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003.

The Blonde Beneath the Table

1998 September 16^th Draco’s Bedroom, Hogwarts, Scotland

Two weeks later, Draco had formulated a plan and stealthily stole a small amount of a particular potion that Snape had finished brewing. He didn’t have to look far for the most important ingredient; it was all over the bathroom floor. So on the Saturday night, he invited Pansy Parkinson to his bedroom while Granger was off gallivanting with her two idiot friends for a little late night shag. But tonight was going to be very different and Pansy wouldn’t remember a thing when he was done.

“What is it?” Pansy Parkinson looked at the filthy liquid in her cup with disdain.

“Polyjuice Potion.” Draco answered flatly, unbuttoning his shirt and discarding it on the floor. “Drink it. Hurry up.”

Pansy looked at the contents of her glass again, tears prickling at her eyes. He watched her from the bed as he kicked off his shoes and continued to undress. She lifted it to her lips and tilted it, grimacing in disgust as she drained the thick liquid from the glass. Shaking, she put the glass down on the dresser behind her and turned to face him. She had a transparent slip on that was green and silver, the Slytherin house crest in the centre at her cleavage. Draco had transfigured the lingerie especially for tonight; he needed to get this particular fantasy over with before he was forced to look at the Head Girl again knowing this scenario wouldn’t ever take place.

Soon enough, he was completely naked on the bed, Pansy no longer Pansy and his cock in his hand. He stroked his length with a groan, watching as the faux Hermione Granger looked at him hopefully. Clearly Pansy’s mind was trying to focus on what Draco wanted and wasn’t going to bother complaining about being Polyjuiced into a Mudblood.

Draco rose from the bed swiftly, stalking over to the bushy haired witch. He cupped her cheeks with his hands, bringing her face to meet his. Lips, teeth and tongue clashed and he was grateful for Pansy just enjoying his touch instead of being all sappy and angry about what he was making her do. It was a sacrifice she’d have to make again and again if she ever wanted to have his name.

His fingers found their way under the lingerie to the barely-there-underwear she had on. With a tug, he snapped the right side string and lifted her up onto his hips. He wasn’t wasting any time with this; he wanted to get in as much shagging as possible as an hour wasn’t long enough for him to truly play out his fantasies.

He pushed her up against the dresser and then the wall, her legs going around his waist as he used one hand to brace them against the wall and the other to position his cock at her slick folds. He kissed his poly-witch with a heated passion, moving his lips down her chin to her jaw, along her jaw to her creamy neck where hit bit down as he thrust his cock up and into her. She moaned in the back of her throat as she sunk down onto him, sheathing his length inside her. He set his legs apart and bent his knees, this time slamming her back against the wall as he pumped into her tight pussy, his name on her lips with every second thrust.

“Draco... oh fuck me, Draco... harder...” she choked breathlessly in his ear.

He pulled back, wanting to see Granger’s face as he sent her skyward. Her hair was a mess, her chocolate orbs clouded with lust, desire and need and her lips apart and swollen. He pulled her away from the wall and hastily moved back to the bed; she was on her back now with Draco hovering over her. He knelt between her legs, bending them so he could hook his arms around the back of her knees for a deeper penetration.

She screamed out his name, her voice bossy and demanding as she told him to move harder and fuck her deeper. Pansy had no idea that she was making Poly-Granger so fucking real to him; he almost felt his eyes roll back in his head with every curse that left her innocent little saviour lips.

“That’s right...” he grunted, jerking his hips and not caring that he was probably hurting Pansy in the process. “I want you to come for me, princess... come all over my cock...”

Her back arched, her breasts bouncing as he pummelled into her. Gods, this was so real, he thought distractedly, leaning forward with her legs over his shoulders. He grasped her shoulders, pushing her down as he thrust up, the tension in his stomach coiling so tight he thought he might explode rather than come. He could feel her walls tightening and it drove him over.

“Oh fuck, Granger...” he cried, jerking his hips so fast he lost his rhythm, his hot seed spilling into her as stars exploded beyond his eyes. “Granger... fuuuck...” he panted, thrusting a few more times before pulling out and falling back on the bed.

He knew she hadn’t come, but he wasn’t finished yet. He was ready for round two if his still hard cock was a sign to go by and the bubbling in his stomach.

“Sit on my cock,” he ordered. “And don’t speak.”

Poly-Granger moved slowly, straddling his hips with watery eyes, “Like this?” she purred rather pathetically.

He nodded, “That’s right, princess, sit on my cock and fuck me.”

She shifted a bit, his cock at her entrance and slowly took him into her. It was a much slower pace than the first time and Draco watched his member disappear into her smooth pussy. He gripped her hips as she began to move, her fingers pulled the material of the slip down to release her breasts for his view. He groaned, digging his fingers into her flesh as she pinched her pebbled nipples, her pussy already clenching around his cock. She brought her other hand down to her clit and moved her fingers over the swollen nub.

