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Precious Mudblood	By : magentasouth Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Hermione/Voldemort Views: 79302 -:- Recommendations : 3 -:- Currently Reading : 6
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Chapter List
- 1-Precious Mudblood
- 2-Ch 2
- 3-Ch 3
- 4-Ch 4
- 5-Ch 5
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- 8-ch 8
- 9-Ch 9
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- 40-Ch 40
- 41-Ch 41
- 42-Ch 42 (edited. longer)
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When he explained the idea the first
time she laughed and said ��No no.. I don�t think so.��

He nodded and smiled and changed
the subject immediately, talking about the benefits of using two single sided
wards over one double sided axiopolic one.� He gave many examples of how the variable
space could be utilized between them and claimed the extra energy required to
cast two wards relative to one more complex ward was negligible and only an
issue under time pressure.�

She found it fascinating and the ensuing discussion wandered through wards to
curses and cursebreaking, to Gringotts
and Bill Weasley, who had been a cursebreaker there
the last Hermione had heard, before the Dark Lord had taken over the ministry
of magic.�

From there the conversation wandered to the Weaseleys
in general.�

Hermione steered it away from that
area, thinking about Ginny uneasily, her eye darting
momentarily to the middle of the room where an entirely spotless and unassuming
area of stone still held a faint shade in her mind of the redhead�s body.��

Draco jumped amiably aboard the
new conversational icefloe of old wizarding families
and inter-linkings and gave her a formidable
rendition of his family tree, which turned out to be linked with most of the families
in the wizarding world.

Rodolphus was actually a distant cousin, she learned.
�

While they talked, she sipped
contentedly at her champagne flute.�
After she had finished her orange and champagne mix he had quietly
filled her glass with the new, and indeed far sweeter, champagne, without
missing a beat in the conversation and she had happily rattled on about genes,
explaining the basic theory and then launching into a debate about transgenic
animal species.�

Although Draco didn�t seem to really understand much about genes he was still
able to discuss the ethics of creating and releasing new species by relating it
to the ministry of magic�s department of magical creatures regulations on
chimera creation and the reasoning behind it.�

She was enchanted by his rather
dry deadpan humor at several points.� Draco was quite funny.�

He seemed to be having fun too.�

When he reminded her of his idea a
second time, she really considered for a second and it actually seemed like a
good idea now.�

But she felt like it was probably something she shouldn�t do so she shook her
head, smiling and excused herself to use the bathroom.�

While she was in there, she
thought again about his idea and decided that she..probably..
wouldn�t get into � or get him into � all too much trouble at the moment since Tom
was pretty preoccupied with Harry and he possibly needed someone to watch her
since Severus and Rodolphus were a bit busy and Lucius couldn�t be trusted.�

And that was how she came to agree
to take a bath.�

When she returned to the table and
said she�d changed her mind, he smiled like he�d just caught the snitch and
leapt up saying he�d prepare one.�

He was out of the room before she could think twice and soon she could hear the
faint sound of water flowing.�

She picked up her champagne and
went and sat on the window seat and looked out the window again.�

Champagne was strange, she decided.� It
must affect the palate somehow as it tasted better and
better the more you drank of it.�

She smiled and realised she was probably drunk.�
She wasn�t sure.� She�d only been
drunk a couple of times in her life so far.�

She just felt..pretty good.. about
everything.� It was all..
fine.�

And if it wasn�t, well then it would be
eventually one way or another.��

Far below the wind was blowing
through some tall grass at the edge of the lake.� The sun was a low hanging pale lemon yellow
shape behind a cloud.�

It was turning wintry outside in the world, she observed.� She smiled again.� It was late afternoon and she was drunk.�

What would her mother say?!� She would
never have done anything like this when the world was rational and whole.�

She would have thought about all the things she needed to do for her
future.� She had to get her newts.�

Had to get a job so that she could make a life.�

She supposed..
being the..whatever she was..
of the leader of the british
wizarding world, probably obviated the need for financial security.� She could probably work in whatever she
wanted now.�

Assuming of course that Tom ever let her out of this room
again.�

Perhaps she should study
potions.� She could apprentice under Severus.�

As a potions mistress she could probably feasibly stay
in a small set of rooms and still get something meaningful done.��

She sighed and sipped at the sweet fizzy white yellow liquid.�

Draco was returning from the
bathroom looking like it was Christmas morning.�
Although.. she
wondered to herself.. possibly Draco�s Christmases
weren�t anything to write home about.�

To judge by what he had revealed already, it was likely a chilly affair with
house elves serving something unpronounceable while snooty distantly related
people discussed money and issues of blood rights.��

Draco stood beside her and held
out his hand to her.� She took it and let
him help her to her feet, where she swayed ever so slightly.�

He grinned.�

�Balance problems there, Granger?�

She sniffed and walked unsteadily
to the table, firmly putting down her glass and making for the bathroom as
confidently as she was able.�

Which probably wasn�t very.�

Draco picked up both of their
perpetually half full flutes and took them into the bathroom after her.�

She had stopped in front of the
huge bath.�

There were candles..�

Her mind tried to process this
from several angles to find one that didn�t seem problematic.�

The bathroom smelled of... something.. something she didnt recognise by
name but it was heavenly. Creamy, sweet, slightly spicy.

The surface of the water was coated with a layer of very small bubbles that
glittered like opals, rendering it opaque.

Here and there� small
glass vessels floated in the water bearing flattened round candles while tall
fat white candles of various heights lined the square outer perimeter of the
bath.�

It was lovely..��

It was..um.. romantic in fact.� She
felt vague worry course through her.�

Draco had closed the door behind
him gently and walked past her, placing their flutes on the flat edge of the
bath.�

He started to unbutton his shirt.�

She took a step away,
swallowing.�

He looked at her, raising an
eyebrow and stopped unbuttoning midway down his chest.� �No?� he asked, looking at her carefully. �She bit her lip and shook her head
uncomfortably.�

He sighed in a long suffering kind of way and nodded.�

�Alright..
But you can still take a bath.� I won�t
look while you get undressed.� And when
you�re in the water I won�t be able to see anything.� I�ll just sit here and talk to you while you
relax, ok?�

She thought about it for a while
and nodded, relieved.�� Draco turned away
and made a big show of putting his hands over his eyes.�

She watched him as she undressed nervously and after looking, to be sure he
hadn�t moved, she turned and stepped over the lip of the bath onto the steps,
climbing down into the wonderfully hot water and immersing herself up to the
neck.� She paddled to the edge of the
bath and put her folded arms on the shelf, standing close to the wall, just to
be sure he couldn�t see her.�

He hadn�t moved.� She felt unbelievably
reassured by that.� He hadn�t tried to
peek.�

