued to kiss him, he came
with a force he�d never known before. Grabbing her tighter, and squeezing his
eyes shut, wave after wave of pure pleasure went through him eradicating all
thought and sense of where he was. He knew he was shuddering, but he couldn�t
seem to stop.

He slowly
got his breathing and his body back under control but didn�t open his eyes.
This had to be the most humiliating thing that had ever happened to him.

�I do
believe that�s the first time you allowed that to happen,� Pansy quietly
teased.

�I didn�t�
allow�� He groaned. �Just please tell me that nobody noticed.�

He could
tell that she shifted to look around and then shrugged. �They noticed the
snogging, I�m sure, but not anything else. But you know they would have if I
hadn�t been here to cover for you.�

He slowly
opened his eyes to look at her. Her lips were swollen from his kisses and her
eyes were dark with need. Merlin, what had he gotten himself into?

�Don�t worry
about it,� she said with a small smile. �Don�t you think that I know what this
was? It was good, though, wasn�t it? It felt so intense.�

�Yes,� he
sighed, resigning himself to the fact that he had just used Pansy in a way he�d
never intended to. �It felt� really, really good. Thank you.�

She bit her
lip. �Any chance that you might return the favor?�

�Are you all
right?� Theo gently asked.

Hermione
lifted her head from his shoulder and smiled at him, feeling slightly dazed.
All right? She was better than all right. She felt� marvelous. Except for the
shelves poking at her back. Had they done that before? She winced a bit and
unwrapped her legs from Theo�s waist. He let her slide down his body with a low
moan, and there was no doubt that he was in agony; the bulge in his trousers
was hard to miss.

�Come with
me to my room?� he whispered.

Hermione
looked at him in surprise. �Your room?�

He swallowed
again. �I know it�s a bit soon, and I won�t think less of you if you don�t want
to, but��

The full
implications of what he was asking her hit her, and her eyes widened slightly.

Theo was
asking her if she would make love to him. Tonight.

�Oh.� Her
mind didn�t seem to be working properly right now, because that was all she
could think of saying.

He reached
out and took her hand. �You really don�t have to. But we both know how I feel
about you�.�

�We do?� she
asked.

�We do,� he
confirmed. �We�re too smart not to know.�

The
fluttering was back and it was worse than ever. She looked up at his earnest,
vulnerable eyes and said�

�No!�

He blinked,
a second too slow to hide his hurt and confusion at her outburst for her not to
pick up on it. �Ok,� he very quietly said. �It�s ok.�

�No,� she
said. �I mean� your room isn�t far from Malfoy�s. He�d find a way to bother us,
to stop it.�

He looked at
her pensively for a second. �It really is ok, Hermione. You don�t have to make
excuses.�

�No!� She
felt very frustrated with him right now. �I want to, but we can�t go to your
room.�

Heat flashed
in his eyes. �You want to?�

She flushed
a bit. �Yes�� she muttered. �But I just know he�d think of some way for
us to get interrupted.�

�You�re
probably right,� Theo conceded. �But they�re used to you in the dungeons by
now, whereas they don�t know me in your tower at all, so we�d get too much
unwanted attention if we went to your room.�

Hermione
sighed. He was right. �Well, then,� she said with a shrug. �I guess there�s
nothing for it then.�

�I guess
not,� he muttered, brushing a curl from her cheek.

She smiled
at him. �We�ll just have to stay here, won�t we?� she asked, before pulling his
head down for another long, slow kiss.

Draco�s eyes
widened. �You have to be fucking kidding me!� he whispered.

�Excuse me?�
Pansy asked, frowning.

�No, not
you,� he muttered.

He quickly
grabbed his wand and got himself cleaned up. He needed to go to his room. Now.
He set Pansy aside and stood.

�What�s
wrong?� Pansy asked.

�Nothing.�
He shook his head and hurried off towards the dormitories.

