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Passions Torrent	By : DaniShafer Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Draco/Hermione Views: 13975 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Title: Passions Torrent (2/?)
Author: Dani Shafer
Disclaimer: I don't own, nor do I make profit off of the characters.
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Pairing: BZ/HG & DM/HG (for those of you who don't know, Hermione/Draco and Hermione/Boy!Blaise)
Rating: NC-17
Spoilers: Set 1 year post Hogwarts.
Summary: A one-night stand brewed out of emotional and drunken distress will throw Hermione's life into a triangle of love and passion. Will the truth be revealed? When it comes down to it, will she be able to make a choice?
AN: This is my first HP fic, so I'm a little nervous. Please be kind.

AN2: A special thank you to the most wonderful beta in the world :) THANK YOU SHEWHOMUSTNOTBE NAMED!!!!

{Chapter 2}
Blaise's dark eyes turned cold, his breath coming in callous pants. He felt the remains of his heart crumbling, his chest aching at the sight before him as he followed Hermione into Draco's bedroom.
Her long legs were stretched and tight, the smooth creamy complexion of her skin loosing it self with inch after inch of exposed flesh. She was bent over, her knees digging into the hard wood of the floor. Her ass was sticking up in the air, barely covered by Draco's dress shirt, giving him just a teasing glimpse of the skin he knew so well. Her face was covered in thick unruly curls, her short arm struggling to reach something hidden under the mattress.
Apparently Blaise wasn't the only one wiping the slight stream of drool from his slacked jaw as his eyes flashed to the site of Draco sauntering soundlessly up to her, the rise beneath the silk of his boxer unmistakable. He couldn't help but feel duped; betrayed by the both of them. They had only broken up a week ago, and she was already shagging other men. Not that he was one to talk, had he not done the same thing the previous night with the blonde that had been glued to his hip at the party?
When he had come home this morning, the site of his barely dressed ex-girlfriend was the last thing he'd ever expect to see. Draco and Hermione had never been shy in expressing their disdain for each other. Blaise remembered on several occasions, dragging a fuming Hermione from the room, her hand shaking with the itch to hex Draco. It would appear Draco knew how to push each and every one of her buttons.
Now he had to stop and wonder if their hatred for one another ran in a different direction than anyone, including them, expected. Had they both been too stubborn and blinded by influence to succumb to the attraction that had been unseen to his eyes? Now that Blaise thought back upon it, Draco spoke of Hermione a lot. It had lasted throughout Hogwarts, throughout their relationship, and it lasted even after Blaise had broken it off with her. He really had been stupid, Draco didn't hate her; he was obsessed with her.

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Draco groaned inaudibly, the tingling in his lower region strengthening with each step he took. He watched her ass wiggling in the air, her shoulder pressing against the mattress, her body struggling to reach that extra inch in order to get what ever it was she was searching for under his bed. Her wand, perhaps? He remembered throwing it from her hand the night before, tossing it somewhere over his shoulder as his mouth devoured her neck.
He smirked despite himself, his eyes focused solely on the hint of damp auburn curls that so deviously covered her sex. Her skin was still slightly puffy, her flesh tinged with blood that still lingered under the surface of her previous arousal. Her thighs were still slightly sticky, invisibly stained with his seed, stained with the possession that he knes ths there.
He ignored the heated stare of his long time friend, the erecting pitch in his boxers leading him straight to his goal. He had to have her, had to make her his once more. One night was not enough; it would never be enough. He was certain that he would be done with her after he shagged her rotten, after he had purged his system of her unruly hair and know-it-all attitude.
He had been wrong and for the first time in Draco Malfoy's life he openly admitted that he had been mistaken. He would never tire of her; never sate the hungry appetite that his body felt for hers. He would do what ever it took to win her over; maybe he could wine and dine her, offer her expensive gifts, show her the world and appeal to her more sensible side.
He scoffed to himself, a slow grin passing over his features at the thought of him seducing her mind. Hermione was not one so easily persuaded by romantic notions. How Blaise had managed to capture her attention, he wasn't sure. He never thought she would put much stalk in looks; after all she was practically attached to Potter and Weasley.
But even the great Hermione Granger had been defenseless when pretty boy Blaise had strolled up to her, his fingers running down her soft cheek as he recited some poem he had spent weeks writing. Draco highly doubted that the same tactic would work for him.
