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Fondu Au Noir	By : Wander_Lust Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Harry/Hermione Views: 77870 -:- Recommendations : 2 -:- Currently Reading : 4
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I know where to go.

The Knightbus comes as expected and I go in, telling Stan to take me to the Leaky Cauldron, ignoring his chime of "Happy Christmas".
I know that Harry will look for me here but it the quickest place to go to send and wait for an owl and I don't plan on staying long.
I keep my cloak hood low so the eyes staring at me can't make out my face and whisper about what one of the Potter twins is doing all alone during Christmas. The Knight bus takes me directly to the Leaky Cauldron from the muggle side. It's unsurprisingly dead in the place except for a few shifty characters scattered around. I head to Tom keeping my head low.
"Hello, I need to borrow an owl."
"Ten sickles." Tom says gruffly, unpleasant as always. It's overpriced but I pay him anyway, following after him as he unlocks to small owlery three stories up.
"Choose anyone yer want. But that one-" he says pointing to a handsome silver and black owl "-is a biter. Don't say I didn't warn yer."
"Alright, thanks." I say as I take the owl treats to lure one over.
I whistle crisply, holding out my arm with the treat. Surprisingly, it's the black and silver owl that I was warned against that comes down to me, roughly snatching the treat from my hand.
I climb down the stairs with the owl as Tom tsk's behind me. Ignoring him, I sit down at a table away from sight and begin to write. It takes me two tries to get it right.
I send the letter off with a twinge of nervousness. If he doesn't answer things will be harder for me.
However, it turns out I have nothing to fear when-much quicker than I anticipated- a response comes by means of a different owl than I had sent. Hastily, I take the letter, feeding the new owl a treat before tearing into the letter.
Potter,
That owl was abysmal, I sent it away. Use Trigon to communicate with me from now on. I glance at Trigon, finding the name to be suitable for the magnificent jet black owl.
On the other matter, it's about time you left and it is good that you came to me. I will help you get away. My father owns a tavern in Knockturn alley that is very exclusive called Pure Lux. I've sent ahead a letter to set you up there. Follow Trigon, he will show you the way. Give the name Magda. You won't need any money and its futile to try to pay since it costs 25,000 galleons a night.
I blanch at this, my mind blanking out. What in the world could be in that hotel that would make it be worth spending that much a night? I have half a mind to write him back and tell him to forget it. I wanted help but to be so indebted to him...
However, I won't, no matter how much it leaves a sour taste in my mouth. Harry will find me anywhere else.
Gripping the letter with distaste, I continue.
I suggest you try to amp up your appearance. Tame that thing on top of your head and wear something that I wouldn't put on a house elf. I mean it Potter. I'll be there tomorrow.
Malfoy
I scowl, feeling very perturbed that Malfoy thinks he can just come tomorrow even though I didn't ask for him to come nor do I want to see him. I don't have any fight in me though so I'll allow it. I turn my head to Trigon.
"Okay, Trigon. Take me to this spectacular lodge." I say as I stand, pulling my hood further on my head. Trigon watches me with glorious amber eyes, his truly striking wings elegantly unfolding. He is effortless in flight.
A flash of jet black hair getting tousled from the wind, flashes through my mind.
Harry.
I bite my lip, seeing him so clearly in my mind. His lazy smile as he soars in the brilliant blue sky, face up towards the sun, at ease and arresting. It twists my heart to think of it.
Stop. Stop. Stop it! But it doesn't stop and the feeling in my heart just keeps welling up painfully.
I follow Trigon to the dodgy part of town. I get a nervous thrill through me as we turn into Knockturn Alley. It's much darker over here, colder. We pass Flevermois and Ganner Bats and Skins and my skin literally crawls when I see the spiders running wild in a shop across from it. We walk further, passing newspaper clippings and all sorts of degenerate people when finally Trigon stops, perching himself on a small gate between two shops.
I walk up to it finding only a darkened stairway quite unexpectedly. It's hard to tell what is up there. I put my hand on the iron peg, leaning in to peer closer.
I'm not ashamed to admit that I jump nearly out of my skin when a ghost seemingly materializes in front of me.
