Repercussions

"I promise..." Malfoy whispered into her ear, brushing his lips against her smooth skin as
he did so. Hermione was caught off guard at the sensation of his soft lips and hot breath.
She couldn't even think of what Malfoy was promising her at first. Then she remembered
the rules she laid out and couldn't help but let a small smile emerge. For an arrogant
prick, he did have his moments of charm.

"Umm, thanks Malfoy," she said uncomfortably. Some of her apprehensions were easing
but she couldn't stop the tears, and gave up trying. She was always one to over analyze
things, which was useful in school and made her at the top of her class in almost every
subject. At this point she realized thinking too hard was not going to turn things in her
favor, just make her want to vomit, and she tried to clear her mind of her current
predicament. 'Now what?' she thought to herself, wishing she could do something
besides lay there feeling awkward and scared.

Meanwhile, Malfoy was having an inner battle as well, and was glad Hermione seemed to
be too caught up in her own little world to pay attention to how stupid he must look. He
kept leaning down to kiss her, then quickly pulling away, afraid to make this 'business'
too personal.

'I am going to have sex with her! It doesn't get much more personal than that!' he
thought to himself. 'Fuck it.'

He swiftly lowered his face to meet her lips in a rough and passionate kiss. Her bottom
lip was already swollen from her biting it in fear and frustration, but he pushed as hard
into her as he could, as if he was trying to transfer all of his feelings of the past hour onto
her. As a reflex, she initially tried to escape by shaking her head back and forth. When his
hands snaked their way into her auburn curls and strongly held her still, she let her
emotions take over and slowly opened to allow his tongue access.

She wanted to push her hands up under his shirt and touch the muscles she could make
out even through his tattered clothing, and cursed her bindings worse than ever. Emotions
started puddling under her skin and she felt even more tears build up inside her. She had
never felt like this, not with Victor, or more recently, Ron. The heat and passion between
them was almost overwhelming. He kissed her as if she was the only woman on a planet
deprived of oxygen, if they broke the kiss, they would surely suffocate.

His hands moved from her hair, across her cheeks, and down her neck, resting on the
sensitive spot along her collarbone, and dangerously close to the swell of her breasts. She
gasped into his mouth, inviting an even more thorough exploration.

Finally, when their strained lungs burned from lack of air, they released the kiss, panting
heavily and staring intensely into each other's eyes. Hermione could not believe what had
just transpired between the two of them. She wondered if he had felt the passion she had,
but his eyes were unreadable and she lowered hers in embarrassment. Draco noticed this
and slowly moved his hands downwards, trying to reignite the fire he felt burning within
her moments before. She trembled at his touch as he traced one finger across her
stomach, over the metal confinement, and outlined her navel.

'Who would have thought bookworm Granger was hiding such a perfect body under the
loose fitting robes she was always sporting.'

His gaze lifted to her breasts, barely hidden behind the triangles of her bikini top. They
weren't huge but they were definitely a handful, and the perfectly round shape more than
made up for the size. The small peaks of her nipples were just visible underneath the
fabric. He wanted to touch them but was afraid of overstepping her boundaries.

'Damn it Draco! Since when do you have somewhat of a conscience!?' he thought while
gritting his teeth in annoyance.

When his movements on her stomach ceased, she looked up and followed his line of site,
quickly comprehending where his new interest was. She was slightly self-conscious of
her small size, and felt the need to cover herself, but her restraints didn't permit it. The
look on his face didn't seem too disappointed, so instead of struggling, she nodded again,
giving in to her primal needs and his.

As soon as Draco got the signal, he plunged his face between her small mounds,
breathing in the sweet smell of sweat, and something else that was purely her own. He
lightly kissed one over her bathing suite while bringing his hand up to cup the other. He
was careful not to budge the fabric too much, as the Dark Lord was still in the back of his
mind, and if a quick retreat was required, he wanted to be able to do so without much to
cover up.

Her breathing was increasing, and Draco took it as a good sign, even though he was sure
it was more out of nerves than from their proximity. He decided to slide his hands down
and gauge her reaction to see if she was ready for what was to come. He knew they didn't
have all the time in the world, but also didn't want to rush things too much and leave her
bleeding, making it even more obvious to the Dark Lord what they had done.

