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Music of the Night	By : DominationThroughSubmission Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Draco/Hermione Views: 8282 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter. None of the characters are mine, they are JK Rowling's. I seek no rewards for my writing apart from personal pleasure. Any songs I include are not mine and I shall give credit to the artist at the beginning of the chapter.

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Chapter 3 NOTE FROM AUTHOR: So. My computer exploded. Not quite metal flying everywhere literally, but literally enough for there to be toxic fumes and it ruined forever. If you're wondering why this chapter took forever, that's why. I was mostly just too depressed about my computer exploding to use someone else's to write.

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She was there again, in her dream room. Soft music was playing. She leaned back, letting it flow over her, her body relaxing. It was whispering words to her, encouraging her to succumb to darkness. Her insides twisted with the words, her arousal seeming to heighten as the dark words promised seduction. She wasn’t surprised, but ever so happy, when she felt Draco’s hand against the side of her neck, his presence suddenly next to her on the couch. She smiled warmly. She leaned into him, resting against his chest.

They cuddled together for what seemed like hours to Hermione. She squirmed against him impatiently. She had been teased every night by him, and even with Ron she hadn’t been able to have release. She could feel her arousal beating through her veins. This was slowly starting to become torture. Why hadn’t he kissed her yet?

Draco smiled to himself, sensing her distress. He whispered softly into her ear, his lips brushing lightly against her skin and sending shivers through Hermione.

“Is there something you want?”

Hermione blushed and didn’t answer at first. Finally her pride ebbed away.

“Yes,” she moaned softly.

“Tell me what you want.”

She bit her lip nervously, “I want you to kiss me…”

Draco’s heart sang at her admission as he tilted her head up and kissed her softly. His lips moved against hers tenderly, slowly. It was maddening; she wanted more, needed more.

“Draco…” Hermione whimpered, “More?”

Draco smirked and grabbed her hair, wrapping it around his fist and tilting her head back harshly. Hermione gasped, surprised at the pain, but felt a jolt of pleasure shoot downwards. He kissed her hard this time, not holding back. His teeth raked against her lips as his tongue fought with hers. She was kissing him back, submissively rubbing her tongue against his, allowing him to claim her mouth.

He didn’t touch her in any other way, all of his focus on her sweet mouth. She tasted like nothing he had experienced before. Finally, he pulled away, both of them panting heavily. Hermione moaned at the loss, opening her eyes to stare at him in wonderment. His hand slowly released her hair and slid down her neck to her shirt, undoing the first button.

“I was going to try and do this more slowly, but...” He undid another one of her buttons. “It’s obvious that you need to understand who you belong to.”

Hermione frowned at him, but, before her mind could fully process his words, his mouth was pressed against her neck. He suckled on her skin before giving her a sharp nip, causing her body to jerk with surprise. He pulled his mouth away and she dazedly realized that her shirt was fully open and he was pulling it off of her shoulders.

She remained uncharacteristically unembarrassed as he stared at her body, admiring her. She pulled his mouth back to hers, kissing him hungrily. Her hands slipped under his shirt, pulling it off of him. Hermione moaned as she leaned into him, her skin pressing against his. His arms circled around her, unclasping her bra and tugging it off her.

Draco let Hermione kiss him for another minute before flipping her over. He made her lay across his lap on her stomach, his hands slowly rubbing her back. Hermione wasn’t quite sure what to do. She longed for more kisses, but his massages felt so incredible. He started rubbing lower and she mewled softly, her body relaxing. He pulled down her pajama bottoms and underwear and started kneading her cheeks.

Hermione moaned, feeling her wetness growing with his hands so close to her center. She was too busy in her pleasure to notice one of his hands swing back. A smacking sound echoed in the dream room and Hermione’s eyes jerked open in surprise. Her mind was still trying to process when his hand fell on her other cheek, slapping harder and wringing a small yelp from Hermione. His spanks continued, all of them fairly light (not that Hermione had ever experienced real spanking before). Her mind was telling her to get away from this psycho, but her body was responding, demanding more. Her body won, shaking in desire at the sting on her skin.

Draco ran his nails across her skin, causing her to shiver. He whispered softly to her, “You’ve been such a bad girl. You belong to me, do you understand?”

Hermione whimpered softly, for the first time starting to feel afraid as she saw the dark possession in his eyes. His exterior was calm and collected but behind the smoky gray of his eyes she could see traces of rage. She bit her lip nervously and was about to respond when his hand fell on her again, this time hard, enough to leave a mark on her skin and a cry to escape her lips.