He�d said he wouldn�t look and he hadn�t.�

�Ok..�
she said.�

Draco removed his hands from his
eyes and turned around, looking down at her and smiling a small pleased
smile.�

�Good?� he asked.� She nodded.�
�Wonderful� she said with a sigh, letting herself sink down a bit lower
in the deep area where she floated.��

He perched himself on the shelf edge of the bath next to the wall and leaned up against it, one knee propped up in front of him.��

Taking up his champagne flute again and sipping slowly from it, he watched her
with contented half lidded eyes, his head tilted back against the wall. �

�What is this scent?� she asked.
�- it�s amazing, will you show me what you used to make it?��

He smiled faintly.� �Sorry Granger.� I didn�t know what any of the taps on your
bath were for and didn�t want to mess around, so I had a house elf simply
transport water from my own bathroom.�

This mix contains Peruvian pink salt, Illipe butter, Murumuru butter, a small amount of
pure champa, johoba oil and
gold dust.� The bubbles are just
enchanted..for modesty.. so
they won�t melt away or stick to you.��

She was amazed.� That was unexpectedly thoughtful.. although.. he
had been kind of thoughtful since she got here.�

And last time she�d seen him he�d been extremely considerate also.�

She pondered on whether she might have to review her stereotype of Draco
permanently.�

He leaned forward and handed her
the champagne flute he was holding.� She
pulled herself a bit closer and accepted it from him.�

For some entirely illogical reason, it appeared champagne tasted at least ten
times better when in a hot bath.�

She practically purred in enjoyment.�

Draco suddenly asked.. as if her bliss was not yet
complete �Shall I read to you?��

She blinked at him.�

He smirked, amused and left the
bathroom.� When he returned a few minutes
later she had moved to the underwater platform that she and Severus had lain
upon when they were last in here and placed her champagne on the side..� She lay on her stomach
on it, her head resting on her arms.�

Her body, to the tops of her shoulderblades was above
the surface of the water and her hair hung thick down her back, floating out
behind her.�

She looked up happily when Draco
walked in carrying three books.� He
retrieved his own flute and shifted to sit against the wall closest to her new
position, placing the glass down beside hers.�

�You have a choice..� he looked at the books in his hands.� �Harmonic theory in arithmancy,� the diary of Morgana Le Fay or Poetry Across the Divide: Wizarding Poets
in the Muggle Realm.��

He looked at her with polite inquiry and picked his champagne up to drink while
he waited for her answer.�

She was actually interested in all
three topics.� However, probably
arithmancy would not read well since it helped to be able to see the thread
diagrams.� Morgana
Le Fey was a great dark witch.� Her diary
was extremely rare and absolutely universally banned throughout the world due
to the way she�d also record spells and observations of a dangerous nature as
they occurred to her.� Her diary was
really more of an informal spellbook, potions recipe
directory and herbology reader.� If Draco read out something interesting she
knew she�d want to try it and she had no magic.�
Which would be frustrating.�

The third book sounded interesting too.� Wizarding poets who were also famous in the muggle world.�

So essentially � muggle poets she might know.�

It would be..
entertaining
to listen to Draco Malfoy read muggle poetry to her while she lay in the
bath.�

In fact she wished there were someone she could tell about it who would
appreciate the irony without smacking her upside the head for bathing in Draco�s
presence.�

�The poetry one please�
she said softly.�

He smirked in a cat-with-cream
manner again and she poked her tongue out at him, closing her eyes and resting
her head on her arms again in contentment.�

Draco opened the book seemingly at random and read out the name of the poet and
poem.�

�Jonus Keates � John Keats� - Bright star, Would I were steadfast
as thou art��

She smiled in surprise.� She had never
known that Keats was a wizard � she had read a couple of his poems� a long time ago and quite liked
them.� She hadn�t heard of this one
however.�

Draco began to read.�

�Bright star, would I were
steadfast as thou art.�

Not in lone splendour hung aloft the night,

And watching, with eternal lids apart,

Like nature's patient sleepless eremite,

The moving waters at their priestlike task

Of pure ablution round earth's human shores,

Or gazing on the new soft-fallen mask

Of snow upon the mountains and the moors;

No yet still steadfast, still
unchangeable,

Pillow'd upon my fair love's ripening breast,

To feel for ever its soft fall and swell,

Awake for ever in a sweet unrest,

Still, still to hear her tender-taken breath,

And so live ever or else swoon to death.��

He read slowly, in a low
expressive voice that seemed to yearn.�
It was lovely.�

She told him so and he preened slightly, brushing his shoulder length hair back
with one hand.�

In candlelight it looked less white than golden yellow.� A rich buttery tone that
shimmered like gold.

He flipped through the book and
read another poem by Keats � la belle dame sans merci ; �the final verse seemed to shake him and looked
troubled as he read it emotionally

�...I saw pale kings, and princes
too,�

Pale warriors, death-pale were they all;�

Who cry'd--"La belle Dame sans merci -Hath thee in thrall!" �

I saw their starv'd lips in the gloam,

With horrid warning gaped wide,�

And I awoke, and found me here

On the cold hill side. �

And this is why I sojourn here,

Alone and palely loitering,

Though the sedge is wither'd
from the lake,

And no birds sing.� �

He sounded quite stricken and
saddened when he reached the end and leaned against the wall, his head tilted,
looking at her, his thumb in the book on his thigh.��

�It reminds me of you� he muttered quietly.

She frowned at him.� �Oh thank you
very much.� I don�t remember wooing you
away to an elfin kingdom and all your world turning to
winter and death while you lay dreaming��

He smiled wanly. �No?� I guess you�re right.� ...I�ll read a different one��

his hand reached out, as if of its own accord while she looked up at him
distracted by the notion that she might have dragged Draco out of some happy
world.�

She flinched when his fingers touched her shoulder and gasped, about to move
away but then his thumb was massaging her muscles on the back of her shoulder
and it felt.. good.� Very relaxing.�

Knowing she really should move
away or at least tell him to stop she nevertheless brought her head down to
rest on her arms.�

A moment later she heard him shift on the edge of the bath, pulling himself
further down the wide side shelf and then a second hand met her other shoulder
feather light and started to gently massage.�

�Mmmm�
she purred softly.�

�More?� Dracos voice was soft and hestitant,
as if he expected her to tell him to stop.��

She nodded against her arms,
arching her neck. His hands shifted to stroke and rub it and the top of her
spine immediately.� It was..amazing..

