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Temptations	By : Nikkilicious Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Draco/Hermione Views: 16325 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
- 1-Fall
- 2-Gluttony
- 3-Sloth
- 4-Sloth Cont'd
- 5-Greed
- 6-Greed Cont'd
- 7-Envy
- 8-Envy Cont'd
- 9-Lust
- 10-Lust Cont'd
- 11-Pride
- 12-Pride Cont'd
- 13-Wrath
- 14-Home
- 15-Mystery
- 16-Attack
- 17-Rise
- 9
- 10
- 11
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or any part of the franchise. This is a work of fanfiction, written solely for the enjoyment of myself and other fans. No profit is being made off of this work.

AN: I AM SO SORRY FOR THE LONG WAIT! Eeek. I know, I got way behind guys. Again, sorry. But here is a long chapter to make up for it!
Thanks to my beta me_4_ever! ^_^ Amazing. Truly helpful.

�Of all the worldly passions, lust is the most intense. All other worldly passions seem to follow in its train.�

-- Buddha

Nothing much had changed by that morning. Hermione had woken up, her abdomen thrumming and her knickers wet. On top of that, she felt exhausted from her fitful sleep. Slowly she exited her tent, absolutely dreading the long day ahead of her.
She only hoped that it would be the day they got back.
At first she didn�t see Draco as her eyes scanned the area of the campsite. A sigh of relief almost escaped her lips when she thought she�d dodged him for at least a little while longer. But the breath she�d been about to let out caught in her throat when her eyes met a devastating sight.
Devastating in a good way, mind you.
Malfoy was on the ground, shirtless, doing push ups. Sweat rolled over his skin in rivulets making it shine brightly in the morning sunlight. No matter how hard she tried, in that moment she could not tear her eyes away. The image would be imprinted in her mind forevermore.
Her body tingled as he exhaled roughly, pushing himself faster and harder.
Draco hadn�t yet acknowledged her, too preoccupied with his own distresses. He had wanked three times the night before and still felt like doing it another dozen times. Finally he had gotten fed up with himself and figured he needed a new outlet for his unreasonable frustrations.
Exerting himself physically had seemed like a grand plan, and it had worked at first. His mind started focusing on the pain rather than the arousal.
That was, until she walked out of the tent, her hair tousled from sleep and her robes rumpled. She looked incredible.
He didn�t think he�d ever wanted a woman so bad in his life.
Growling, he only increased the speed of his push-ups, looking thoroughly annoyed.
�It�s about damn time!� He practically yelled at her. Really, he would have given anything for her to have slept a little while longer, at least until he finished working out the frustrations, but he had no such luck.
�You could have left without me.� She had barely registered his words at first, still attempting to tear her eyes away from him and failing miserably.
It didn�t help any when he stood abruptly, his abs flexing temptingly with the effort. The only thing undesirable about him was the scowl marring his face. She couldn�t understand why he was so annoyed.
He started to dress but not before Hermione got more than an eye full of his gleaming chest.
�I had to wait for you. If I had shown up without you and then you ended up dead or something then I would have been blamed for it in a heart beat.� He turned to her then, buttoning up his shirt. �And, Granger, you aren�t worth the time in Azkaban.�
She didn�t respond, only turned and transfigured her tent back into the bush that it originally was. The pair gathered what little they had, meaning their robes and wands, and headed out, but not before Hermione transfigured a rock into a compass. She wasn�t sure why she didn�t think of it before, probably because her thoughts had been devoted to more� interesting things, but it didn�t matter. She had one now and she knew the general direction to go. The Forbidden Forest was to the east of Hogwarts so they had to head west to get back.
Eventually they�d get there, she was certain.

The spell exploded from the tip of the wand and Harry went flying backwards, slamming into the brick wall behind him with great force. He slumped to the floor with a groan.
He looked up and a smile appeared on his lips.
Zabini only stared at him but a shadow of a smirk played on his features.
It was the third meeting of the DA and already things had escalated far past what everyone had imagined. Harry and Ron had decided that it was time for some duels. Just a few short ones to practice the new spells. While rules had been put in place to protect everyone involved, a few creative people seemed to get past that.
Harry had decided to go first to demonstrate. He was going to have Ron as a partner but at the last second, he�d changed his mind and called up Blaise Zabini.
Maybe it was out of spite, maybe it wasn�t, but Harry didn�t care to analyze it. He knew the guy was good at magic, and smart as well, so he couldn�t hurt him too much. Though he loathed to pass up any chance to hex a Slytherin.

