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Blood traitor	By : Dramionia Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Draco/Hermione Views: 13404 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 2
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Draco was well aware of how much the opposite sex was attracted to him and knew that there would always be some Slytherin girls willing to meet his needs. He looked around the Slytherin common room. There were a dozen or so people who spoke cheerfully while sitting in front of the fireplace on sofas and chairs upholstered in green and silver material. Some people played Wizard’s Chess or Exploding Snap, but one beautiful blonde-haired, blue-eyed girl sat on a chair and read a book. A sly, barely visible smile appeared on Malfoy's face.

Astoria Greengrass, younger sister of Daphne, had been in love with him since she first crossed the threshold of Hogwarts. “She is two years younger than me, and probably has little experience in these matters. But on the other hand, that’s why it should be easier for me to seduce her! Besides, maybe sexual ability runs in their family and Astoria is equally talented in this area as Daphne. And on top of it, she is my type!” Draco thought. Decision made, he moved towards the girl.

*****

At the same time, Hermione experienced some hard moments in her dorm. Previously she had studied at the library, but at some point she began to make strange sounds that focused all the attention of the people gathered in the library on her. She couldn’t let Madame Pince throw her out of the library because of her moaning. And Malfoy was to blame for everything, as usual.

It started with him appearing before her out of nowhere, inappropriately dressed and flexing his nearly naked body. After a while it became worse. He had whispered perverted things in her ear while at the same time stroking her thighs with his fingers. He touched her every time he appeared. With only his fingers, he could make shivers crawl over her skin, her nipples harden and her panties wet. So far, nobody else had made her feel that way.

Extremely aroused and excited to the limit, she tried to touch him, but grasped only air because Malfoy melted into mist.

She criticized herself for such thoughts about that guy. He was a nasty Slytherin who, with his malice, poisoned her life for five and a half years. She also knew that Harry suspected him of being a Death Eater. Even if it wasn’t the truth, it most likely would be in the near future. Malfoy came from a family that hated people like Hermione; they hated Muggle-born wizards and Muggles. Malfoy's father was imprisoned in Azkaban because he was a Death Eater who fought Hermione and her friends in the Ministry of Magic at the end of the last school year. Malfoy couldn’t be interested in her in that way!

Hermione was very annoyed. She sat on her bed, leaning against the headboard and reading her potions textbook. Malfoy’s apparition sat next to her. She tried to ignore him, but he began to gently stroke the insides of her thighs, slowly advancing towards the top.

“Why are you ignoring me?” he asked her, and began to blow gently on her ear.

“No!” she screamed, agitated.

“What do you mean 'no'?” asked Parvati, who sat on the bed next to hers.

“Nothing, I just can’t come to terms with the fact that you can’t combine eye of newt and powdered dragon scales in one potion. Combining their properties would make excellent skin smoothing potion,” Hermione replied. She was embarrassed but immediately succeeded to come up with the excuse.

“Really?! It's not fair that you can’t do that,” Parvati agreed with her, but after a while returned to conjuring up different colors on her nails.

The rest of the evening passed as before, but Malfoy’s actions had become increasingly bold, although never crossing a certain limit. If not for her colleagues at the dormitory, Hermione would have begged the boy to go on and touch the most sensitive place between her legs. She wanted him to work his fingers inside her for even just a second if he didn’t want to give her everything he could. When she went to sleep, she was both aroused and annoyed. It was irritating her that even though she had never thought about these things before, she now began to dream about hot moments with a bad and annoying Slytherin. She knew that it would never occur because Malfoy was disgusted with Muggle-born wizards, and she was sure that there was no way in this world that he would touch her. Nor did she want to touch him; it was only her body that wanted him. All of this resulted in her being even more frustrated.

Of course, in her sleep she dreamed of Malfoy, and in the morning she woke up very tense. She felt that every part of her body demanded Malfoy and his caresses. In addition to her frustration, she didn’t know why all of this was happening, why her nemesis was still there trying to seduce her. Initially, she suspected the effects of a potion that someone had added to her drink. But then she concluded that none of her friends would make such a stupid joke, and lately there had been no Slytherins in close proximity. It had to be something else, but what?