“You. Are. Mine.” He hissed at her angrily. His angry tone sent shivers down her spine. She found herself nodding. He smirked, his hand caressing her softly. “Say it.”

“I’m yours,” Hermione whispered softly. He starting massaging her more insistently, rewarding her. She moaned as his caresses moved lower, coming to a stop on top of her pussy. Suddenly her desire felt unbearable. She needed release.

“Please…” she moaned. Her eyes closed in pleasure, praying to herself that he wouldn’t make her say what she wanted of him again.

Draco decided to spare her for now. He slid a finger slowly into her, nearly moaning himself when he felt how wet she was. He pushed it all the way in. Hermione squirmed against him. She needed more friction, she wanted to cum now. Draco smiled and started pumping in and out of her as she started twisting and moaning. He added a second finger and then a third until she started keening, moaning desperately.

She was pushing back against him, trying to force his fingers deeper into her. She was close, so close. She could feel her orgasm floating on the very edge, at any moment about to collapse upon her, but not quite there. Draco reached his other hand around and started rubbing at her clit, flicking it between his fingers. Hermione’s reaction was instantaneous, her body arched and her mouth flew open in a silent scream. She came hard, finally having her week’s tension released.

Hermione lay across his lap panting after her orgasm cleared. Draco smiled down at her and leaned in to kiss her softly. She purred softly into his kiss, her hands rubbing his thigh lightly.

When he pulled away and the kiss ended, she woke up.

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Draco was in a considerably good mood that day. The changes in Hermione were evident. He made sure to brush against her as often as possible, causing her to blush. She was obviously avoiding the Weasley brat and it was just making his life fabulous. Still, he was forced to bring his mind down from his daydreams. He had important business to attend to tonight. Unknown to even his closest friends, his life was about to change irrevocably.

The day itself was a blur, classes all seemed very unimportant. If it weren’t for Hermione, he wouldn’t even be attending Hogwarts this year. With all the studies he had done with his father and godfather it wasn’t like he didn’t already know all of the course materials. He had taken to writing in his secret book during classes, always planning and plotting.

Finally, the sun went down. Draco sighed to himself. Now that it was time to leave he started feeling nervous. Draco cast a disillusionment charm on himself and snuck down from the head boy room. He urged his shoulder straight and his walk purposeful as he strode through the empty corridors.

The night air was refreshing and cool as he exited the castle. His feet carried him on a path he had taken many times, leading down the front lawn and directly into the Forbidden Forest. Each time he walked through the Forbidden Forest he walked a different path, weaving around different trees. He was careful not to appear to have any kind of regular route. Of course, his destination was always the same.

The path he took tonight opened up into the eastern side of a clearing. In the middle of the clearing was a small cabin, the wood blending in perfectly with the surrounding trees with branches on top to disguise the abode from the sky. Draco strode up to the door and knocked a patterned code on the heavy door. It immediately swung open.

Standing in the door (and glaring down at him in an impatiently snarky way), was a tall man, most easily distinguished by long black hair and a cruelly hooked nose.

"Hello, Severus," Draco drawled, making his voice sound as bored as possible.

Severus Snape merely glared at his ex-student, grabbing him by his upper arm and tugging him into the cabin roughly.

"There is little time for inane pleasantries, Malfoy," Snape hissed, his back turning from Draco to stalk over to a small coffee table. The room was quite mostly void of furniture, holding only a couch and a coffee table. The rest of the room was filled with bookcases and paperwork; the only area without any combustible material was around the fireplace.

Draco followed him into the room, standing next to the couch and watching as Snape picked up an odd looking magical device.

"Are you positive you want to do this?" Snape peered at him seriously, for the first time without a trace of a sneer or smirk.

Draco swallowed but nodded. He would be a fool not to be scared, but he knew that this was necessary. There wasn't a single dark wizard in history that hadn't gone through this exact same thing. He steeled himself, now was a time for bravery, not confidence.

"I am ready."

Draco reached out to grab onto Snape's shoulder as Snape clicked in a lever on the device. Their stomachs fell below them as they were immediately launched into darkness.

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Draco's feet landed hard in a ethereal clearing. His eyes widened as he took in the beauty surrounding him. Wisps of mist licked playfully at his legs.

A raspy voice came out from a patch of shadows in front of him, the age and wisdom embodying the voice sending shivers down his spine.

"Welcome, Draco Malfoy and Severus Snape, to the Council of Dorchadas."

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A/N: Told you Snape would be back <3

It feels like the story took on a different tone while writing this chapter, but I promised Draco would become the next dark wizard. He can't very well do that while just sitting around at Hogwarts and courting Hermione.
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