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Chapter 11: The Forbidden Forest

It was impossible for Harry to keep his mind on his Alchemy homework. His thoughts kept drifting back to the events of the day's potions class. He couldn't stop thinking about the set of invisible hands that had so expertly caressed and excited him.

‘It has to be Harara,' Harry was convincing himself.

He had intended to talk to her later on in the day, but the only other subject he had with Harara that day was Care of Magical Creatures, and she was always too enthralled with the lesson and helping Hagrid.

Harry's thoughts of Harara were soon disturbed by Hedwig tapping at the window. The dark haired teen made his way over to her with large strides, knowing that she most likely had Sirius's answer to his letter.

Carefully he let the large snowy owl inside, letting her perch on his strong arm while he untied the letter she carried.

After a few quick strokes down Hedwig's white, feathery back, Harry returned to his desk to open Sirius's letter.

‘Meet me at 1:00 am by the common room fire.'

Harry quickly glanced down at his pocket watch. 12:42 am. Yawning, he rose from his seat, and made his way out to the common room quietly, not wanting to disturb his sleeping roommates.

As he reached the top of the stairs leading down into the common room, he saw a female figure sweeping out of the picture hole. Her feet moved swiftly and gracefully, and her long forest green hair flowed like a waterfall down the back of her green, velvet cloak, almost blending in with it.

‘Where is she going?' Harry wondered silently.

A worried panic shot through Harry. He knew Harara had some kind of fascination with the forest, and he also knew that entering those trees alone at night was practically suicide.

Forgetting about Sirius, Harry dashed out the picture hole, and into the corridors of the large castle. Silently Harry began making his way down the wide stair cases, keeping a close watch for Filch, Hogwarts' caretaker, and his cat, Mrs. Norris.

It seemed like forever until Harry had finally reached the entrance into the Forbidden Forest. The night was clear with millions of dancing stars upon the midnight blue horizon, and Harry could just make out the glowing sliver of the waning moon through the thick mass of dense trees.

He breathed the cool night air in deeply as he silently wished that he had caught up with Harara before ever reaching this far.

The night was unusually still and quiet as Harry quickened his pace, and made his way into the dark forest. Ahead through the trees he could see a glittering green light shining and almost pulsing.

Harry pulled his thick cloak tight around his lithe frame as he ventured towards the green light. The ground lightly squished under his firm footsteps like there was a thin layer of mud covering the ground. As he crept nearer, the light became very bright, making several of the surrounding trees look like they were pulsating and moving.

Harry slightly slowed his pace, and piered through the thick trees to spy the source of the shimmering light that was throbbing about 50 yards in the distance. It was Harara sitting cross-legged upon the ground with her back towards him.

Before he could take another step further a hand firmly grasped the back of his cloak, and pulled him a few paces back. Then before Harry could let out a scream he heard Professor Snape's cold voice speaking in his ear.

"What do you think you are doing in the forest alone at night, Potter?" He gave the Gryffindor a hard look, and then sternly continued on without giving him a chance to reply.

"You know very well that you are not permitted out into this forest, and your continued disrespect for the rules disgusts me!" he spat in a shallow whisper as he began pushing Harry back in the direction of the castle.

Immediately Harry swung around facing Snape.

"How can you just ignore what's happening! Can't you even see that Harara is under some kind of spell?!" he said, his voice filled with venom, his face contorting with anger.

Snape narrowed his eyes, and looked coldly at Harry.

"Do not attempt to concern yourself with matters that do not require your attention nor concern. Miss Morgan has permission to be here tonight."

Then cutting off Harry's protests he continued, "The matter is closed, Potter! I am bringing you back to your common room, and if I so much as see your head poke out from it you will receive an extremely severe reprimand."

Draco Malfoy piered silently from behind a huge pine tree as he watched Professor Snape veer Harry back towards the castle. He could just barley make out the sounds of Snape's harsh voice scolding the dark haired boy, causing the blonde Slytherin to snicker.

As the pair made their way back towards the castle, and out of sight, Draco turned his focus back towards Harara. Everything about her was alluring. The way she looked, the way she talked, the way she carried herself all seemed to call out to him. He knew he should resist her though. She had said it herself. They were from two different worlds, and besides that he wasn't quiet sure his father would ever approve of him being with a Gryffindor, especially a Mudblood loving Gryffindor who is friends with Potter. Though in spite of all he knew, he just couldn't break away from her enticing spell, and tonight's added mystery just attracted him more.

Draco made his way determinedly over to where Harara sat surrounded by light. As his foot steps approached within her ear shot the light immediately ceased, and left the forest dark and almost motionless.

Harara swiftly turned round, spotting Draco approaching her, and very quickly rose, pulling her dark green cloak around her warm, naked body. When Draco finally reached her, he firmly grasped her shoulders and stared deeply into her shinning green eyes until Harara broke the lingering silence.

"Wh-what are you doing out here?"

Draco narrowed his silver eyes, and looked sternly at her.

"Why don't you tell me?"