*****

Draco's mood worsened even more from the previous evening. Greengrass had proven to be useless. Her beautiful, shapely body wasn’t able to ward off Granger. The Gryffindor had appeared to him even when he was spending time with Astoria. Just as Draco thought, the enamored Slytherin was willing, but because of her lack of experience she just lay on the bed like a log of wood. When he was kissing her neck and shoulders while lying on her, she didn’t move even a little bit and didn’t utter a sound, provided that she liked what he was doing with her. He was terribly annoyed. Because of the incompetent girl, his thoughts still wandered towards Granger.

“She can’t give you what you need,” Granger’s voice came from the right side of the bed. “If you were with me, you would feel wonderful. I would fulfill your every fantasy.” Draco looked at the bed usually occupied by Crabbe. He saw Granger, who was lying on her stomach with her legs bent at the knees. She was wearing a short, half-transparent and airy robe. She didn’t have any underwear.

When Draco realized that she spoke for the first time, the apparition stood up and walked over to him. She sat on the edge of his bed and began to kiss his neck while gently passing her fingers across his buttocks. He couldn’t turn his head; it felt too good. At one point, the pleasure she gave became so overwhelming that he moaned softly.

“Have I done something wrong?” Astoria asked worriedly. At this point, the boy realized that he completely forgot about her lying underneath him.

“No, you didn’t. You are wonderful, but I think we should wait a bit with this,” he said.

“But why?” she asked. “I love you and I want this, I'm sure.” There was desperation in her voice.

“You are too young. I don’t want you to regret it later,” he lied. He thought that she was beautiful and he didn’t want to offend her, preferring to know that she still would be willing when she got a little bit more experience and he would need her.

“I won’t regret it,” she tried to convince him. Hermione was sitting on Crabbe’s bed with her legs crossed and she was smiling at Draco flirtatiously. At some point, he stopped caring that she was a Mudblood and started to think that it would be better with her than with Astoria.

“When you are older, we will do it. I promise,” he said at the same time looking at Hermione.

“I'm so ugly that you prefer to look at empty space than at me?” the Slytherin girl asked. It was her last resort. She hoped that he would deny it, comfort her and make love to her to prove that what he told her was the truth.

Hermione lay on Crabbe’s bed, this time on her back, and began to lead her hands along her bent legs, from the ankles up to the thighs. When she got to the edge of her garments, she didn’t stop, but slowly started to slip off her robe.

“You're not ugly. But you’d better go now,” Draco said, not taking his eyes off Hermione. Soon after, he got up from his bed, releasing Astoria. Tears began to run down Astoria’s cheeks. She quickly corrected her robes and ran out of the dormitory.

When Hermione’s apparition got rid of the Slytherin girl, she began to lure Draco again. Although she was now touching him and talking to him, she still didn’t let him touch her. Hermione appeared many times throughout the night. Each time, she woke up his manhood and didn’t let him sleep. In the morning, he was not rested at all.

Now, he sat in class waiting for the potions lesson. He was tense and sleepy. Suddenly, the classroom door opened and Granger entered. At first he wasn’t sure if it was a phantom, or the true Gryffindor. After checking her dress and countenance, and the fact that instead of flirtatiously smiling at him she was talking to Potter, Draco concluded that this time it wasn’t his imagination. She was not even looking at him.

Suddenly, he felt a terrible anger that she wasn’t looking since it was her image that kept provoking him the day before. He knew it was stupid to be angry at the Mudblood for something she hadn’t done, but he couldn’t help it. Anger then merged into the lust that had been growing in him since the day before. With the last ounce of strength, he forced himself to remain in place. He really wanted to go to her, turn her to face him, then tear off her robes in front of everyone and take her on the table right in front of a shocked Scarhead and Weasley. He thought about how deeply and strongly he would enter her, imagined how she would moan with pleasure beneath him.

“Mr. Malfoy, do you know the answer?” The voice of the old professor took him from the land of fantasy.

“Ahhh ...” Draco started, taken aback. “I'm sorry sir, what was the question?” he asked, still confused.

“I asked in which potions unicorn hair and owl claw can be combined,” explained Professor Slughorn.

“I do not know sir,” Draco said, and felt his face getting purple.

“In that case, Slytherin loses ten points,” said Slughorn with disappointment. “Well, not everyone is such a talent with potions as Mr. Potter and Miss Granger.”

The last sentence made Draco boil with anger. He was angry with Slughorn for comparing him to his biggest rivals. He was angry with Potter for coping so well with this year's potions. And he was angry with Granger for purposely pulling his attention away from the lesson to ridicule him. Of course he was aware of the fact that the latter allegation was unfounded, but for what she was doing to him, he would blame her for all the evils of this world. Unfortunately, the desire for her hadn’t decreased because of his anger. On the contrary, it increased and was directly proportional to the rage he felt against her. It was a self-reinforcing cycle.