"Name?" The ghost was tall when alive, standing at least six foot two in front of me and quite handsome with swept-back hair and a strong angular face.
"Er, I'm looking for the Pure Lux Tavern." Ghost man smiles, showing off perfectly straight teeth.
"Your name, Miss." Confused, I feel very unsure of myself as I stutter out an answer.
"Magda." It sounds like a question, embarrassingly enough. Ghost man stays with his polite smile, though, there is definite amusement in his eyes.
"This way, miss."
The gate swings open before me and I follow the ghost up the stairs. Thankfully he doesn't make small talk with me but just quietly floats in front of me.
I miss the grandeur of the place in my numbness. It's lost to me. I just follow the ghost, stepping this way and that way with an absence of presence.
"Here is your suite, my lady." The ghost announces, opening the two white doors dramatically.
"Thank you." I step inside the room. Its a very sophisticated style and the only place I've seen in the Wizarding World that is modern. Perhaps that's why it costs so much because it is so chic and definitely high-class mugglish.
The door shuts behind me as I go further into the room. Somehow, without my realizing, my bags have already been set up, clothes placed in the grand wardrobe. I cross over the room to the bed and sit down. It's the softest bed I've ever felt and unconsciously my hand starts rubbing over the soft comforter.
I'm at a loss of what to do. There is such a horrible ache in my chest, I feel like I can throw up. Alone, finally away from him, images of him and Ginny together plague my mind. Her gasp when he entered her. The slapping sound of skin as he fucked her.
I've thought about them together so many times in the past but to actually have seen it...
I need some air. I feel like I'm suffocating with these thoughts. Luckily, there is a balcony in this 25,000 galleon per night hotel. I beeline for it, thrusting open the doors and grasping the railing as I breathe in the cold air.
The sound of giggling had my head turning to the right. I scowl reflexively at the sight that meets my eyes.
Sitting there, oblivious to my presence, sat a man a dashingly handsome man with a topless brunette in his lap. He held a cigarette loosely in his fingers of his right hand, the other was stroking up and down the girls long legs as he nuzzled the side of her neck.
Their intimate interaction made me want to throw up. I look away, disgusted, and head for the door.
"Oh James!"
The woman's breathy moan gives me pause. I can't help but look over, like a fly drawn to the flame.
The man's hand has taken a dive between the womans legs. My heart spikes, I suck in a sharp breath of air.
His fingers are thrusting into her hard and fast, causing these deviant wet sounds that even I could hear.
"James! Don't stop!" The woman seems as if she's about to go crazy. Her legs shaking, her body writhing as her hands sought purchase.
"So wet." His voice is deep, sexy. He's utterly cool as he brings this woman such intense pleasure, his face fixed in a shit-eating grin. "You're gonna cum for me just like this...by my fingers."
I'm entranced at the sight of his fingers pumping in and out of her, at the utter ecstasy on her face.
My own needs rise. I want to touch myself. I remember how glorious it had felt when Harry's fingers had been doing the same thing to me.
The woman's head falls back, moaning loudly as the muscles in her stomach spasm.
"That's it. Tighten around my fingers." His fast and hard assault did not stop even as the girl climaxed. The wet slapping sounds as he thrust his fingers in and out of her reached my ears even from where I stood.
I turn away with a gasp, feeling needy, disgusted, tormented.
I walk away, on trembling legs, wanting to stay and watch, hating this need coming from the apex of my thighs.
"Happy Christmas, little one."
I gasp and spin around with utter mortification. The devastatingly handsome man smirks at me knowingly as he sucks on his fingers. The woman on his lap shrieks in surprise as my face heats up impossibly and I run back into my room. I can hear the loud barking laugh as I go. I slam the door shut and lean on it, heart pounding for a totally different reason now.
How utterly awful! I can't believe he knew I was there and still continued! I can't believe I stayed watching that long! I hit myself in the head as I continue to berate myself.
"What the bloody hell is the matter with you?"
I jump like a skittish animal, raising my eyes to Malfoy's as he steps away from the grandiose fireplace.
"Malfoy!" My voice is breathy as if I'd just ran a mile. He eyes me distastefully which does not help my growing ire.