Draco bit down on his lip as he moved her more forcefully, “Faster, Granger,” he breathed shakily. “Move faster, princess, come on...”

Draco looked up into Poly-Granger’s eyes and he noticed they were blue. He gasped; it was a cross between pleasure and shock and urged her to move even faster and get the fuck off him. His mood had almost been ruined until she came screaming his name, her voice only slightly more high pitched than normal.

Finally, she came loud and clear. Draco didn’t hesitate to push her off him and send her out of his room. He threw his head back and took hold of his cock, bringing himself off in several fast jerking movements. Well, it was definitely fun while it lasted.

“Oh fuck!” he growled; he’d forgotten to alter her memory.

Pulling his towel off the back of the door, he put it around his waist and rushed out after Pansy, “Pansy!” he shouted across the room.

The witch turned and looked at him, confused, “What?” she questioned.

“Look, I can’t have you running back to the dungeon screaming about what I just made you do,” he explained shortly, nicking back into his room to grab his wand.

When he turned to go back out, she was in the doorway with her arms crossed, “And what exactly is it that we just did?”

He looked at her, annoyed, “You drinking the Polyjuice Potion, me fucking you as Granger. No one can know about it so I’m going to have to alter your memory.”

If Draco hadn’t been so stressed about altering her memory, he would have noticed that it wasn’t Poly-Granger, it was the real one. Even as he walked up to her, wand in hand and looking straight into her eyes, he still didn’t recognise the anger in her eyes that were not blue, but dark brown.

“Ready?” he asked.

“Wait a second,” she said abruptly, closing the short distance between them.

She reached up, brought his face close to hers and pressed her lips against his. He jerked his head and stared at her, “Granger?”

She didn’t reply verbally. She just looked back at him, her eyes deep and thoughtful before walking back out of his room and shutting the door behind him. Draco sighed and mentally kicked himself. How could he have not been able to tell the difference? Now the real Granger knew and Pansy was off in the dungeons probably telling everyone how Draco wanted to fuck Mudblood Granger.

He sat down on the end of his bed, tapping his wand against his knee. There, on his left forearm, gleamed the Dark Mark against his pale flesh. Shit, she had to have noticed that as well.

He was so screwed.

1998 October 31^st Halloween Ball, Hogwarts, Scotland

“Before we go to the ball...” he heard Diggory saying out in the common room. “If you want - we still have an hour or so before it starts.”

“I don’t know, Ced,” Granger replied; his fists balled at his sides. “I’m not really in the mood. I’ve had a... well, it’s been an interesting twenty-four hours.”

“Why? What happened?”

Draco bit his lip, praying to all that is good and holy that Granger didn’t tell Diggory about what she knew.

“Nothing too out of the norm,” she responded after a pause.

“Okay well, if you don’t feel up to it, then we won’t.” He said being the perfect gentleman as always.

Draco sat down on his bed beside his dress robes that he’d laid out for the ball. Why the hell did Diggory have to come tonight? Since when were people just allowed to go to school balls when they didn’t even attend the damn school anymore? Draco sneered at the ground; Hufflepuff twit was so bloody loved by everyone that he was allowed to come and go as he pleased, it seemed. Just like Potter.

“Oh, Ced don’t!” Granger laughed.

Draco rushed to his door and pressed his ear to it, his brows knitted together in a jealous rage. He crouched and peered out through the small keyhole in the old wooden door. He had his hands all over her!

“Do what?” Cedric asked innocently, popping a brow at her. “I’m doing nothing.”

He dipped his head again, trailing a blaze of kisses along her throat, “Ced, not here...” she whispered, tugging on his hand.

“Oh come on, let him walk out and see us,” Diggory said carelessly. “He’s probably just jealous that he doesn’t have the most perfect, smart and beautiful girl on his arm. Instead he’s got Parkinson.”

They both snickered and Draco could barely feel his face from scowling so much. He wanted to burst out and interrupt them, but then had a better thought. Fuck them, was the thought, let them do whatever they want to do! See if I-

Granger had practically lunged at Diggory, making the both of them land on the lounge. Draco’s jaw almost snapped off at the sides as he watched Granger have her way with the Hufflepuff. She straddled his hips, grinding hers into him, kissing him so passionately Draco could feel it from where he was. He felt his pants getting a little tight at the crotch and scowled at his body for being turned on by such an event. Then again, when in Rome, he thought.