*****

Draco also couldn’t concentrate on the following lessons. He couldn’t answer the simplest of questions. When Granger was attending his class, he imagined how rapidly he’d enter her, and how she would moan with delight. He knew that if it came to an intimate situation between them, he could prove to her who was the best. She would scream in ecstasy that there was no one beyond Draco Malfoy, and she would recall what he did to her for the rest of her life.

But when the real Granger was not around the apparition came to him and, with her doings, distracted him from his lessons. She whispered that she believed him to be the best, but now he must prove it. He really wanted to do it, but she never gave him a chance and disappeared every time. Draco was beginning to feel that he wouldn’t stand it for long. The worst part was that he didn’t know what could be done about it. How could he concentrate on his task? He was planning to go to the Room of Requirement that afternoon, and hoped to be able to try out the few spells that he was able to write down the previous day.

*****

It was also a very difficult day for Hermione. Malfoy appeared next to her every now and then. His behavior had reached extremes even before breakfast. Shortly after Hermione took a shower, he appeared behind the naked girl when she stood before the mirror looking at her reflection. He brought his bare, muscular body to her back so that she could feel his swollen manhood pushing against her buttocks. The thrill of excitement ran through her skin. The boy began to pass his hands over her body. At first he drew circles with his fingertips on her stomach, and then ran his fingers up to her breasts. He stroked them as gently as he did her abdomen, starting from the outside and approaching her nipples more and more. When he only touched her nipples, they immediately became as hard as rocks. Finally, he grabbed her breasts in his hands and began to massage them with great tenderness. At the same time, he left butterfly kisses on her neck and whispered that if she wanted, she could prove that she was the best in not just her studies. He said that if she could only let herself to go wild, she would never forget it.

Hermione knew that it was not really Malfoy who was talking to her and touching her. She knew that the real one was now in the dungeons of Slytherin and certainly didn’t want her to prove him anything. And it was more possible for him to kill her than touch her. However, the pleasure given to her by the one that stood behind her in the Gryffindor girls’ bathroom made her forget and stop caring. She felt that she wanted to show the real Malfoy what she was able to do. Slowly, she started to forget who he was and how he had behaved towards her and her friends so far. The only important thing was how he influenced her senses. When she reached to catch the Slytherin's buttocks, the specter disappeared as usual.

The false Malfoy appeared that day many times, causing her to become more and more aroused. He would make her feel very agitated and then disappeared. For a brief moment, she thought about confessing her problem to Harry and asking him for help in relieving her sexual tension. However, she rejected the idea. First, she concluded that she couldn’t use Harry that way, and secondly, she was afraid that Harry would be angry at her for even thinking about the ferret like that.

During lessons with the Slytherins, Hermione used all her willpower not to turn in the direction of the blonde. She didn’t look at him even when he tried to answer the teacher’s questions. She was afraid that if she did look at him, she wouldn’t be able to stop and would run to the bench that Malfoy was occupying and then pounce on him, giving a go to her sexual frustration.

*****

Blaise Zabini observed Malfoy and Granger with great amusement. He had to admit that they were doing really well. So far, no one realized what was happening to them. But Blaise knew the potion was influencing them. He noticed Malfoy’s looks of lust towards the Gryffindor, the flush of Hermione’s cheeks and her more frequent than usual nervous lip biting. Blaise kept his eye on Malfoy throughout the day, but followed him so discreetly that his friend didn’t realize it.

Now, Blaise sat in the Slytherin common room, assuming that Draco was with Crabbe and Goyle and would soon come out of their dormitory to go to the same place where Malfoy had spent so many hours during the last months.

As Blaise predicted, his three colleagues appeared in the common room after a while. Not stopping to talk to friends seated there, they moved towards the exit. When the wall closed behind them, Blaise immediately got up from his chair and walked towards the exit. When he got out and looked around, they were nowhere to be seen. He cursed to himself, thinking that he lost them, but then heard Goyle’s guffaw coming from the stairs. He ran in that direction and saw the trio walking up the stairs. Being careful not to betray his presence, he went after them. Malfoy and his henchmen climbed higher and higher. They passed the ground floor, as well as the first, second, third, fourth, fifth and sixth floors. None of them realized that they were being followed.

