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Temptations	By : Nikkilicious Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Draco/Hermione Views: 16330 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
- 1-Fall
- 2-Gluttony
- 3-Sloth
- 4-Sloth Cont'd
- 5-Greed
- 6-Greed Cont'd
- 7-Envy
- 8-Envy Cont'd
- 9-Lust
- 10-Lust Cont'd
- 11-Pride
- 12-Pride Cont'd
- 13-Wrath
- 14-Home
- 15-Mystery
- 16-Attack
- 17-Rise
- 8
- 9
- 10
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or any part of the franchise. This is a work of fanfiction, written solely for the enjoyment of myself and other fans. No profit is being made off of this work.

AN: Sorry for the delay but here it is people! The lust chapter. Or the first lust chapter anyway, haha. A BIG THANK YOU TO MY NEW BETA: me_4_ever (on live journal)
You seriously rock!
On with the show!

�Lust is the craving for salt of a man who is dying of thirst�

-- Frederick Buechner

McGonagall stood in the Headmaster�s office; technically hers, though she didn�t quite see it that way. She gazed at the portraits of the former Headmasters and Mistresses around her, looking for some sort of guidance.
�Did I do the right thing?� The men and women in the paintings looked to each other hesitantly, seemingly as unsure as she was. None of them met her gaze. The choice she�d made had been a difficult one, but, what was done, was done.
The portrait of Dumbledore, the one right in the middle and largest of them all, spoke up.
�Minerva, it was what you had to do.�
She had contacted the Ministry, finally, and told them what had happened. She knew that they were not going to react positively but she hadn�t expected the consequences to be so dire.
The Minister�s warning rang shrilly in her head.

�We�ll certainly have to manage this, won�t we.�

It hadn�t sounded like much but she knew how to read between the lines.
Hogwarts was in for a fight.

Their landing was far from graceful. Hermione tumbled to the ground with Draco falling on top of her, his weight crushing.
He didn�t move at first. Their eyes locked for a second. All of the anger and pain they�d just felt moments ago� it almost dissipated.
Almost.
Huffing, he stood and dusted himself off, completely ignoring Hermione who struggled to her feet.
Suddenly, they took note of where they were. The Forbidden Forest.
Hermione let out a squeal of excitement when she realized what that meant. If they had been in the forest when they disappeared, then being back in the forest meant that they were home.
It made sense
It was finally over.
Draco seemed to have come to the same conclusion. A smile spread across his lips and his face relaxed. He was so ready to get back to the school and forget all of this ever happened.
The tension between them faded as relief settled in.
�Which direction?� Draco asked.
They both looked around the area, not really seeing anything familiar. Neither was quite sure which way home was but it was still daylight and would be for quite a few hours so they figured they�d just start walking.
Hermione pointed to her right and began to walk.
The forest was thick and the tree tops melded together only allowing small rays of light to escape through the cracks. It was enough to see, though, and despite the small amount, it was also enough to keep things heated.
Hermione finally gave in and shrugged off her long robe, shrinking it and placing it in the side pocket of her shirt, completely unaware of the sidelong glance Draco had given her.
They walked for a long time and still, there was no Hogwarts in sight. The heat was unbearable, making them both tired and uncomfortable. On top of that, the tension had seeped back between them with a vengeance, creating a palpable weight in the air.

But that wasn�t what was really bothering them.
Draco stayed a few paces behind Hermione.
His hands were in his pockets and his fists were balled up tightly. He was pissed. Not because they were weren�t getting anywhere, no, but because he couldn�t take his eyes off of Hermione�s ass.
Her hips swayed back and forth naturally with each step she took. Her skirt rode up ever so slightly on her legs, teasing him. Inviting him.
He could only imagine the feel of the creamy skin of her thighs, the smooth silk his finger tips were sure to encounter.
And that bum. He just wanted to grab it.
Frustrated, Draco adjusted his robe in attempt to hide his little problem.
Not little, he supposed as he stared down at his massive erection.
As long as he was behind her, he couldn�t force himself to look away from her behind. But he couldn�t move in front of her either because she�d notice his predicament. So he was stuck.
All in all, he was pissed!
These feelings seemed to have had come out of no where. Only hours before they had been at each other�s throats, doing anything and everything they could to hurt one another. Now he couldn�t think about her in any other way except sexually. It didn�t make any sense.
He blamed it on the fact that he hadn�t had sex in a long time. Maybe weeks. He�d been trapped with Granger that long, spending most of his time trying to get back home. He hadn�t even thought about sex.
Until now.
Sighing, he adjusted himself again.