�That�s so good� she mumbled
against her arms.�

�If you let me come in the bath
with you, I�ll massage the rest of your back.� he said,
his voice neutral.� To demonstrate what a
fabulous idea this would be he started to massage lower on her back.� digging his thumbs
into her shoulderblades and fingers into her sides in
circular motions in a most interesting way.�
She groaned under her breath.�

�Okay..�
she said distractedly.�

He took his hands away and must
have vanished his clothes because seconds later she heard the faint splishing
sound of him descending the steps on the other side of the large bath.� He swam over to her and stood by the
platform, not touching her.�

�Shall I continue?� he said and she had the feeling that he was asking
permission to touch her again.�

It was comforting.� She felt like she
could trust Draco not to do anything she didn�t want him to do.�

If she told him to stop, he would stop.�
If she wanted him to leave, he would go.

She looked up at him from the
corner of her eye.� He stood to just
above his waist in the water here.� His
body was quite tanned and impeccably toned.�

She presumed it had to be if he was to serve the Dark Lord from time to time in
the manner he did.�

His bones were angular though,

he looked, despite his strong frame, strangely fragile, like a bird or a wild
animal.��

Cautiously, feather light, Draco
swept her hair up and rolled it, curling it up and over her shoulder out of his
way.�

She felt his fingertips graze her shoulders again and settle, sinking in and
moving smoothly over her muscles in circular patterns.�

It was even better this time.� He
probably had better leverage from this angle, she thought.�

His hands were skillful.� He used them with absolute confidence,
knowing just where to push hard and where to only trace light teasing rings on
her skin.� It was luxury.�

�I can see why the rest of the
world has given him what he wanted if this is how you persuaded them�� She mumbled.�

Draco stepped closer, leaning over
and saying very softly. �This isn�t
how I persuaded them, granger.� But you
lack some anatomical prerequisites for me to show you that.� He only sent me to men.�

She felt her cheeks redden
slightly and he snickered.�

�Although..
you know... there are spells that..�

she
snorted.� �No.� It�s ok.. I don�t
need to know that badly�

Draco chuckled softly, his hands
moving lower down her back, under the water now.��

�Mmmm�
she groaned as he found a particularly sweet spot.�

�Polyjuice would work just as well� Draco mused,
seemingly to himself.� �Assuming you were
ever... curious..��

She lifted her head and looked up
at him, bemused at his continuation of the theme�

�You really wish I had a..a penis.. that badly huh?��

He looked at her with a strange
expression.� �Not exactly..��

she raised an eyebrow and he looked uncomfortable and
focused on her back. She turned her head and lay back down.� After a minute or so he spoke,
peevishly.�

�I like girls. It�s not that I
wish you were a guy � it�s just...

Well... It�s just..I know I�m good with men.� I�ve
been told at length just how good I feel.. how skilled I am. �I
really know my way around a guy�s body.�
Little tricks that can make it even better, you know?� �

I...haven�t had as much experience with girls.��
And most of the girls I�ve slept with were pretty slavish.�

�Take Parkinson for instance.� She would have told me i
had a 24 carat dick if I�d just laid her down and smacked her in the face with
it for an hour.�� His hands were in the
small of her back now, thumbs kneading, making her feel like she wanted to arch
her back and raise her buttocks in a catlike stretch.�

�well
this feels good� she mumbled against her arm, sublimely relaxed� �and the issue of male or female is moot
since I�m not sleeping with you��

He said nothing but his hands
moved an inch further down toward her buttocks.�

After a minute she asked
curiously.� �Whose hair would you want me
to use, anyway?!��

Draco didn�t respond.� She crooked an
eyebrow without opening her eyes.�

�I don�t know� he said softly.� �I
suppose I could go and track down some attractive muggle that would do.� Or I could give you my hair.��

At that she threw her eyes open
and stared at him, smirking widely. �You do
remember what happened to narcissus, right?�
Don�t you think you might start developing complexes if you were
sleeping with yourself?�

And incidentally � what would be the point in my taking polyjuice
to be a male.� I have no idea how the male anatomy works.� I barely know how to operate it second hand��

She knew she was lying somewhat but she did
have very little experience with the sex act itself.� Two of her partners had been extremely
dominant and one utterly inept and she hadn�t really had a chance to experiment
much yet.�

�I�d teach you� Draco said quietly.�

Sliding his hands down over her buttocks under the water and off her he moved
down toward her feet.�

�Trust me.. you�d love
it.��

She looked at him incredulously. ��Oh my God.. you�re really serious about
this, aren�t you?� If I said yes you�d
probably run off now and fetch some polyjuice potion�

He� frowned at her as if she was
daft.� �Don�t be ridiculous.��

�I�d have the elf bring it.��

Picking up her foot he began to massage it.�

�Ohhhhh!!�
she groaned, her head flopping down onto her arms as her entire body turned to
jelly. �Ohh... that should be illegal.� Where did you learn to do that..��

He sniggered softly.� �I had an excellent private tutor.��

He massaged one foot till she felt like her entire body was vibrating and then
he switched to the next and she just about writhed wantonly at how good it
felt.� It seemed like it made the rest of
her body feel even more sensitive somehow.�

She knew that there were pressure
points in the feet but she�d never actually had anyone manipulate them and this
was an astounding surprise.�

When Draco
started to move up her calves and then to the backs of her knees she moaned
softly, suddenly aware that she actually wanted more than a massage in the
meantime.� This was
dangerous.� She should stop him right
now.�

This was probably the one thing that could
get him killed now.�

And then he started to speak, very softly.�

At first she was confused, then she realised it was a poem.� She listened, enthralled, as his cunning
fingers crept up the back of her thighs, pressing and kneading and easing her
legs apart subtly.�

�Darkling I listen; and, for many
a time I have been half in love with easeful Death,

Call'd him soft names in many a mused rhyme,

To take into the air my quiet breath;

Now more than ever seems it rich to die,

To cease upon the midnight with no pain,

While thou art pouring forth thy soul abroad ..In such an ecstasy!

Still wouldst thou sing, and I have ears in vain-

-To thy high requiem become a sod....��

His fingertips had reached the
lower curve of her buttocks and, stroking her inner thighs, his thumbs delved
gently into the soft folds between her legs.�
She gasped and moved.� Thinking to
move away but finding herself instead moving against
him, rubbing herself against his questing thumbs, trying to scratch an itch
that he�d ignited in her.�

She half turned, looking around at him with fearful eyes.�

He was watching her calmly, a look
of fascination and wonder faintly on his face.�

�We have to stop.� She
hissed.�

He quirked his
brows. �I�m not holding you down, Granger.� Tell me you want me to stop touching you and
I will.�

His thumb delved deeper.� Running up her
slit and pressing over her clit.� She
whined softly and rubbed herself against it.�

�I will.� In a minute.. � she said in a tight needy voice.�

He snorted softly and rubbed her a
little harder.� She moaned.�� His other thumb played lightly over the
entrance of her vagina.� Not entering, just
teasing it slightly.�

�ohh..� she moaned softly,
wanting to press herself back onto it.�

�Do you want..
more than my hands� he asked so softly she barely
heard him.