Finally, all three of them walked down the hall on the seventh floor. Blaise still followed them while maintaining several meters’ distance. Suddenly, as if from nowhere, the hall filled with a group of first year Gryffindors. They seemed to run without rhyme or reason, back and forth, probably playing a game. Zabini didn’t mind students playing, but they effectively blocked his way. Blaise cursed to himself once again and when he was still not able to pass through the corridor, he went to the front by pushing the younger students out of his way. Several of them fell on the wall screaming, and a few landed on the stone floor of the castle. Blaise didn’t care. He had to catch up with Malfoy.

“Mr. Zabini, would you mind explaining to me what are you doing?!” He heard a woman's voice. It was harsh and demanding. Blaise turned back and saw the silhouette of an angry McGonagall. The boy once again cursed inwardly.

“I'm sorry Professor,” he replied. “I'm trying to catch up with my colleagues, and these children are running around blocking the passage.”

“It doesn’t justify violence against younger students! Slytherin loses ten points, and you get detention. Come along with me to my office,” she told him, turning around in the opposite direction of where Zabini was headed. Blaise almost howled with rage, but he knew it was better not to risk ignoring the Deputy Headmistress’ command. He started after her with clenched fists and bowed head, wondering at the same time if he had just lost a chance to gain material to blackmail Malfoy.

*****

When Draco entered the Room of Requirement, he spread his notes and sat down in front of the Vanishing Cabinet. He studied them for a moment, and then started to try different spells that he had noted earlier. For two hours he tried to cast spells on the cabinet. He used different combinations of spells and tried to cast them from different angles of incidence, but didn’t get any results. Finally, while looking at the front of the closet, he grabbed each of the handles in his hands and opened them wide. At this point, instead of cabinet doors spreading open to him, he saw Granger with her legs spreading wide. The girl was sitting in front of him completely naked and smiling. She was covering the sensitive spot between her legs with one hand.

“Do you want to get a look?” she asked innocently.

“Yes!” he answered quickly and without thinking. The girl peeled away one of the fingers covering her femininity. When Draco shifted slightly towards her, the finger went back to its previous position and she laughed. Her breasts began jumping up and down to the rhythm of her gentle laughter. It was too much for Draco. He threw his weight on her, but before he could catch her, Granger disappeared once again and he fell into the cabinet.

At the same time, one could hear the clatter of a metal object falling to the floor in the corridor. Sunk in his fantasy, Draco didn’t hear it. When he finally gathered himself up after the fall, he was not able to erase the image from his memory: Granger covering the view of her femininity and shifting one finger. “I was so close. So close!” he repeated over and over in his mind.

*****

It was after eight o'clock in the evening and the curfew time approached with great strides. Most of the students were already in their common rooms or shared dormitories. Harry and Ron were walking through the empty hallway on the seventh floor of Hogwarts. Harry couldn’t stop thinking about Malfoy’s sudden disappearances on the Marauder's Map. That evening, he followed Malfoy’s movements on the map and saw that the boy disappeared on the seventh floor in the vicinity of the Room of Requirement. Harry persuaded Ron to follow him and check what could have happened with the Slytherin.

Just after dinner, Hermione announced that she had to check something important in the library, so Harry knew she wouldn’t go with him. Besides, she still downplayed Malfoy’s disappearances and claimed that Harry was exaggerating with his suspicions.

“Don’t you think that Hermione is behaving strangely today?” asked Ron, who, like Hermione, was not sure if it made sense to investigate Malfoy’s behavior.

“What do you mean? Because she’s still not talking to you?” asked Harry.

“No,” said Ron with a little annoyance. “Today, she never volunteered to answer the teachers’ questions. Not even once. And she used every opportunity to be alone at the dorm or the library,” he explained. Subconsciously, he hoped that his friend missed him. Hermione hadn’t spoken to Ron for many weeks; she was still too mad at him for dating Lavender. The girl had been bothering Ron with her possessiveness for some time now, but he did not want to give in and admit his mistake in dating Lavender. In addition, he didn’t quite know how to get rid of her, how to break up with her. The boy still hoped that Hermione would stretch out her hand to him and the rest of their problems would work out somehow.

“Why does the fact that she spends a lot of time in the library surprise you so much? Are we talking about the same Hermione? You’ve known her for five and a half years,” Harry said indifferently.