Hermione was walking blindly through the woods. The leaves crunched loudly under her feet but she took no notice. Her thoughts kept distracting her.
She�d almost killed Draco Malfoy.
It shocked her immensely. She hated him, yes. And she had thought about �killing� him many times, but she never actually considered doing it. The act of murder was something she didn�t think she was capable of.
But something had happened. She�d just snapped.
And that scared her.
Hermione shook her head, trying to remove the thoughts. It was over now, and she didn�t feel even like she had then, at all.
It was going to be okay. At least, that was what she kept telling herself.
They kept at their steady pace, not exactly sure if they were making any progress.
Hermione was glad she was in front, though she did wonder what sorts of things Malfoy could get up to from behind her, but this way, she felt in control. And she felt alone. It sounded odd, but she was so tired of being around him. They�d survived each other for weeks.
Enough was enough.
As she moved, Hermione noticed that her senses seemed to be heightened somehow. Or perhaps she was just becoming more aware of things. She could feel the sweat droplets sliding down her back, taste the stale air in her mouth, smell the musky wood around her.
Her brow creased as she smelled something else, also.
The scent tingled her nose and she almost stopped from the sudden intrusion of it.
It was� incredible.
Dark and heavy, it hit her like a tidal wave. And she soon figured out where it was coming from. Behind her. The wind had blown and she�d caught a whiff from behind her.
From Malfoy.
She supposed it made sense. He�d probably showered when they were at the fake Hogwarts, like she had. And since everything was like the real school, then he probably had his cologne there as well.
For some reason she liked that.
The scent had long disappeared but the remnants of it still lingered in her nostrils. It sent shivers through her, all the way to her toes.
She picked up her pace to try and get away from it.
Unknowingly, this only made things worse as her hips swayed faster, causing Draco to be turned on even more.

Within hours of McGonagall contacting the Ministry, reinforcements were sent and they swarmed the castle. It reminded many of what had occurred in during Umbridge�s infamous

year.
Harry was walking down the corridor, heading for the Great Hall, seeing all of the guards standing about. Some of them were Ministry workers, some Aurors, and some even Order members, like Kingsley Shacklebolt and Dedalus Diggle.
No one looked at him and he was grateful for that as he moved along as quickly as he could.
He had wanted the professors to do something and they did. But now, he wasn�t so sure it was a good idea.
The last time the Ministry had taken over Hogwarts� life as they knew it had ended.
He arrived in the Hall and went straight for the Gryffindor table where Ginny and Ron sat talking to Seamus and Dean.
�Hey Harry, did you see all of them?� Seamus asked.
He nodded.
�I can�t believe they so many.� Ginny stated, looking towards the double doors. �I mean, I�m just as worried about Hermione as the next person but sending that many Aurors for two missing students? It just doesn�t seem right.�
She had a point and they all realized it. Something else was definitely going on.
�Just another reason to build up the DA again, right Harry?� Ron suggest quietly. All of them nodded in response, their heads bowed together.
There was silence for a moment as they all escaped into their thoughts but it was soon broken by Dean interrupting them. He�d been reading the Daily Prophet and evidently ran across something.
�Look here!� He unfolded the paper and laid it in the middle of the table. Everyone leaned over to look.
�Its an article about Hermione and Malfoy.�
It was by none other than Rita Skeeter and the entire thing was rubbish. She talked about Hermione and Draco as if they were two forbidden lovers, and because of their histories and statuses, they were forced to run away together. Some of her predictions included going off to America and even getting married.
�This is bollocks!� Ron said. His anger was undoubtedly derived from a good amount of jealousy. He couldn�t stand the idea of Hermione wanting to be with Malfoy, even if he knew the article was false.