She thought NO!� and she thought
YES!� And she didnt
have the balls to say either.�

So she whimpered and let him tease her with his fingers.�

The thumb probing at her vagina vanished and she felt its loss.

Then it seemed to return but no.. it
was his fingers.� He eased a finger
inside her, working it gently in and out.�

The water did not make a good lubricant she thought.�

He must have thought the same
thing because he reached for his wand on the edge of the bath and cast a charm
and she felt a strange change inside her.�
He laid it back and reapplied his finger slowly and it felt slick and
warm and oily.�

�Waterproof lubrication
charm.� Don�t ask.� He muttered.�

She didnt
care.� It felt awesome.� His finger was
exploring inside her, turning and angling.�

He took it out and slipped two fingers in.�
It felt tighter.� Better.� She pressed back against him, wanting.�

Suddenly he removed his hands.�

An aching pang of need assaulted her and part of her mind screeched at her for
allowing him to stop doing what was feeling soooo
good.�� She turned,
a questioning bereft look on her face.�

Draco had moved back and was
floating, up to his neck in the deeper water the ends of his hair just touching
the opalescent bubbles on the surface.�
His expression was one of challenge.�

�You said you�d tell me to stop in a minute.� He said thickly.� �I thought I�d save myself from having to
hear you send me away.�

The aching feeling inside pricked
her again and she found herself sliding off the smooth bench into the deeper
water; swimming over to him.�

He floated back slightly, just out of reach.�

She followed him till they were in the far corner of the bath.� He smirked at her.�

�Going to have your way with me now, Granger?�

She reached out and put her hand
on his shoulder, floating closer to him.�
�Well you�re probably going to be boiled for a lamb already now.. want to try for being shot for a
fox?��

Draco�s eyes widened slightly.

�He really will kill me if I fuck
you like this� he said seriously.� �

She sighed and pouted, moving back
slightly.� �I know.� ...Sorry.�� She swam back a bit..

�We should get out now.� There�s too
much... nakedness..
I..� �she bit her lip �I really want you right now.� �

Draco swam forward and his hands
captured her waist.� �I said he�d kill me if I fucked you like this.�

One more reason I thought it would be easier if you were a guy.� You
could fuck me and I think he�d be
slightly more forgiving.� I wouldn�t be
doing anything at all to your body that way.��

He pulled her against him and her legs came up and wrapped around his thighs automatically,
forcing them both to paddle with their hands slightly to remain afloat.

she could feel his smooth long slender cock moving in the
water and brushing against her every so often.�

It was tantalizing.� She had the worst need to just reach down and ..

...but that would be a very bad idea.� Draco
was right.� He was probably already in
shit of such depth that it required submersibles to plumb it..but
there was no need to cement his death in solid inevitability.�

�Whose hair would we use?� I�m not using yours..
that just feels.. weird.��

Draco thought for a moment.� �I can immediately lay hands on Severus� and Lucius� hair but not even a world class imperius
and the threat of death by cruciatus could make me fuck either of them.��

Hermione thought this was for the
best � Draco didn�t seem to have any idea of his godfathers
new youthful state and Severus hair used by her now would not produce the
potions master Draco would expect.��

�I don�t know anyone else that I
could get hair from right now and
would be willing to sleep with.� You�ll
have to use mine.� Its not as if you�ll see yourself.� ��

�No.� she said firmly.� �It feels like incestuous twins.��

She swallowed.�

�There might be one or two of Tom�s hairs in bed..�
she said slowly.�

Draco looked at her panicked. �Oh..great plan Granger.�
If he�ll be pissed at me for fucking you.. he�ll be over the moon at you fucking me in his body!!��

She smirked.� �Still.� Its
the best solution.� And you have to admit.. he�s hot..��

Draco put his hand to his face. �I
don�t!! I have a paranoid feeling that if I even hint at it, he�ll appear and
do something awful to me.� The man uses
the cruciatus like other people say �morning.�
Nice weather we�re having��

Hermione couldn�t prevent a small grin.� �Yes.. well.. he
can be a bit..um..��

�Cruelly sadistic and unpredictable?� �Draco finished in a �duh� tone.

She snickered.� �He�s usually just drop dead sexy at me.�
I can only count one or two times he�s been angry..
and he probably could have been a hell of a lot
worse.��

Draco shook his head
ruefully.�

She smiled.� �Still.. admit it! he does
look incredibly..unfairly..gorgeous!� Wouldn�t
you like to know what it would be like with him if he weren�t about to hurt you?� Cause
I�d never hurt you... you know that,
right?��

Draco looked as if she�d given him
a kiss.� �...maybe..�
he said uncertainly.�

She considered.� �If you have enough polyjuice
� we could try it first and if you�re really creeped
out we�ll use your hair instead.��

Draco seemed content with that.�

He swam to the edge of the bath, with her following behind, and summoned a
different elf.� �Wigger!��

A tiny greenish elf appeared
wearing a blue and white striped tea towel around its waist as if it had just
come from the bathroom.� Hermione knew
that it hadn�t but it was comically cute anyway.��

�Yes Master Malfoy?�� it
said in a squeaky little voice.�

Hermione realised that the Malfoy
elves seemed to speak differently than the other elves she�d come across.� She wondered if they were trained to and, if
so, whether they were punished for falling back into more typical elf patterns
of speech.�

Draco looked down at the tiny
figure.�

�Go to my potions chest in my wardrobe and get me the jar with P written on the
label.� And then when you come back
please go to the other bedrooms in these chambers and collect all the hairs on
the bed and bring them with you.��

Wigger
cut a quick bow.�

�and warm this water up three degrees celcius before you go...please�� He said to the tiny elf, stopping it before
it popped away.��

He looked like the �please� almost caused him physical pain.��

The wee creature snapped its
fingers and the water they were in instantly became toasty and steaming
again.�

A tiny pop indicated that it had departed.�

Draco turned to her, sliding
closer and holding her around her waist again.�

�Can i kiss you?� he asked as solemnly as if he�d
asked her to marry him.� She smiled, her
eyes softening, forgetting his imperious manner with the house elf.�

�What if it would cost you a crucio?� she asked.�

He sneered at her.� �Granger..� It will cost me a crucio.� Probably a long one.� Possibly more than one.� Can I
kiss you?��

She nodded and leaned in, tilting
her head and pressing her lips against Draco�s.�

He closed his eyes, sliding his hands up from her waist and wrapping them
around her.� They both parted their lips
at the same moment, their questing tongues meeting at the midpoint and swirling
around each other, teasing, tasting.