“Oh, you know what I mean. She always spends a lot of time there, but ever since yesterday she has only spoken with others during meals in the Great Hall, and even then she is not very talkative,” argued Weasley.

“I think you're exaggerating. But if you want, I can talk to her and ask what's going on. But first let us check what Malfoy is plotting. I think the Room of Requirement is a good clue,” said Harry, who preferred to focus on tracking Malfoy than on a temporary change of Hermione’s mood.

At this point, Harry and Ron passed two first year Ravenclaws. One of the terrified girls dropped a strange object on the ground. It was in the shape of a crossbow but was made of metal, and instead of an arrow, had an oblong, glass vessel filled with sand. The clink of the strange device collapsing on the stone floor echoed throughout the corridor.

“What are you still doing out here at this hour?” asked Ron, who enjoyed the feeling of importance given to him with the prefect’s badge. “It’s almost curfew. Go back to your common room.”

The girls stared, horrified at the two sixth years, and then they looked down the corridor in the direction the boys were heading. Then the girls looked at each other and nodded to Ron without uttering a word.

The boys turned and went on their way to the Room of Requirement. However, they had not gone a few steps when they heard a curse shouted by both girls at the same time.

“Petrificus Totalus,” the Ravenclaws cried. Harry and Ron felt the spell hit them on the back at the same time. While they were falling to the hard floor, they still didn’t understand what was happening. Their heads were a complete mess. “Why did the first years petrify them and where did they learn such a spell?” both boys wondered. But Harry and Ron couldn’t exchange remarks or catch the girls to ask them why they did this, because they were completely paralyzed.

“What are we going to do with them? If anyone finds them here, we are screwed,” one of the girls said when they approached the immobile boys.

“I do not know Gregory. We should’ve asked Malfoy,” replied the other, forgetting that although the Full Body-Bind Curse paralyzed the body completely, the victim could still hear and see.

At this point, Harry realized what must have happened. The first year Ravenclaws were actually sixth year Slytherins: Draco Malfoy's bodyguards. Malfoy was doing something illegal in the Room of Requirement, and they impersonated first years to be on the lookout. Ron realized the same thing and they both felt a stabbing fear. They were completely defenseless. Crabbe and Goyle could come up with different ideas of what to do with their immobilized bodies. Harry could still remember what happened in September on the train. He couldn’t forgive himself for letting it happen a second time, and of all people, it had to be by those morons.

The two attackers began to look around.

“I know!” one of the girls said. Harry and Ron guessed it was Goyle. “We'll leave them there!” she exclaimed delightedly, and pointed to an open classroom. Immediately, the face of the second one lightened with a goofy smile. Crabbe grabbed Harry’s armpits while Goyle did the same with Ron. Unfortunately, they were in the bodies of eleven-year-old girls and they possessed the strength of said girls, not their own.

“Help me,” ordered Crabbe. Goyle let go of Ron, who once again fell to the stone floor with a loud thud. Goyle grabbed Harry's legs and the Slytherins brought him into the classroom with combined forces.

“Leave them there,” Goyle pointed with his head to the alcove at the back of the classroom, which was completely veiled by shadow. “If we're lucky, no one will find them there for several days.”

“Great idea,” Crabbe agreed with him, and they both carried Harry to the end of the classroom. They left him standing and facing the entrance so that Harry had a view of the room, but was completely hidden.

When Crabbe and Goyle finished, they went back, brought Ron to the classroom, and put him next to Harry.

“So what do we do now?” asked Goyle.

“We’d better get out of here,” his friend said. “Malfoy's probably finished and returned to the dungeons.”

Goyle nodded and they both left the classroom.

*****

A few minutes later, completely obsessed with thinking about Hermione, Draco Malfoy came out of the Room of Requirement and launched towards the dungeons. On his way, he passed the place where he had left Goyle and Crabbe. “Well of course you can’t depend on those idiots!” he thought when he didn’t find them there. He began to look around for them.

And then he saw her. She was walking towards him from the direction of the stairs. He wasn’t sure if this was the true Granger or an apparition, but then she saw him and smiled gently. She was still walking towards him so that only a few steps separated them...

Hermione walked towards Gryffindor Tower with her mind occupied by so many thoughts. She was returning from the library where she had failed to find anything about the visions that haunted her. She had to stop her research because the library hours had elapsed. When she was on the seventh floor and almost passing the corridor where the Room of Requirement was, she saw Malfoy. He stood there and was looking around. Occupied with his thoughts, he looked as attractive as in each of her visions.

