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Chapter 3

Over
the last 12 hours, Hermione had successfully managed to avoid Malfoy�s
presence. She had accepted that he
would have to touch her, but she deeply resented the idea of actually
talking to him about it. Any
conversation that might spring between them about this topic would no doubt lead
to Hermione marching off in frustration due to a loss for words. She really wasn�t any good with sexual
innuendo�s and �calling the things by their names�.

Since
a lust-craze would be activated by natural arousal, Hermione felt as if she was
walking on eggshells. She had to
constantly keep her guard up so she wouldn�t set �it� off. It wasn�t as if she was a hormonal
nymph, but she was still a normal teenager with rampant hormones who
occasionally got a bout of �tingly feelings�. As she saw it, anything could
trigger a stint of arousal and she couldn�t allow herself to let it happen any
time soon. She had already accepted
it probably would happen again, but that didn�t take away the fact that
she felt very nervous, even if Hermione had found a slight upside to this whole
ordeal.

If
she could avoid Malfoy touching her, she would very much do so.

Therefore,
she carefully kept herself away from unused classrooms, dark corners or any
other place frequently used for snogging.
She really wasn�t about to go and provoke it, so she kept herself away
from anything she could find even remotely arousing.


This was something which proved more difficult than
anticipated.

Mind
you, Hermione wasn�t the kind of person who got aroused by just about
anything. It just so happened to be
another one of those things that, just when you start trying to avoid it, was
thrown in your face all day. All of
the sudden Hermione started noticing sexual innuendos all over the place; she
had never really noticed how many phallus-shaped items resided in the
school.

Wands,
brooms, candles, pointy hats,...

Why
did she even notice these things?
She had never found the �phallus� to be remotely arousing.

Intimidating,
yes.

Arousing,
no.

She
had never seen the male genitalia in real life, but she didn�t need any pictures
apart from the diagrams in her biology book to know that it wasn�t exactly
pretty. It was frumpy and veiny
and... just yuk. She
couldn�t understand why Ginny kept insisting on spying on Harry and Ron through
a peeping hole whenever they changed clothes, a habit she had picked up ever
since Harry had started staying over at the Burrow. Whenever Hermione stayed over at the
Weasley�s, Ginny kept urging her �to take a look�, something Hermione had always
politely declined. Ginny might have
a somewhat disturbing fascination with the male body, but Hermione tried very
hard not to imagine what Harry and Ron looked like underneath their
clothes. Even thinking about it
felt disturbing, mostly because she regarded them both as brothers.

But
no matter how family-like Hermione might regard her friends, she sure wasn�t
going to tell what was happening with her and Malfoy. It was embarrassing enough as it was;
the last thing she needed was for other people to find out.

Hermione
snapped out of her musings and tried to focus her attention on her potions
assignment while ignoring the suggestive shape of the carrots and the banana she
currently had to work with.

She
wondered if Malfoy was at all affected by their current situation. The bastard was probably on the verge of
gagging at the thought of �feeling up� the Mudblood. Yes well, it was his own stinking fault.

Hermione
still felt very uneasy about letting someone touch her in such a personal way
and see her in such a vulnerable state. Then again, she supposed if he had
already seen her during orgasm, there really couldn�t be a more vulnerable side
of her to see.

At
least, someone would know she could be sexual if she wanted to.

She still wished that person would
have been someone she liked a little.
Self-confidence might be an appealing asset for a man, but plain
arrogance is not. She comforted
herself with the fact that it wasn�t Harry or Ron, because, as crazy as it might
sound, the thought of either of them touching her in a sexual manner was way
more disturbing than the thought of Malfoy touching her. She could �let go� with her worst enemy,
but not with her best friends.

Odd,
but true.

There
really wasn�t any easy way to get through this ordeal mentally undamaged. Malfoy was going to make fun of her, no
matter how she reacted.

If
she reacted reluctantly, he�d probably call her prudish.

If
she acted as if she enjoyed it all, he would probably call her a sexually
deprived hussy.

And
if she just didn�t react at all, he�d probably call her frigid.

There
really was no good way to deal with the ferret-faced sod.

Hermione
decided that the best way to act was to be cool and aloof. Malfoy was probably going to expect her
to be prissy and prudish and if she didn�t react as such, at least she�d get the
benefit of surprising him.

It
would be �acting� indeed, since Hermione felt far from
�cool�.

