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Game of Thrones	By : iCarney Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Draco/Hermione Views: 3495 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Title: Game of Thrones

Main Pairing/s: Draco/Hermione, Hermione/Cedric

Full Summary: In a twisted game of cat, mouse and serpent, lives will be threatened, love pushed to the limit and giving in at an all time high. Draco Malfoy has never been one to just give up when he didn't get his way - starting a war with Cedric Diggory over a Muggleborn witch just seemed like a good idea at the time.

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001.

Hooray For Distractions!

2001 July 14^th Astronomy Tower, Hogwarts, Scotland

Two large hands rested on either of her shoulders as she stood atop the Astronomy Tower. The moon was in its full glory, bathing the grounds of Hogwarts in golden light; the tower held so many memories, both good and bad, but she never stopped returning to it every year.

She didn’t revel in the touch like she used to; they were different hands now, stronger and less slender, nails bitten instead of primly manicured. The gold band on the left hand ring finger mirrored her own and the large swell of her stomach housing the baby to the man she had hoped to marry, but didn’t, was heavy and pulling on her back muscles for support.

Cedric Diggory knew his wife still pined for her former lover but he also knew she loved him also. It may not have been as much, but it was enough because he loved her; every inch and every flaw. He would even love the baby that was not his because that’s the kind of man she needed now. She needed strength to help her through her pregnancy and through the rest of her life. Maybe that’s why on that fateful night in the graveyard Merlin spared his life instead of taking it from him. His wife would need someone after... well, after him. But he didn’t know that back then; he knew it now.

“Come on, love,” Cedric said softly, reaching around to press his palm against her belly. “It’s getting cold.”

Hermione Diggory nodded and turned to face him. She felt sick, doing this to him, bringing him here but he was so understanding and so caring; he was the perfect husband and she knew that so many things which Cedric did, her baby’s father would never have been able to live up to. They had discussed it time and time again, always ending in a raucous fight and followed by hot, passionate make-up yet still angry, sex. And she still missed him some nights; still imagined it was him she was waking up next to instead of Cedric and it made her sick to her stomach.

But he understood.

And she loved him for that.

But he wasn’t Draco Malfoy and he never would be.

1998 September 1^st Great Hall, Hogwarts, Scotland

Hermione Granger was smiling brightly, happiness flooding her body and taking control of her senses. She was going to graduate Hogwarts with the honour and privilege as Head Girl; she was going to work for the Ministry and she was going to marry a most decent man. Her life was looking just about perfect and she couldn’t make it any more obvious.

“Stop smiling like that,” Ron grimaced. “It’s unnerving.”

“I can’t help it,” Hermione gushed, looking at the little diamond ring on her finger.

“I can’t believe you’re marrying Cedric Diggory,” Ginny grinned. “You’re so lucky.”

“Oi.” Harry said indignantly.

“When you propose to me, I’ll be singing a different tune.” Ginny said, smoothing her palm down her boyfriends’ thigh; Harry smiled at her with a red flush to his cheeks.

“There goes my appetite.” Ron sighed. And then: “Ooh, chicken drumsticks!”

Hermione laughed so abruptly at his weakness for food that it startled Ron who was beside her, “Stop it!” he grunted, shoveling the chicken into his mouth.

Hermione sighed, her smile still paining her cheeks and looked around the Great Hall. The tables were full of smiling, chattering students and even Slytherin table looked to be in a happier mood than the previous six years. In the centre of the table, directly parallel to Hermione sat the Head Boy, Draco Malfoy. He was looking over at her, holding a gold goblet in his fingertips like some kind of prince. An odd fluttering formed in her belly as he raised his goblet an inch to her in a congratulatory toast; she smiled warmly in return. The year would be good if Malfoy was already playing civil; the fluttering in her stomach however... well, it had to be because of Cedric. Her mind was rolling around her previous and final night with him; it had been beautiful.

1998 August 31^st Diggory Residence, Wiltshire, England

His lips were soft and inviting as they touched against her neck, his hands smoothing down her bare sides. She had a simple black lace set on; she had been saving it for this night for almost a year. Cedric had been so patient in waiting for her to be ready and she was also happy that he would also be giving her his virginity; they were swapping their most treasured gifts after the most romantic night of her life. He had taken her to dinner, a stroll through Hyde Park where he had presented her with the stunning but simple engagement ring she now wore proudly.

His hands paused on her hips and he looked down into her eyes, standing only in his boxers, “Hermione,” he whispered huskily. “I love you.”

She smiled up at him, placing her palm over his heart, “I love you too, Cedric.”

He leaned forward, capturing her lips in another loving kiss, his tongue sliding along her bottom lip. Her lips parted, allowing him entry and he caressed her tongue with his. He laid her down on the bed, each movement slow and memorable as he stroked her belly, her thighs and then around the back of her bra to where, with a skillful twist, he unclasped her bra. A blush crept up her neck as he removed her bra.

“You’re beautiful,” he breathed, dipping his head to take a pebbled nipple between his lips.

Her back arched at the heat from his mouth, his hands moving south to the edge of her lace panties. She was nervous and shaking like a leaf but neither of them could figure out if it was from the pleasure he was giving her or her nerves. She focused on his hands and his heartbeat pressing against her ribs, his erection acknowledged against her thigh. As he moved his hips against her legs for friction, he slowly pulled on her knickers, removing the offending material. She was prepared for the night having Ginny taken her to a salon for all the bits and bobs to e performed. It was both cheaper and less painful at wizarding salons, she found out.

She was wet already, that much even she knew and Cedric told her so. Her mind swivelled back to a book she read which said nine times out of ten, her partner would inform her of how wet she was so she was also prepared for that. In fact, she didn’t even know why she was nervous - she was prepared for everything! She knew about the pain, the possibility of blood and even the prospect of it not even being enjoyable for her at all and the length of time for Cedric to ejaculate would be very short. Of course, Cedric being the gentleman he was knew all of this as well and had gone to great lengths to also make sure it was enjoyable for her.