As Diggory’s hands moved behind Granger, pulling her skirt up to reveal her pink underwear covered backside, Draco slowly unzipped his pants and pushed them down to his knees. Kneeling, he took a firm hold of his throbbing cock and began to stroke it, matching Granger’s groans. Diggory’s fingers curled around the elastic of her knickers, pulling them down; he discarded them on the floor as Granger worked at Diggory’s pants.

Draco’s heart was in his throat already as he moved his hand up and down his cock, flicking his thumb over the wet head. He bucked his hips slightly as Granger lowered herself onto Diggory’s cock. Dammit, he didn’t want to see that. So obviously big cocks ran in the family, big deal, at least Draco knew how to use his.

Draco used his free hand to squeeze his balls, his hand moving to match Granger’s movements. Pre-come dripped from Draco’s cock as the coil tightened in his stomach. Granger’s moans reached his ears and he blocked out Diggory, imagining himself out there on the sofa being fucked by the Head Girl. Then, to his great surprise, as Diggory threw his head back, eyes closed, Granger looked over at his door. Draco’s body shook as she bucked in the throes of her climax, her eyes on Draco’s keyhole. He came, gritting his teeth and taking deep, silent breaths.

She turned back and Draco looked at his door; it was covered in semen.

His knees trembled as he stood up and he just managed to make it to his bed. That know-it-all bitch, he thought. She knew he’d be there listening, knowing he’d stay if she started fucking her boyfriend too. Sometimes, he really hated Hermione Granger, he really did.

“Hermione...” Diggory started talking and Draco zoned out.

“Fucking prick.” He said under his breath. “And her... I’ll show her.”

He got up and cleaned his mess then when it was clear outside, he went into the bathroom and showered.

Hermione felt horrible about what she’d just done; she’d just shagged Cedric, knowing Draco was watching from his room and doing god knows what with his view. But she’d wanted him to see it was Cedric that she loved and it was Cedric who made her body shake and tremble with desire. It would never be Draco Malfoy... it just couldn’t.

“You look beautiful, as always,” Cedric grinned, twirling her around in a circle. He leaned in close, a coy smile on his lips, “So beautiful I could just eat you out... up, sorry, up.” And then he winked.

She blushed furiously, “You can’t do that tonight. Talk like that, I mean.”

He raised a brow, “So the aforementioned act I can do but I just can’t say it out loud? Got it.”

She laughed and linked her arm through his, “Ready.”

He looked at her, his smile soft and warm, “Me too.”

There was an underlying tone there that she couldn’t quite figure out, but she wouldn’t dwell on it tonight. The ball was going to start in just fifteen minutes and she chose to spend it dancing away most of it in her husband-to-be’s arms all night. Of course, they’d spend some time talking and drinking with her friends which were now also Cedric’s, and maybe some time talking to others. But she needed to focus on Cedric, although it wasn’t hard; Draco was getting under her skin and with that whole Pansy thing happening... she didn’t even know what to think; how to act around him. It, in one way, grossed her out immensely yet on the other hand, it turned her on. She hated her body for betraying her, especially when her mind jumped on the bandwagon.

“How is Draco treating you, anyway?” Cedric asked as they reached the corridor of the Great Hall. “Is he being civil, at least?”

Hermione snorted, “You talk like you go way back.”

“Well, he is my cousin.” Cedric said rather calmly.

Hermione almost tripped on the hem of her silvery dress, “What?” she shrieked, causing several heads to turn.

Cedric frowned, eyes slightly wide at her outburst, “I thought you knew my mother is his father’s sister?”

Hermione found she was speechless; eventually, she choked out a stutter of a sentence, “No, I didn’t know you and Draco are blood cousins. Does he know?”

“He doesn’t know about my mother and Lucius being siblings,” Cedric said. “I don’t think Lucius would want him to know he’s related to a blood traitor; and if Draco knew that my mother was his aunt, he’d probably have different views on blood and all the junk he spews. Lucius would want Draco to be the proper little soldier when he grew up.”

Hermione’s head was utterly spinning. She could have used that information to give the Order! Why hadn’t he told her she’d be marrying into the Malfoy family? Because removed from the family tree or not, Lucienne Diggory was still a Malfoy by blood.

“Please don’t think about it too much, love,” Cedric said pleadingly as they reached the doors. He stopped and cupped her cheeks gently, “And I don’t think you should tell Draco either; who knows what he’d do if he knew his father had lied all these years. He might do something drastic and I don’t think we want that. He’s just as dangerous as his father, remember that.”

“But what about Tonks and Andromeda; surely he knows of them.” Hermione said, the thought suddenly occurring. “His views haven’t changed knowing about them.”

“No, because Narcissa isn’t Lucius; she doesn’t have half as much influence as Lucius does on Draco.” Cedric took a deep breath. “Come on. Let’s go in, have a good night and later on...” he dropped his voice, lowering his lips to hers. “We can entrench ourselves in your bedroom until sunrise.”