She
felt silly to admit it, but this morning she had had a bit of a fright when she
came to the conclusion that she didn�t seem to have any bras that were remotely
appealing. Hermione totally wasn�t
prepared for anyone groping her; as long as a bra did what it was designed to
do; Hermione hadn�t cared about what it looked like. Why would she have, if no one else was
around to see it? Heck, most of the
time her bras and knickers didn�t even match.

Hermione
sighed in annoyance.

She
wasn�t even involved with anyone and yet she already had to deal with the
fuss.

She
didn�t want the fuss.

...Especially
not when it involved Malfoy.

Yet,
a part of her wanted to look somewhat sexy, to feel more secure about herself
and to fulfil the pretty mental picture in her secret fantasies. Malfoy sure fulfilled his part of it,
Hermione mused as she let her eyes sweep over to the aforementioned Slytherin on
the other side of the classroom. He
might be an insufferable git, but he did have the good looks of the models that
pose for the covers of romance novels.
Well... not totally, since those men are mostly tall, dark and beefy with
ruggedly handsome looks. Malfoy was
the opposite of that. He was
muscular in a slender sort of way, he wasn�t very tall either and he definitely
didn�t have any �rugged� good looks.

Heck,
if you wanted to call him anything, it would have been �effeminate�.

His
hair had the silky-smooth look of a girl�s, his pale skin looked as soft as that
of a baby�s bottom and his style of clothing was so impeccable one might start
questioning his sexual orientation if he wasn�t actively pursuing every girl in
sight.

Hermione
absentmindedly chewed her lip as she timidly let her eyes rake over Malfoy�s
form. She had never really felt
herself drawn towards the beefy, hairy, manly-man sort of guys, so she didn�t
really mind Malfoy�s slender features.

Nope,
she wouldn�t kick him out of bed.

However,
she would probably stuff a roll of socks in his mouth to keep him quiet.

Malfoy�s
skills in the bedroom were almost legendary, but Hermione had never actively
wondered about them. Hermione had
never imagined that she would have to socially engage with him in a sexual
manner, so why should she have cared or wondered? She had never needed to be concerned
about his performance in the sack, so she had never really spent much time
thinking about it.

But
she certainly was wondering about it now, though.

She
knew that he had the reputation of being a passionate lover, yet for the life of
her, she couldn�t picture it.
Hermione had never seen Malfoy as anything but the cold, snide and cruel
Slytherin that seemed to live to see her suffer.

It
seemed... wrong to regard him otherwise.

Hermione
couldn�t help but watch Malfoy as he tapped his index finger against the
saltshaker, calculatingly letting the salt drop into his potion. She couldn�t help but notice what nice
hands he had. Well kept
fingernails, long slender fingers,... Would they really be as skilled on the
female body as rumours said they were?
She squinted and tried to imagine seeing his hands passionately caressing
a woman�s flesh, his pale body flushed with desire and his icy-grey eyes
darkened with lust.

As
an array of interesting mental images popped into her head, Hermione�s breath
started to quicken and she found it to be quite warm in the chilly dungeon all
of the sudden.

Uh
oh.

Hermione�s
eyes widened at the realisation.

No
no no no no no no no!

This
was too soon! This couldn�t be
happening. Not now! Not here.

Stupid
Malfoy and his stupid prettiness!

Hermione
started taking deep controlling breaths.
She couldn�t let this �thing� rule her life. The mind is stronger than the body,
dammit!

Breathe
in... breathe out... breathe in... breathe out...

�Hermione,
are you okay?� Harry asked in a
whisper.

Hermione
nodded.

�I�m
fine,� she answered, yet her voice was a bit higher than usual. �A bit of a stomach-ache, that�s
all. It will go
away.�

Harry
nodded, albeit a bit concernedly and dropped the matter to continue with his
potion.

Hermione
crossed her legs over each other, trying to relieve some of her yearning by
rubbing them together. She could
feel her nipples hardening while an uncomfortable heat seemed to be forming
between her legs. Hermione closed
her eyes and tried to focus on controlling her breathing.

Think un-sexy thoughts! Think un-sexy thoughts! Think un-sexy thoughts! Think un-sexy thoughts! Think un-sexy thoughts!

�What?�
Harry asked.