Theo
reluctantly broke the kiss, breathing heavily. �Here?� he asked. �I don�t think
our first time would be very comfortable against a bookcase. Don�t think I
didn�t notice that face you pulled before.�

Hermione
shrugged and smiled at him impishly. �That wasn�t until after.�

He returned
the smile. �But I was very careful with you,� he told her. �I don�t think� no,
I know I can�t be that careful once we� once I lose my control.�

�You plan on
losing control?� Was it her, or was it getting hot in there?

He laughed.
It was a low, pleasant laugh. Not the derisive kind she had come to expect from
Slytherins. �I don�t think anyone can stay in control all the way through,� he
murmured with a note of humor in his voice. �So, yes, I very much plan on
losing control if we do this.�

She was
slowly turning into goo.

She grabbed
him by the hand. �Come with me.�

He raised an
eyebrow. �Where?�

She didn�t
reply but just dragged him to a table at the very back of the library. �This
shouldn�t be too uncomfortable,� she said, sitting on the edge of the table.

�You want me
to take you on a table?� he asked in a husky voice.

�Not just
any table,� she said with a devilish glint in her eyes. �My favorite. I come
here several times a week.�

A small
smirk graced his lips. �Come?� he asked.

Her lips
parted and she felt her cheeks heating again. �I-I didn�t mean��

He chuckled.
�Teasing, Granger,� he murmured, stepping closer to her. The table was just low
enough to make it the perfect height; they fit together perfectly. �Although� I
hope to change your memory of coming here,� he added.

�Oh, yes,�
she whispered, just as he bent over her to kiss her again.

Merlin, this
felt so good. She should have realized that being kissed and touched by someone
as observant as Theo would be rewarding. He didn�t need to wear a ring
to know what kind of caresses would seduce her.

She reached
out and pulled his shirt from his trousers, slowly unbuttoning it wish shaking
hands. She wanted to feel his skin. She wanted to taste his skin. Having
unbuttoned half the buttons, she gently pushed him a small step back, so she
could kiss his chest and his stomach as it became revealed. He was trembling a
little under her lips and when she kissed her way back up his chest and flicked
her tongue out at his flat nipple, he sucked in a harsh breath and gently
pushed her away.

�Please,
Hermione, don�t tease me right now,� he murmured. �I want you badly enough as
it is.�

�But I want
you to want me more,� she pouted, running a hand down the front of his
trousers.

He chuckled
breathlessly. �Keep this up and I will want you so much that it will be over
before it begins.�

�Really?�
she asked with a mischievous glint in her eyes.

He gently
removed her hand. �Hermione, no. I won�t allow it.�

�Won�t you?�
she purred, very slowly unbuttoning her own shirt.

He just
stood, looking at her agonizing slow movements for several seconds, before he
finally gave in and with a muttered expletive intervened, hurriedly unbuttoning
the rest and pushing the shirt off her shoulders, as he urgently kissed her
again. Her arms went around his neck as she pressed against his bare chest, and
with a groan, he grabbed her thigh and pulled her closer to him.

She
whimpered at the contact and she wanted nothing more than for him to bury
himself inside of her.

Draco could
barely walk straight. He was just glad he had made it out of the common room by
now. He just needed to go hide in his room until it was over. Damn them for
doing this to him. It must be their revenge for all the times he had tried to
come between them. Or perhaps Theo just liked to remind Draco of what he
couldn�t have. He wouldn�t put it past him. After all, Theo had been royally
pissed off that Draco had invaded his turf, and he was more Slytherin than most
people gave him credit for.

�Wait!�

He groaned.
Pansy wasn�t one for giving up easily.

�I�m not in
the mood to chat, Pansy,� he said.

�Neither am
I. But there�s something else that we�re both in the mood for.�

�That�s
where you�re wrong,� he hoarsely replied. �I�m not really. It�s an involuntary
reaction.�

�Really?�
she asked skeptically, and he cursed the fact that they had reached his room by
now. He didn�t want to ask her in. Or rather, he did want to ask her in,
and that was the problem.