The duel had started out well enough. But quickly it intensified. The audience seemed to be enjoying it, gasping and laughing every now and then. It was all well and fun, they knew, but there was still that small bit of maliciousness behind the two dueler�s eyes that just couldn�t be missed.
Each of them knew how far they could push the other, but it seemed like they wanted to get as close to that line as they could.
Harry quickly raised his wand without getting off the ground and threw a spell out silently, meaning to teach the others how to do the same if the situation warranted it. He was sure everyone would need it in the coming days after all, and it was much harder to do silent spells in the field. Any practice was sure to be beneficial. .

Harry barley rolled out of the way of Zabini�s counter spell but he didn�t miss that his own had hit Zabini square in the shoulder.
And then the whistle blew.
�Alright, time!� Ginny yelled, looking both edgy and relieved. She�d felt a bit uncertain when Harry had unexpectedly picked one of the Slytherins to duel with. They hadn�t been a problem, she knew. All of them obediently practiced the spells just like everyone else. And, even on the outside, they�d shown a mild amount of respect and civility.
But still, she couldn�t trust them as far as she could throw them.
And she probably couldn�t even pick any of them up!
Everyone applauded as Harry stood and Zabini straightened out as well. They both bowed properly and moved out of the circle.
�Okay everyone pair up and spread out into your boundaries. On my mark you may begin.� Ginny said as she moved to where Harry stood. By her request, the room then expanded greatly so that each pair had a significant amount of room to duel. Just in case things got out of hand, each couple was placed inside a white boundary line that magically locked them in so that they wouldn�t disturb the others.
When she noticed everyone set she blew her whistle again. And they went at it.
Harry and Ginny stood there, looking at all of the pairs. She didn�t miss the fact that Harry was breathing harder than normal.
�Tough fight?� He shot her a look but that smile remained on his face.
�He�s smart you know,� She started again. �They all are.� And they were. She�d paid close attention to them recently and she�d picked up on a few things. Zabini was quiet and dark. But he had a freeness about him that she couldn�t compare to anything else. She supposed it was because, unlike most of the other Slytherins, he didn�t have any family ties to the Dark Lord.
Theodore Nott, on the other hand, did. But still, she couldn�t pick up any cruel intent from him either. He was very intelligent as well, though in a more obvious way. He seemed to rationalize things and react to them accordingly. So very unlike the other Slytherins she�d ran into. If she hadn�t know any better, she would have pegged him more for a Ravenclaw, though, she had no doubt he had the cunning side in him somewhere.
And then there was Pansy. The more time Ginny spent around her, the more she realized that she hadn�t changed at all. She was whiney, clingy, and picky as hell. But she was strong and sassy and stubborn to boot. That wasn�t a bad thing. In fact, when fighting, it was a very good thing. She was determined. Never gave up no matter how many times she fell. Ginny certainly hadn�t expected that. She�d figured the girl would go crying to whoever was nearest any time she broke a nail.
Not at all.
Ginny was being surprised more and more lately. They all were.
�I know. That could be a good thing. With them on our side�� He didn�t finish though and she understood why. It was stupid to assume them on any side at this point. It was too soon to tell. Harry and the rest could very well have been played.
But they hoped not.
�Yes. It could be a bad thing too.� She said and he gave a mute nod.
There was silence between the pair as they watched the others again. Everyone was doing fine. Well even. Harry felt proud for having fostered this group. They�d be his accomplices in the battles ahead.
�But either way they certainly put up a good show.� She turned to look him, a big smile on her face. He laughed, nodding in agreement.
Things were definitely becoming interesting.
But no matter how light hearted everything seemed, no one had forgotten their original goal. The pictures of Hermione and Draco on the wall were reminder enough.