"I thought I told you not to come looking ghastly." He responds, flicking his fingers at my clothes as he seats himself onto a luxurious love seat. "Is your sense of style so warped you don't know how not to look like a hag?"
"I don't care what you or anyone else thinks about my looks, Malfoy. What are you doing here? You said you weren't coming till tomorrow." I can't help the suspicion in my voice. I hate unexpected things.
"I was able to get away, simple as that. I honestly thought you'd be bawling your eyes out and hoped to snap a photo."
I frown at him, not taking any humor in the teasing lit to his voice. My need still hasn't died and I'm desperate, tired and just needing to masturbate, to relieve some stress, to forget.
Which requires Malfoy to leave. Now.
"Well, you shouldn't have come. Not today or tomorrow or the next day or the next. I don't want to be bosom buddies and I certainly don't need a shoulder to cry on."
"Ah, yes, of course, all you want is your Harry, isn't that right?" His spiteful face nor the bitter edge to his tone of voice aren't as surprising as they should be. What is surprising is the smile that he turns on me, eyes bright with malicious glee. "But Harry obviously doesn't want you. He's not like what you thought of him, is he now? Prefers to be normal- imagine that!"
"It doesn't matter to me if you think I'm sick-" I start only to stop when Malfoy suddenly springs up from his reclined position to stride over to me.
"That's the thing, Potter!" he says excitedly as I try to get away from him, alarmed at what I perceive to be madness on his face. He grabs my upper arms and I tremble as I whisper his name, hoping I didn't make a horrible mistake asking him for help. "I don't care if you're mad! It's Potter who did everything wrong. He's not what you thought him to be so you don't need him anymore. Your bond wasn't as fault proof as you thought. I wouldn't have done that. I would have accepted you even if you were my sister, my mother, my aunt, anyone!"
I shake as he speaks, covering my ears like a child until I can't take it anymore.
"Stop! Stop!" I shriek, just wanting the noise to stop, wanting him to go away. "Have you gone mad? Where is all of this coming from? I don't believe you Malfoy! I want you to leave!"
His smell overwhelms me, sickens me.
Is this what I want? This sort of maddening obsession? This sort of suffocating devotion?
Is this what Harry felt with me? It's scary.
"Hermione." Malfoy said simply. I raise my eyes to his feeling things I've never felt before. Pity. Regret.
"Malfoy, I've made a mistake." My voice is dull. I feel tired all the sudden. Numb. I realize that somethings not right with me, feeling all these things in such quick succession... "This isn't what I want."
He looks at me, listening but not really hearing.
"I don't care Potter. If this isn't what you want then too bad." I looked at him saw that same absence of light in his eyes that mirrored my own. Harry's eyes aren't like ours; even when he seems withdrawn there is always a light in his eyes that belies the fighting spirit in him. He will always fight to change his circumstance, always hopeful.
"Because I know its a lie." He continued.
"You're not understanding, Malfoy," I'm so conscious of my lips with him so close. "It's not right to try to validate your existence by someone else. That's not love."
"Ah," he says taking a step back and looking at me with a humorless smile. "Now that rings true. But everyone-everyone- wants someone of their own."
"It's dif-"
"It's not different, Potter, and you're not wrong to want it. You don't have to suffer, you can have it with me. Harry doesn't understand-"
"Don't talk about Harry as if you know him! You know nothing about us! Nothing about me!" Malfoy smiles at my outburst. It's a knowing superior smile that I've seen him wear many times in the past that has never ceased to frustrate me.
"But I do know you." He whispers quietly into my ear. His breath makes the hair around my face tickle and every nerve ending on edge.
"What are you talking about Malfoy?"
"I know about your life outside of here. I know all about Dursley's and I know what you've been keeping secret from your precious brother."
My heart stills. My body stills. Shutting down, giving up. I sink down, his hand sliding down my wrists hold them up keeping me prisoner as he continues to speak.
"I was there the first time, Potter."
I turn my hollow eyes up at him as he smiles down at me without humor, with a hard almost savage glint. Strangely, he looks like he's about to cry.
"My father... him and his death eater buddies did it that first time. They found out where you guys lived when you showed up on the roster to go to Hogwarts. They were going to torture you guys themselves. They wanted to get revenge. They thought it would be fun. They did it all the time back then. My father made me come. He liked bringing me to watch them when they did those things. And I saw you guys."