Changing his expression to a puzzled, almost worried look he continued his questioning,

"I was walking around the lake when I saw Potter running into the forest, so I followed him, and here you are. What are YOU doing out here? What aren't you telling me?"

Harara shot a bewildered look back at the handsome blonde.

"Harry? Why is Harry here? Where is he?"

At this Draco glared angrily at her.

‘Does everything have to be about that stupid Wonder Boy?!' he thought to himself.

"Harry was stupid enough to be caught by Professor Snape! And this isn't about Harry! It's about you not telling me what's going on!"

Harara took a deep breath trying to calm herself before her eyes clouded over to black.

"That's none of your business, Malfoy! Stop trying to push your way into my life! I told you that I don't like you, and I meant it!" Harara practically screamed.

Draco's eyes stared wildly at Harara. His entire being was filled with a combination of rage and hurt as he sternly and almost too calmly said, "I'm putting an end to this charade."

Then in one quick jerk, he tore Harara's green cloak off her dark naked body. He stared wide and shocked at her exquisite, naked body for a quick second before firmly grasping her by the waist, and carrying her over to a nearby pine tree whose trunk was tall and thin.

Moving quickly, and ignoring Harara's protests and angry screams, Draco quickly positioned her hands together at the trunk of the tree, making her slightly bend at the waist. Using his free hand, He grasped his wand, and waved it at the tree while almost yelling, "Vinitor Cresco!"

Instantly two large vines began swiftly growing out of the tree, and wrapped around Harara's wrists, securing her tightly to the tree in an awkward bending position.

Draco's body pumped with anger, hurt, and want all at the same time. Moving fast, he stripped his upper body of his thick black cloak and shirt, then laid one bare palm upon Harara's exposed backside, and wrapped his free arm around her torso, supporting her body. Harara's firm ass felt smooth and perfectly muscular underneath his strong hands as he firmly massaged it.

Bending down, Draco whispered very calmly in her ear, "Now are you going to tell me?"

Harara's dark complexion flushed to a deep shade of red as her emotions went in every direction at once. She didn't know whether to feel mad, humiliated, or turned on, and even worse she didn't know whether she should be, or even could be honest with him. He was sure to be revolted by who she truly was, and even though her conscious mind hated everything about him, her passion kept drawing her back to him. She just couldn't tell him.

Draco sighed heavily at Harara's lack of response. Very quickly his hand left her back side, and smacked down hard. He felt Harara's body tense, and heard a short cry escape her lips. He lightly rubbed the spot in small circles, and then retracted his hand and gave her three more swift smacks on her exposed ass before returning his hand to its firm rubs.

Harara felt like her body was on fire. The pain from Draco's strong slaps seemed to be sending strange electric sparks throughout her, and she could feel herself begin to moisten.

Firmly, yet gently, Draco ran his hand across Harara's reddening ass until his fingers just barely brushed against her damp pussy. Very slowly he let one finger dip far enough down to penetrate her tight hole, and then extracted it, and began rubbing the red spot on her backside, causing Harara to whimper.

"Please tell me, Harara." Draco whispered in her ear, and then immediately raised his hand and slapped her round ass three more times, causing jolts that almost resembled pleasure to run through Harara's body.

Between soft sobs Harara franticly replied, "I can't tell you, Draco! I just can't!"

Hearing Harara's words put Draco into a kind of stunned shock. It seemed like hours that he just stood there not moving a muscle, hardly breathing.

Then in one sudden movement he raised his hand, and gave Harara smack after smack against her already red, bare ass. Each one stronger and harder than the other, and each one making Harara squint and cry in pain.

Then when it was almost too much for her to handle anymore, Draco stopped his punishment on her sore backside, and began letting his hand very lightly massage the flushed flesh. His hand roamed all over her smooth, red backside, caressing and stroking gently, making Harara's eyes flash a dark pink.

His hand soon made its way back down to her now very wet pussy, letting his fingers plunge into the depths of her tight box, causing Harara to moan loudly, and wiggle, trying to spread her legs, and allow him better access.

Harara half moaned, half growled in agony as Draco's hand left her wanting pussy. Then before she could protest, she felt his hard cock entering into her tight opening slowly, his finger tracing the circle of her little asshole as he let his cock completely fill the bound girl.

With slow, hard thrusts Draco let his cock enter and withdraw several times into Harara's hot wet pussy while he gently fingered the tight ring of muscle, starting with just one finger, and then progressing up to three. The combined sensations of his cock and fingers making moaned loudly, sending sparks through her.

Feeling her tighten around his engorged member, Draco quickened his pace, letting his cock pump in and out of her while his fingers slid out of her ass, and move around her body to begin torturing her clit with firm rubs.

Continuously he pounded and ravished her, making her pussy constrict around his huge member, while tormenting her engorged nub until she exploded, screaming and pulling against the vine bonds. Her body shook as wave after wave of ecstasy crashed over her, and Draco only pressed more firmly on her clit, not letting up.

As Draco pulled out of Harara, he dropped a liberal amount of saliva into his palm, and coated his large cock. Then very slowly and gently, he entered into her very tight asshole, still rubbing her clit in firm little circles. Moaning, Harara looked over her shoulder at Draco, and watched him plunging his cock into her tight backdoor until she was completely filled.