A pop signified that the house elf
had returned.� �Master Malfoy.� I has �have the jar
and hair for you� the squeaky little voice announced.�

Draco reluctantly broke the kiss and pulled away, moving to the edge to take
the items from the elf.

It had brought the hairs in a small bowl. There were quite a few � most black
with some brown wavy ones that were obviously hers.�

�Thank you� Wigger.�� He said shortly.� �I need a glass beaker too
..please��

The little elf�s ears stood up and
it looked surprised but happy.� �Yes Master
Malfoy.� Right away�

It clicked its fingers and a small glass beaker stood on the edge of the
bath.�

�That�s all� Draco said and the
little elf bowed happily and popped away again.�

Draco eyed the items on the edge of
the bath.� �moment
of truth, Granger.. Still up for it?��

She raised an eyebrow.� In the meantime she didn�t feel quite so
aroused but she had somehow warmed to the idea.. all in the spirit of intellectual inquiry of course.�

She was about to know for the first time what it was like to be a boy.� The magical world was brilliant.

�Seems like it� she said
obliquely.�

Draco grinned and his eyes looked
excited.

�Have you ever done this before?� she asked curiously.� �been with a polyjuiced girl I mean.��

Draco looked sheepish.� �Well.. not with one polyjuiced as a man�
he admitted.�

�Pansy played a few other girls in our year for me from time to time if I
decided I wanted them.� She thought it
was better than me going and chatting them up.��

Hermione nodded thoughtfully.� It wasn�t
that bad a plan actually if you were with a guy who had a tendency to sow his
oats wherever he wanted.� Except for the horrible violation of the girls in question of
course.�

�It wasn�t that great� Draco
complained.� �No matter who she was
wearing she�d always act the same way.�
In the end i got bored of it��

he was pouring the thick vile gloop into the beaker now.� He filled it with about a finger�s depth of polyjuice.�

�this should give us a little over an hour� he
said.��

He turned to the bowl.�

�Granger..
which one�s the Dark Lord?��

She came close and peered into the
bowl.�

�How would I know?!�
One of the straight black ones obviously.� Just pick one.��

He peered closer.� �Some of the black ones are curly you know..��

She smirked.� �Yes well..� just pick a hair Draco.��

He raised an eyebrow and pulled out
a short curly black hair.� �As you wish�
he said and dropped the pubic hair into the polyjuice.�

She frowned at him irritatedly but she was actually
mostly amused.� He handed her the
beaker.�

�tasty..� he remarked sardonically.� �Make sure you savour the thick sludgy lumps
right next to that pube��

She scowled for real now and
blocked her nose with one hand tossing the liquid down her throat with the
other.�

Or.. trying to.�

The viscous stewlike mixture slithered slowly down
the glass side of the beaker and into her mouth piecemeal, so that she had to
wait for a very long time till it was all in there before she could swallow the
huge mouthful.�

Draco was sniggering, thoroughly entertained.��

Hermione wanted to snap at him but
then a massive cramp hit her and she stopped paddling and immediately dropped
below the surface of the water.� Draco�s
hands were immediately on her, pulling her back up and dragging her to the
steps through her shuddering and conniptions as the polyjuice
altered the very structure of her body on the most fundamental level.�

She curled herself into a ball sitting on the step while he patted her back as
if to soothe her.�

When it finally stopped she felt... weird.�
Just.. weird.� Wrong.�
As if her shoes were on the wrong feet.�

Except she was naked.�

There were pressings where there
shouldn�t be.. a feeling of skin against skin down on
the top of her thighs and a lack of skin pressing against skin on her chest
where her breasts should be pressed together if she were curled like this.�

Also her hair felt strange.�

It clung to her body like silk rather than wool.�

She raised her head and looked at Draco.� He was gaping at her.�

She felt with her arms over her body.� It
felt hard.. firm.. strong.� It was smooth
but not in the same way her own skin was.� She ran a hand down her abdomen, pleased by
the feeling and then she found her penis.�

Touching it made her jolt slightly � the feeling was entirely bizarre. �As if someone had taken her clitoris and
rolled it out really thin and then wrapped it around a sausage.�

It felt.. somewhat like having
an extremely large, abnormally sensitive clitoris.�

And the feeling of emptiness that should be just below it was just.. gone.� There was.. nothing.��

�Who the hell are you?� Draco blurted, obviously shocked.�

She smirked..
and it felt different on this face.�

Draco�s face paled and she realised he�d recognised her now that expression was on her face.�

�Severus!� he hissed.�

She climbed down the stairs and
stood in the water, stretching her arms and exploring the feeling of moving in
this new body.� It felt..

it felt amazing actually � really pleasant.�

She put her hands behind her back and felt up her own arse.� Severus had a fantastic arse.��

�This is brilliant!� she gushed in
her own voice.�

�Oh Merlin..
Don�t do that!� Stop talking Granger.� Being in the bath naked with my godfather is
bad enough without hearing your voice coming out of his mouth..�� Why do you look like you�re in your early twenties?!��

She looked at him pointedly.�

�Ok. talk� he said finally.�

�The Dark Lord did it.� He brought him back to the age he thought he
was most beautiful.� she said.�

There that was fine.� She didn�t explain how and Draco wouldn�t ask.� If Tom did it then it didn�t matter how.�

Draco was looking at her
speculatively.� �You�re right.� He did look alright when he was younger.� You�re not staying in that body though.� I�ll get you another shot.��

He backed off toward the polyjuice and she leapt
after him.�

This body was so strong.� She�d have to compliment Severus on it
later.�

She caught Draco around the waist and dragged him back, wrapping her arms
around him.�

�Oh come on..
he looks more than alright.� He�s entirely shaggable.� When Tom grabs him by the hair he makes this
delicious little sound too.. he�s so ...wanton.. I love
it.��

Draco was struggling and she let
him go.�

He shivered.�

�Granger.. leave it.� You�re touching me with a man who looked
after me since I was a toddler.� Even if
he�s younger - I don�t want to think of him like that.� Severus was more of a father to me than my
father was.�

She blushed, ashamed of herself.

�Sorry.� I was just enjoying how it felt
and got a bit carried away.� Didn�t think of it that way.�
He�s a different person for me.