He kneels down, dragging me in on this horror story, those grey eyes of his tortured and haunted.
"They expected that the so-called "saviors of the wizarding world" would be living it up. They thought you guys would be happy but we saw the truth. We say you guys doing chores and heard that fat man screaming at you guys when you didn't do something right. You were like little slaves. It made them laugh. They loved it."
Malfoy's eyes looked wild as if he was right there again, as if he could hear them laughing.
"My father used imperio so many times so he'd hit you guys but you guys were so used to it you guys would barely cry. It wasn't enough for them. It was after Harry had been locked under the stairs when finally you went to sleep that one of the death eaters suggested it. It was my father's imperio that sent that thing into your room that night. He made me watch as you screamed, as you were violated, as you tried to fight and only to get beaten even more. I saw him rape you. It was Dolohov who stopped your magic every time it would act up."
"S-st-"
"I threw up and my father cruio'd me and made me come back when they did it again and again. They really loved it. Their favorite part was when they'd imperio that thing to rape you. They argued whether to just rape you themselves. My father thought it would be disgusting to actually sully themselves with you but that day when he was arrested they were going to go back and Dolohov, Rockwood and Travers were going to do it. They were supposed to rape you that night."
My stomach churns, cold sweat sliding over my skin. I think I might throw up all over Malfoy. His wrists are the only thing anchoring me.
"I was so relieved when my father was arrested. I thought it would be over. I'd never have to watch someone being tortured or killed ever again. But I remembered you every day. I saw you every time my eyes would close. I'm the only one who knows, Hermione. I was there with you."
"Could Harry say that?" He whispers, pulling me like a doll over to him onto his lap. I stare out unseeing and lost.
"I went back to watch you." His fingers whisper through my hair. A loving gesture. I shiver.
"It was months later, of course. I was going to talk to you. I was going to confess everything and beg for forgiveness and promise to keep you safe. I think I loved you. I saw you and Harry though and you were laughing with him while you guys did chores outside. You were filthy and you had a bruise on your cheek but you looked happy. It was so strange I couldn't do anything but stay there and watch. I watched you guys all day."
"When I saw you and Harry for the first time at Hogwarts I wanted to talk to you again. I was going to but I hated how you never let go of his hand. I hated how you'd look at him. I started hating you. I still do. I hate everything you do because it's all been for him. All you've ever done was take care of him."
I can hear it now. The longing. I breathe in his scent and still hate it but my hand comes up to clutch his shirt.
Is this real?
I don't like any of this one bit.
"Y-you-" I clear my throat, struggle with the void and breath breath breath his hateful scent. When I finally have it together I try again. "You don't love me, Malfoy."
"I don't know what love means. It's for fairy tales."
"No, I know what it means. I love Harry."
I push away from him. My cheeks feel wet. I wipe them not realizing that I had been crying at all.
My eyes snap to him when both of his hands come up to capture my face. He leans down and my heart stops and I still as he gets closer and closer thinking he's going to kiss me. Instead, his tongue snakes out and licks a tear.
I push him away with all my might, frightened. My heart beats a mile a minute in a flight or fight response.
He smirks at me.
"You look like a scared little lamb in the face of the big bad werewolf. I'm not going to force you, Hermione."
His words don't make me relax. I glare up at him body shaking.
"Why didn't you tell anyone, Malfoy?" I spit. My heart kicks up as I return to a familiar feeling. Anger.
"You could have helped me. You should have told-"
Malfoy's face turns bitter, his smirk sliding right off to something harsher.
"I told my mother." He looks away. His hands clench to fist. "No one else would pay mind to a death eater's son after the truth came out about my father but I thought my mother would do something."
I stop breathing.
"I thought you said you were the only one who knew my secret?"
His eyes slide to me.
"I didn't tell her about the rape but I told her everything else. I told her how you were living and how father imperio'd that thing to hit you guys. I was going to tell her about you but she slapped me. It was the first time she ever raised a hand to me. She told me to never mention it ever again. She thought that if they found out anything more about what my father had done they would take away everything. They had already taken most of the funds and the Manor."