�Really,� he
replied. �It�s Granger, who�s in the mood. You can go ask her if you can join
them.� He was very careful not to look at her body, since he was lying through
his teeth. His reaction was involuntary, but right now he would like
nothing better than to have a warm and willing female under him. Telling Pansy
no was almost physically painful.

�Is that
so?� she asked in a slow and thoughtful voice. Then she shrugged and smiled
sweetly at him. �Nothing to be done for it, then. Guess I had better go.� She
walked up to him, giving him a seemingly innocent hug.

Feeling the
full length of her body pressed against his, her soft lips brushing his cheek,
and her breath tickling his ear� something snapped inside of him, and suddenly
he had her pressed against the cold stonewall, his lips on hers, and his hands
roaming her body.

He needed
this. He needed this so badly. He didn�t have to actually sleep with her; they
could just kiss. They had spent years just kissing. What was another night of
kissing?

�Let�s go
inside your room,� she whispered, moaning when he grabbed her behind and ground
her more firmly against him, as he was nibbling at her neck.

�This
doesn�t change anything,� he said in a strangled voice. �It�s just lust.�

�I know,�
she replied.

He knew that
when they went to his room, he wouldn�t just be kissing her.

�I need
you,� Theo moaned into Hermione�s hair. �Why are you wearing so many clothes?�
He impatiently unhooked her bra and Hermione couldn�t help but giggle. Theodore
Nott losing patience was a sight to behold. �Stop laughing at me, wench,� he
growled good-naturedly, bending to take a nipple into his mouth.

Hermione
gasped at the onslaught and let her hands travel down to his waistband,
searching for the buttons that would free him.

�Wait�� he
whispered, earning him a puzzled look. �If-if you do that, there really is no
going back.�

�There was
going back before?� she asked, stopping being the furthest thing from her mind.

He smiled
vaguely at her. �This is not a one-off for me. If we do this, I want more from
you.�

�More?� she
asked, distractedly caressing his abdomen. What could be more than this?

�If we do
this,� he whispered, �then you�re mine. Only mine. And I don�t plan to hide it.
Can you live with openly dating a Slytherin, the son of a known Death Eater?�

She looked
up into his eyes. They were serious, understanding and� no, that couldn�t be.
She watched him swallow. Theodore Nott did not become nervous. Especially not
from such a simple thing as asking a girl if she would date him. She watched
his face as it paled when she took her time in responding. Finally, he lowered
his eyes.

�I
understand if it�s a lot to take in,� he said. �Maybe we should wait. Give you
some time to think about it.�

�I don�t
need time,� she said.

He paled
even more. �I see.�

She realized
that perhaps she should have said something instead of being stunned by his
question and fascinated by his fear of rejection. �I think we should continue,�
she murmured, pulling him a bit closer to her.

�No,
Hermione,� he quietly said. �I don�t think I can just��

�You know,
for someone very smart and observant, you are being very stupid. I wouldn�t be
dating a Slytherin or the son of a Death Eater, but I�d be dating you,
and that�s what I want.�

His eyes
flew up to meet hers again in surprise and relief, which quickly turned to
anger. �Don�t play with me!� he growled. �Do you think it�s funny to make me
squirm? Do you have any idea how it feels when the only girl you ever wanted
doesn�t seem to want you for more than a quick shag?�

Hermione�s
eyes widened in surprise and she swallowed nervously, fidgeting under his
heated gaze, and wishing she didn�t feel so exposed. �I-I didn�t mean to play
with you,� she stammered. �I was just a bit surprised that you even doubted
me.�

He sighed
deeply, immediately looking contrite. �Don�t be afraid of me, Hermione,� he
said, his voice once again gentle. �You just gave me a bit of a scare, that�s
all.� His hands found her arms, gently rubbing them, sending shivers through
her and giving her gooseflesh all over her upper body. His eyes were
immediately drawn to her breasts, where the nipples had drawn into taut little
peaks. �I want to make love to you, but I�m not sure I can tonight,� he
whispered.

