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Aurors in billowing black robes descended upon Hogwarts to scour the forests for Rebecca. By Tuesday, Hermione was ready to pull her hair out with frustration. After a meeting with the Headmistress, Hermione was asked to give a short presentation to the guests. She was expecting a group of attentive, respectful wizards, but instead she was graced with the presence of ten miserable faces. They didn’t take well to having a professor, and a woman at that, tell them how to do their job. Thank goodness that Harry and Ron at least knew what to look for, Hermione thought as she huffed down the hallway after dinner. As she rounded the corner, a long arm shot out and pulled her into an alcove.
“What the bloody-” she shrieked when a large hand clapped over her mouth. She was pressed face first into the wall with a tall body pushed into her back.
“You’re a little tease, you know that Professor?” a gravelly voice taunted in her ear. “I watched you eat five strawberries before I had to excuse myself from dinner tonight. Every fucking time you dipped one in cream, you licked a little dollop off the tip. Do you know how many men were watching you tonight? I wanted to pin you down on the table and fuck you in front of everyone, just to show them what’s mine.”
Hermione’s face flushed and she ground her arse against him.
“So what are you going to do about it, Professor Malfoy?” she taunted back, moaning when she felt his cock hardening further against her bum. He turned her around and shoved her back against the cool stone.
“For starters, I’m going to fuck that smirk off your swotty little mouth,” he growled out and slammed his lips into hers. His kiss was possessive and aggressive, and it lit a fire in Hermione’s belly. Draco ripped her professor’s robe open and it pooled around her feet. He shoved his thigh in between her legs and she rubbed herself on it. He swallowed her moans with a deep kiss.
The sound of footfalls came from the hallway and the two froze in place, trying to control the sounds of their heavy breathing.
“Did you see Professor Granger at dinner?” the pitchy voice of a boy in the midst of puberty asked his companion. “She’s fit for a Mudblood.”
Draco stiffened and he rubbed Hermione’s arms soothingly.
“Don’t let Professor Malfoy hear you say that,” an older voice warned. “I heard he gave Brogden two weeks detention scrubbing cauldrons for even insinuating she might not be worthy of teaching here. Some of the older Slytherins are saying he fancies himself a taste of her, the way he’s always watching her.”
Hermione quirked an eyebrow at him. Draco just shrugged and swooped down to place a kiss on her swollen lips.
“So you punished a student?” she asked when the coast was clear.”When?”
“I was reminding him of his detention when McGonagall’s patronus summoned us about Rebecca.”
“We weren’t sleeping together then.”
“No… where is this going, Hermione?” Draco tucked an errant curl behind her ear.
“We haven’t really talked about us, well, at all,” she paused before continuing in a timid voice. “I don’t know how you see me.”
“How I see you?” Draco echoed. “I see you as Hermione.”
“Not Potter’s Mudblood Granger?”
He sighed and clasped her hand in his, lacing their fingers.
“No. I’ve drove myself mad trying to recall at what moment you stopped being that. Now you’re just you- smart, stubborn, sexy. Just Hermione.”
That answer seemed to satisfy her, because she kissed him lightly on the cheek and pulled him out from the alcove.
“Were we finished back there?” Draco called after her. “I know I wasn’t! I had some very specific and very devious plans for you, Granger!”
Hermione turned to walk backwards and beckoned him with a crook of her finger.
“I have a better idea, Mr. Malfoy.” She winked at him, turned around and sped up her pace.
Draco grumbled after her as she led him through the twists and turns of the castle. He nearly collided into her when Hermione stopped abruptly and peered up at him with a seductive grin. He looked at the heavy wooden doors in front of them.
“The library? I swear to Merlin, Granger, if you’re going to go research right now, my bollocks will burst.”
“Well, we can’t have that, now can we?” Hermione dragged a single finger down the front of his robes the tufting the fabric in her grip. She pulled him even closer to her body and sent a wordless unlocking spell at the doors.
