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Silencio	By : AkashaTheKitty Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Draco/Hermione Views: 40942 -:- Recommendations : 4 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Hermione was walking fast, almost running. She was
late and curfew had set in, but she had been unable to resist going to the
library to look up a minor detail that had been nagging her, and then, as
usual, she had lost track of time. Muttering under her breath, she rushed along
the corridors, doing her best to remember everything she read, word by word.

�Pickled Murtlap
will help resistance to curses, while�� She walked headfirst into a body that seemed to be
appearing out of nowhere.

�Ow! Watch where you�re
going, Malfoy!� she said crossly, while she unsuccessfully tried to walk around
him to be on her way.

�Well, well, well. If it isn�t Potter�s
little sidekick, out on her own. After curfew, I might add.� Draco
Malfoy smirked unpleasantly, his grey eyes filled with malice. �I think I might
have to report that.�

Hermione gave an exasperated and annoyed grunt. �Yeah? And how will you explain being here yourself, then?
Just give it up already; you�re even less scary than usual without your
cronies.�

There was a flash of anger in his eyes, but then he
smirked. �Better to have cronies than to be a sidekick, I should think.
Besides, I�m out on an errand for Professor Snape. What�s your excuse? Out saving the world again?� He laughed, clearly thinking
this to be a great joke.

Hermione rolled her eyes and tried to get past him
again, only to be slammed into a wall by physical force. Incensed, she reached
for her wand, but he smoothly grabbed hold of her wrists and wrenched them
above her head. �Not afraid of me, are you?� he sneered. �If you had any sense
at all, Mudblood, you would be. I don�t need Crabbe or Goyle, I don�t even need
magic, I can easily kill you if I want.�

Hermione stopped struggling for a second to give him a
bored, disgusted look. �Then get it over with or let me go. I don�t have time
for this!� On the last word, she jerked up her knee, only narrowly missing her
target, his precious pure-blooded jewels, as he shifted a leg to protect them.

Malfoy uttered an oath that would surely have made his
mother scrub out his mouth with soap, and, shifting both her wrists into one
hand, he flung open the nearest door and almost threw her inside, sending her
stumbling for half the length of the room. Before she could gain her footing,
he had pulled out his wand and said �Accio wand!�
taking her only means of defense.

Despite her earlier swagger, Hermione was rapidly
becoming nervous. But he wouldn�t actually hurt her, would he? He�d abuse her
verbally for sure, even push her about a bit, but he wouldn�t use an
Unforgiveable Curse right here at Hogwarts� right?

Draco laughed, seeing her unease. �Not so cocky now,
are you, Mudblood?� he said with his usual sneer and slowly began walking
towards her, clearly savoring his advantage.

Hermione looked about her for some means of protecting
herself or bringing him off-balance, but nothing was readily available. They
were in what appeared to an old classroom with bolted down tables and benches.
It would have been completely dark if not for the moonlight streaming in
through the large windows occupying the one wall. Swiftly, she ran a few steps,
putting a table between them, resulting in Draco laughing even harder.

�Oh yes, that�s right, Mugglespawn,�
he said sweetly. �That low wooden table will surely repel any curses I might
throw at you. Good thinking!�

Hermione felt her face heat up. She knew, of course,
that the table wouldn�t help against any curses; she just didn�t want to be
within physical distance of him. The way he had so easily overpowered and
disarmed her was making her belatedly cautious. She silently sent up a prayer
that Harry or Ron would be coming looking for her, but knew that they wouldn�t.
They would assume, correctly, that she had lost track of time, and they would
probably go to bed before looking for her. She considered screaming instead and
upon deeming that a good idea, she opened her mouth to do so.

�Silencio!� Malfoy immediately said, rendering her literally
speechless. �Now, why didn�t I do that right away? It�s so much nicer when I
don�t have to listen to your whiny little voice. You�re not so smart as
everyone thinks you are, are you? If you were, you wouldn�t be here alone with
me, silenced and without a wand.� He laughed again.

Hermione made a dash around the room towards the door,
just to hear him say �Colloportus!� in a fake bored voice. She knew she
had lost for now and she could either continue to run scared, giving him the
satisfaction, or she could make a stand. Turning on her heel, she walked back
towards him and didn�t stop until her body almost touched his. Defiantly, she
looked up into his face, trying to communicate a do your worst, scumbag.