He slowly ran his hands down along the outside of her silky smooth thighs, then turned
around once he reached her knees, and proceeded up the inside. He brushed the spot
between her legs with the back of his hand and heard her take in a sharp breath. He
needed to be closer, and moved to join her on the cold stone confinement.

Hermione couldn't believe the feeling of his cool skin on hers, he was actually being
gentle, the way she had imagined her first lover would be. Electricity seemed to shoot
through her core when he brushed against her sensitive area. She heard him shuffling to
get onto the table with her, and let out the breath she hadn't known she was holding in.

Once he got himself situated with his knees between her legs, using one arm to prop
himself up above her, he returned his fingers to lightly graze her private parts. When she
didn't object, he applied more pressure, with his thumb drawing circles over the spot he
figured was her clit, judging from the little gasps she was making as he touched it.

"Malfoy..." she trailed off, not being able to say what she wanted, but hoping he would
understand.

He got the memo and moved her bottoms to the side and stroked the soft folds of her
most intimate place.

"Why Granger... shaved just for me? You shouldn't have."

"It's... it's cleaner... I..."

"I like it," he interrupted her. She blushed redder than Weasley hair at this, but didn't
reply.

He was frustrated to find that she still wasn't getting wet, he wasn't used to having to
work this hard to get a girl in the mood. Not that he could blame her, this wasn't exactly
the typical situation that he usually bedded his Hogwarts whores in.

He took matters into his own hand and put two of his fingers to his mouth, making sure to
leave plenty of spit on them then returned them to her body.

His wet fingers felt cold and slick, and it seemed as if she were made instantly more
aware of his movements as his fingers now easily glided across her nub. It took all her
self-control not to cry out, but she knew she couldn't bring any unwanted attention to
them. If someone were to check in, it wasn't as if they had anywhere to hide.

Some of her own juices were now mixed with the saliva, and Draco took this as a sign to
proceed. He carefully slipped one lubricated digit into her opening. He was taken back by
how incredibly tight she was, before he realized she must be clamping down with her
pelvic muscles. They were so strong and would probably feel amazing on his now rock
hard cock. He began to move his finger in and out, tantalizingly slow to get her used to
the sensation and try to loosen her up a bit. Her walls remained clamped tight around his
finger, there wasn't even enough room for two, let alone his sizeable erection.

"Granger! You have to relax or you're literally going to choke my chicken."She let out
a small snort of laughter at this, and he did feel her ease up a bit.

"Just close your eyes. Err...don't think about it so much."

He watched her eyelids drop and she took a deep breath, leaving her bottom lip pouting
and trembling slightly. She looked so beautiful like this. All the walls that she normally
put up when he was around were gone, and it made it hard for him to be his usual
sarcastic self. He needed to taste her again and quickly ducked down for another bruising
kiss. Their tongues intertwined as he struggled to reach deeper into her mouth. He felt her
muscles finally release and was able to slip another finger inside her.

She couldn't believe that this was happening, and in spite of herself, she was almost
enjoying the feelings. His tongue expertly explored her mouth and she eagerly opened
more to deepen the kiss. She felt herself stretch as second finger entered her, and as he
stroked in and out she started to feel pressure building up from within. 'Malfoy definitely
knows what he's doing,' she thought appreciatively.

Malfoy noted the positive reaction he was getting from her, and he quickened the pace of
his shallow thrusting, while rubbing her clit with his thumb. His fingers now easily
moved inside of her slick opening and he thought he did quite a decent job getting her
prepared, especially under the circumstances.

His erection was becoming painful from lack of stimulation. He removed his hand from
her heated entrance to undo the zipper of his pants and lower his boxers, now damp with
precum. Once he freed himself from the ever-shrinking confines of his designer
underwear, he placed his hand next to her face and kissed her lightly on the forehead.

Somewhat awkwardly because of the position, he moved his hips towards her center,
gliding his cock along her folds, and mixing their juices together.

He reached his hand down to position himself at her opening, pushing against her to some
extent to make sure he had the right spot. Usually this was the girl's job, and it put him
off slightly that he was struggling with this. He was Draco Malfoy, God's gift to
womankind! His sexual conquests could rival those of Zeus, and here he was, nervously
trying to find her freaking vagina. 'Pull yourself together Draco!' he commanded to
himself.