At that point, he noticed her, and in his eyes she saw the same desire from the previous day. The girl immediately felt excitement and smiled slightly at the thought of what was awaiting her. She walked over to him and he didn’t move from his spot. He just stood still, looking at her.

Watching the blush appear on her cheeks, Draco felt that he needed to see her bare breasts and her femininity again, and he wouldn’t let her cover herself this time. He forgot that she could disappear at any time and that the decision about what was going to happen didn’t belong to him.

He approached her, took her by the waist with his right hand and pulled her to him. For the first time, she didn’t disappear and he felt her full breasts against his chest and her shapely buttocks under his fingers. Not believing his luck, he sank his mouth onto hers, and when she parted her lips, he slid his tongue into her mouth and began to explore it. Their tongues united and began to tease and touch each other. The last sensible thought he had was to pull the girl to the open and empty classroom a few feet away. When they were inside, Draco sat Hermione on one of the benches.

Hearing footsteps and movement outside the classroom, Harry hoped for a split second that rescue had come. But then two entwined figures burst into the room and Harry recognized his best friend and Draco Malfoy. Terrified, he thought that Malfoy had attacked the girl, and now she was struggling to get free. Harry tried, by all means, to oppose the power of the paralyzing spell and help Hermione, but his limbs were still as motionless as stone.

Then, when Malfoy started to kiss her neck feverishly while trying at the same time to unbutton her robes, Harry realized that not only did Hermione not fight him, she totally condoned his behavior and even demanded it.

At the same time, Ron had the impression that he was in some kind of nightmare. What he was seeing was too surreal and unbelievable. He watched in horror as Malfoy tried to strip Hermione’s clothes while she was spreading the Slytherin’s robes with equal fury.

Neither Hermione nor Draco knew if it was happening in their heads or in reality.

The sensation was so intense and clear that they both began to suspect that what they were doing was very real. However, that distinction was no longer important. They were here with the person they wanted more than anything in the world. For a brief moment, the idea that someone could see them because it was not yet past curfew ran through Draco’s head. He knew that if someone caught them, rumors would spread through the castle at a rapid pace, because everybody knew how the two of them hated each other. Furthermore, when Draco realized that what was happening was real, he thought that he should ask Granger for a contraceptive potion. He hadn’t foreseen this situation and didn’t have any with him. But he decided not to say anything about it. He was afraid that if she didn’t have the potion with her, she would change her mind and run away the second she was reminded about it. He couldn’t wait any longer. Besides, a similar opportunity might never happen again.

Hermione thought exactly the same thing, and like Draco, she also couldn’t and didn’t want to wait any longer. She had never thought about it because she had never needed one before , but now she regretted that wizards had never invented such a thing as a contraceptive spell. “Come what may,” she thought. “I can’t wait any longer.”

Harry and Ron watched how hastily she was undressing Malfoy, as if in that moment nothing else mattered to her.

She finally managed to take off his robes and now he was standing next to her, naked from the waist up. His chest, stomach and arms looked exactly like in her visions: beautifully carved and smooth. Even the dark mark appearing on his left forearm didn’t scare her.

Although Harry and Ron couldn’t see the dark mark because they could only watch Malfoy's right profile, the image that loomed in front of their eyes seemed, to them, absolutely unreal.

Harry could see everything as if in slow motion, as if he were under the influence of alcohol or narcotics.

When Ron realized that what he was seeing with his own eyes was very real, various terrible feelings filled him: from pain, through anger, then to a sense of betrayal.

While unbuttoning Granger’s shirt, Draco lost his patience at some point and just pulled it up to gain access to her bra. Once he got to it, he pulled one of the cups aside and drew one of her breasts out. When he saw a round, pink nipple, he took it into his mouth and start caressing it with his tongue. At the same time, Hermione coped with his belt and unzipped his trousers. His pants fell to the ground.

Neither Hermione nor Draco said a single word to each other, as if fearing that any word could interrupt what was going on. The only things heard were moans, grunts, and the sounds of sucking and kissing lips.

Harry still tried to resist the power of the spell restraining him. He wanted to stop what he was seeing. He wanted to run to Hermione and ask what she was doing.

Ron’s anger at the girl was growing and growing. He wondered how she could do something like this with their worst enemy.