Ginny huffed and tossed the paper onto the ground, frowning.
�That Skeeter. I thought Hermione taught her a lesson.� She shook her head. �We just have to ignore this stuff.�
Easier said than done, they knew. Because it wasn�t them they had to worry about. Looking around, they saw that they weren�t the only ones who�d come across Miss Rita�s column.
It was convincing everyone else that would be difficult.

Hermione was frustrated with herself. Her thoughts about Malfoy were going places that she didn�t want them to go.
Very dirty places.
She shook her head, again, for the hundredth time.
It was all the craziness. Had to be. As soon as they returned home, everything would go back to the way it was.
She decided that she needed a distraction. What a better way than identifying every single tree, plant, and shrub around her?
So that was what she did.
They were all pretty general, nothing too spectacular. Except for the Yew tree. It was rare and pretty hard to miss with its giant roots twisting up from the ground, like lithe fingers, to form into the massive trunk.
The Yew tree was what Voldemort�s wand was made out of, she knew. There were a few of them in the forest, but this one was quite peculiar. Flowers of the deepest red bloomed out of it, marking it like no other tree.
She imagined those red flowers spread out on a soft white mattress where Malfoy was also laying, naked, beckoning for her.
Sighing to herself, she shook such thoughts out of her head. She wasn�t sure how much more of this she could take. They had to find a way out, and fast.

Draco�s mind was on a similar path as Hermione�s, unbeknownst to his companion. He�d tried everything he could think of to get rid of them. He�d listed off every single Quidditch player he knew, and their various trophies and awards. When that didn�t work he tried naming all of the professors in Hogwarts in alphabetical order.
It didn�t matter what he thought about, though; it somehow always led him back to her.

Finally he decided to give up and just accept his new, fucked up, fascination.
He was in a particularly good fantasy where Granger was spread eagle on a beach when she stopped suddenly in front of him, causing him to halt as well.
He was close, so close. The urge to touch her welled up inside of him, leaving him breathless from the effort to stay still.
He couldn�t hold back though and, slowly, he lifted his hand and gently brushed his fingers over her chocolate curls. A slight groan passed through his lips, not going unnoticed by Hermione, who became still as stone at the sound.
She was petrified. Not just because of what she�d heard, but because of the happy things it did to her female parts.
She turned then, her face pink. Quickly he retracted his hand and Hermione could almost believe that she�d imagined the touch.
Of course she had. There was no way Draco Malfoy felt the same sexual frustration that she did. Not for her anyway.
She figured he was probably only groaning because she stopped.
Shrugging off these thoughts, she tried to come back to her senses. She was tired and aroused beyond belief. She needed a break.
�I want to stop and take a breather.�
He simply nodded at her and moved away as quickly as possible, placing himself at a nearby tree. Hermione followed in suite, choosing one only meters from his spot.
Hermione noticed then that it was getting dark. She was sure neither wanted to travel at night again, after what happened last time.
�Look Malfoy,� She said, gazing up at the darkening sky through the cracks in the trees. The stars were particularly bright, making her pause a moment before turning her focus back to Draco. �We have two options here. We can either get up and try to find our way out before the sun completely sets on us, or we can set up camp while we still have light to do so. I don�t think continuing on in the dark is such a good idea.�
Draco started to panic slightly, his brows knitting in annoyance. He couldn�t be around her anymore. Just couldn�t! But he didn�t want to get stuck wandering at dark again either. It was a tough call but in the end he decided that he had to get away from her as fast as possible.
�We should just get out, now.� He demanded, standing from his perch. �I don�t want to be around your ugly face anymore. Come on, Granger, don�t be such a coward.�
Then he was on the move again, and Hermione scrambled up to follow him.
She was disappointed with his decision to keep going but didn�t voice her opinion, choosing instead to follow quietly. They did not need more arguing and she was willing to let him take the lead for a while.
They weren�t sure how much longer they walked but before they knew it, night had settled over the area and they were surrounded by blackness.
Eerie noises came out of the trees, scaring the both of them. Draco attempted to block them out, and succeeded when he imagined all of the lovely sounds he wanted Granger to make, instead.
He was sick.
They�d been walking all day and Hermione couldn�t figure out why they weren�t getting any nearer. Finally, she stopped, again, and turned to Malfoy.
�We have to stop and make camp.� She said it very reluctantly, Draco noticed. He assumed it was the howling off in the distance that had her frightened. Tentatively, he nodded.
�Yeah. We can set up defensive wards.�
They decided the little clearing they were at was good enough. Neither wanted to even considered sleeping together. Draco made a horrible comment about how disgusting it would be, but really, he was so turned on that if she was laying beside him, he wasn�t sure if he would be able to resist. Not that he�d tell her that.
Both went to nearby bushes and transfigured them into tents for the night. It wasn�t much, but it was shelter.
Hermione began placing the wards around the area after she was finished with her shelter, and when that was done, they both cast cleaning and warming spells on themselves and then went to bed, without a word to each other.
Neither were able to sleep.
Draco stared down at the tent in his pants, angry at himself for lack of control. He refused to jerk off, appalled at these feelings for her.
Hermione was in no better luck. She tossed and turned in her little makeshift tent, wishing she had a sleeping drought on her.