He would seduce her body, make her crave him; ruin her sexual appetite for all other men. It was the one weak spot that he had discovered about the brunette Gryffindor, and he intended to use it to his advantage. When he was done with her, she would be the one begging him.
He approached her with stealth, not even the floor beneath him giving way to his presence. Both sets of occupants gasped in shock and arousal as he bent his body over hers, rubbing the silk of his shorts against her exposed skin. His chest was pressed against her back, his mouth just centimeters from her ear. His long arm reached past hers, his fingertips rolling the thin wood of her wand closer to the palm of his hand.
Hermione pushed back against him on instinct, lightly grinding her ass against the thick shaft straining against her. Her body shook in arousal, warm moisture slowly seeping from her slit to soak into the fabric of his boxers. She was invaded with the scent of him, with the heat of his body, with the feel of his length twitching against her sex.
Her eyes fell shut, everything around them disappearing as she felt tiny tremors pass from his lean body to hers. She knew when he pulled away there would be a spot of her arousal staining his boxers with moisture. She shivered when he used his free hand to lightly trail smooth fingers over the exposed skin of her thigh, up to the edge of her hip, and then circle back to the smooth surface of her belly.
His fingers moved downwards, intent to feel her silky depths pulsing around them. He had forgotten the other wizard in the room, his mind going blank with the exception of her. She smelled like his cologne, his scent was marked on her body, and it if was possible it made him that much harder.
She moaned softly, butterflies fluttering in her stomach. She momentarily forgot that Draco was her enemy, forgot that her ex-lover was still standing in the room with his jaw half way to the ground. Realisation hit her hard, creating a wave of forced revulsion drown out her arousal. How was he able to turn her into a pile of mush with just one stroke of his hand, with one well-placed breath against her neck?
"Malfoy get off of me!" she huffed as her fingers closed around her wand. She quickly rose from her knees leaving red imprints from the hardness of the floor. She smoothed down the shirt she wore to cover her modesty. Now if she could only find her clothes.
"Is that really what you want love?" He purred huskily into her ear as he rose with her, his body still pressed against hers. His hands were held firmly on her hips, fingers biting against her flesh as he nipped playfully on her ear lobe.
She shoved him backwards, her chocolate eyes casting to the ground as she met the violet pair of hurt ones boring into hers. Blaise was unable to turn away, unable to urge his tired body into the safe confines of his own room. His eyes were riveted to the angry mix of hatred and arousal that was causing a beautiful shade of blush to color her normally fair coloured chest and neck.
He could see the pebbled rocks of her nipples pressing against the soft white fabric; he could see the way her skin was practically jumping for Draco's touch. He would not deny that Hermione was a highly sexual creature, but she had never, not once ondeonded to him the way she had Draco. She wanted Draco just as badly as Draco wanted her; how could he have not noticed the underlying attraction throughout the years?
Her breath was low and harsh as she clenched and unclenched the fists at her sides. Blaise didn't know if she was struggling not to hex him, or not to drag him to her and impale herself on the erection his friend felt no shame for. Daggers were smoldering in her eyes as she turned to face the smug look of approval in Draco's eyes.
"Where in the bloody hell are my clothes Malfoy!" Her teeth were clenched; her jaw tight as cinnamon swirls of emotions darkened her eyes.
"Yes Draco where in the bloody hell are her clothes?" Blaise piped up, finally finding his voice. He crossed his arms over his chest, waiting just as impatiently as Hermione. He wouldn't let Draco turn his beloved into some cheap one-night stand. She deserved better than that.
The raven-haired wizard almost winced as the brunette tore her angry efromfrom Draco and settled them on him. 'Bugger. Rule number 521, never make a hung over Hermione Granger pissed off while she has her wand in her hand'. Blaise thought.
"What are you still doing in here?" She pointed to him with her wand, "This doesn't concern you Blaise! It�s bad enough that I have to deal with him, I don't need to deal with you! Besides, you reek of cheap perfume! It�s... It�s giving me a headache!" Hermione yelled, taking her frustration out on him.
It was his entire fault. If he had never broken up with her, she would have never found herself waking up naked next to the arrogant prat who gave her the single best shag of her life. She held in her groan, desperately trying to push the images of him out of her mind.
"You know what? Fine!" Blaise yelled as he threw his hands in the air, his deep voice echoing in the room. "I just wanted to make sure you got home ok, but apparently you don't need my help. If you want to become one of his whores, then by all means don't let me stop you!"