While Hermione slid her hand into Draco's boxers, he stroked her thigh, moving deeper and deeper under her skirt. When he reached her panties, he grabbed it in his hands. She raised her hips slightly to help him and he slid her panties off with one swift move. He pulled away from her and threw the panties aside. When she went to grab him and draw him closer to once again feel his mouth on her breast, he smiled and stopped her. When she leaned back on her elbows, he grabbed her knees and forced her to open her thighs wide. He stared, fascinated at her femininity. It was moist and the lips were swollen and pink. The view he desired for so long hypnotized him completely. A shiver of excitement ran through Hermione’s back.

At this point, Ron came to the conclusion that if the girl didn’t feel embarrassment and discomfort when a Slytherin was watching the most intimate parts of her body, it meant that this meeting couldn’t be the first one. Hermione had already been hanging out with the Slytherin. Perhaps this was Malfoy’s secret.

It seemed strange to Hermione that she felt absolutely no shame. On the contrary, it even excited her that Malfoy was interested in her femininity.

After a moment, Draco felt as if some kind of force pulled him closer to the girl and the space between her legs. He approached her, and when his mouth only slightly touched her pussy lips, she moaned louder than before. This encouraged him even more. He began to suck on her lower lips, and then jostled her clitoris with his tongue. Finally, he slid his tongue inside, between the folds. He was sinking into her with his mouth and tongue, trying to suck all the moisture of her excitement. Just before Hermione’s arousal reached its zenith and she was getting closer to fulfillment, Draco pulled away and, once again, clung to her mouth.

When he kissed her and his hands caressed both of her exposed breasts, Hermione reached for the edge of his boxers and slid them down, releasing his swollen member. She moved away from the boy, looked lustfully at his manhood and licked her upper lip. His manhood was even bigger than she expected. She had no experience in this matter because this was the first boy she saw completely naked, but even if she had she would still be impressed by the Slytherin’s pecker. It was certainly at least eight inches long and half thicker than average (according to the book she once accidentally found and leafed through). She touched it with her fingertips, then grabbed it with her whole hand and drove her thumb on the head. The boy groaned, and she pulled him to her with the other hand. She set his manhood right before the entrance to her depths. She felt the head of his member touching the petals of her womanhood, swollen with excitement. He groaned once again and looked into her eyes.

Then he bowed his head and began to penetrate her without taking his gray eyes off of her womanhood. She was so excited that she didn’t even think about the pain of her first time. She wasn’t thinking about whom she was giving her virginity to. What mattered was only to finally feel him inside of her. When he was tearing the barrier and his huge member was broadening her tight insides, she felt no pain, only excitement that she was doing what she wanted so much, and what seemed impossible to her only a few minutes ago.

When he entered her entirely, she felt strangely complete, as if someone gave her part of her body that she didn’t even know she was missing. While she embraced his waist with her legs, he put his arms on her back. Then she intertwined her hands around his neck. When he began to move slowly, his lips went to her mouth and sank onto it. His every move made them feel incredible pleasure, which kept growing. Only moans and grunts of satisfaction could be heard in the room.

When she was moaning under Malfoy with pleasure, Ron felt like nails were digging into his flesh with every sound released by her. She was close to his heart, sometimes he thought that she was closer than a friend, and now she was acting like a horny Slytherin girl, like Parkinson. If only Ron could move or say something, he would start to scream with anger at the situation and Hermione. He would call her the worst existing insults. He didn’t understand how she could behave like that towards their enemy, a Death Eater. As he stood frozen and forced to watch, he would do anything to be able to look away. He didn’t want to look at it, did not want to hear it. He tried, with all of his force, to resist the influence of the Body-Binding Curse: to clog his ears, close his eyes and escape as fast as he could from this classroom. He felt tears of grief and anger in his eyes and his throat got dry.

At the same time, Harry wondered how it happened, how it was possible that he and Ron saw something like that before their own eyes. He still couldn’t believe that Hermione was acting of her own will. In addition to it all, a strange feeling was growing in his own abdomen. It was a force that wanted to break free but, due to a spell, couldn’t. Harry really didn’t want to feel arousal at such a terrible time, but he was only a teenager. So he began to imagine himself and Ginny in a similar situation. Ron also felt a growing arousal, but it was muted by the anger and pain he felt.

At some point, Malfoy suddenly sped up, making Hermione moan even louder. Now, he was thrusting into her rapidly and as deeply as possible. He was decompressing the frustration that had built up in him from the day before.