Walking.
Walking.
It never seemed to stop. Their legs moved on and on but they weren�t getting anywhere. It was terribly exasperating.
And so were the thoughts that wouldn�t seem to go away. The sexual ones.
Both of them were being tortured by the images, the fantasies. Finally Draco had to do something. Anything. Just to make it go away.
The only thing he could do was talk.
He was good at that though. Especially when it came to Granger. Annoying her was his specialty.
And right about now, he needed to get mad at her. To think of her in some other way.
�Hey Granger, you know, all this dirt and heat has done wonders for your hair.�
She heard him loud and clear from behind her where he was walking. She refused to respond though, choosing instead to grind her teeth together and keep going as if she hadn�t heard a thing.
�Seriously, I mean, you should do this all the time. Pour some grime over your head, sleep outside on the ground. Maybe then Weasly would notice you.�
He rather enjoyed baiting her. It was a hobby that had always been satisfying back at school. He found her reactions simply priceless and he hoped to get a rise out of her.
She wasn�t reacting to him now. And with everything else going on, meaning his unshakeable desire for her, he couldn�t stand her silence.
�You don�t agree Granger? Well, I should think you would at least consider it. I mean, you have to do something. And soon. Before your little wonder boy wanders away.� He didn�t miss when she balled her hands into fists at her sides. A grin spread on his face. Good, he was making her uncomfortable. Just a fraction of what he was feeling.
�Or is it already too late? I bet it is. Weasley is no galleon� more like a knut� but no bloke can really wait around for that long. I�m sure he found someone by now who was willi-� He didn�t get to finish what he was saying because in that instant Hermione turned on him, a deadly glare in her eyes.
But she hadn�t quite calculated their distances because when she spun, she came face to face with him, only an inch between their bodies at most.
Draco could feel the heat radiating off her, very different from the air around him. He was sure it was partly from anger but he couldn�t help but feel that there was something else there as well.
She didn�t say anything, her tongue tied and her head spinning. She was so close to him, close enough that she could feel his breath on her face. And his amazing smell, as well. It was overpowering.
Any amusement Draco had been feeling disappeared immediately. Her body being as close as it was caused his own to react wildly. It was all the push he needed.
He was going over the edge.
Without hesitation he grabbed her arms and slammed her body against his own. She didn�t protest. Didn�t push away. Instead, she let out a grunt of surprise and� arousal.
It drove Draco crazy.
Their kiss was intense. It was the only way to describe it. In that moment, there were no trees, no ground, no sky. Nothing except him and her and all the rest blended together in a blurry backdrop.
Their tongues wrestled with each other until Draco eventually won out. He relished in the taste of her as his tongue explored the hot, wet cavern of her mouth.
It was like static crackled around them. They could feel the tension building higher and higher. It had been building. Since the moment they arrived back in the forest.
Hermione could feel the affect she had on him. It was pressing against her stomach at the moment, pointing up at her belly button.
She reveled in the feel of it against her. The feel of all of him against her.
Hermione Granger was not a promiscuous person by nature. But she was still female. Hormones did overtake her once in a while. This just happened to be one of those rare times, she assumed.
But that was as far as her thinking got because Malfoy�s mouth moved down to her neck and collar bone. It was all feeling from there on out.
The sensations were incredible as his lips worked the skin. At one point he made his way up to her ear lobe and she shivered when he let out a shaky breath. The sound vibrated through her entire being. And then his lips touched. He sucked her lobe between his teeth and her eyes shot open in surprise.
She moaned.
It felt great.
Obviously he thought so too because his own sound of approval followed.
While his mouth worked so did his hands, moving up and down her sides, to her front and back. It was almost like he wasn�t sure what he wanted to touch first and couldn�t just stop on one thing. He�d caress her breasts and just as she started to sink into it, he�d move on to her hips and ass.
Her own hands wandered as well, unconsciously almost. She loved the feel of how hard his body was compared to her soft one. As she touched him she realized that there were way too many barriers between them. Quickly she pulled open his robes and pulled his shirt out of his pants so that she could run her hands up his abs and chest, feeling the smooth skin underneath.
For some reason, she�d expected him to be cold. But he wasn�t. In fact, he was very, very warm.
No, correction. He was hot.
And she craved that heat suddenly. Needed it like she needed air.
Draco seemed to be thinking the same because he stopped smothering her with his kisses just long enough to throw off his robe and shirt.
Hermione thought he was going to kiss her again but instead he grabbed her once more and tore off her robe as well. His actions were frenzied as he then ripped open her button down, not even caring that he had ruined her shirt.
She didn�t care either. All she cared about was the sweet contact once again. She pressed herself against him, her lips colliding with his. He wound his fingers through his hair and she copied his movements. Their chests and stomachs were smashed together and the warmth was overwhelming. In a good way. In a needing way.
Draco aggressively attacked her mouth with his own, not giving her an ounce of mercy. She fought back just as hard, nipping at his lips and tongue. Her fingers racked over his bare chest, causing him to groan in response.
He wanted more. More touch, more contact. His hands went to her breasts, caressing them through her bra. Hermione had never felt anything so glorious in all her life. The feel of his hands all over her. Her nipples pebbled instantly as his expert hands massaged her.