Draco grimaced as he watched Hermione's perfect lips fall open in shock, and he smiled secretly to himself. The further Blaise pushed her away, the closer she would be to him. He saw the brief hint of pain flash in her already red-rimmed eyes, the dark orbs quickly filling with liquid. He knew she was too stubborn to cry, at least not in front of Blaise. That was, after all, the reason she fell into his arms in the first place.
Blaise met her eyes unflinchingly before turning out of the room, slamming the door behind him as he went. The rage he felt surging in his veins was too great to contain. He loved Hermione, but as loathsome as he was to admit it, they weren't meant for each other and maybe that was what hurt the most. He knew deep down that Hermione didn't love him; she wasn't filled with the same all encompassing love that he was. He had hurt her, had broken her heart, but he knew it was for the best. But when he had broken things off with her, he didn't expect her to run into Draco's arms.
Hermione jumped when she heard the slamming of Draco's door, followed closely by a second door being slammed harshly. She turned back to Draco, looking at him with even more hatred and anger.
"Malfoy, just give me my clothes so I can get as far away from you as possible."
Her chin was trembling slightly, her nose getting a slight red tinge as she held her tears at bay. Is that what Blaise thought of her? Did he really think she was nothing more than one of Draco's whores?
"Well you see... errr" A sly grin crossed his handsome face, his lips curling into a half smirk half scowl that he had perfected over the years. A lock of stubborn hair fell in front of his face; the fine strands barely cover the grey orbs that held so many unpredictable emotions.
"Err..." Hermione mimicked without missing a beat, her head shaking slightly as she glared at him.
She gave him a pointed stare, bare foot tapping against the floor as she waited impatiently. The urge to cry had fled, and she was encompassed with a need to strangle the blond wizard in front of her.
"Malfoy... I'm warning you. If you don't tell me where they are, I'll hex you six ways to sundown!" She warned, her wand pointed at his chest, her eyes locked with his.
He patronizingly moved her wand to the side, pointing it towards the ground. He gave her a small smile as if she was a child, completely ignoring her fury before he started to speak.
"In my inebriated state and in my haste," he paused, waving his elegant fingers in the air in a billowing motion, "to get you fully unclothed, I might have *cough* muttered *cough* the wrong spell to make your clothes disappear from your body. Disappear... dissolve... who would have guessed that they would be gone for good?" He answered with the flourish of his hand, a slight blush gracing his pale skin at his mistake.
"You what!" she yelled, stepping on the tips of her toes to raise herself at still a foot shorter than him.
He shrugged his broad shoulders, his hand reaching out to finger a ringlet of curls. If he could only make contact with her, if he could only steal just one kiss he knew she would melt in his arms. Right before he made contact she rapped the hard wood of her wand against his knuckles with a loud crack that filled the room.
"Don't touch me you slimy git!" she huffed, taking a step back. She held her eyes firm, willing them not to travel up and down his toned torso, not to let her eyes settle on the tent in his shorts.
"You didn't seem to mind me touching you before."
He smirked at her, taking a step forward. He could see her retreating, could see her place one unsteady foot back and then the other until she was approaching the wall. 'Just a few more steps'. he thought.
"I was emotional and drunk! You took advantage of me! On your best day I think you're vile,"
Her voice started to falter as she looked into the predatory gleam in his eyes, "and on your worst days I can't even describe my hatred for you. And... and..." She stuttered, her brain too fogged to come up with anything conclusive and witty. She could feel the heat of his body as he towered her, her heart starting to hammer in her chest as she kept stepping back.
"And... ?" He supplied for her, his eyes twinkling in amusement. She was flustered, her cheeks blushing, her chest heaving. She was utterly gorgeous. Her back suddenly hit the wall, her body coming to an abrupt halt as she let out a small gasp.
She recovered quickly, squaring her jaw and shoulders. "And I bloody well despise you, you stubborn prat! As soon as I get back to my flat I'm going to obliviate my memory and erase this whole mess! If you tell anyone about what happened, I swear to Merlin; I'll hex your balls �til they�re permanently bl...."
It was his thin lips smashing against hers that cut her off. He wound his hand in the back of her hair; the chestnut tresseterttertwined with his fingers as he forcefully pressed her mouth to his. He mauled her mouth without finesse, pouring all the passion that he felt for her in one single kiss of fury and frustration. His tongue swept inside of her mouth, ravishing the warm cavity over an over as he teased her tongue, teeth and gums. His body was pressed flush against hers, the feel of her heart pounding against his chest making his heart speed in time with hers.