I�ll stay back ok?!��

Draco nodded warily and shuddered.�

He scourgified and refilled the
beaker; picked through the hairs for a while and dropped one in before bringing
it to her near the steps.�

�Sit down this time� he said.�

She swallowed the foul brew with
some difficulty and wrapped her arms around her knees, curling into herself
when the cramps started.�

It really felt awful when it was working, even if it was an amazing
potion.�

When it stopped she gingerly unfolded herself to find Draco two and a half
paces away awaiting her movement with trepidation.�

She ran her hands over her body.� It felt
different.� Not weaker.. but differently muscled.�
Leaner.� Narrower.�

Her abs felt tighter and she had muscles on her sides too.�

She ran her hands up to her face, feeling the shape of it.� Her hair had shortened and only brushed her
ears now.�

�Ok.. �
she said, certain she was Tom now.� She
stood.� �How do I look� she asked
him.�

He was looking at her fearfully.�

�You look like...like the Dark Lord looks now. Except your
eyes are blue.��

She frowned.� Her skin was pale unnatural marble white still...
why were her eyes not red?�

She had vaguely wondered how he saw the world through them.� It must be something to do with his soul she
figured.� Well..
she wouldn�t be able to heal that ever again now
without making Harry even more of a Tom-twin.�

She moved slowly through the water
toward Draco. �is it..ok?�
she asked tentatively.�

She looked down at herself.. admiring
Tom�s gorgeous body and ran her hand over her own chest, down her abs, over her
pubic hair.�

She gripped her cock in her hand, feeling a strange surreal sense of standing
behind herself.� It was so bizarre to touch a penis from this
angle.� And to feel it.. Just weird.�

Draco took a half step toward
her.� �I just.. have to try to stop feeling like you�re about to do
something incredibly painful to me.�� He
swallowed weakly.�

She smiled. �Not in a million years� she said softly.� She reached out and ran her fingertips down
the side of Draco�s face.�

His eyes widened and he gulped again.� He
took another� step
closer.�

�Tell me I�m hot..� she said in a whisper.� When she whispered, her
voice didnt sound so female.�

Draco slid all the way up to her,
his abdomen touching hers.� He looked
down, looking over her..Tom�s..
body.�

�you�re fucking gorgeous� he murmured and looked back
up into her eyes.��

She let her hands slide around his hips and up to the small of his back,
pressing him harder against her.�

The brushing of his cock in the
water against her own felt very..strange.� it was like an
increasing sense of heaviness.. pressure.. there.�

She let her hands slide up his
back one of them going around him and the other sliding up to the back of his
neck.�

Pulling him forward suddenly she crushed her mouth to his, kissing him
hard.�

Draco froze for a fraction of a second, apparently shocked, but then he responded,
kissing her back ravenously, thrusting his tongue into her mouth as if he
wanted to stick it down her throat.�

She sucked on it, pulling it deeper and he moaned into
her mouth then pulled back.

�Fuck Granger..do you know how to do that for
real?��

She smiled darkly and he jerked
back against her arms, afraid

She stopped, smiling sheepishly
now.� �Sorry.� I forgot that you don�t find that smile a
turn-on on him.�

Draco smiled a bit nervously.�

She pulled him close again and kissed him, tenderly this time, encouragingly.�

�I won�t hurt you� she whispered between kisses.� �I promise, Draco.��

He softened finally.�

�I know.� If it were someone else i
wouldn�t mind if you did.� I ..like it a bit rougher... but.. not
that rough.. if
you know what I mean.�

There are stories about the Dark Lord.. that he�s more than brutal...

that sex with him is nobody�s idea of fun � not even something you�d wish on
your enemy.��

Hermione tilted her head trying to
unify this idea with her image of him.�

�Well when he fucked me in the shower this morning he was absolutely
phenomenal!� Breathtaking!
Outstanding!�

Deserving of some kind of award or prize by some
international body for sex.�

I could write sonnets about how bloody amazing he made me feel if it weren�t
beyond the capacity of literary description.�

I have no idea what he�s like when I�m not around, but he�s a dark sex god
whenever I meet him.��

She was getting tired of talking
now.� Her cock felt somehow
uncomfortable.�

She jumped when she felt Draco�s hand on it, lightly, stroking down her
length.� It felt..oh..
it felt really really
good.�

�Mmm do that more!� she demanded.� He smirked and closed his hand around
her.�

It made the sensation so much better.� He
moved his hand up and down and she clutched him breathlessly.�

�It�s so different� she
muttered.�

�How is it different?� he asked
curiously.�

�it�s
so.. immediate� she fumbled out as he was making her
mind unravel with that gentle rhythmic movement.� She bucked her hips in his hand
helplessly.�

He snickered.� �You�re putty in my hands
Granger.. I�m going to play you like a violin..

Come on.� We�re getting out of here.� I want us to be able to see each other.�

And I don�t want to drown when you refuse to let me take your cock out of my
throat because it feels too good.�

She laughed and turned, making her
way to the steps and climbing out.� When
she looked back she saw Draco was obviously checking her out.� �Coming?� she threw back.�

�Oh.. you�ll know when I�m coming, Granger, don�t worry� he
snorted and followed her up the steps.�

She got them both thick fluffy
black towels.� At first she wrapped hers
around herself at the level of her underarms and Draco fell apart laughing his
arse off at her.�

She unfolded the towel again, glaring at him and wrapped it around her
waist.�

�I feel half naked like this..� she complained.�

He walked up to her and fisted his hand in her hair, kissing her hungrily.� �You are
half naked.�� He muttered smiling.�

�Come on.��

They went back out into her room
and she saw that the sun had set while they were in the bathroom.� Draco went back into the bathroom and got his
wand.� He summoned all the tall candles
from around the bath and they floated into her room, distributing themselves
around the window, the table, the bedside tables.�

The candelabras flickered to life.� Soon
the entire room was lit with a soft burnished yellow glow.�

Draco cast a charm on them both
and she felt a strange sensation inside her.�
It felt as if she had something fizzing through her for a second.� �Scourgifying colonic� Draco explained and
approached her slowly, backing her up toward the bed.�

�Do you have any idea how strange
it is to see the Dark Lord backing away from me like a nervous virgin?!� he
asked in a low voice.

She smirked.� �Yeah..
well.. don�t push me or I�ll
start imitating his Voldemort expressions and you�ll widdle
yourself��

Draco rolled his eyes.� �Let�s see how well you can do that when
you�re moaning and begging me to let you come��

he put his hands on her chest and pushed her onto the bed hard, at the same
time whipping away the towel she had had wrapped around her waist.�

She oofed at the unexpected impact.� Draco had dropped his own towel and was
climbing onto the bed.�

�Move up� he directed in a low
voice.�

She pulled herself further up the
bed on her elbows till her head was almost touching the opposite edge.� It was a massive bed.� It had fit Tom, herself and Severus
comfortably.