He made slow thrusts in and out of the slick, tight ring of muscle, working himself into a passionate rage while still dancing his fingers over her hard clit. Her body continued to pulse in delight as he heard her moan wildly.

Moving more rapidly, Harara's moans turned into screams, and his own body began to tense, the pressure in his groin rising to extravagant heights. His loud, deep moans echoed her shouts as his cock shot his hot load deep inside her backdoor.

As Draco finished his assaults on her clit, and their bodies eased, he just stood there standing behind her for a very long time before he finally began cleaning her up, and cutting her restraints.

As the last vine was severed, Harara stood up quickly, spinning around on her heal, and he couldn't quite make out whether the expression she wore was mad or lusty. He just stared dully at her, and told her to grab her cloak.

Too quietly the pair walked briskly back towards the school. When they finally reached their destination, Draco looked so deeply into her green eyes that he almost lost himself. Then, frowning, he walked away, leaving her in her solitude without a word.

The way to the Slytherin common room was quiet and uneventful as Draco thought to himself.

He felt defeated, angry, hurt, and frustrated. She thought he was evil, and even more depressing still, she thought he was like his father, a Death Eater, and not to be trusted. Draco didn't care that everyone else at Hogwarts thought that, infact he had earned that, and made sure himself that they did think that, but those people didn't really know him. All they saw was his exterior, his surface, and not one of them had ever tried to dive deeper into his soul or even his mind.

In truth, Draco hated his father. His father was heartless and cruel. He neglected Draco, and the only times he ever paid him any mind was to either yell or lecture him on all the things that he should be doing better in. He was never good enough for him. He was expected to be a miniature version of his father, and though that may be true as far as looks were concerned, on the inside they were totally different people.

His father was a Death Eater, a murderer, and Draco wanted nothing to do with that. In his opinion the Death Eaters are weak. They blindly take orders from Lord Voldemont, kissing his ass, letting him use and abuse them, carrying out the old kook's plans without question.

There was a time when he was younger that he strived to do everything in his power to please his father, and to some extent he still did. I mean, it wouldn't do to lose his trust funds and inheritance. But even though he still wasn't necessarily, or even remotely close to being an angel, he just could never be anything like is dad. He didn't know what he would do when he left Hogwarts, and was expected to become a Death Eater, but he defiantly knew he didn't want to be one.

Feeling a shiver travel up his spine, Draco brushed those thoughts off, and focused on what Harara might be hiding.

Did she really like him if she didn't trust him enough to tell him? He knew she didn't hate him. As much as she has said it, her eyes and body have always told him differently. Just thinking about it made the knot in his stomach tighten.

He felt used and hurt, and damn it, Malfoys aren't supposed to feel that way!

Harara watched the platinum-blonde Slytherin make his way down towards the dungeons. As he continued on out of sight, she pulled her cloak tightly around her frame, and sank to the floor, pulling her legs up against her chest.

Thoughts of Draco whirled around her head. His milky, pale skin that almost shined in the small rays of moon light breaking through the trees. His hot breath upon her ear and neck. His strong hands that could cause exquisite pleasure and pain. He was beautiful. More beautiful than any other man she knew. The name Draco, which means dragon in Latin, really did suit him quite well. He was just like one. Beautiful, graceful, powerful, and bigger than life, while also being fierce, arrogant, and even deadly.

She wanted to embrace him, and also wanted to push him away. He was like a dark mystery that you knew was dangerous, but couldn't resist. How could she be so attracted to someone who was supposed to be so arrogant, cold, and heartless? Lust? Fine. She would be able to except that. But it wasn't just lust. It was something more. It was…more complicated.

A part of her wanted so much to tell him what he wanted to know, but another part screamed at her not to tell him. She wanted to be with him so much that her insides felt like they were tarring apart, but how could she be with someone she couldn't trust? If he would go so far as to call someone Mudblood, then he would surly be repulsed by her.

Bright green eyes pooled into deep blue as tears streaked down her cheeks. Long, dark lashes fluttered closed, and Harara breathed deeply. Her mind felt like it was racing a mile a minute. She needed to ground. Needed to feel the strong earth beneath her skin.

With the grace of a panther, Harara stalked back into the dark night, making her way through the thick trees. She breathed in rich amounts of air, filling her lungs and replenishing her body. The earth felt stable beneath her feet, and she bent down placing her bare palms upon it. Breathing in she drew up strength, peace, and harmony. Breathing out she released tension, anger, and doubt. Like a star twinkling in the heavens, she was in perfect balance.

Almost gliding as she walked, Harara made her way over to a tall, strong oak tree. She placed her palms upon the thick trunk, and watched as they blended in with the dark bark. Like a cat, she began to climb up the trunk, feeling the warm sensations of her hands and feet sinking into the tree's trunk with each stride further up. She seated herself upon a low hanging branch, leaning her back against the trunk, and extending her legs out over the branch. Clean air filled her being as her entire body sank into and blended in with the tree as Harara drifted off into sleep.
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