The pleasure that Hermione felt was almost on the verge of pain. She had the impression that his big prick, which was rhythmically stretching her, would tear her apart in any moment. But she didn’t mind. On the contrary, she wanted him to delve into her more deeply and rapidly. She felt as if it was bringing her closer to a different state of consciousness. She moved closer and closer until she felt a wave of ecstasy flooding her completely. It was the most wonderful feeling that she had ever experienced in her life.

When Draco felt her muscles rhythmically tightening around his dick and only the lingering sounds of climax were coming from her, he sped up even more and, in a few seconds, joined the girl in her fulfillment. Hermione felt a huge stream of his seed spurt inside of her, filling her completely.

When Draco finally felt like all the pressure from the previous day was released with his climax, he was filled with an emotion of happiness that he had never felt before. The experience had never been so strong, so overwhelming.

For a moment, they both felt absolute bliss. She clung to him even harder, and he embraced her even stronger than before. But after a few seconds, as if on command, they broke away from each other and their frightened eyes met. They realized what they had just done and with whom. The potion had stopped working and they were no longer under its influence.

They still didn’t utter a word. They were both in shock, which prevented them from thinking rationally. They only knew that they had done something very wrong.

Harry and Ron were already in such a mental state that they couldn’t see the terrified faces of Hermione and Malfoy.

Hermione was the first to pull out of the numbness. She jumped down from the bench, quickly corrected her bra and blouse, and found and put on her panties and robes.

During this time, Draco stared at her dumbfounded. When she ran out into the hallway, he stood there completely naked for a moment, not knowing what to think or do. Only after a while did he get dressed and walked towards his dormitory.

Neither Hermione nor Draco realized that they were being watched the whole time. At the end of the room in a dark alcove, Harry and Ron still couldn’t get over what they had seen with their own eyes. If someone told them about it, they certainly wouldn’t believe him. How was it possible that Hermione, their best friend, was sleeping with their greatest enemy in the school? How did she move from feeling hatred for him to having the role of his mistress? They both felt that their world had collapsed.

When it was all over, Ron still felt the pain of being betrayed and cheated. But after a while he began to analyze the situation. He felt anger swell increasingly in him. He could forgive her when she conjured birds to attack him, but having any ties with Malfoy was too much.

In Harry's head, questions like “why” and “how is that possible” still rang out.

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Concerned about the absence of Harry, Ron and Hermione, Ginny decided to find them. When she searched through all the places that they visited frequently, she returned to Gryffindor Tower and went straight to the boys’ dormitory. She found the Marauder’s Map and soon spotted Harry and Ron. Hermione was nowhere to be seen. Ginny took the map with her and headed in their direction.

The girl moved quietly and slowly, because it was already late at night and Filch could catch her. It would end with a punishment and reduction of points from Gryffindor. When Ginny got to the classroom, she didn’t notice them at first. But then she went to the back, where she saw them on the map, and she found them frozen in a dark alcove.

“Finite Incantatem,” she said, pointing her wand at them. “What are you doing here? How did this happen?” she asked. But Harry and Ron were still distressed by what they had seen and they didn’t know how to answer.

Between Malfoy’s desertion and Ginny’s rescue, Ron cursed Hermione in his mind and wondered why she did what she did. He was angry that she had attacked him for going out with Lavender while she was doing something much worse. Then he began to wonder if maybe she did it in order to take revenge on him for his relationship with Lavender. “But then, why would she hide it?” he wondered. It was all totally pointless.

At the same time, Harry couldn’t forgive Hermione for choosing Malfoy: the one who had immobilized him on their way to Hogwarts in September, the same person who was trying to carry out a task assigned to him by Voldemort. How could she!?

When Ginny didn’t get the answer to her first question, she turned her attention to Hermione’s absence and the fact that she couldn’t find her on the map.

“Do you know where Hermione is?” she asked.

“No!” snapped Ron. He didn’t know if they should tell Ginny about what they saw. He came to the conclusion that he should talk about it with Harry first. “We’d better go back to Gryffindor Tower,” he said and left the classroom.

On the way back to Gryffindor Tower, Harry, Ron, and Ginny spoke only about how they were immobilized by Malfoy's henchmen. The boys didn’t mention anything about how they watched the blonde and Hermione while they couldn’t move. Ginny felt that it was not everything, but didn’t know how she could get the whole truth from them. She decided to give up, coming to the conclusion that if it was something important they would have told her.

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