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Only One Night	By : tarrador Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Draco/Hermione Views: 23124 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
Disclaimer: I do not own the Harry Potter book and movie series, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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A/N: Thanks hypergurl221 for your kind review. As it was the only one on chapter one I value it even more. :)

EDIT: revised and edited by my fabulous beta taraxchan. Thank you so much!

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Chapter 2

As night fell, Draco Malfoy was deep in thought. How could he let getting caught by the Order Of The Phoenix happen? They actually wanted Snape, Dumbledore's murderer, but did they really believe in getting to the Dark Lord through Snape?

Suddenly he heard a loud scrape at the door, the magical lock moving once more. His eyes immediately turned to the entrance. Could what he was thinking be real?

Very slowly, a figure in its cloak pushed into his cell. He recognized her immediately despite the darkness: Granger, the Mudblood was here. For some reason she looked desperately unhappy. He struggled to suppress a nasty grin.

She carefully walked up to him.

As she approached towards the turned-down oil lamp, he could see her face well enough. Yes, she did have a pained expression and looked strangely embarrassed at him. Still, not one of the two said a word.

She took a deep breath - at best she could still run away. The simple fact that Malfoy was forming a greasy smile and looking her up and down was just too much. What was she doing here anyway?

Eventually she summed up all her courage and asked in an artificially trivial tone:

"Malfoy, are you absolutely serious about this? You will really reveal Snape's hiding place if I sleep with you?"

There was a brief pause before he replied.

"That's my offer."

"And you are not a magical Secret Keeper who cannot say nothing otherwise?"

He cleared his throat, knowing how much she wished for that to be true just so she could put this game to an immediate end right now.

"No, I'm not."

Hermione looked away from him, thinking for a short moment.

"And how do you know that Snape has not changed his hiding place since after we took you prisoner?"

Malfoy replied immediately.

"I know where he wanted to go and hide exactly when that happened. He doesn't know that I know, so..."

Draco needn't finish the sentence – Hermione understood.

"And how can I trust that you will really reveal the hiding place afterwards?"

"You have my word on it! Should this be the night that you give yourself to me, you'll learn everything at sunrise."

She did not like how he said "give yourself to me.“

"The word of a Slytherin? What is that worth? And on top of that - coming from a Malfoy," she shook her head disdainfully.

Hermione looked desperately for a way out – a reason to not to have to engage in Malfoy's diabolical game, this depraved trade. He didn't leave her a choice though.

"I vow to you," he said, raising his right hand. The chains that bound him to the wall rattled softly.

Hermione sighed. Could she really give in and meet the bastard's wishes? Why couldn't he simply ask for his release in return, or a stash of galleons instead ? She faltered, she doubted. This night would change her life forever. She chewed on her lower lip and somehow she managed to convince herself it was a sacrifice she had to commit.

"All right Malfoy, I will do it!"

He could not suppress the satisfied grin that flashed briefly on his face. And he knew: be careful, be slow, show no arrogance, or else she may reconsider after all.

"Then it's valid!" Malfoy stood up and held out his right hand towards her, stretching as far as the chain would allow.

As she approached him, he simply could not suppress associating her with that of a shy deer.. She no longer was the wild Mudblood, threatening him with torture by the Cruciatus, from only a few hours ago.

For the first time in life she took his hand – Hermione Granger and Draco Malfoy's shook hands, sealing the agreement.

When their hands broke, Hermione's fingers began gliding to the buttons which were holding her cloak closed. Malfoy, however, fell back against the stone block, leaning back and seeming to enjoy the spectacle which was about to enfold.

Her cloak floated to the ground - his eyes following its movement. The sweater that she was wearing underneath becoming visible. Both hands cross-gripped at the bottom and she pulled the sweater over her head and away, the thin shirt underneath following it. A no-frills, white bra came to light, covering her breasts but offering a lot of bare skin to the view otherwise.

Draco raised an eyebrow unconsciously. Merlin, she really had become a woman.

Spurred on by the strange presentation, Malfoy began to whistle a rhythm that was otherwise only played on by saxophone in nightclubs and strip joints. However, Hermione only knew it too well.

"Malfoy, stop it! Or else everything is over, right NOW," she hissed at him before he could finish the third bar of the rhythms. The insinuating melody ceased.