He bit softly on her lower lip, his tongue smoothing over the wound as he continued to kiss her relentlessly. Hermione's mind went numb, the feel of his lips against her own, the feel of his hard chiseled body pressing hers into the wall was intoxicating. She could feel the small hard nubs of his nipples against her chest; she could feel his heart pounding forcefully against her body. She felt each strong beat of his heart to the soles of her feet.
She kissed him back; her wand fell forgotten to the floor as she wound her arms around his neck. She moaned into his mouth, his tongue swirling inside of her mouth as he kissed her harder and more passionately as soon as she responded.
Hermione could feel the arousal building in her stomach, tiny tremors of fluttering hormones making her body quiver against his. He pushed her body harder against the wall, his hand moving beneath her knee to pull her leg up. He settled his body in the v of her thighs, wrapping her leg around his waist as he ground his erection against her center, moaning at the heat that seemed to scald his flesh.
He thrust against her, his lips tearing away from hers to trail a fiery path down her neck and chest. Her eyes slipped shut, her head leaning to the side to allow him movement. She rolled her hips in time with this thrusts, the swollen flesh of her clit rubbing against his shaft with every pass. His teeth settled on a thick pulsing vein on her neck, his lips sucking the soft skin into his mouth as he rubbed it against his teeth.

The hand that was lost in he curls tugged on her head, pulling it to the side as he devoured her neck, the salty taste of her skin more precious in that moment than water. He let a hand trail softly up her thigh, teasing her swollen flesh with just feather light pressure.

She bucked against him, his name falling from her lips as he maneuvered his hand in between their sandwiched bodies. He used his thumb to apply pressure to her swollen nub, his index finger slowly slipping inside of her depths. He could feel her nails against his back, scraping against the fresh marks that she had made the previous night. He moaned, teeth sinking further into her skin at the feel of her tight channel pulsing around his finger.
She moaned in deep ecstasy at the slight tinge of pain as he marked her neck, at the pleasure that soared through her body as he curved his long finger against her g-spot. Her eyes snapped open as she felt him bite especially hard, his teeth just shy of breaking the skin as he added a second finger inside of her. Her vision was dazed and clouded in a haze of arousal. Her hands were shaking and her breath was shallow, her eyes almost black with desire. She placed her hands on his chest, pushing with all of her strength. She managed to get a small gap between them, Draco's eyes heavy and hooded as he gave her a lazy smile.
"Told you you wanted me." he said arrogantly. She watched in rapt fascination, slips parted softly, as he brought his fingers up to his mouth, slowly, erotically sinking the digits into his mouth. His grey eyes slipped shut in rapture, his tongue swirling around his fingers to consume the delicious nectar of her femininity.
When he opened his eyes he was met with the picture of divinity. Her cheeks were red, eyes dark, hair tousled, lips swollen. He watched with nothing more than a grin as she bent down to retrieve her wand before pushing past him, her shoulder colliding with his arm. She walked straight to his closet, only briefly turning her head to give him a hate masked glare. How dare he manipulate her body into bending her mind�s will? How he did it she wasn't sure, but she wasn't going to stick around to find out.
She pushed the doors open hastily, her eyes roaming the neatly arranged assortment of robes, cloaks, shirts and slacks. She grabbed the closest thing she could find, slipping her arms into the thick fabric of his wizarding robes.
The material pooled around her, obviously being several sizes too big. The long sleeves extended past her hands as she wrapped it around her body, dwarfing her already petite size. She ignored the lingering scent that the robes carried, ignored the immediate warmth that wrapped her body in a cloud of heaven. She wasn't sure if it was because what his robes were made of, or if it was because it belonged to him. She shook her head, pushing the thoughts out of her head, pushing the feel of his lips out of her mind.
Draco stood in the same spot, feet rooted to the ground as he just smiled at her, choosing to keep his mouth shut. If she took his robe, then didn't that give him a reason to contact her later to get it back? He saw the Malfoy crest proudly displayed on the fabric, he saw the dark purpling bruise proudly displayed on her neck and gave a secret wish that she would apparate into the comforting arms of Potter or even better yet, Weasley. She would be back.
With one last angry glare and a loud pop she was gone, leaving Draco standing alone in the middle of his room with a large tent in his shorts and a smirk on his face.
TBC...
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