An hour passed and Draco still lay awake, on his back, his hands shoved behind his head. If he was honest with himself, it was to keep them away from his nether regions.
He�d grown used to the sounds of the forest around him and soon they became just a dull noise in the background. But something else broke through, like a knife cutting sharply through the stillness of the air.
It sounded like� a moan.

Sitting up a little he strained to hear it again.
The soft, delicate sound reached his eardrums and his body shuddered in response.
That was Granger. Making very delectable little noises.
He couldn�t believe it. Was she doing what he thought she was doing?
Without even thinking he grabbed his wand and secretly cast a spell to magnify the sound so that he could hear it better.
Virginal Granger was masturbating.
He briefly debated going over there and interrupting but knew that she�d stop and he wouldn�t be able to hear them at all.
And besides, he could use it to his advantage.
His resolve melted away in an instant and he quickly struggled to get his pants open.
His erection sprang free and in one swift movement his hand was wrapped around the length. He didn�t drag it out, didn�t savor the pleasure. He moved his hand up and down, his speed increasing with each new moan he heard. Eventually, they mingled with his own as he realized that she was close.
So was he.
With another few tugs he came, squirting hot semen all over his stomach.
Taking a few deep breaths to calm down, he heard Granger�s noises die as well.
It disappointed him slightly. He knew that shortly his erection would be back, and this time, there would be no moans to cure it.
It was going to be a long night, he knew.

Hermione awoke from her troubled sleep, the force of her orgasm shocking her out of it. She�d been having the most passionate dream involving the most intense sexual experience of her life.
Not that she had many to compare it too, but still.
Her body was soaked in a sheen of sweat and her heart pounded wildly against her chest. She could feel the steady throbbing in her abdomen. It eventually stopped and slowly she came back to herself.
Sleeping was going to be a difficult task, she was sure.

AN: Alright, I hoped you all liked it! It was what you were waiting for� sort of, lol. Now, its not over, and I know that we didn�t get much here, but come on guys� lusting after each other? Its going to take a bit of encouragement to get them where we want to get them.
And of course, PLEASE REVIEW. YOU GUYS KEEP ME GOING. YOU ALL ROCK!

Next time: We hear more from Hogwarts and see what the Ministry has planned. Plus, the continuation of lust. Oooh la la! ^_^
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