I turn my eyes away, unable to look at him. I'm sickened by everything.
"I hate your family." I whisper, my hands curled into fists. It feels like such an understatement. There's something hot and ugly pooling in my heart. A flash of Malfoy's face beaten and bloodied comes back to mind and that bitter taste in mouth deepens. I shouldn't have healed his wounds.
It would have been so easy for that woman to end it. All she had to do was tell someone and Harry and I wouldn't have had to suffer. Someone could have come and fixed all our wounds with a flick of the wrist just like I did to Malfoy that day. It would have been so easy if she had just said something! But just to protect herself, just so that she could continue to have money and live a nice house she didn't try to help us and she kept her son from saying anything to.
And Malfoy. He could have told someone anyway! He should have tried harder! He shouldn't have been such a coward!
Bitter, angry feelings course through me.
I hate him. I hate him whole bloodline! I want them to all suffer.
I turn my hate-filled eyes onto him.
He sees the look on my face and smirks again but it's laced with bitterness and loathing. He reaches his hand out to touch my cheek again. I let him.
"What an expression. Now just who is the lamb?"
I want to hurt him.
"Your father said he was against raping me because it would be too disgusting, right?" Malfoy's eyes hone in on my lips intensely, his thumb running along my bottom lip.
"Yes." he sticks his thumb into my mouth fixedly. I swirl my tongue around it, hear his breathing getting heavier and heavier. I suck on it then bit down hard until I taste blood enjoying the pained hiss that escapes his lips.
"I can't fuck you, Malfoy. It sickens me." I say, slapping his hand away harshly. Again that bitter smirk.
"I know."
"I hate you." I mean it as I glare at him. "You and your whole family sicken me."
"I know."
I reach out and grab his wrist, nails digging into his skin.
"I don't care if you know my secret. We don't share anything just because you saw, do you understand? I don't care if you pine after me your whole life. I. will. never. love. you."
"I know."
"Get out." I throw his arm away. Malfoy gazes at me. "GET OUT!"
He moves. I stare hatefully at his back as he heads to the fireplace.
I'm pulled too thin. I let my hate consume me. I throw the nearest object at his back but it misses by a long shot and smashes against the wall. Malfoy looks over his shoulder at me as I grab something else to throw. Hastily he grabs floo powder and throws it into the flame. I don't hear the address he says over my enraged howl. I stand breathing heavily in the wake of his departure.
My mind races with everything he's told me. I don't make it to a bathroom as I heave but there's nothing in me to throw up so it's just painful.
I can't stand it.
I try not to wish for Harry.
Malfoy said many truths, that cannot be denied. It is true that the bond I thought Harry and I had wasn't strong at all. Maybe it wasn't even real? Maybe I was the only one that felt it?
I don't want to stay here. I don't want to be me anymore.
Malfoy knows. Malfoy saw.
I can't think about it but then it's all I can think about. What was it like for him? What did he feel when he watch Vernon hit my face and push me down onto the floor? What did he look like when he saw that man violate me? Did he see the blood on his fingers that he shoved in my mouth? Did my screams echo in his ears?
I said that it didn't mean anything that he was there but I was lying.
It definitely means something.
I can use Malfoy. He's given me power over him. It was written all over his face as he looked at me. He wants me to use him. He just wants me.
He'd be a perfect tool for revenge too. I could take photos of Malfoy and myself fucking and send them to his father. That would surely mess with the damned man. Unless Azkaban ruined his mind so much that he might enjoy it. Maybe I should visit personally and say I'm marrying Malfoy. He would surely hate if the bloodline was tarnished. His mother would too.
Harry would too.
The idea just keeps sounding better and better.
They all deserve it and then some. It would torture Malfoy too because I would never let him touch me. I would never give him any love.
Maybe it wouldn't bother Harry too much, though. If I send pictures of us shagging to him that would definitely. Or maybe Weasley would be better for that? What would be worst, Shagging the "enemy" or shagging the best friend?
I just want to hurt him. A crazy feeling since I've only ever wanted Harry to be happy.
It took a lot for me to get here. To contemplate actually having sex with men just to hurt him. It would physically repulse me but I'd push that aside just so he could understand what he has done to me.