�What?� she
croaked, suddenly feeling stupid for being half-dressed and about to be
rejected.

He shook his
head. �I can�t make love to you.� He took her hand and placed it over the bulge
in his trousers again. �I need you so badly� not even thinking you rejected me
could kill it� it won�t be making love.�

Her pulse
sped up again as she hesitantly looked up at him to make sure he was saying
what she hoped he was saying.

The heat in
his eyes was unmistakable � and it certainly wasn�t anger.

She slowly
moved her hand over him, applying just a little pressure, and she felt him
shiver and grow even harder under her touch.

�Hermione��
he moaned, but he didn�t stop her.

Quickly, she
unbuttoned his trousers and pulled both them and his underwear down. His eyes
widened slightly at her rushed movements, and she stared at him hungrily,
wetting her lips. He moaned again.

�I can�t
wait to make you lose control,� she purred.

�Didn�t you
notice?� he muttered. �It happened a long time ago.�

He slid his
hands up inside her skirt, grabbing the waistband of her knickers, and slowly
began pulling them off her. She obligingly raised herself off the table when he
nudged her, and he took his time sliding them down her legs, before looking at
her again, his eyes questioning.

�If you ask
me again if I�m sure, then I might have to kill you,� she warned.

His lip
quirked. �Are you�?� he hesitantly asked. Are you a virgin?

�No.�

Wasting no
more time, he stepped closer to her, bent to steal a kiss, and then he was
inside of her.

Draco
breathed a sigh of relief. They seemed to have let up a bit on the petting.
That was good. Perhaps they wouldn�t go as far as he�d feared.

Pansy had
walked first into his room, and he had to admire her bottom in that blue skirt.
Blue suited her. Well, anything that hugged her figure like that suited
her.

�Are you
enjoying the view?� she teased, as he wasn�t moving from the door, but just
standing there, staring after her.

He shrugged.
�Nice arse, Pans,� he said, going in and closing the door after himself.

She sat down
on his bed and grinned mischievously at him. �Why, thank you! You sure know how
to sweet-talk a girl, don�t you?�

�I wasn�t
aware I needed to sweet-talk you,� he said, walking over to her.

She
shrugged. �At least pretending that you gave a damn about me being here would
be nice. You know, make me feel better about myself.�

�Why are you
here if it makes you feel bad about yourself?� he quietly asked.

�You�re a
fool, Draco,� she replied. �One day you�ll understand.�

He frowned
but shrugged it off. �I do want you here,� he said instead, walking up
to her.

�Thanks,�
she drily responded.

�Do you
think I�m completely immune? You�re extremely sexy, and you can be damn hard to
resist when you get it in your head to seduce me. Believe me.�

�Yet you�ve
managed to do so for years,� she pointed out.

�Only just,�
he murmured, taking in her figure.

She didn�t
respond but instead made herself comfortable on his bed and patted the spot
next to her.

�Aren�t you
cold in that outfit?� he asked, obligingly lying down where she had indicated.

She laughed.
�A little, perhaps. But I trust for you to keep me warm.�

He let his
hand touch her cheek and run down her neck, over her collarbone, around one
full breast, down her flat stomach, across her hip and halfway down her thigh.
She seemed to hold her breath for the duration of the long caress.

�Such a
lovely body,� he murmured. �Why do you want to gift me with it?�

She shrugged
and shot him a teasing smile. �You�re not ugly yourself.�

He bent over
her and slowly kissed her, sliding his hand back up and taking her skirt with
it, leaving it around her waist. He then carefully squeezed one of her breasts,
making her gasp and breathe a little harder.