She broke their kiss, freeing her so that she could suckle the skin of his neck. Her teeth scraped roughly along the pale flesh as she dragged her mouth down to his shoulder. She could feel his heart pounding in his chest.
When she bit him he gasped, his hands squeezing her breasts forcefully. He seemed to like it, almost purring in response.
Loved it even.
He couldn�t remember a sexual experience that even came close to this one. This level of need.
But there wasn�t even a tiny part of him that attributed that to the place they were in. He hadn�t even made the connection.
Neither had Hermione. Yet, at least.
It was becoming too much. Too tight. The flames of passion enveloped them as they tore at each other. Roughly, Draco hauled Hermione up against him so that she was no longer standing on the ground. Instinctively she wrapped her legs around his waist, causing her skirt to ride up and reveal her white cotton panties.
They were on the ground in a second, Draco laying on top of her, his hands furiously trying to work off her bra. He didn�t even take the time to unclasp it, instead simply tearing it down the middle and peeling it to the sides to reveal her soft breasts.
He nuzzled them with his face, his breath coming faster and faster. His erection throbbed almost painfully in the confines of his pants. Hermione, as if reading his mind, tentatively reached a hand down and stroked him lightly. Just once, at first. But the slight contact was enough to make him shudder in anticipation.
It seemed to be enough encouragement for her because she then let her palm settle over his bulge, still for a moment, before she massaged him wholly.
Sweat shined on both of them as they meticulously worked at each other. Draco�s mouth sought out Hermione�s left breast, then right. He paid careful attention to both, his teeth pinching her nipples, his tongue lapping at them.
While he worked her upper half, Draco�s hands smoothed down her stomach to rest on her rounded hips. He gripped her tightly there, his fingers digging into her skin. They didn�t rest there long though. With each small moan Hermione made, he knew that he wanted her to make more and more. Louder and louder.
It was even better than listening the night before.
He wanted to cause those moans.
Her skirt had risen up, enough for her underwear to peak out. Without a thought he pushed it up further so that it bunched around her waist. He ducked his head and skimmed his lips over the tops of her panties, inhaling deeply. He could smell her arousal and it was tantalizing.
He slid his fingers underneath the thin material of her underwear and tugged them to the side so that she was almost completely revealed to him. He could see the wetness glistening on her folds, her thighs.
Hermione�s fingers tangled themselves in his blonde hair and he felt her pull harshly on the strands. He obliged her silent demand and moved back up her body, his nose running along the smooth skin between the swells of her breasts.
His lips met hers once again in an explosive encounter.
Hermione gasped into the kiss the moment she felt his fingers touch her. They were doing such marvelous things. They danced around her nether lips teasingly for a moment before going after their real target.
Her nub poked out of its little covering, stiff and begging for his touch. He obliged and rubbed it with the pad of his thumb gently, going in soft circles.
Hermione panted in his ear as she clung to him, holding his head close to hers. Her body was taut as the pleasure began to build inside of her, and Draco was drawing her farther and farther, the archer to her bowed body. Something was going to give soon.
Draco couldn�t tease any longer. Without warning he slid two fingers into her and her body arched up appreciatively. All the sounds she had been making ceased as she let herself drown in the moment. In the sensations.
But Draco wasn�t having that. He wanted her to scream for him.
And he told her so.
Moving his fingers in and out with a steady pace, he curled them, going after the sweet spot with each new plunge.
She couldn�t breath, couldn�t think. The feelings were too intense. She was doing this. In the forest. With Draco Malfoy.
And she didn�t care.
Her hand had long ceased its movements against his hard on and to release some of the pressure Draco straddled her leg and thrust against her thigh. Realizing this, Hermione wiggled a bit so that her thigh up against him, matching his movements, helping him along.
She was close. So close. The feel of his fingers moving inside of her, mimicking what he longed to do himself. The sound of his strangled breathing as he fought to keep in control. It all added to the intense pleasure she was experiencing.
He increased the speed of his movements and Hermione�s eyes shot open in response. The air was caught in her lungs and she realized that she�d been holding her breath.
She let it out.
And in that moment, everything seemed to come back to her. Her senses were dulled just a small bit as the fog cleared from her brain. She was looking straight up.
At the tree they were under.
The Yew tree.
The same exact one that she�d seen the day before. The familiar red flowers were falling all around her, coating the ground like a soft blanket of snow. How had she not noticed before?
It hadn�t occurred to her previously that the Yew only bloomed flowers in the fall.
It was March. The tree should have been bare.
Finally she let out her breath, only to take another, deeper one.
This wasn�t the forbidden forest. They had been going in circles for the past two days, not getting anywhere closer to home.