"Oh, I only wanted to bait – you are doing just fine."

She gave him one of her deadliest looks, putting her hands on the hips. Ready to explode she was about to throw curses towards him. How he could know this song and hint about his dimly lit nightclub experiences? Nothing happened, however. Instead Hermione jerked her head, lifted her chin and made a gesture with her left hand as if she was shaking off an intrusive insect.

She slipped out of her shoes and began unbuttoning her jeans.

Draco couldn‘t believe it. She really did it. From the moral dilemma in which he had put her, she had decided for the lesser evil – unfortunately, however, she would have to sacrifice herself. She had her high principles and he actually felt some sort of... respect. Even more clearly in his mind, in spite of his own bad situation in the dungeon, he still had the issue of the action in his hands. He had actually managed to get the Mudblood under his blanket, knowing that everything was being done according to his will. In all that he knew about Mudbloods and muggles, he could still not ignore Granger's beauty. She had just taken off her jeans and was un-clasping her bra now. Her breasts sprang free – he was fixated by their movement and the pink nipples decorating them.

What began as a power game, he actually really wanted: this girl in his arms, touching her breasts, stroking her thighs, having sex with her.

Hermione let her panties slide down and stepped out. The only thing she wore now was a pair of red socks. As if to protect her modesty she hold both her hands in front of her pubic hair against the prying eyes of Malfoy, who apparently couldn't get enough of looking at the dark bush.

Malfoy's eyes roamed over her naked body again – he admired her beauty. He never expected this - what she had hidden all this time under sweaters and long cloaks. Full, almost lush breasts, a narrow waist and round, feminine hips. An hourglass silhouette, archetypal.

He felt his arousal pressing against the inside of his pants. Granger was a hot Mudblood, without question.

Her pale skin confused him, as it was usually only a sign of the pure-blood and nobility. Although not as pale as his own, he found her in the highest degree of attractive, and above all: stimulating.

However, Hermione's feelings were heading in a completely different direction. She hated him with every fiber of her being. She had always hated his arrogance and conceit, his greasy, sarcastic smile and the meanness that he cast on his surroundings and especially at the weak. Today, however, it was worse. She hated him for what he did to her - what he was making her do. If only it could be over already.

She hated herself for agreeing to it; standing now right in front of him - naked. She felt like a whore, jumping into bed with her punter. It did not matter how important this was for the Order. It did not matter that she tried to pretend being a spy – one who did anything just to get to important information. She could not fool herself. She would be having sex with the most hated Slytherin, Draco Malfoy, just to get from him what she needed.

She hated him even more, for it was he with his lousy character who had brought her purposely into this situation and thus causing all these bad feelings of despair. But wasn't it her own fault? Was it just because she was too nice, had high morals and was not so evil as to use the Cruciatus? It still wasn't too late to give up her morale and use such things... she played with the idea, but then she knew that she wouldn't be better than this odious Malfoy, who was now looking at her like a predator with his eyes roaming her naked skin.

She slipped shyly to him onto the large stone block. The blankets were spread out, protecting her from the cold of the rock. He moved over to the backside, making space for her so she was laying on her back next to him.

Draco unbuttoned his shirt with one hand while the other supported his head while he continued to look at Hermione. He wasn't sure if she was trembling, but if so she tried to suppress it resolutely. She was staring at the ceiling, but he caught her sideways glance as his own bare chest became visible under the open shirt. He eventually stripped the shirt completely.

"Let's get it over with, Malfoy," she said softly, continuing to stare at the ceiling.

For just a moment he did not know where to start with her, she looked so sweet and tender with the red socks still on her feet. Finally, he took her hand in his own and drew her to him, then kissed the inside of her forearm.

Hermione closed her eyes.

He kissed her again – sensual, tender - watching her reactions closely. He felt her arm tensing as he placed a kiss on the inside of the sensitive, soft elbow. He opened his mouth and let his tongue go soft on her skin. He tasted and smelled her scent, sweet and seductive; her reaction didn't change.

His other hand layed gently on Hermione's stomach just below her ribs. He wanted to pet her and take away the fear, but beneath his fingers he could feel the violent beating of her heart. The beat was fast and strong – a real racing heart. Her inner excitement was palpable.