He rested
his forehead against hers. �Understand that I would be using you, that I cannot
control these second-hand feelings. If she comes again, I won�t be able to hold
back, no matter where you are.�

�But you
still want me, right?�

�So damn
much,� he whispered, running his lips down her neck to her breast, nipping at
her erect nipple through the top, making her moan. �I can�t control those
feelings, but in order for them to have the full effect, I need to be doing
what she�s doing and enjoying it as much for myself. If that happens, I should
have the best orgasm of my life. You could give it to me.�

She
whimpered. �Good. That�s all I need,� she whispered.

He lifted
his head again to kiss her, and, resting on his one forearm, he let his other
hand travel down to stroke her through her knickers. She was so wet and ready
for him, he could tell, and he trembled slightly just thinking about burying
himself deep inside of her. She was a virgin; she would be so tight.

Suddenly his
eyes bulged and his entire body jerked. �Fuck!�

Hermione
cried out when Theo was suddenly inside of her, filling her so completely. It
felt fantastic. Had it felt like this the last time, the only time, she
had had sex? She could barely remember. It had been so long ago.

He shuddered
against her. �I knew you�d feel wonderful,� he choked. �But I had no idea�. I
can�t hold back, Hermione, I can�t be gentle. I need� I need to lose control.�

She thrust
against him, making them both moan with the sensation. �Please do,� she begged.
�I need it too.�

Bracing one
hand against the table and steadying her hip with the other hand, he bent to
roughly kiss her as he none too gently thrust into her again and again. She
held onto him for dear life, kissing and caressing, as she could feel herself
rapidly moving towards her climax. As she was almost there, she closed her eyes
and tensed, loving the feeling of his rough thrusts and reaching for her
orgasm, just a little more� and then he slowed.

She made a
disgruntled sound, opening her eyes to glare at him.

�Not yet,
love,� he groaned. �I don�t want it to be over yet.�

�What
happened to losing control?� she snapped, frustration seeping through her.

�I regained
some of it,� he said with a grin, nibbling at her ear. �Don�t be cross,
Hermione. I�ll make it good, I promise.�

She pouted a
little, but then he began nibbling and licking her lower lip, and she forgot to
be annoyed.

�What is
it?� Pansy asked, gently caressing Draco�s arms and shoulders, as he was
shuddering, trying to regain his control.

�They�re
doing it,� he groaned. �Already so close��

Pansy sat up
and pulled off her top and panties and was about to undo her skirt, when he
stopped her. �No,� he whispered. �Leave it on�.� The sight of her wearing
nothing but that mini-skirt was probably the most erotic thing he had ever
seen.

She grinned
at him and began hurriedly undoing his clothes, well aware that if the people
on the other end didn�t have a lot of stamina, Draco wouldn�t be able to give
her what she wanted. What she had always wanted.

When he was
finally naked, he pushed her back down and braced himself over her. �Not a lot
of foreplay, I�m afraid,� he murmured, kissing her breasts and pushing the
skirt up again.

She snorted
a little breathlessly, anticipation shining in her eyes. �We�ve had years of
foreplay, Draco. This is about time.�

He grunted
and began slowly pushing into her, nudging her legs up to open her wider to
him, and taking great care to not hurt her more than he had to.

It was
fucking difficult when his instinct right now was to take her hard and fast
until she screamed his name. But she was a virgin, and if he did that, her
screaming would be of a nature that he didn�t find all that arousing.

�You feel so
good,� he moaned against her neck, while trying to get her to relax some more
with kisses and caresses so she could take all of him without too much pain.
Right now she squeezed so tightly around him that he thought he might come
before the ring forced him to. �Relax, honey. You trust me, don�t you?� he
murmured, praying for staying power.

She made a
visible effort to relax some more, smiling at him. �You don�t have to hold
back,� she whispered. �I�ll be all right.�

He
swallowed. It was tempting, but he knew she was lying. She needed to get used
to the feel of him inside of her.