And what they were doing, the strong sexual urges they had for each other� it was just part of the trap. It had to be.
She should tell him. She knew she should.
But she couldn�t bring herself to do it. Not yet. It all felt far to amazing to stop.
His fingers continued to work her while his other hand had moved to cradle the side of her face. Out of instinct she titled her head toward it and he ran his thumb over her smooth wet lips.
No, she definitely didn�t want this to stop.
Then she mentally slapped herself.
She couldn�t be doing this. Hermione Granger could not be doing this! Laying on the ground, snogging with Malfoy. More than snogging.
What was she thinking?
She wasn�t, and she realized in that instant that it was just like all of the other traps. All of the other places they�d been in. It was almost as if they were designed to provoke a certain emotion.
Not almost. That was it. She�d figured it out. What was happening to them was all because of the place they were in.
�Malfoy.� She panted. It was practically impossible not to considering how he was making her feel.
�Draco. Call me Draco.� He whispered it in her ear and she found herself clinging to him, her hands gripping his shoulders. All she wanted to do was give in. To let him have her. To let the emotions have her.
But that would be bad. She didn�t know how or why, but she just knew it would be.
�Malfoy we have to stop. Stop!�
He did. Reluctantly, though. He was shaking as he lifted himself and hovered over her, his hands now placed on either side of her body.
�Are you okay?�
She was so stunned by the honesty in his voice. By the genuine concern for her wellbeing. It made her pause a moment, long enough for her to stare at him. His eyes were dark, clouded with passion and intensity. He took deep, strong breaths.
He looked so human. So real to her.
She�d never seen it before.
�Hermione?�
He used her given name, bringing her crashing back down to reality like nothing else could.
�This isn�t right. This is part of the trap. Don�t you see it? We don�t really want to do this.�
He was hearing her words but he disagreed with every single one of them. He really did want to do this.
And so did she. He could tell by the wetness that covered his left hand.
He lowered his head, burring it in the crook of her neck as he suckled on her sensitized flesh once more.
He was rewarded with a sharp moan.
It was almost enough to make her give in. She knew the pleasure he could ignite in her. She�d felt it. And she wanted to feel it again.
But that wasn�t acceptable. Hermione Granger was not an indulgent person. Even now, under the most incredible circumstances, she wasn�t going to let the desires get the best of her.
�No, please. We have to stop. This is just a trick. Again.�
A deep rumble erupted from his throat and Hermione knew that he was aggravated. But she had to stop this. While she still could.
�What do you mean a trick?� He asked, his face still hidden in her neck.
�Look up. It�s the same Yew Tree we passed yesterday. I noticed the flowers. I know you know as well as I do that this isn�t the right season for those to be blooming.� He gave no reaction and she sighed heavily against him. �Come on Malfoy. Do you honestly think we�d be doing this if there wasn�t some other force helping us along?�
He didn�t move right away, partly because he didn�t want any of it to end. But if she wanted him to stop, he would stop. Draco Malfoy was definitely above forcing himself on a girl. He would never do that, though, a small part of him wanted to. It was frightening to him. Enough to make him push away from her.
He looked up and saw the tree in question. She was right. He knew the Yew Tree, at least well enough to know she was telling the truth. Therefore, could she be telling the truth about their emotions as well? It made sense. These sudden feelings were coming from somewhere else, not them.
They were both still for a moment as they contemplated what all of it meant. Finally, Draco rolled off of her and onto his knees. His head was in his hands, his forehead pressed to the ground. He let out an angry yell, shaking his lithe frame.
Hermione lay there for a moment, still staring up at the tree. Disbelief had rained over her, followed then by confusion. Now she was just numb.
Sighing softly she lifted herself and fixed her skewed clothing.
�Malfoy, how do we make it stop?� Because she had no idea. These emotions were quite new to her and she was completely unsure as how to control them. But she had suspicions that perhaps he knew.
Draco didn�t move from his curled up spot on the ground. He tried to draw in calming breaths but it didn�t work.
All he could think about was fucking her. Shoving her pretty little ass down again and fucking her like no one ever could.
It was amazing he was even coherent enough to understand her question.
She sounded so innocent, so scared, so weak. It turned him on more, but it made him a bit nervous as well.
They had to get out. Had to defeat whatever it was they were fighting.
At the moment it was a deep yearning. An unquenchable thirst. And it wasn�t going away.
Roughly he banged his head into the ground, grumbling to himself. He had to think of something. Had to find a way to get them out.
But the only thing he could think of to get rid of this particular problem� was to wait.
Easier said than done.
�We have to just wait it out.�
Hermione�s face fell at his words. She wished there was some trick or something they could do to make it go away but apparently not. So she had to just stop. And hope that, in time, the feelings would dissolve.