“You’re quite the little temptress, you know that?” Draco husked as she dragged him into the library and spelled the doors shut. He looked around and noticed it was completely empty. “Where are all the students?”
“Curfew,” Hermione mumbled as she unclasped his robes and tossed them on a table.
“So no one’s going to walk in on us?” Draco checked as she slid her tongue up his Adam’s apple.
“Nope.” Hermione sucked at the hollow spot at the base of his throat.
At that reassurance, he swiftly deposited Hermione on the table and hiked her skirt up around her thighs. He stepped into the space between her legs and trailed his fingers up her legs. Hermione vanished their shirts and her bra with a swish of her wand and ripped at Draco’s belt while his fingers danced a heavenly dance up her inner thighs. She nibbled at his earlobe and willed his fingers to go just a bit higher. When Draco encountered her wet slit, he dropped his forehead on hers.
“Hermione,” he groaned. “Where are your knickers?”
“Your pocket,” she whimpered as his index finger slid into her.
“In my pocket? When did you do that?”
“Seventh period,” she answered, followed by a long, keening moan when the thick pad of his thumb pressed into her clit. Hermione quickly unzipped his pants and pumped his cock firmly, causing a little ball of pre-cum to gather on the tip. She swept her finger across it to bring to her mouth to taste.
“Salazar fucking Slytherin,” Draco growled and pushed her skirt all the way up to gather around her hips. He gripped at her thighs and tilted her back so she was leaning on her elbows. With a quick tug, Hermione was perched on the edge of the table, breasts heaving high in the air. Draco gave her nipple a tug with his teeth and pulled at the other with his skillful fingers. Hermione snaked her arms around his waist to grip his bum and hauled him closer so his cock bobbed against her center. Their lips met as he thrust into her, sinking into her hot, wet pussy.
“You’ll be the death of me, woman,” Draco murmured against Hermione’s lips and she cried out as he ground his hips into her. Her nails were digging into his arse as her grip tightened, but all he cared about was seeing her breasts bounce with each pump of his cock.
“Oh God,” she mewled. “Fuck. Draco, oh shit. Don’t stop. Oh Merlin, don’t stop.”
It would’ve taken Old Voldemort himself to make Draco stop thrusting into her, but he couldn’t form the words to assure her, so he drove himself even harder into the delectable witch writhing below him. Hermione tensed as her muscles began to milk his cock and she let out a long whine. A bead of sweat dripped down his nose and landed on her flushed chest while he spilled into her.
Draco collapsed onto Hermione and they stayed like that for several minutes as the heat in their veins cooled. She pushed the fringe from his face and raked her nails down his scalp while he listened to the heavy beating of her heart. He was felt the lull of sleep pull at his consciousness when a bright light shot into the library. A stag leaped over the table and landed to his right.
“Hermione,” Potter’s voice spoke through the animal. “I’m assuming since I can’t find you with a tracking spell and no one has seen Malfoy since dinner that the two of you are off committing unspeakable acts together. I think we found something. Come to Hagrid’s as soon as you put some clothes on- preferably ones that belong to you.”
The patronus dissolved into silvery dust and evaporated.
“That Potter’s got a mouth on him,” Draco commented, reluctant to leave Hermione’s warm body.
“Oh, that was nothing. You should have heard him during fifth year. Ron and I were never sure when Harry was going to snap.” She pushed his shoulders so she could slither out from underneath him. Draco groaned as he stood up to find his clothing.
After Hermione magicked their clothing back together, except for her knickers (which Draco refused to return, claiming finder’s rights) they were on their way to Hagrid’s hut.
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About 500 meters into the forest, the Aurors had stumbled across a little shack. Harry brought Hermione and Draco out to see it and get their opinions. Inside, they found a small fire pit and a pile of blankets. It was unremarkable, except for the Gryffindor tie lying in the middle of the floor.
“What do you think?” Harry asked after a few minutes of silence.
“It definitely looks like she was here,” Hermione provided. “But it seems like our kidnapper is providing at least the basics for Rebecca. The blankets look slept in and there was recently a fire lit.”