He felt
Hermione rapidly moving towards her orgasm and he knew that he most likely
wouldn�t make a very good first impression on Pansy. There was no way he would
be able to stop his own response. That was how the ring and bracelet were
built; he would share the one wearing the bracelet�s pleasure and pain.

Pansy bucked
up against him. �Please move,� she panted, and he was surprised to realize that
she didn�t seem to be in much pain anymore.

He began
moving. It was pure bliss. Much too soon, he began moving harder and faster,
but he couldn�t help it. His control was slipping, and he couldn�t do anything
but feel. He clearly felt both the girl beneath him and the girl rooted in his
mind, and both were driving him onwards.

Pansy
whimpered, and he forced himself to slow down, to check on her, telling himself
he�d find some way to stop if she was in pain. But she wasn�t in pain. Her face
was flushed, her lips were swollen from his kisses, and her eyes were closed in
enjoyment.

He felt like
kissing her, so he did, and he whispered sweet nothings in her ear, because he
knew she wanted to hear them, and she wouldn�t hold them against him in the
morning.

�Theo,�
Hermione moaned, desperately grabbing onto his shoulders. �Theo��

�I know,� he
panted. �Merlin, this feels� so�� He seemed at a loss for words.

�Theo,� she whimpered,
her face flushed and her eyes fevered.

�Lay back,
honey,� he quietly instructed.

She
reluctantly let go of him and did as told. He wrapped her legs around him again
and braced himself above her, bending down to gently brush his lips against
hers.

It was
agony. She wanted more, and he was taking an excruciating long time about it
while making sure to give her just enough of what she wanted to keep her fever
at a pitch.

He kissed
her again, slowly running his tongue over her swollen lower lip, and she
grabbed onto him, refusing to just be teased like that, and sucked his tongue
into her mouth, massaging it with her own. He made a sound that sounded like a
mix between a moan and a growl at the back of his throat, and to her great
pleasure, he seemed to lose some of his deliberate control, moving faster
against her.

�Yes,� she
gasped as he pounded against her. �Oh, yes.�

�Fuck,
Hermione, I can�t hold back much longer. I can�t��

She quieted
him by kissing him again. He lost a bit more of his control. Moving roughly
against her again, he slid his mouth down to her breasts, licking and nibbling
at her nipples. She bucked against him, holding his head to her, running her
fingers through his hair. Suddenly he nipped at her nipple, causing a flash of
intense pained pleasure, and she was lost. She tensed and cried out as she
reached her climax, spasming around him, making him grunt with the strain of
holding back as he continued to drive into her, prolonging her orgasm until she
thought she couldn�t take anymore.

Finally he
slowed down a bit, panting, his body slick from the effort of not coming.

�I love to
watch you come,� he whispered, shuddering slightly against her. �I love to hear
it. And, Merlin, do I love to feel it.�

�I want you
to come, too,� she murmured. �Please��

He made a
strangled sound. �Yes� I want to come inside you so badly. I won�t last much
longer.� He bent to kiss her lips and her neck, his entire body shaking with
restrained need.

Then he
began moving again. First slowly, but then picking up the pace. He slipped his
hand down between them to tease her nub.

�No,� she
whimpered. �I can�t again.�

�Of course
you can,� he whispered.

And she
could. And this time, when her muscles clamped down on him, he came with her,
thrusting deep, and completely letting go.

Draco
clenched his teeth. He was teetering on the edge. He had been for a while now.
His skin was damp with perspiration as he fought hard for control.

It was so
good; it was almost impossible not to let go.

But he
wanted to hold out; he wanted to wait until he felt Hermione�s climax on the
other end of the bond. She was feeling everything so strongly, and what were
the chances that he�d ever experience this again? He just had to not come.

