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A Witch's Tale	By : snowblind12 Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female Views: 27756 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 5
Disclaimer: This fanfic is based off the Harry Potter books which are owned by JKR. I make no money from this fanfic and these characters as well as the Harry Potter books and world belong to JKR!

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Please forgive the punctuation and spelling errors. I'm terrible with them. Thank you JKR for having created these characters. They are so much fun to play with.
His blue eyes were piercing and the intensity of his stare made her shiver. She didn't dare look away. Every step she took back he simply took one towards her. He was the lion and she was the gazelle. She had left her wand on the bedside table. Why hadn't she taken it with her when she went to the kitchen? How could she be so foolish. Garden snake? More like a cobra and he was about to strike. She found herself backed up to the wall.
"No where to go my little cub." His voice was suddenly deeper, somehow not his own, and his face wasnt as soft looking as it had been earlier. He looked older, more domineering and the black robes.. where did the black robes come from? He kept moving towards her until he was towering over her and then he was pressed up against her. His eyes no longer blue, but almost black to match his now black hair.
He grabbed her hands and next thing she knew they were above her head and tied to a hook on the wall. Where did that hook come from? His soft, long and strong hands cradled her face as he crashed his lips onto hers. She found herself kissing him back. Oh Merlin, she had never been kissed like this. His hands moved down her neck and down her chest where they ripped her pajama top open, buttons flying everywhere. His mouth suddenly sucking her left breast as his left hand held her right, while his thumb and forefinger pinched her nipple hard.
She felt a warmth in her belly and between her thighs. His hands moved down her sides and slid under the elastic of her pajama bottoms. She felt the cool air against her warm skin as he slid the bottoms down her legs. He stood back and looked at her with a sneeer. Only now, his face was paler and his eyes a strange silver grey color.
"Granger, do you know how long I've wanted to fuck you into submission?"
His voice was no longer the deep sultry voice from a moment ago, but a sneering, drawl. Where his hair was black, it was now white as snow and his skin looked more youthful. His eyes roamed up and down her now naked body and his sneer became a look of total desire. He stepped forward and crashed his lips onto hers again. Someone was moaning loudly and breathing hard. She realized with shock it was herself. It was like she was posessed. She couldn't get enough. One hand slid down between her legs and created friction where she needed it most. If her hands hadnt been tied she knows she would have collapsed to the floor as her knees felt so weak. The wizard chuckled as he brought his other hand down to join the first. His forearms were lifting her thighs. She couldn't help but wrap her legs around his waist. She could feel his erection get harder and bigger, "Oh, Granger, who knew you were such a hottie under those robes.." His voice was seductive and she was putty in his hands.
He was rubbing against her and she could feel her climax building. She was losing control. Wait...what control? This was wrong! She started to panic. "Stop, stop!" She yelled and tried to push him away with her hips, but this only made his breathing faster. She could feel his hardness at her entrance and screamed as loud as she could, "Please stop! Don't do this".
He whispered in her ear as he licked her ear lobe, "Dont be like that, Hermione." His voice was then softer and teasing, "Hermione, such a name for such a hot little witch...Hermione, Hermione.." He kept whispering her name and he was starting to push into her. She continued to yell stop, but he just kept whispering her name. Only now he was yelling it as he started to push harder into her but still not quite entering her.
"Hermione", his voice more urgent and louder still. "Hermione!" He was shouting...
"Hermione!, wake up!" She suddenly opened her eyes to discover familiar green eyes looking into them. "It's ok. Hermione. You're safe," he whispered comfortingly.
She took a deep breath and looked around finding herself on her couch and not pinned against a wall about to have sex with Draco Malfoy. Realization dawned that she was safe. Her mind raced as the vivid dream began to fade but she was still shaken and was having a hard time slowing down her breathing. Wow. What a dream.
"You ok, Mione?" Harry asked. "I didn't realize you were still having the nightmares." He looked concerned and his brow was furrowed as he watched her.
She smiled, "I'm fine, Harry. Really, I am." She sat up and rubbed her eyes. She hadn't been having the nightmares as frequently lately, but this dream was not her usual, and she wouldn't quite call it a nightmare. Now that she realized it was a dream, and she hadn't really been being attacked, she wished she could go back to sleep and rejoin the fantasy, err dream. It was unlike anything she had ever dreamt. Even if it was starring the Slytherins.
"I'm sorry I'm not ready, Harry. Let me make some tea", she said as she started to stand.
Harry stopped her with his hand on her shoulder. "It's ok. You get your bearings. I'll make the tea." With that he walked away and headed into the kitchen. Harry had access to Hermione's floo and could pop in any time. Today, she had plans to watch Ginny's game with him. She was a chaser for the Chudley Cannons.