It took all the effort they had, all their willpower, but within a few minutes the two of them had moved to opposite sides of the little clearing. Draco had grabbed his clothes and put them back on and now they both sat, leaning against tree trunks, and trying their hardest not to jump each other.
Things only got worse. Minutes passed and Draco found that he wasn�t in control at all. In fact, with each new moment, he seemed to be getting more and more aroused. A lone hand trailed down his body and came to rest on his crotch. He rubbed himself through the material of his trousers.
Hermione witnessed it all and she was unable to tear her eyes away. He was stroking himself up and down, a pained expression on his face.
She unconsciously licked her lips.
�Can you please stop that. It�s distracting me.� It aroused her too, but she couldn�t tell him that.
�Well what do you fucking want me to do?� He snapped, very angry that it was his own hand and not hers on his erection right now.
She glared at him, her lips formed into a tight line.
She didn�t know what to tell him. They just had to wait, like he said. It wasn�t working for her either but she knew that eventually the feelings had to go away.
Right?
She prayed that it would.
Still, sitting and waiting wasn�t something that Hermione was very good at. She liked to be actively doing something. It made her feel productive.
Sitting against a tree made her feel very unproductive.
But it wasn�t like she had any input. This wasn�t something she was exactly familiar with. Far from it. So she was putting all of her trust in Malfoy, hoping that he was right.
That didn�t make her feel very good at all.
Time ticked by. They weren�t sure how much. But still, nothing changed. Hermione squirmed a bit, her wet knickers becoming uncomfortable. She just wanted release from the sweet agony.
Any sort of release.
It reminded her of earlier that morning, when she�d seen Malfoy doing push ups. Expelling energy.
Maybe she should do that?
And then it hit her.
That morning, Malfoy had seemed wound up tight. He had been doing push ups like he�d die if he stopped.
Was he�? No. It couldn�t be.
Could it?
�Malfoy?� She started, hesitantly. �Remember this morning when you were exercising?�
His attention shot to her, almost as if he knew where this was going.
�Were you� um, I mean� did you� well, were you turned on?� She was blushing brilliantly, despite the fact that they�d just had a nice tumble on the ground together. Doing it was one thing but openly talking about it was quite another.
He snorted at her.
�Yeah, what of it?� She was shocked that he admitted to it so easily, though, he was very defensive.
�Did it help?�
He shrugged.
Hermione pondered it all for a moment, ideas swirling around in her head. She supposed that it made sense. If they focused their energies on something else, something non-sexual, then eventually they would tire themselves out on it.
It was worth a shot.
�We need to do that.�
He stared at her confusedly for a moment, not quite following. As a matter of fact, the way she sat there looking so delectable, he was surprised he could follow anything she said.
�We need to get up, go away from each other, and just physically exhaust ourselves. The exertion will make us concentrate on something else. Make our bodies refocus.�
She was right and he felt quite stupid for not thinking of it first. After all, he had been the one doing the very same thing that morning. But he supposed she, being who she was, would naturally have a clearer head about this type of thing than he would.
It was as good idea as any.
�Okay, then, lets go.�
He jumped up and turned from her, heading off into the fake forest.
Hermione went the opposite way, immediately breaking into a run. She had to make her body tired and the forest seemed like the perfect place to do it.
Tree stumps and logs lay in her path and she easily leapt over them. It was difficult to get to a full run in such a confined area so to make up for it she would jump and spin around. Anything to make her body work harder.
There were many trees surrounding her and as soon as she spotted a smaller one she ran over to it and began to climb. Her shoes were definitely not made for such a thing, and neither were her clothes once she thought about it, but it didn�t matter. She pushed herself up and pulled on those branches. When she got to the top, she climbed back down and ran to find another tree to do it all over again.
Draco had been doing the same; running and climbing and trying to waste his energy. But it wasn�t working. He was a very active guy normally and it took a lot to get him to that point of complete physical exhaustion. And to get rid of the desires he had, he knew he had to get it that far.
It made him angry. The entire situation did. He couldn�t believe that he had gotten into this with Granger in the first place. They�d been gone for weeks, been through hell, and there was no sign of it stopping.
His entire body was in a tizzy and he was beyond flustered. Out of pure exasperation Draco stopped running and furiously punched a nearby tree.
A howl of pain and irritation escaped him. He�d reached his limit. He was all balled up and the only thing he could do was let it out. So he did.
He kicked and hit that poor tree over and over again. It hurt. The pain was strong but the anger was stronger.
But it was helping. His arousal was diminishing more and more as his temper took over.
With each punch he pushed out another unwanted feeling.