Malfoy pulled back with a disgusted look on his face.
�This isn�t a come on, filth. Keep your distance.� He then proceeded to brush
off his robes as if she was indeed filthy and had left dirty marks on him.

Feeling her face flush again, Hermione narrowed her
eyes. She could hardly think coherently because of the anger rushing through
her. So he didn�t want her to infect him. Everyone knew that parentage was
contagious, she thought sarcastically. Besides, there was nothing wrong with
her heritage. Her parents were good, decent, friendly, loving people, who did
the best they could for her and led a calm, productive existence, whereas his
parents were sociopathic murderers, Death Eaters. If anything, she should be
afraid of him being contagious to her.

Instead, she took another step towards him, smiling
bitterly as he retreated again. And then another step.
He seemed to realize what was going on when his legs bumped against the
teacher�s desk and then he flushed with embarrassment and then anger. Such an
angry boy, she thought, not very placidly herself. She stood her ground and
laughed soundlessly when he rushed against her, pushing her so she went
stumbling a couple of steps back. Next he would be unlocking the door and
running back to his common room, leaving her to go back to bed. He was so
predictable.

She was still laughing when he grabbed her wrist and
flung her against the desk, very possibly bruising her thigh, and forced her
backwards down onto the desk, holding her wrists in the same steely grip from
before.

This wasn�t supposed to be his reaction. Her laugh
replaced by a frown, she struggled against him to no avail, the only result
being that he shifted to keep her legs still with his. �I�m going to have to
shower and burn my clothes now,� he growled. �Might as well make you pay for
it!�

Hermione�s eyes grew big and round. He did not mean to
� no, he wouldn�t do that. He�d just demonstrated how he loathed being near her
and, besides, he�d get kicked out of school and sent to Azkaban. He wouldn�t
risk that, not like this. He was just scaring her. Her heart was pounding hard
and fast and she was feeling a fluttering in her stomach that she attributed to
nervousness. In spite of her own assurances, she started fighting with renewed
strength.

�Stop fighting!� he panted, sounding rather breathless
from restraining her. He wasn�t as strong as she had feared; this gave her
another boost of fighting energy. �I�m not going to�I�m not going to! Why would
I want to? Stop fighting!�

It wasn�t so much that he had asked her to stop as the
way he had said it. It was very much out of character for him to assure her of
anything except her own unworthiness of oxygen. She stopped fighting, her blind
panic abating. He was panting heavily, moonlight accentuating the paleness of
his features. She opened her mouth to ask if he would let her go, but of
course, the Silencing Curse was still in effect. She closed her mouth again and
resigned herself to watching him.

His eyes were closed and he seemed to be forcing his
breath down. It was odd, she hadn�t put up that
hard a fight, she was sure. She was smarter than he,
by far, but he was taller and more athletic. He was probably working out to
impress dull-witted Slytherin girls like Pansy Parkinson. She sniffed loudly,
making her opinion clear on the matter. But, of course, he didn�t know anything
about the matter to begin with, so it was really rather redundant.

At the sound, his eyes flew open, startling her in
their cold, silvery clarity. They looked� different, somehow, from their usual
maliciousness. They looked almost gentle. Hermione�s heart started pounding
again, this time for no apparent reason, and she felt heat creeping up her
throat and into her cheeks again. She opened her mouth to ask him to release
her and his eyes flew to her lips. �Let
me go,� she mouthed. �I won�t tell.�
She really wouldn�t. Somehow, she didn�t want anyone to know.

Slowly, he shook his head. She pushed against him,
trying to shove him off her, using only her body. He shuddered and grabbed her
wrists even firmer. Her hands were going numb and she knew she�d have bruises,
but she didn�t really care. Somehow, she wasn�t scared anymore, either. She
could feel his body against hers, taut and forbidding, yet his heart was
beating fast, his breath was shallow and he wasn�t doing anything but holding
her still.

�You�re hurting
me!� she mouthed, resulting in a slightly puzzled look on his face and a
loosening of his grip, yet he didn�t let her go. He seemed to be debating
something with himself. He had shifted his legs a little again to gain better
footing and even though she still couldn�t kick at him, she could push against
him using a greater part of her torso. Ignoring the little voice inside of her
that urged her to just stay put and see what he would do, she pushed up,
resulting in a sharp intake of breath and a groan from him as her abdomen
connected with his.