Draco was forcing apart her legs with his knee, lifting her leg and tossing it
wide so that he could kneel between her legs, his own splayed slightly.�

She admired his body as he knelt over her.�
He was like a young sun worshipper.�
Tanned and blonde with a body that still looked young and fresh and
innocent � even though she knew without a shadow of a doubt that it had not
been innocent in a very long time.�

He seemed to be doing the same thing � feasting his eyes on her body.�

He ran his hands over her and she shivered in pleasure.�

When he leaned over her and kissed
her gently then licked his way down to her chest and sucked her nipples she
marvelled again at how different it felt.�

She told him.� �On my body that feels
much more intense.. as if its
connected to my clitoris somehow.� This
is.. different..��

He nipped her nipple slightly and she gasped.�
�mmm.. do that� she
whispered, incensed.�

He complied and sucked hard.�

�ohhhh..� she breathed.�

He smiled and continued down her
body, nipping her and sucking at the bites.�
It was.. making her
want to rub her hips against him.� So she
did.�

She felt his hand slide between them and grip her, stroking slowly and she
tipped her head back, moaning.�

The sensations there were so much more intense and
compelling than anything in her body.�
She felt like if he stopped doing ..that... she
would literally die. �

Draco took his hand away and
lifted his body slightly while still kissing and sucking his way down her.�

She groaned in dismay and bucked at air.�

He sniggered.�

�beg!�� he demanded in a low voice.�

She snorted. There was no way she
was going to beg him to touch her.� He
was dreaming.� She put her hands behind
her head, interlacing the fingers and laying back as if she wasn�t in a state
of dire lust, trying to ignore the incredibly imperative needy demands of her
body to do whatever the hell it took to make him keep touching her there.�

Draco raised his eyebrows at her.
�No?� We�ll see.��

He knelt up again on his heels, his own cock hanging heavy and hard out from
his body with the spring of youth.�

He reached a hand forward and brushed it over her balls lightly. She puffed her
breath out, the sensation overwhelming.�

When he leaned down and she felt
his hot wet tongue start to lick them she was unable to prevent herself from groaning
loudly and, moving her hips to shift her balls against his tongue.�

She cried out helplessly when he took first one, then the other and then both into his wide mouth. She felt like
she couldn�t move when he held them
in that hot tight wet cavern and let his tongue slip over them soft and
flat.�

It was..beyond anything she had a concept for.�

Not comparable with the feeling of having her pussy licked at all.

When he started to suck her cock she came almost immediately, unable to
restrain the urgent sensation; the simple ability to let go of his head was
beyond her as she tensed, thrusting herself deep into his welcoming throat and
empting her balls.�

The sensation was unlike
peeing.� It was..she
felt.. somewhat like the unstoppable spasmic feeling of throwing up.. only
in an entirely appealing way.� It was
delicious, wonderful.� It had the rush of
an orgasm, the relief of peeing when you�d been holding it for a long time...

it was entirely different to her own climaxes.�

She was utterly weak when it finished and watched Draco, panting, as he licked
his lips and smirked at her deviously.�

�How was it?� he asked curiously.�

�Uhhh�
she groaned and rolled her eyes back in her head to convey what words failed to
capture.�

He laughed and climbed up her
body, kissing her. She could taste very faintly.. a slight bitter taste but it was not unpleasant.�

Draco seemed to not be able to get enough of her mouth now, he snogged the living daylights out of her.�

�This is so going to get me killed�
he said, when he finally came up for air.�
She nodded weakly, smirking.�

He seemed to remember something and got up exiting out of her peripheral
vision.� When he came back he held the
beaker with polyjuice.�

�Time for another dose� he said
with visible schadenfreude. �unless
you want to be me now for a while.�

�She shook her head.� He didn�t seem disappointed in the
slightest.�

�I found a hair that looked exactly the same as the last one.� Hopefully you�ll only have to take one dose
this time..�

I poured a bit more in.� Should last longer.� Perhaps a couple of hours.��

She nodded and sat up.�

Draco stood, unabashed in his
nakedness, his cock half stiff against his thigh, and held out the beaker for
her.�

There was a truly inexcusably repulsive mass of sludge in the bottom.� She balked and tried to think � stew stew. Its just stew.� Drink it
down.� Good for you.�

It went down a lot more unpleasantly than the last two doses.� Fortunately there was almost no cramp
following her taking it.� She just
experienced a mild full body shiver and then she felt fine.�

Draco retrieved the beaker from
her and put it on the bedside table then he turned and climbed back onto the bed,
pushing her down and crawling over her, burying his face in her neck and
immediately latching onto places that made her shiver in pleasure and wrap her
arms around him to urge him on..�

The nature of polyjuice was that it was absorbed into
the cells quickly.� As such, the horrible
taste would disappear after only a minute or so.��

Draco seemed to know exactly how long
he needed to wait and pounced upon her lips almost immediately the taste
cleared, scouring her mouth with his tongue and reaching for her hands, pulling
them out and pinning them to the bed beside her head.�

The power of the position seemed
to drive him wild.�

He nipped at her tongue and rubbed his cock against hers.� She could feel that heavy sensitive feeling
that told her she was getting hard again already.� He pulled back and looked down between their
bodies.�

�Mm granger.. look�s
like you want more already.� Too bad.. it�s my turn.��

He sat up and threw himself onto
the pillows perpendicular to her orientation, laying his legs on top of hers.�

She did want more.� She wanted to
shove her cock in Dracos
mouth again, but fair was fair she thought.�

She pulled herself out from under him and crawled between his legs.�

The blow job she delivered was apparently quite astounding to Draco to judge by
the number of expletives he let out when she deep throated him into an
explosive climax.�

He had been far more gentle than Voldemort or Harry
and hadn�t held her head at all, bucking only with his hips.

As a result she found she really wanted �to take him as
deep as she could possibly go, suck him as hard as she could, tease him with
her tongue as she dragged herself up and down his length.�

She had cupped his balls for a while, juggling them in her fingers, but he
finally lost it when she dipped an exploratory finger down further and ran it
around his rosette stroking his anus gently.��

After he was done panting and
looking at her in amazement he got up and kissed her again, more softly this
time.�

�I�ll teach you how you fuck a man now� he murmured, looking wonderfully
flushed. ��

She felt nervous.�

�Don�t worry.. I�m not going to fuck you.. you�re going to fuck me.� It won�t hurt at all.�

But I�ll show you how you prepare a guy before you can slip your cock into
him.�

As Severus said in potions � adequate preparation is absolutely imperative, Granger.��

He pushed her slowly till she lay
on her back. Her hair fell in her face and she brushed it to the side like she
saw Tom do all the time.��

Draco had pushed her legs wide and now he leaned forward and started to lick
her cock again.� He sucked her a little
and she started to fuck his mouth but he pulled away, disappointingly and
licked down over her balls and further, raising her legs and pushing them up
till her hips were curled and her knees almost up by her shoulders.�

Draco lay down and started to kiss
and lick her arse.�

It felt positively peculiar.�

She wasn�t sure whether she liked
it or wanted him to stop.