�What?� Hermione yelped in return, suddenly realising that
she must have whispered her mantra aloud.
The brusque manner in which she had snapped out of her trance made her
jump up and knock her wooden spoon off the desk and to the ground. In reflex, she immediately ducked her
head under the desk to retrieve the spoon and to also avoid looking at Harry
since she was sure her eyes were filled with desire. Hermione suddenly found that arousal
made her body react far less controlled than it normally would. In her urgency to get under the desk,
Hermione overstretched herself and unceremoniously tumbled out of her seat. She collided with the stone floor with a
loud �THUMP�, which made all eyes in the classroom questioningly rake towards
her.

�Miss
Granger, what exactly are you doing on the floor?� Snape drawled.

�I... I
fell� Hermione said hoarsely. She was getting increasingly aroused, even though
everyone in her class was questioningly staring at her as she was sprawled
across the floor. She was digging
her fingernails painfully into her ankles, making sure she kept her hands
there
instead of instinctively letting them wander elsewhere. For the love of
Merlin, please make it stop!

�And what
exactly was it that made you tumble out of your seat?� Snape enquired.

�I was
just being a bit clumsy, sir,� Hermione said huskily.

�She has
a stomach-ache,� Harry suddenly said, probably trying to help her out.

�A
stomach-ache?� Snape said, but his
tone of voice made it clear that he knew the true nature of her
malady. Gods, this was so
embarrassing! Getting aroused was
one thing, but getting aroused in front of Snape was
another. Hermione swallowed
nervously, wondering if Snape was going to say anything about it. She knew that he wasn�t exactly fond of
her and in a moment of weakness he might be inclined to take advantage of this
ordeal.

�Mister Malfoy, since you seem to be
ahead of everyone else, please escort miss Granger to the hospital wing� Snape
drawled, �I can�t work with students who are sick.�

Hermione
didn�t know if she should feel relieved or mortified by this outcome. But apparently she didn�t have time to
ponder on the nature of her current feelings, when her eyes met an outstretched
hand hovering in front of her face.
She grudgingly took Malfoy�s hand and tried to engage the muscles in her
legs so he could haul her off the floor.

When she
was pulled up to her feet and they both were eyelevel, Hermione had to
physically restrain herself not to just pounce on the blond Slytherin. Her entire body was tingling and aching
and she desperately wanted to rub it against someone else�s. Malfoy seemed to notice her desire,
judging by the amused smirk that was covering his face.

�Come on
Granger, I don�t have all day,� Malfoy said as he pulled her along towards the
exit. �Let�s go deal with your
�stomach-ache�.�

Hermione
wanted to come up with a witty retort, but she felt as if she had just gotten a
lobotomy. After they walked into
the corridor and the door to the dungeon closed behind them, Hermione savagely
started jumping up and down while shaking her limbs in a desperate attempt to
relieve some of her stress.

�As
charming as that display might be, I do think we�d better get going� Malfoy said
as he grabbed her wrist and pulled her along through the corridor.

Hermione�s need was so great it was
actually hurting. When they finally
reached the top of the stairs, Hermione found that she was forced to walk with a
slight hunch to accommodate the throbbing ache in her core.

�Malfoy...� she groaned as she stopped moving. �Stop... Can�t-�

Hermione
realised that she honestly didn�t have enough blood left in her brain to make
her able to voice her wants, so she just acted on them.

�Granger,
this is a publ-umpfff.� Though Malfoy had started to speak, Hermione did what
she had urged herself not to do whilst in the dungeon: pounce on him. She compressed herself against his body
and savagely ravished his mouth.
She desperately needed to come.
She just wanted to grab his gorgeous hands and rub them over every nook
and curve of her body. She didn�t
care that they were in the middle of the hallway and someone might see them, she
just wanted release.

Draco�s
eyes were open in distress. He felt
as if he was being pawed by a wild animal.
How on earth was he supposed to go about this whilst he was in the middle
of the hallway with Granger groping him all over?

�For
goodness sake, not in public!� he suddenly heard McGonagall�s voice say sternly
and part of him honestly felt relieved for her intervention.

�Not... In... Public!� she repeated as she approached the two and
manhandled them into her office while Granger held onto Draco for dear
life. The professor shut the door
behind them, left them to their business and toddled off as if nothing out of
the ordinary was going on.

The
moment the door had shut behind them Draco desperately tried to take control of
the situation. How in the hell was
he supposed to be able to get to second base if Granger kept molesting him like
a sexually deprived Veela during mating season?