He just� had
to� not� He groaned and buried his head in Pansy�s neck, tasting the salt on
her skin. Not coming was not as easy as it sounded. Pansy was close as well, he
could feel it. She was squirming under him, thrusting against him, and mumbling
incoherently, pleading him to take her over the edge.

But he
couldn�t do that. If she came, he wouldn�t be able to hold back. She was so
tight around him, so sexy beneath him� he should have done this much sooner. He
should have taken what she was offering. Wasn�t that what he had been brought
up to do, anyway? Take what he wanted, when he wanted it? Damn the
consequences, as long as they had nothing to do with him.

�Draco,� she
gasped. �P-please� I can�t take it any longer.�

He kissed
her, slowly and gently. She grabbed onto his shoulders, digging in her nails.

�Soon,
love,� he murmured. �Soon.�

Then he felt
it coming closer. Finally. He had to fight himself to not give in just yet, but
he knew that it wasn�t far off.

�Now,� Pansy
whimpered.

�Yes,� he
whispered. �Now.�

Letting his
instincts guide him, he began thrusting hard and deep, making Pansy cry out her
pleasure. It was too much; it had to be really soon. He moaned deep in his
throat and increased the pace even more, unable to hold back. Pansy came,
convulsing violently, squeezing him so tight that he thought it possible to die
from pleasure.

Then, just
as he knew he couldn�t wait, he felt it � her orgasm. His entire being
hummed and sang as his blood turned to liquid pleasure. He came, shuddering at
the force, as he seemed to explode over and over again. He knew it wasn�t
physically possible, he knew that he came once, that he had one explosion, but
he could feel it so clearly. It went on and on, draining him of energy and
coherent thought. Draining him of everything he had, everything he could give.

Finally, it
was over, and he collapsed, unable to move another muscle.

�Wow, that
was amazing,� Pansy whispered.

He couldn�t
even respond. And when Hermione came again, his body wasn�t able to produce
much more than a slight tremble at the new pleasure.

For a long
time they didn�t move, but just laid there, on the table, fighting to catch
their breath. Then finally Theo slowly turned his head and began placing
languorous kisses on Hermione�s jaw, cheek, and finally mouth.

�That was
ok,� she finally said, giggling at the look he sent her.

�Wench,� he
murmured, slowly moving his weight off her to stand on legs that were still a
tad unsteady.

�What?� she
innocently asked. �You didn�t think it was ok?�

He hungrily
let his gaze run down her body. �Give me a little time to recover and I�ll give
you the answer it deserves.�

Her eyes
widened slightly and he grinned at her before helping her to her feet.

Draco laid
on his back, watching Pansy getting dressed again. He tried to feel guilty for
taking her virginity, for using her, but he couldn�t. She had used him just as
much as he�d used her, and at the end of the day, they had both gotten what
they wanted.

�You know,
it�s a pity you�re so hung up on her,� Pansy casually said, as she was trying
to smooth the wrinkles in her skirt.

�Hung up on
whom?� Draco distractedly asked, as he wondered whether he�d ever see that
skirt again without getting an instant erection.

�Granger, of
course,� she replied, giving up on the wrinkles and pulling on her top.

He frowned.
�I�m not hung up on Granger,� he said. �Don�t be stupid.�

�You�re the
one who�s stupid if you actually believe that,� she retorted. �What was
all this about, then?�

His frown
deepened. �I told you it was an involuntary��

�But it
wasn�t that involuntary, was it?� she interrupted. �We both know that you could
have avoided this if you had wanted to.�

He didn�t
respond, but just pressed his lips together, returning her gaze.

She smiled a
little sadly. �You could have taken the ring off the second it started and kept
it off for a few hours, and it wouldn�t have made a lick of difference in your
arrangement. You know that, I know that� doesn�t she know it, too? Isn�t that
why she was even doing it in the first place?�

He looked
away, still refusing to respond.

�You wanted
to feel it,� Pansy whispered. �You wanted to make love to her. So you did.�

Then she quietly left the room.
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