Trying to protect me? That's the excuse? That's the reason?
Well, I've never asked for that.
I just asked for us to be together.
And he betrayed me so he deserves some punishment.
I decide right then and there to shag the best friend and the enemy.

I don't sleep. I just sit there and wait, mentally prepare. I want to leave, could leave at any time and yet I feel shackled here. A willing prisoner to Malfoy. Ugh. I truly hate it.

Despite my hatred and anger, I know he'll waste no time coming back here. He wouldn't be able to resist the temptation. I'm just so accessible to him.
I go out onto the balcony as I wait. I let winter chill my bones and numb my mind. I can't think too much about what I've decided to do.
My eyes trail sneakily over to the balcony beside mine. I'm surprised when I see nothing and realize that the privacy wards must be up. That man must have taken them down yesterday on purpose. He probably liked the risk of getting caught. Maybe he's the voyeur type.
There's food on the table when I go back inside and everything I smashed is fixed, the bed made. No doubt the work of house elves. My stomach churns at the thought of eating but force it down anyway. There's no way I'd let anything a house elf made go to waste.
My anxiousness and nervousness disappear as more time goes by until I get impatient. I'm bored holed up in this room, yet every time I reach for a book to read I put it back because I know I wouldn't be able to concentrate.
By dinner time I'm no longer impatient just angry. I worked myself up for no reason.
And then he just shows up, stepping out of the fireplace with a guarded look on his face.
I glare at him and stand from my position on the couch. I grab the nearest thing (a paperweight) and throw it at him. He dodges it (Harry would have caught it) and lets it smash on the wall behind him.
"I have been waiting for you all day!" I bellow as Malfoy straightens up and eyes me.
"What are you talking about? I thought you didn't want me to come!"
"I didn't and so? When have you ever listened to anything I've told you?" He looks at me weirdly as he comes farther into the room.
He gets less cautious when I make no moves to throw anything else at him and sits down on the couch I stand beside.
"So you wanted me to come?" There's a hint of a smirk on his face.
"I expected you to come but a long time ago. Now I want you to leave." He rolls his eyes at me and settles further into the couch. I grit my teeth.
"Look Malfoy, I'm not saying this to be nice. We're not friends. I expected you to come earlier and I wanted to use you but now that's moments passed and I want you to go."
"What did you want to use me for?"
I turn away and shut my mouth with a snap. There's no way I will tell him. I go for a different excuse.
"Your father needs to pay for what he did to me specifically and so does your precious mother for not helping. I want to open a case against them and I want you to testify...and I don't care what you ask of me in return."
"I won't testify against my mother, Potter." His voice is stern. I turn a hot glare to him.
"What she did was wrong!"
"So then open a case against me. I saw it, I didn't say anything."
I wave him off.
"You were a child like me. Your mother should have known better. She should have done something to help."
"They would have taken everything away from us!"
"I don't care! Everything was taken away from me!" I bellow harshly, whipping around to face him.
"Why didn't you tell anyone, then?" He asks quietly.
I grimace, looking away. Suppressed thoughts start to surface.
"Because I've never had to stop and think about it, Malfoy! I repressed it! I didn't even understand fully what had happened until this year. Until I..."
I break off, trembling from my head down to my toes. Malfoy walks around me but I still refuse to look at him.
"Until when, Potter?"
I squeeze my arms around myself. When was it? When did I realize?
"Until I saw Harry touching himself."
I swallow hard, the memory resurfacing. Creeping slowly to his space under the stairs, hearing the low moaning sounds; fear and curiosity running through me. Quiet like a mouse I open the slots to look inside, a low heavy anticipation forming, instantly making my whole body respond. Harry in my minds eye is shirtless, his pale skin such a contrast to the darkness. Harry sucking on something with one hand moving underneath his pants hard and fast, pushing his hips up and down. The strain in his underdeveloped muscles, that pained heady expression, labored breathing.
You could feel the desperateness in every hitched breath of his. He needed to come, was enraptured by his fantasy.
And me, standing out there watching him, wanting to touch him so badly that it ached. Clenching my legs together tightly at the new amazing sensations.