“So it’s a caring kidnapper?” Draco hypothesized and the two nodded in silence.
Harry walked them back to the edge of the forest so they could return to the castle before the sun set.
“Hermione!” he called out as she was walking away. “Can’t wait to see your costume!”
She turned around slowly.
“What?”
“Isn’t tomorrow the Halloween Ball? McGonagall said she wasn’t going to cancel it- y’know, keep spirits up and all that. She did ask the Aurors to be there, though, as a calming presence.”
“Oh, bollocks,” Hermione muttered and continued her climb up to the castle with Draco a step behind her.
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Luna arrived at Hermione’s flat at six o’clock in the evening.
“I don’t see why the teachers have to dress up for this stupid dance,” Hermione grumbled while Luna waved her wand at Hermione’s wardrobe.
“Think of it like this,” Luna posed. “This is your chance to dress up. Surely when you were a little girl, you played dress up? Well now, you have magic to prepare any costume you could possibly want. So tell me, Hermione, what did you always want to be?”
“A genie,” Hermione replied without hesitation. “There was a show my dad and I used to watch together and the genie had the prettiest pink outfit.”
With a few more wand waves, Hermione was dressed and her hair was neatly piled on top of her head in a braid. She wove her hairpin through it and stood back to appraise her new look.
“It’s perfect!” Luna exclaimed, adjusting her own costume. She was dressed as some kind of water sprite, with a flowing blue gown and pretty white wings. “I have to go help Neville, but I’ll see you at the Ball!”
Luna skipped out the door and Hermione quickly lined her eyes in black liner, with a subtle flick at the corner of her eyes. With a dusting of glittering honey power from Honeydukes, she was ready to go when Draco knocked on her door.
She used her wand to let him in, still hiding in her bedroom. She hollered for him to sit while she summoned the last of her Gryffindor courage. With a crack, Hermione Apparated into her living room directly in front of Draco, who was lounging on the couch.
“Hello Master,” she greeted and fluttered her eyelashes.
Draco’s jaw dropped as he drank Hermione in. She was wearing some kind of pink, frothy costume. Her breasts were pushed together, encased in a tiny, silk top that left the long line of her torso exposed. Her creamy skin glittered with gold flecks and her pants were barely pants at all. They were gathered at her waist and her ankles, but a long slit ran up the sides, leaving the outside of her legs bare. She wore simple gold sandals and a little pink hat with a veil attached. For the first time in his life, Draco felt truly speechless. Hermione held his hands to pull him up off the couch and looked him up and down.
“What are you?” she asked and cocked her head to the side. He didn’t respond. “Draco.” She shook him a little. “Hello?”
“Yeah,” he breathed and blinked a few times to clear his mind of the sensual fog that swirled around his brain. “Uh, I’m Zorro. See?” he pointed to the simple black mask resting on his pale hair.
And what a sexy Zorro he was, Hermione thought. He was wearing all black and his shirt was slightly frilled at the collar and sleeves. His pants were snug and she was filled with the sudden desire to bite down on his well-shaped arse. For once in her life, she was grateful to the ridiculous sport of Quidditch for giving her man the body and the stamina that she planned to exploit later that night. After several more minutes of eye-fucking each other, the two held hands and made their way to the Great Hall.
It was decorated spectacularly in black and orange, with several of Hagrid’s giant pumpkins taking up the center of the room. There were two long tables of refreshments and Draco ignored the two Slytherins pouring firewhiskey in the giant punch bowl. The air smelled spicy and sweet, like snickerdoodle cookies. Everyone was too busy enjoying themselves to notice them enter, but when the seventh year boys saw Hermione, a wave of whispers crashed over the Great Hall.
Now Draco was a selfish and possessive man. He had come to accept this about himself and didn’t see the use of changing it. However, he was also a man of pride and these two aspects of him warred when the young men in attendance focused their attention on Hermione. He couldn’t decide whether to bare his teeth and growl at them like some kind of animal, or let them drool, knowing he would be balls deep in her in a matter of hours. He opted for a compromise and pulled her in for a dark, sensual kiss. She melted into him, molding her body closely against his and snuck a tiny grab at his bum.