For
Merlin�s sake, she was practically savage!

Draco
took action and shoved her unto McGonagall�s desk somewhat forcefully, which
sent a whole stack of scrolls tumbling off the desk. The moment he started unbuttoning her
shirt, Granger slapped his hands away and ripped the garment open, the buttons
flying all over the place. Draco�s
eyes widened at the act. Lust
potion or not, seeing Granger this wanton sure was disquieting. Before Draco could do anything, Granger
snatched his hands and placed them on her bra-covered breasts. In reflex, Draco squeezed his fingers
around the globes, earning him a thankful growl from Granger.

Now they were getting somewhere.

As he
started kneading the responsive globes, Draco instantly noted that this wouldn�t
do at all. The bra kept Granger�s
breasts firmly into place, and coincidentally offered him nothing to work
with. It might be Granger, but he
still had a reputation to uphold as someone who knew how to please a girl. When this thing was over, she�d probably
run off to her girlfriends to titter about Draco Malfoy�s �talents�. Draco thought he�d quite like to see the
Head Girl blushing at the memory while finding herself unable to say anything
negative about his skills.

Hermione�s mind was so far gone that she didn�t even
notice Malfoy magically removing her bra with a flick of his wand. Suddenly a warm wetness enveloped her
nipple, an unfamiliar sensation that shook her to her very core. Hermione arched her back, pushing
herself further against Malfoy, whose lips were currently feasting on one of her
nipples. She felt as if she was
burning up from the inside. As she
was lying on the desk, Malfoy was forced to lie partially across her to be able
to reach her breasts.
Instinctively, she parted her legs a little further and let her hand
guide itself to the crook of Malfoy�s back; pulling him fully against her so she
could ride his thigh.

�O
Gods... Yesssss,� Hermione moaned as she started rubbing herself against
him. As she rode his upper leg,
they both made suggestive rocking movements on top of the desk, something that
Hermione found tremendously erotic.
She felt him grabbing her breasts with both hands, pushing them together
and nuzzling them with his face; tending to both her nipples at the same
time.

Oh
Goddamit, he was as good with his hands as the rumours claimed he was.

Hermione�s knickers were soaking wet and she knew
she�d be leaving a wet spot on Malfoy�s trousers, but at this point she really
didn�t care. Her eyes were leaking
with tears from so much pent up emotion.
It felt so good, yet it also hurt so incredibly much. She was almost weeping in
desperation. She needed to come so
badly she wanted to scream in agony.

She was
almost there... Yes... just a bit more- come on... Oh godsss-
yes...

Hermione�s eyes rolled back into their sockets as she
broke apart. She knocked several
quills and a paperweight off the desk in her arms� desperate search to hold onto
something. She screamed as she
came, the sexual tension coursing through her body in an incredibly forceful
wave as it went on its way out.

Hermione
collapsed against the desk with a �thud�, panting heavily and shaking as if she
had a fever. The release felt so
good she thought she might cry with happiness. As she opened her eyes, the first thing
that caught her gaze was Malfoy�s face hovering above her. His skin was slightly pinkish from lack
of air and his hair was heavily tousled, probably since she had been tugging on
it to get him closer to her.

Hermione
suddenly realised that her hands were still clutching his shirt and was pressing
him against her. At realising this,
she instantly let him go. When he
scrambled off her, she also became aware of her own partial nakedness and
quickly covered her breasts with the remains of her shirt. She sat herself up, squeezing her legs
firmly together and clutching her shirt closed as if her life depended on
it.

�Right,�
Malfoy said while somewhat nervously running his hand through his tousled
hair. �I guess we�d better
go.�

She
nodded absently as she hopped off the desk, quickly snatching up her bra,
nervously crumpling it into a tiny ball so it wouldn�t be recognised as such and
made her way to the door. Judging
by Malfoy�s uncharacteristic silence, she noted that clearly she wasn�t the only
one who felt slightly disquieted about what had just happened. Malfoy headed back to class as Hermione
went towards her dorm to quickly fetch a new shirt.

She couldn�t believe she had ripped
her shirt!

Hermione
crossed her fingers and hoped that McGonagall had suddenly turned gullible,
since she didn�t think she�d be able to come up with a very plausible excuse for
the two dozen buttons that were currently scattered all over her
office.

**********

End of chapter 3

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