Once he had gotten himself situated, he looked up at her. She wasn't looking at him, her
jaw was clenched and her bottom lip was trembling again. She was nervous, and he had a
feeling he knew exactly what she was thinking about.

"It doesn't hurt so bad, if you relax. That's what I've heard at least. Of course at the time
my hearing may have been impaired from all the screams of pleasure blasting my ear
drums."

She finally looked up into his eyes and was met with such a hard penetrating gaze she
gasped in shock, leaving her mouth open and waiting, but not breaking the eye contact.

He quickly took advantage of her parted lips and engaged her in another of his skilled
kisses. He wanted to distract her while he pushed into her. He was in about an inch when
he felt some resistance. Deepening the kiss he finally plunged into her in one smooth
swipe. The sound of her cry was muffled from his mouth, and she bit his lip to control
herself.

She had braced herself for the pain, but his kiss through her off guard. When she felt the
sharp burning between her legs she involuntarily cried out, immediately cursing herself
for doing so and biting down on Malfoy's lip to stem further sounds. She hadn't seen his
penis but now knew how big he must be. He stretched her and filled her simultaneously,
but the pain was already receding as he patiently waited for her to get more comfortable
with the intrusion.

When he couldn't hold out any longer, he slowly pulled out, leaving just the head in
before pushing back inside. For the first time ever he felt like this was right, even in the
extremely fucked up situation that led them to it. He could feel her walls clamping and
releasing, trying to accommodate him. He could already sense his orgasm building up,
and he actually felt bad that she wouldn't get any pleasure from this. He was surprised to
hear her moan softly. 'Damn, I really am good,' he smirked to himself.

The pain was definitely easing up, and some of the pleasure she felt from his assault on
her with his fingers was returning. She still felt stretched, but now in a good way, and she
started raising her hips slightly (well as much as her restraints would allow), to meet his
thrusts.

When he felt her hips moving beneath him, he sped up the pace, feeling his orgasm
quickly approaching. He didn't think he would last much longer, and his arms were
shaking as he grinded deep within her. His balls tightened and his orgasm hit him like a
bludger. He collapsed on top of her as he ejaculated in waves of pleasure, breathing
heavily into her ear.

She watched his face contort in concentration. His blonde locks were sticking to his face
with sweat, his eyes were closed, and his breathing was shallow. His eyebrows tightened
as he released his seed into her and fell on top of her, panting into her ear. His hot breath
making her shiver. She'd never seen any man look so handsome, or felt so peacefully
fulfilled.

He wished he could stay inside her forever. At that moment, he was perfectly content, his
mind free of chaos for the first time in over a year. When his heart rate returned to
normal, he lifted himself off her, and slowly pulled out.

She immediately felt empty when he removed his now slightly flaccid penis from her
depths. It still seemed as if this was a dream to her, but as much as she didn't want to
believe it happened, something about it felt so right. Even though she knew she should
have felt horrible about it, she didn't think she regretted it... yet.

Once he had composed himself, he thought it was best to get off the table. Wiped the
juices that had spilled out of her with the corner of his robe, attempting to cover their
tracks as well as possible.

"You know... this isn't even a sure thing, my sperm just have a head start, you could still
have the Dark Lord's baby." He didn't know why he said this. He knew it would just
return the fear she had from before, but he couldn't think of anything else to break the
uncomfortable silence.

"I guess that's true." He was right, and the thought startled her because she hadn't even
considered it. "It's much less of a chance though."

"Yeah..." He wished he could say something, but he was torn between wanting to
comfort her and return back to his usual treatment of her kind.

Unfortunately, someone else had arrived to split the quiet, still air for them.


"Well, well, well... Ms. Granger, so nice of you to join us."






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I thought I would never be able to finish this chapter. I probably changed every single
sentence in it at least once, and I am going to have to reedit it once I post it. For some
reason certain things I do on word turn into weird letters or symbols once I post it. The
only thing I can think to fix it is go back and edit it once it's already up, so give me like
10 minutes to fix them after it is posted. I hope I didn't make Draco too OOC, I felt bad
making him a total ass lol. I do have a plot worked out for the rest of the story, but I
don't know if anyone will want to keep reading after the dirty chapters are over.
Please review and let me know what you think of this chapter, I worked really hard
on it and it would be much appreciated, and thanks to everyone who reviewed so far, it
means a lot!