“Come on, Hermione! Is that necessary?” Draco heard a particularly ginger-sounding voice cry out in frustration. With reluctance, Draco released her lips, but gave a sneaky lick down the nape of her neck. Hermione’s skin tasted like honey and he was quite sure he would gladly lick it off her in front of the entire Weasley clan, if need be.
Ron’s face paled at the death glare Hermione shot his way and turned to welcome Harry and the band of Aurors behind him. The usually surly officers greeted her with vigor and she raised her eyebrow suspiciously. When she followed their mutual gaze down to her chest, she rolled her eyes and pulled Draco’s arm around her waist. The Aurors quickly lost interest and set about patrolling the large room, and Draco and Hermione wandered over to the punchbowl to partake in the spiked drink.
“I don’t know if we should drink this,” Hermione said and peered skeptically in her glass.
“Come on, Granger. The more we drink, the less the students can drink,” Draco reasoned and took a long gulp. He licked his lips and winked at her.
“I suppose even I can’t argue with that logic,” she giggled and took a swig.
Draco pretended not to notice to waves of boys passing by Hermione to gawk when a question floated across his mind.
“Yesterday, did you say you put your knickers in my pocket during seventh period?”
She looked up at him with her big brown eyes and smiled innocently.
“Yes.”
“Don’t you teach during seventh period?”
“Mmmhmm,” she hummed while taking a sip from her cocktail.
He took a step toward her and bent his head to whisper, “Tell me how you did that, you clever little witch.”
Her warm breath tickled his ear as she explained the mechanics of the spell she invented. “It’s like a vanishing spell, but I can control where the item goes. So while I was sitting at my desk, I pulled my knickers off and sent them to your pocket.” She ended her explanation with a gentle flick of her tongue against the shell of Draco’s ear.
Instead of responding, he grabbed her by the hand and led her quickly out of the Great Hall. He took a sharp right at the doors and dragged her outside into the cold night air. Goose bumps erupted over Hermione’s exposed skin and she let out a little gasp when Draco pushed her against the chilled brick wall of the castle. The rough stone scratched at her back, but when his soft lips pulled at hers, the complaint flew from her mind.
His mouth worked over hers like he was a starving man and her lips were his only sustenance. He gently bit at her pouty bottom lip and then soothed it with his tongue. She opened her mouth to him and their tongues tangled in desperation. He was growing drunk off her again and he felt his control slipping with every little moan and sigh she made. He ghosted his hands down her sides and pulled her hips into his. One of her hands was tangled in his hair, while the other explored the muscles in his chest. Her hands met as she rubbed at his cock through his pants and they parted to gasp for breath. Their arousal was intensified by the pin Hermione wore in her hair, each feeding off the feeling of other’s dizzying need. Draco clasped his hands on her plump arse to haul her up against the wall, but the sound of cracking branches grabbed his attention. When he stopped moving, Hermione whimpered and rubbed her center against him.
“Wait,” he whispered, almost undetectably quiet. “Listen.”
The sounds grew louder so Draco turned around the shield Hermione from vision. Out twenty meters or so was a pair of glowing, blue eyes. It was too dark to make out the rest of the creature, but Draco knew who had joined them. He raised his wand, ready to blast the animal to bits when Hermione grabbed his arm.
“No!” she warned. “The one who attacked us didn’t have blue eyes. Wait.”
He obeyed and ignored the steady rise in his heartbeat as the eyes moved closer to them. Before it got close enough to make out, the creature stopped moving and the air around it began to swirl. Wind came from nowhere to surround them and it crackled with magic.
From the midst of the wind, the small figure of a girl bound forward towards them.
“Professors!”
Draco and Hermione froze and stared at a naked, but seemingly safe and happy Rebecca.
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