Hermione stiffened, unsure what to do. There was no
mistaking that he was aroused; painfully so, from the look of him. He had a
look of confused need that she didn�t know what to make of. Clearly, he was as
taken aback as she was, and he didn�t know what to do. Especially, she
realized, now that she knew. She didn�t fool herself that he hadn�t noticed her
reaction. She ignored the unfamiliar feelings that were rushing through her
body, unwilling to examine them further, but feeling decidedly warm all over.

Finally, Draco seemed to be getting a grip. He leaned
down towards her and in a voice that was hoarse from his struggle, he sneered,
�I hate you!�

Hermione opened her mouth to mouth a reply, just as
his mouth crashed down on hers. Unprepared for the attack, she was also unprepared
for the jolt that went through her, making her whimper soundlessly. She vaguely
noticed that he had let go of her hands, but it didn�t occur to her to get up.
She felt his hands going to her sides and then one hand was cradling her head,
pulling her more forcefully against his mouth.

She felt glorious and she knew she shouldn�t. Harry
and Ron would hate her if they knew. She quickly thrust that thought aside. She
had already sinned, might as well enjoy it before paying the price.

Returning the kiss with an abandon that surprised both
of them and made Draco groan again, Hermione caressed his chest through his
robes with hands that were only just regaining their feeling. He felt firm,
warm, and alive. Not at all like some monster. His heart beat fast and hard
against her hand and he shivered when her hands or her mouth did something he
especially liked. No, he felt very much like a human being. She wanted more.
She felt him slide her robes up her legs until they lay pooled around her waist
and he was nestled between her legs. She moaned soundlessly, enjoying the feel
of him there. Unconsciously, she tugged at his robes.

Draco broke their kiss. �No, don�t,� he panted. �I
can�t control�� With a large rip, Hermione had ended
the discussion as she unwittingly tore the robe down the middle with a fierce
pull. It was nothing that reparo couldn�t fix, though. From the surprise on Draco�s
face, he hadn�t expected her fierceness in going for what she wanted. In fact,
something about the way he eyed her suggested that he had expected nothing but
a slap and a shove for kissing her. And something suggested that perhaps he
might have preferred a slap and a shove to what was probably about to happen.

Hermione hardly noticed, she
was looking at his partly revealed chest and boxers and the evidence that he
found her attractive, in spite of himself. She felt a little embarrassed, yet
couldn�t help herself, and with another of her now trademark blushes, she
reached out to touch the evidence. Draco hissed in a breath and the thing
jerked under her hand, but he held his ground. She hadn�t realized that she was
afraid he�d jump away, before she was relieved that he didn�t. She gathered all
her courage and looked up into his eyes. They were angry and defensive. Daring
her to laugh or ridicule him. She shook her head; she had no intention of doing
so.

�Go, now, Granger,� he bit out. �Before� Before I
decide I want to hurt you anyway.� This was such a lame statement that she just
stared at him in puzzlement. �Hermione�� he pleaded. She tried to recall if he
had ever used her name before. Perhaps even he couldn�t kiss a girl one second
and call her names the next. The thought made her feel� something. She smiled at
him.

�Damn it,� he almost shouted. �Have you no sense? Get
out of here! Alohomora!� He had gripped
his wand again and unlocked the spell-locked door. �Was that what you were
waiting for? Go!� She just looked at him. �What is it you want from me?� he asked,
almost pathetically. �I don�t even like you.�

Hermione shook her head again. No, he didn�t like her
and she didn�t like him, either, yet� She looked down at his arousal again. It
hadn�t abated in the least, and the sight made her heart beat faster and heated
her blood. She was curious and something else. She reached out again and
stroked the length of him, feeling a satisfied shiver as his head shot back and
he closed his eyes on a groan. He wanted to be inside her and, right now, she
wanted to feel him inside of her. She slid down from the desk and as she stood
closely before Draco, she grabbed the hem of her robe and pulled it over her
head.

Slightly shivering with partial cold, partial
anticipation and partial dread that he�d simply walk out, laughing, Hermione
stood in her underwear, unable to look up into his eyes. At least he hadn�t
left yet. He seemed to just stand there, looking at her. Closing her eyes, she
tried to compose herself enough to look up, when suddenly she was being lifted
back up on the table and being ravished by kisses, while Draco struggled
briefly to get rid of the remnants of his robe. Sweet
madness.