Hermione yawned and stood up to stretch. Wow, had she really just had a Theo, Snape and Malfoy twisted sex dream? She went to the bathroom and opted to take a quick shower. Her mind replayed the dream and she was surprised at herself. Why would we dream such a thing? She was incredibly turned on in the dream until the end when her dream mind became practical and saw the reality of the situation. She was about to be raped. But, if her dream self hadn't panicked, it might have continued into an even more amazing sex dream.
After her shower she quickly dressed and headed into the kitchen to find the tea ready. "Thanks, Harry." She smiled at him but the smile didn't remove the look of concern on her best friends face. "I'm fine, really!" She walked over to him and took the mug he was handing her. The tea smelled divine. Her head ached so she grabbed a hangover potion out of the corner cabinet.
"Hangover, huh?" he smiled at her. "What did you do last night? I thought you weren't going out."
"I wasn't planning to, but when I left work I just felt like a drink so I went to the Wayward Broom." She sat down at the table and Harry sat across from her. "What time is Ginny's game?", she asked trying to change the conversion.
"Not til noon, so we have another hour," he replied. "You went to the Wayward Broom? Were you alone?" He asked, clearly not allowing her to get away with her diversion attempt. "Please tell me you weren't drinking alone, Mione. Please don't follow Ron's path." He was scolding and pleading at the same time.
"I went in to have a drink by myself but I wasn't alone for long. Stop your worrying. You know I'm not a big drinker." Her tone was a little defensive. She loved Harry but he had become somewhat of a father hen, so to speak. While she appreciated his concern and love for her, sometimes it was a little overbearing.
"Oh, who were you with?" he asked trying to sound mildly interested but Hermione knew better.
She contemplated how to answer. She wasn't sure how Harry would respond to her having gotten drunk with a Slytherin, much less a Death Eaters son.
"Actually, I was pleasantly surprised to find that Theodore Nott is quite good company." She internally cringed at the reaction she feared.
"Theo Nott? Seriously?" He looked at her with shock. "How did that happen?"
"I was sitting at the bar and he walked up and joined me. He was perfectly friendly.", she added, trying to sound nonchalant.
"Yeah but, do you even know him?
"Well, I know him better now than before last night." She took a sip of her tea and continued. "He saw I was alone and just came over."
"Huh..What did you talk about? I mean, I don't mean to be nosy but I can't get my head around you drinking with Theo Nott!" He was looking at her like she had sprout another head.
Hermione laughed. "We talked about a lot of things, actually. Of Course, we talked about Hogwarts and what our school friends are currently up to. He's really into reading so we talked about the new library. He travels a lot so we talked about some of the places he's been recently." She paused and shrugged, "I don't know we just...talked. It was nice."
Harry got a big smile on face. "He was nice, huh?"
"Oh stop, Harry! It was just a couple drinks, not a big deal." Her mind flashed back to him kissing her hand good night and then to the dream memory of him stalking her in her hallway. Those piercing blue eyes...She stood up to put her now empty mug in the sink and tried to think of something else.
"Well, if it's no big deal, why are you blushing?"
"What? I'm not blushing! It's the caffeine, sometimes it reacts with the hangover potion and causes my face to turn red."
"Uh huh...sure, Hermione. Whatever you say." He was grinning and went to put his cup in the sink as well. "Well, if you find yourself in his company again and becoming friendly, please feel free to bring him over to Grimauld place. Ginny and I will need to approve of him, of course."
Harry was being playful and in no way reacted poorly to her disclosure. She fully expected a more volatile reaction and was pleasantly surprised to find Harry accepting of her befriending a slytherin. It seemed they had both grown up and were getting passed old prejudices.
Saturday Afternoon
It was hot! They had portkeyed to Florida to see Ginny's Chudley Cannons take on the Daytona Darts. She knew Florida was hot in August, but this was almost unbearable. She also knew once they got into their box seats she could cast a cooling charm and all would be well. The Daytona Darts had a brand new stadium that wasn't over land, but over the ocean. The stands were charmed to hover and there was a platform beneath the stands to protect spectators should anyone slip and fall. The players brooms were charmed to float and not take water damage.
They made it to the beach entrance. On a charmed, hidden expanse of the beach there were port-a-johns that acted like the ones in the Ministry. You flushed yourself to the stadium. Hermione went first and Harry followed. They arrived at the main entrance of the stadium where there were charmed lifts that took you to wherever your ticketed seat was. Hermione and Harry were in the player's family and friends box which was at the very top. As the lift took them up, Hermione looked down at the choppy ocean below.
"Don't look down, Mione", Harry cautioned. She was happy when the lift arrived at their box and they were able to sit down. Their seats were in the second row of the box. The box held about 40 people as there were 4 rows with 10 seats in each row. The seats were spacious and cushioned. They had individual pull out tables and drink holders as well as a charmed under seat space that could fit souvenirs or any number of items. The box was already charmed to be cooler. She stood up to take her robe off. As she looked around she saw the unmistakable white head of hair one row behind and 4 seats over. Malfoy!
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