Hermione couldn�t breathe. Her arms were weak and she felt as if she wouldn�t be able to go anymore. But she had to. Because there was still that small part of her that was completely aware of her desires. It was craving and begging for her to give in.
She swallowed, her throat dry and scratchy. There wasn�t anyway she was going to stop now.
With renewed determination Hermione pushed herself harder and harder. Her pace had slowed but she wasn�t giving up. Red in the face and stubborn as hell, she gritted her teeth and kept going.
Eventually she tired herself out so much that she literally collapsed to the ground, unable to move anymore. It had taken a while, she was sure, but her concept of time had gone out the window. She wasn�t alert to anything around her except the aching in her legs and the burning in her lungs as she pulled in a much needed breath.
She was so tired.
Within seconds, she was asleep.

His hand were cut up and bloodied. Bits of bark and dirt had embedded themselves in his gashes and it stung when he touched them. That was good. The pain was effective; more so than anything else he�d tried.
Even though he�d been fighting the tree, he had literally beat himself to a pulp in the process.
But it wasn�t quite enough yet.
Taking a few steps back, Draco took a breath and then pushed forward, ramming his body into the trunk of the tree.
The impact forced him backwards, knocking air right out of him.
He did it again.
And again.
Only after a few times of throwing himself at the hard surface, he was staggering on his feet.
Again he took a few steps back, setting himself up once more.
Something rolled down the side of his face and it took him a moment to realize it was blood. He�d cut open his forehead, his cheek, and mostly every other part of his body.
Draco stared at the tree as if he were staring down an opponent of some sort.
Then, with one last great effort, he flung himself at the it and was satisfied when he heard something crack at the collision.
The pain was sharp and he immediately felt dizzy. Falling to the ground, he passed out, unconscious.
Unknowingly, they both disappeared.

AN: Alright! That was so tough to write, haha. I know you all are mad at me but, alas, I had to do it. They couldn�t sleep together! Sorry! But I hope you will forgive me ;)

Next time: Did they successfully beat lust? If so, what happens next? And more from the DA and Hogwarts.
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