This time there was no hesitation in him; it was as if
he was daring her to stop him, to push him away. Nothing could be further from
her mind. He really was a very good kisser, at least as far as she could tell.
He had a way of making her melt using his lips and his tongue... She felt her
bra come loose and thought wryly that it wasn�t the first time he�d tried
opening one of those. Again, an image of Pansy Parkinson followed by a feeling
of resentment entered her mind, but she quickly tamped it down. It wasn�t up to
her to censor what he had done before or would do later. This was in the now.
Besides, it was nice he�d practiced
first. She almost giggled at that thought.

He tossed her bra aside and looked hungrily at her
breasts before bending down to caress one of them with his lips and tongue
while gently fondling and pinching the other with one of his hands. They
weren�t the largest breasts, but they seemed to be met with his approval. She
convulsed beneath him as his tongue touched her nipple just right. He repeated
the motion, wringing a similar response from her again. She was almost glad he
had cursed her or she would have cried out, alerting the whole school to what
was happening. As he switched his attentions, she felt sure that if he kept
this up she was going to have a climax long before it was time. She felt
feverish and restless and she longed to feel him� She rubbed her abdomen
against him and fell back against the desk as she was overcome with sensations.

Draco lifted his head and tugged at her panties. Even
though she knew that that was the next step, she felt a little scared. She
hadn�t done this before and she was about to do it with the one person in the
world, who had least reason or inclination to be gentle with her. For a second,
she hesitated, watching as he ripped her underwear, his hands shaking. No,
there was no going back. She had to know.
Then, without preamble, his finger entered her most private place. She was
moist enough to make it a very easy penetration. She convulsed so violently
then that she banged her head on the table, adding stars to the fireworks she
was seeing. It felt like nothing she had ever felt before, she panted
violently, thrashing, silently begging for more.

Slowly, he started moving his finger, adding another
one, and it did nothing to still her need. She wanted more, more, so much more. She was vaguely aware of the haunted look on
his face and the concentration with which he regarded her. Wordlessly, she
tried to plead with him; �Please,� but
he didn�t stop fingering her, and even though he seemed to have to soothe
himself every once in a while through the fabric of his boxers, he did not release
it and enter her. No matter how much she wished he would. His jaw clenched and with
sweat beading on his forehead, he was simply watching her in silence.

She knew she couldn�t hold back much longer. He seemed
to know where to touch her, and she was sobbing with unrelieved need. He wasn�t
going to take her, she just knew it. He�d finger her and then go sleep with
Pansy instead. The resentment inside of her grew. She wished she hadn�t started
this, but she had. It made it a much better revenge for him. �I hate you!� she mouthed, tears of
frustration on her cheeks. He simply nodded and continued, unrelenting.

In the end, her fight was futile. When he caressed her
clit with his thumb, one, two, three times, there was nothing she could do, and
with a silent scream, she let wave after wave of pleasure wash over her, until
she was left a quivering, sated blob. As she regained some awareness of what
was going on around her, she saw that Malfoy was a lot paler than he had been
before; he was slick with sweat even though he had hardly been exercising
himself, and he was shivering violently in echo to her body�s muted
aftershocks.

The idea that he was so affected,
satisfied her immensely. He didn�t look like he�d last long enough to make it
to the hall, let alone the Slytherin common room. He made no move to move away
from her, either; rather, he braced himself on either side of her and bent down
to kiss her again. Surprised, she didn�t know whether to react favorably or to
punish him by being passive, but soon enough he coaxed a response from her and
her body slowly awoke again.

Malfoy broke the kiss and swallowed hard. �I assume
you are a virgin,� he whispered almost inaudibly. �It�it hurts for girls. You
are more relaxed now. I can�t wait any longer.� Hermione realized that he had
removed his boxers and they were now both naked and he was nestled against her
curls. He wasn�t going to leave her wanting. Why hadn�t he simply reassured her
before? She opened her mouth to ask, but then gasped as he was pushing against
her, and she felt the unfamiliar pressure of him stretching her. He part
groaned, part growled, as he slowly inched forward.

Hermione wiggled a little, trying to get accustomed to
the feeling, but he stayed her hips. �You�re so tight,� he bit out. �You�re
going to make me come.� The very idea made Hermione feel like a warm, exciting
tide was washing over her. She wiggled a little again, and he stayed her again,
this time harder. �Stop it or I�ll hurt you!� he growled. It wasn�t a threat,
he was just barely staying in control, and if she teased him anymore, she
sensed, he would lose this control and simply strive for his own pleasure.
Suddenly, he bent and bit her neck hard, and as she shoved at him and opened
her mouth to silently object to the way he was treating her, he surged forward,
breaking through her maidenhead.