It was then when I remembered.
I remembered being forced to touch him. I remembered gagging around his cock till I thought I'd die from suffocation. I remember the meaty fingers grabbing my body so hard they left bruises, and the out of body experience of overwhelming pain, revulsion and shock.
And then Harry's voice brought me back.
"Hermione." he had moaned, so filled with yearning and then he came into his hand.
I gasped and his eyes flew to me and I ran and that was that. The next day I saw him it was like nothing happened and I thought I'd imagine it all and I shoved it all away.
I sit on the couch lost to my thoughts as Malfoy tries to snap me back.
That had been when Harry had started acting weird. Was it because of that? Could all of this really be because I saw him masturbating and he said my name?
"Hermione."
My eyes snap to Malfoy who has a cold look on his face.
"What about it? Did you get him off? Did you help you brother wank off?"
I stare at him coldly. His jealousy is disgusting. I don't want it from him.
But it's useful.
"Do you want me to touch you, Malfoy? Do you touch yourself wishing it was me?" My words have an immediate gratifying effect on him. His hooded eyes stare fixedly at my lips as I speak. I smile mockingly at him.
"I've never wanted to touch you, you know that of course. I've only ever wanted to do that with Harry. If I had touched him that night, I would have enjoyed making him cum. I wouldn't with you."
I move closer to him, my eyes meeting his directly with dislike. He's tense before me, transfixed despite my heartless words. I tauntingly like my lips and move close enough to kiss. His eyelids flutter, a shaky breath escaping.
He's under my power at that moment. Just like Ron. I look at his lips. They're thin and pink unlike Harry's lips.
"But I suppose you're lucky Malfoy." I say as I move away to grab my wand on the dining table. "Because the object of your desires willing came to you."
I turn to him my eyes hard with my wand in hand .
"However, I'm trapped, Malfoy. I'm not choosing you. If I could have it my way I would never even say your name ever again but since it's like this you might as well be useful to me."
I watched his grey eyes widen and knew I had him. I couldn't help but feel oh-so-very Slytherin.
In that moment of realization, something stirred in my warped and ruined heart. This wasn't right of me to do him. Where was my Gryffindor lionheart?
A humorless laugh escaped me. Who was I kidding? I hadn't really had it in the first place. I had just wanted to be with Harry. I had begged the sorting hat to place me with him. I had always been doing whatever possible to stay with him. Without him my real colors came out. Ugly and twisted. Ruined the moment he had abandoned me and left with only hate.
"Say you want me to use you Malfoy." I demand.
"I want you to use me." It's an immediate reply. I laugh at him. Whereas I'm like a Slytherin, Malfoy's true self must be a Hufflepuff.
"Okay, but you have to listen to everything that I say. If you don't Malfoy I'll use somebody else. It doesn't have to be you, understand?"
"Yes." His voice is heady already lost to a haze of lust.
"You're going to have to prove it."
"Yes."
So compliant. This might actually be good for me too.
"Get on the floor and touch yourself." I order amusement still on my face. Malfoy doesn't hesitate for a second. Immediately he unzips his trousers and bends down to the floor. I lean back against the dining table standing before him.
He pulls his semi-hard cock out from his pants and starts to slide his hands down his shaft. His cock is smaller than Harry's but not by much and darker in color. He stares at me as he does it, spreading the wetness from his precum from the head of his cock down.
The sight of him and this situation in general is intense for me but I don't show it. This is exactly what I wanted. This eagerness, this desperation. Now, in this circumstance the emotions from him that I thought were revolting are exceptional.
"You have no sense of shame do you Malfoy?" I ask with a little smirk tapping my wand against my leg. I walk over to him as he continues to touch himself. Panting with a completely flushed face, Malfoy stares up at me lust-drunk.
I lift my foot up and his breathing stutters as I place it on his shoulder and push him down so he's laying on the floor.
"You don't think it's disgusting at all wanking yourself off as I watch you. You love it, don't you?"
"Merlin, yes!" He groans his hips moving in time with the sliding of his hand, his eyes on me.
I step over him so I'm standing over him with him between my legs.
He reaches one of his wet hands out to touch my ankle but I glare at him and kick his hand away.