As his fingers went over her belly, wild thoughts flashed through Hermione's head. As Draco Malfoy kissed her arm – she realized that his hand, or rather the hand of the person who had brought the Death Eaters to Hogwarts last year, was now on her and going to touch her on all thinkable and unthinkable bodyparts. Her heart was beating so hard that she could feel it in her throat. She could not – no. She could not do it – being groped and worse by this this monster.

"Stop it, stop it!" she screamed and retracted her arm from him. She sat up and slapped his hand that had just been lying on her stomach to the side. She jumped up and withdrew from his grasp as he tried to hold onto her.

Hermione stumbled a few steps away out of reach, which granted her space as Malfoy was still chained to the wall. He looked puzzlingly after her.

"What's going on?" he asked.

She bent down, picked up the cloak from the ground and threw it around her shoulders. She then turned to Draco panting, her heart still beating wildly in her chest.

"Malfoy, this will not work, I cannot do it."

She turned her back to him and prepared to go, leaving him.

"Wait ...", but his plea did not stop her approaching the prison door.

Draco couldn't believe this - she would slip away, just as he was beginning to get involved with the Mudblood, just as he really started coventing her and not just forcing his will on her.

"Wait..." he began again.

"Do you know how beautiful you are?" his voice was quiet now, and so little confrontational, as Draco rarely was.

She stopped and turned back to him.

It was true that she was told that too rarely. Even her friends, Ron and Harry, seemed only to know and like her for her mind. She was the everlasting bookworm with brains - what else?

Nevertheless, she knew Malfoy only too well.

"Bah, will you keep me here with cheap compliments?" This time her words were dripping full with bitter irony.

"I'm serious," Malfoy added.

"Then get a last view of what you'll never see again!"

At her words, she opened the robe and let him take a last look at her naked body.

The chain that was tying Malfoy rattled, which he pulled at unconsciously. She recognized his lust-filled eyes, just like the bulge in his pants that he still wore - fortunately. He actually wanted her. The thought struck through her like lightning.

Nevertheless, she re-fastened her cloak, turned around and walked towards the door. She wouldn't fall for Malfoy's cheap tricks. Besides, what did it even mean that he was lusted on her? It was the fact that he would not stop, even when she was a worthless Mudblood in his view and nothing else. Unprincipled bastard.

Draco thought hastily. Quick! How else could he keep her here if not with the truth? And he had not lied. This Mudblood really was a beauty – gorgeous as she was stripped to the naked skin.

Then he knew.

"Do you really want to give up?" he called after her.

Yes, he had to grab her at her honor.

He watched as she stopped at the handle to the magic lock on the door.

Draco was now certain that he had hit the right button and pressed it. She would use her rational mind to think now. It would not have worked across the path of her emotions. He had just tried that in vain. Instead, it was her brains and common sense that he could use.

As if looking into her head, he saw how she thought about the importance of her "mission" and the way she would weigh how important finding Snape's secret hiding place was. Surely she thought of all the people, including muggles, that she would save by her "act." She was a slave to her morals - but he began to like that about her.

"Hermione, please stay!"

Had he just addressed her by her given name? And added a "please" on top of it?

She did not know why, but somehow this short statement and Malfoy's edge of honesty was the little bit that took the coin to fall. Along with her firm belief that because of what she would do here would help, maybe the war could still be won.

She turned back to Malfoy and walked towards him. As she walked she slipped the cloak from her shoulders again and lay down as before, just in her red socks on top of his blankets. She now knew that she would bear it, whatever he was going to do to her – whichever Slytherin perversion she had to meet in the next few hours. Anyway, she was strong enough now.

"But do not think I'll do any more than just lie here and let it pass, Malfoy!"

At these words she gave him one last warning look, then closed her eyes and let her head fall to the soft blankets.

Well, we'll see, thought Draco Malfoy who was smirking like only a Malfoy could – judging her repellant, cold attitude as a challenge.

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A/N: I got really many hits on the story but very, very few feedback <sniff>. I really don't know where I'm standing. My English sucks too much? Is it rubbish and should be trashed? Should I continue? Please let me know.

EDIT: This A/N is old. Taraxchan beta'ed my sucking English. Still, leave me a note about the story if you feel so.

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