The pain was blinding, and again she shoved at him,
not thinking this pleasant anymore, at all. She just wanted to get away. Get
back to her warm, safe bed. Why anyone enjoyed this bit was beyond her, and she
was sorry that she had wanted it. �Get
off! You�re hurting me!� she mouthed.

�I know,� he moaned. �Relax, you�re making it worse.�

She was making it worse? She wasn�t the one poking holes
in others with her rigid flesh. �Get
off!�

He slowly shook his head. �I can�t.� He took a deep
breath. �Try and relax, it�ll be over soon.�

The pain was
a great deal less than it was before, but it was still uncomfortable, she tried
flexing some of the sore muscles. It was definitely getting better. �I hate you,� she mouthed sullenly.

It was doubtful he even noticed her latest admission
of hate, as he now had his eyes closed and his lips were moving as if reciting something.
Hermione strained to hear what he said, but the only thing that she thought she
could hear was �Finbar Quigley,� who was, if she
remembered correctly, some Quidditch player or other. Why would he be thinking
about Quidditch now?

Still muttering under his breath, he gently withdrew a
little, just to push back in, eliciting a groan from himself. Hermione found
that, this time, it didn�t hurt at all. She was still a little sore, but it
didn�t bother her the same way anymore, even though she was still uncomfortably
stretched. He repeated the movement a few more times, the movements of his lips
growing more and more frantic as he groaned and shuddered with each thrust.
Hermione also found with each thrust that she seemed to mind less and less,
until she was once again thrashing against him, needing release. He moved
faster, harder, his control slipping, his need for his own release growing, but
she now met him thrust for thrust until again, she felt the tides of her
release sweeping her away. Relentlessly, he continued, making her come mere
seconds later; again, and again, and again. Within what was probably no more
than a few minutes, she felt that she had been climaxing on and off for hours,
and she was convinced that she couldn�t handle anymore.

With one final thrust, he surged into her, his cry
sharply penetrating the silence around them as she felt him pulsate inside her,
making her tremble in response. He collapsed on top of her, shivers going
through him every few seconds for several minutes.

Hermione felt herself drifting off from sheer
exhaustion.

A few minutes later, she awoke with the sharp
realization of what she had just done. She had just slept with Draco Malfoy,
her best friend�s arch nemesis. Malfoy would be able to use this in so many
ways; call her a slut, provoke Harry and Ron to attack him, get both her
friends expelled. And her reputation would be ruined; she would be forced to
leave Hogwarts as well or endure everyone�s ridicule. Not to mention that Harry
and Ron would never speak to her again.

She had failed them all and Draco Malfoy had won.

Her sudden movement seemed to jerk Malfoy awake, as he
had been dozing as well. He took one look at her stricken face and jumped back
with an oath, a look of resentment on his face not veiled in the least. Her
legs shaking, Hermione slid down from the table and began dressing herself,
noticing her ruined panties and the mixed fluids on her thighs with a pang of
guilt. Behind her, she heard a sharp �Reparo!� as Malfoy
repaired his robe. The robe that she had ripped in her wanton need for him to undress. She
closed her eyes and covered her face with her hands. What could she possibly
have been thinking? She was not smart. She was stupid. She doubted that there
had ever been born a wizard or a muggle more stupid than she had been tonight.

She ventured a look over at Draco. He was now fully
dressed and still wore his look of resentment, only now, it was more pronounced
and there was an added element of distaste. Any hope she had had of pleading
with him disappeared. No, it would be better to pretend she didn�t care.
Perhaps if she woke up Harry and Ron and explained, they could be prepared for
the attacks from him. Perhaps nobody would believe him. Well, except the
Slytherins, but they didn�t matter anyway.

Her robes in order, she made to leave the room and got
as far as the door � the unlocked door � before he caught up with her and
slammed her into the wall with unnecessary force. �NOBODY hears about this, do you hear?� he whispered ferociously,
his face now livid with hatred and fury. �I don�t want anybody to think that I, Draco Malfoy, would even consider
touching a filthy Mudblood, like you!�
He thrust her forgotten wand into her hand, slammed the door open and marched
out. As an afterthought, he pointed his wand at her mumbling �Sonorus!� lifting her Silencing Curse, before
stomping off.

She stood there, looking after him, with a curious mix
of relief and hurt clogging up her throat.
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