"You can't touch me Malfoy, it sickens me."
Malfoy's Adam's apple bobs with a hard swallow. His fully erected cock twitches as he brings his other hand back to his cock his speed going faster.
"Are you going to cum now Malfoy? You didn't last very long now, did you? How pathetic." I hiss. Malfoy lets out another moan, his head falling back and his body straining. His skin shines with sweat and the wet sounds from him wanking sound loud in the silence of the room.
I swish my wand around myself vanishing my clothes
I move up his body until I'm above his head.
"Look at me Malfoy."
Lazily his eyes open, revealing their darkness. He's loving this.
I smirk down at him as he takes in the sight of my naked pussy above him.
"Oh shit!" I twist my body slightly so I can watch him cum. Sperm shoots out landing all over his hands, shirt and floor, his cock visibly throbbing.
I look back down at him smiling as he pants and climbs down from his high. His eyes immediately open to stare straight at my sex. I imagine that I should feel some sort of shame or embarrassment being so exposed but I don't because it's only Malfoy and because I'm the one with the all the power.
"Would you like to taste me?" I ask with faux innocence, spreading myself open and spreading my own wetness.
"Oh god please, yes. Please let me lick you."
Cruelly I laugh at him.
"No." I say as if that's a ridiculous request. However, I lean down sitting practically on his face. He strains his head up sticking out his tongue to taste.
I push his head away and slap his cheek.
"I said no, Malfoy." I say sternly, taking a fistful of his blond hair and pulling it back. "Say you'll behave."
"I'll behave." I like the strained tone of his voice.
"Good. Maybe one day I'll ride your face, you'd like that, wouldn't you?"
"Please, yes."
I let go of his head and smile wickedly at him as I move down his body until I poised over his cock. I move my hips over the air above his reawakening cock
"You'd like it better if I rode your cock, though."
He shakes his head vehemently, his lips parted and panting all over again. I slide my hand down to my pussy touching myself as I rock my hips over him.
"You want to thrust your cock in me so bad right now, don't you?" I ask as I stick my fingers inside. His body starts trembling again, his face completely wanton. I bring my other hand up to my breast. "You're dying to touch me."
"Please, please."
Begging.
God, that sounds so pleasing. I thrust my fingers in and out faster.
"But, ah!mmh! you're...you're not allowed to do that." I gasp, my eyes closing as I go faster, squeezing the nipple of my breast and moving my thumb over my clit.
"Please let me touch you, Hermione. Please let me taste."
"No!" I hiss, opening warning eyes at him as my heart goes wild and sweet make my skin glisten. I moan and now its the wet sounds of my pussy that fill the room. I open my eyes when I hear him moan too.
His touching himself again. his cock getting harder and harder and wetter. I could just sit back slightly and let out naughty bits touch, get off on sliding my pussy up and down his cock without letting him enter me but no. I can't I need to wait and build it up.
I open my eyes to look down at him touch his cock oh so close to my thrusting fingers.
"Fuck, Hermione! Hermione!"
My face scrunches up, my stomach muscles tightening. I orgasm with a loud cry, my body arching. I shoot a hand out before I collapse on Malfoy. For a moment I remain like that hovering over him with my eyes shut as I catch my breath.
I open them to find Malfoy staring at me with his hands still sliding over his cock. He's close too.
"Okay," I say, leaning over to quickly grab my wand before standing up. "That's enough. Get out."
"Wha!"
"Stop touching yourself and get out of here." I say again with no room for argument as I stand back up.
Malfoy looks down at his cock and then back up to me as if to say 'you want me to leave when I'm not done?'
"Get out. If I have to say it again this is over." The sharpness in my tone immediately has Malfoy letting go of his cock. I swish my want and silently accio a robe to cover myself with.
"Herm-"
"You have until I reach the bathroom to get out of here." I say as I make my way over to said door.
I hear Malfoy scrambling to get up. I imagine it must be hard when you have a raging hard on.
"Oh and Malfoy. You're not allowed to do it to yourself or let anyone else do it for you either." I hear the sharp breath Malfoy takes before he replies.
"I-"
"Three more steps till I'm at the door, Malfoy."
His answer is the swoosh of the fireplace.
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