Hermione nodded, kissing him back, “Alright. Deal.”

Several long hours later, Hermione found herself and Cedric seated and completely danced out. The younger years had been sent home leaving only the seventh years to have a few alcoholic beverages, provided by Dumbledore. Their goblets would only refill once, he had told them, so they all drank rather slow. Although, Hermione was a bit of a quick drunk; when her goblet refilled, she was laughing more than ever at the most ridiculous things. A sobering thought crossed her mind; where had Cedric gone? He had been right beside her and he’d gotten up to go to the bathroom. Now he was-

“Oh sweet Merlin!” she cried, startled as a pair of hands came to touch her calf muscles, moving up and down them in a gentle caress.

“You right Hermione?” Harry asked.

“I just... just forgot about something and... and remembered it.” She stammered stupidly. “Sorry, carry on.”

“So yeah, anyway, then after training we’ll probably try and procure a position in the Ministry.” Harry said.

Hermione’s brain was completely lost; Cedric was under the table, teasing her horribly with chaste kisses to her ankles, knees and nudging her legs apart. She felt the silk of her dress slide up her thighs as he nestled between them. She bit her tongue as Ron and Harry both looked at her, waiting for an answer.

“Oh,” she managed, clearing her throat. “Well... I just think you should focus on your studies for now.”

There. That was something she’d usually say and they wouldn’t question her.

“What exactly is it that you want to do at the Ministry anyway Hermione?” Ginny asked, just as the pad of a thumb came into contact with her clit.

“Save the world, of course.” Said a dreadfully familiar voice.

And then a tongue invaded her pussy, making her toes curl and then Cedric’s soft grey eyes connected with hers as he sat down beside her. If Cedric was there, then who... oh gods, Malfoy!

She scanned the hall and there was no sign of him. fuck, fuck - ohh Merlin... oh god that feels... feels great...

“I don’t want to save the world,” she stammered, sipping from her drink; a flash of blonde at her crotch told her it definitely was Malfoy and she leaned over the table, subtly pulling the fabric of the table cloth against her. “I just want to m-make it a better place.”

Cedric frowned, “Are you alright, love? You look a little pale.”

She held up her goblet, “It’s just the Firewhiskey and ginger ale.”

“Well come on then, I’ll take you back to your dorm,” Cedric said.

Draco linked his arms around her calf muscles and sucked on her clit, “No!” she screeched. “No, no, I’m fine, really Cedric.”

He frowned again, shook his head and sat down; chuckling, he looked at Harry and Ron, “Stubborn as ever.”

“She’ll never change,” Ron grinned. “I imagine you two will be swapping vows in the library.”

Hermione didn’t have the strength to respond; her body was doing somersaults every time Draco’s tongue dragged along her clit. She pulled her chair in further to accommodate the blonde beneath the table and he lifted her legs to lie over his shoulders. Oh god, this wasn’t going to end well.

Cedric leaned over and pressed a tipsy kiss to the corner of her lips; she turned her head and captured his lips in hers. Oh god, oh god... I’m have a threesome and I’m the only one who knows! Oh god, oh god - unggh... she broke the kiss and smiled at him. He excused himself and moved off with Ron and Harry and the other boys to talk. Thankfully, Ginny already had the girls in with her story about something or other; she took this moment to sink into what Draco was doing to her. his tongue was skilled, she would give him that.

Without warning, she felt two fingers slide into her hot, wet channel. She held herself together, quickly shooting one hand under the table to grasp the hair at the back of Draco’s head, pushing and pulling, tangling and just feeling. His fingers pumped in and out, he tongue assaulted her clit and within a few moments, she felt every muscle in her body tense; she grit her teeth, afraid she might scream out as the euphoria of her orgasm washed over her. The room was suddenly ten times brighter and it swirled with colours.

She clenched her legs together, trapping Draco’s silk soft head; he didn’t seem to mind as he lapped up her juices. Eventually though, she relaxed and released his head. As he pulled out from the tight confines of her legs, he placed an uncharacteristically soft kiss to the inside of her right thigh. She felt a rush of air under the table and frowned. How was he Apparating inside Hogwarts? And how was he so silent in doing so? She’d find out later.

After she killed him.

Author's Note's:

I swear I already posted this chapter...

Anyway, so there's Chapter three. By the way, what is Mrs Diggory's name? Does she even have one? Either way, the name I've given her is my middle name! Lucky devil she is. Ha. The whole Apparition thing... please don't think too much into it. If I don't mention it again, then don't bother. It's just there for the sake of the story. I know you can't Apparate in and out of Hogwarts, but I'm pretty sure Dumbledore can Apparate around the castle as proved in OotP movie.

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