The thought that Draco Malfoy was kissing her arse did amuse her on some
level.�

Realising she was going to have to do this to him soon sobered her however.�

His licks and kisses drew closer
and closer to her rosette and she started to feel a kind of nervous
tension.�

Anticipation.�

When he finally drew his tongue over the pink wrinkled ring she whimpered
slightly, clenching against him.�

He chuckled and kept licking her there, tracing little circles around it and
teasing the hole in the centre with his tongue till he was actually thrusting
his tongue inside her and it felt.. surprisingly
good actually.�

Very very weird but not at all
unpleasant.��

She felt something hard prod at her and clenched again.�

It felt greasy, slick.� She realised it
was his finger and experienced discomfort as he pressed it to the centre of her
rosette and pushed.� She felt it slide
into her, felt each knuckle.� He kissed
her buttock.� �Relax..�
he cajoled her.�

�If you relax it will feel better soon.��
She whimpered and nodded.�

He was pushing his finger in and
out of her now curving it and angling it toward the edges.� She recognised at once that he had done the
same thing to her pussy in the beginning.�

She felt somehow strangely sad.� He
hadn�t lied.� He really wasn�t sure of
how to be with a woman. �He was used to
being with men only.��

She shivered now.� She could feel his tongue probing around her
rosette around the finger he had inserted to the last knuckle.�

He pulled it out and inserted his tongue again, thrusting it in and out
quickly.� She moaned softly and he lifted
a hand to stroke her cock a little while he did it again.�

She rolled her hips a little, unable to resist the feelings.�

He withdrew his tongue and a larger obstruction started to force its way slowly
into her body.� It hurt a wee bit.�

She winced and the movement slowed to a crawl.�

Eventually he had two fingers inside her and started to pump them in and out at
a sedate pace and scissor them slightly to widen her.� When he inserted a third finger and the
pressure became sharply, uncomfortably painful he crawled up on his knees, his
fingers still buried in her and put her cock in his mouth,� pumping in time with his sucks,� She moaned, writhing against the twin axes of
his hot slick mouth and his hard thrusting fingers.�

She wondered how it would feel if his cock were in there instead of his
fingers.� She realised she wanted to
know.��

Reluctantly he stopped sucking her
off and withdrew his fingers gently.� �That�s
all there is.. If you wanted..
I could put my cock in you now and it wouldn�t hurt..as
much.

She looked at him hopefully. �Will you?� she asked.�

�If you...want me to��

She nodded eagerly.� He didn�t require extensive persuasion.� He reached for his wand and cast the lubrication
charm on his cock, then, tossing it aside he reached for her legs and put them
on his shoulders, leaning forward and lining up the head of his cock with her
anus.�

When he first started pushing she yelped, whining.� It hurt..a lot more than his fingers had.�

He Shhhed her soothingly and told her to relax.� �It�ll be better when its all the way in, granger� he mumbled, looking down
at the point where the head of his penis was forcing her wide open.�

She hissed and tried to relax.�

It hurt but eventually his head was in all the way and then he pushed and it
seemed like he kept going in forever.�
Deeper and deeper till he was all the way in and she felt his blond
curls tickle her butt.� Then he stayed
still for a moment.�

Her bottom felt like it was
rhythmically clenching and trying to force this foreign invasion out.� It felt a lot like needing to go to the
bathroom urgently.� It felt a bit like
being midway through going to the
bathroom actually.

Eventually Draco must have felt that she was ready because he pulled back
smoothly till he was almost all the way out and then he thrust into her, slapping
into her softly.�

�Oh!� she exclaimed, surprised.� �That
feels.. um..�

He grinned and did it again a bit harder.�

�do that more.. and uh.. a bit..� she didn�t finish what she was going to say because
he leaned down over her and fucked� her hard and the angle somehow brushed over
something inside her that felt really good.�

She growled and pulled her own legs down, bucking up at him this time when he
thrust into her hard.�

He gasped and leaned down, starting
to kiss her as he set up a smooth fast rhythm, rubbing
incessantly over that sensitive part inside her while his tongue rubbed against
her own in the most appealing way.��

Just when she thought it could not get any better than this he wrapped his hand
around her cock and started to stroke her in time with his thrusts.�

The overall sensation was peculiar, as if she was fucking herself somehow.� She moaned loudly into his mouth and he groaned
in response, fucking her harder.��

She was on the brink of her climax when a crack sounded in the room and Draco
froze, a terrified look coming over his face.�

He sat up slowly, starting to
shake terribly and glanced behind him.�
�It�s been gr-great knowing you Granger� he
murmured��

Tom stalked slowly, predatorily
over to the bed. ��

His voice, when he spoke was
dangerous in its tone of innocent enquiry. �

�Hermione...� can you explain why I am watching
myself be fucked in the arse by Draco Malfoy right now?� I had felt sure I was in the potions lab,
talking with Severus about possible ways of freeing you from a blood bond � but
it appears I was mistaken.� Care to
elucidate?��

She felt her erection wilt
completely and looked at it, frowning.� �Damn...� You broke it.� She let her head fall back
onto the bed huffing her...Tom�s... hair out of her eyes with a scowl, and lowering her legs
from the somewhat exposed position she had been in.��

Turned her..his.. head she
looked up at him.�

Draco was actually doing a truly worldshakingly successful impression of being invisible
right now.� He had ceased moving altogether
and his cock had softened and slipped out of her almost moments after he felt
his mark tingle and realised who had just apparated into the room.�

Tom tilted his head and looked ..himself.. in the eye.� Himself with blue eyes.�

�On the floor, Draco�� He hissed.�

The naked blond boy fell over himself to comply.� �Yes Master� he responded breathlessly.�

Draco out of the way Tom paced to
the bed and climbed up, crawling over Hermione till he straddled her naked...

- straddled his own naked body.�

He smirked down at her darkly.�

�Oh my twisted little Gryffindor.. You somehow manage
to continue to surprise me every time I see you.� I never know what to expect.� Are you enjoying wearing my body?��

She stretched beneath him rubbing
herself against him incidentally in the process.� �There is nobody I�d rather be.� There is nobody more beautiful than you.��

His dark smile widened.� �What a Slytherin
thing to say, little one.� I do believe
you are learning.�

She reached up with his hand and stroked his face.� �Kiss me?� she suggested.�

He grimaced.� �After Malfoy�s been there?�
He raised a perfect brow, his red eyes flashing and she felt her mouth
suddenly flushed with a mint taste.� He
leaned down and roughly kissed..himself.�� A crack sounded..

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