She moaned euphorically as his thumb applied pressure to her most sensitive nub. His calloused fingers felt amazing against her sex, making her hips buck instinctively. He chuckled hoarsely in her ear as he moved himself down the bed. This was one part she wasn’t a hundred percent sure of; she found it quit unhygienic, regardless of Ginny’s far to vivid details of the pleasure from the act of Harry going down on her. Cedric found her thoughtful gaze and paused, his lips brushing teasingly at her navel.

“What’s the matter?” he asked gently.

Hermione shook her head, “Nothing... nothing, it’s... I was just... nothing.”

Cedric grinned, “You’ll enjoy it, Hermione. Trust me.”

“I do.” she assured him.

He kissed the inside of her thigh and sent her a smile. Bending her knees, he positioned himself between her thighs, trailing delicate, hot kisses from her knee, down her thigh and finally, his mouth covered her tight sex, tongue darting out to tease her clit. She cried out at the sudden jolt of pleasure, his long fingers pressing cautiously at her entrance. She was keening for him to just fuck her right then and there, virginity and hymen be damned. But this felt so, so good she couldn’t think straight!

“Oh, Cedric... wow... oh, don’t stop...” she cried, gripping the duvet they lay on. “Oh my, god... Christ!”

Suddenly, he hummed and pleasure spread throughout her, making every nerve in her body vibrate. She called his name as he inserted one finger, then two. It was a little uncomfortable but he was trying to stretch her out a little it so the intercourse itself would be less painful. Oh, he was so damn perfect! She could definitely look forward to a lifetime of this.

“You’re so tight love,” he said, sucking her clit with his lips and flicking his tongue over the swollen nubbin.

“Cedric!” she cried. “Oh my... I think... Ced...”

His fingers moved inside her faster and with less grace; he ground his own pelvis against a convenient fold in the duvet beneath him, his tongue working erratically and his fingers pumping. Her hips began to buck and meet each thrust of his fingers; when he felt her walls tightening, he slipped a third finger inside her, stretching her far enough to hurt but at the same time bring on her climax like a tsunami of blinding white light behind her eyes. Her body jerked and spasmed as wave after waved of ecstasy crashed over her.

Cedric hummed against her nether lips against, lapping up the juices her body released and removed his fingers. Placing more kisses along her leg, her moved up her body and sucked on her other erect nipple, the tightened fabric of his boxers creating a lovely feeling against her clit as he ground into her.

“Are you ready?” he asked, hovering over her.

“You need to take your boxers off for that I think,” she said wryly. “That’s was wonderful, Cedric, thank you. Not as bad as I thought it would be.”

He leaned down and pressed his lips against hers; she could taste herself on his tongue and felt no mortification at all, only the feeling of need grow in her abdomen. Thinking it over very briefly, she thought that to make the sex last longer, perhaps she could do the same for him. So she broke the kiss and pushed him up; he looked at her in confusion but realised what she was doing when she rolled him onto his back.

“Really?” he asked with flushed cheeks; they’d never done any of this before at all.

She nodded, feeling determined, “Just lie back and relax.”

He exhaled and lifted his hips as she pulled his boxers off; she gasped, “Is that going to fit!”

Cedric laughed, “Yeah, I think so love. Don’t worry.”

“Okay,” she said to herself, taking a deep breath and staring at his rather large and very hard cock. “I can do this...” she muttered.

Cedric smiled and watched her; this was one of the reasons he loved her. Apart from being the amazing witch that she was, she was kind, selfless and a lot of time very determined to satisfy everyone. The small, barely audible pep talks were both amusing and admirable. She was adorable when she was determined to get something right, even if it was something like a hand-job or a blow-job. Her first hand-job had been so hilarious Cedric had ejaculated in a frenzy of screams and laughter. She hadn’t found it funny at all until he got her to see his side of it.

“Here I go.” She said.

He didn’t dare laugh and tell her it wasn’t a suicide mission for the Order of the Phoenix; he just let her go - and he was glad he did. Her hands gripped his twitching cock with the right amount of tightness, her hot, wet mouth taking the head of him into her. A raw, throaty groan escaped him; his balls tightening already as she drew her lips and hand up and down his shaft. Bravely, she took him right to the back of her throat where her gag reflex squeezed at his cock, drawing pre-come into her mouth.

“Fuck... Hermione, love, I’m not going to last if you keep - sweet Merlin!”

She had done it again, quickly realising that that’s what got him off. She did it two more times and used her other hand to fondle his testicles. Her movements quickened and within a couple of minutes, he was shouting her name as his hot, salty semen streamed down her throat. She swallowed the sticky, hot juices with a small grimace. If she had to argue, she tasted better than him even though her own taste was not meant to be for her lips at all.

Hermione sat up, her hand stroking his cock in the last throes of his climax. His muscles were tensed so tightly that he thought he might pull something; Hermione certainly enjoyed knowing she made him feel like this.

“That was fantastic,” he said finally when he had regained his breathing.

She peered at his only half erect cock and wondered how they were going to have sex when he wasn’t hard. An idea came to her and she looked up at him, her left hand fingers finding hers breast while her right slid south. Cedric’s jaw dropped and his cock sprang to life again as he pounced. She laughed as he pulled her beneath him, nudging her legs apart so he could position himself properly.

The mood took on a more serious tone and she exhaled, “I love you.”

“Love you more.” He countered; she never won this war.

Using one hand, he gently guided his cock into her. At first, it was alright and felt lovely until he came to that barrier. Her eyes swelled up with anxious tears.

“Like a band-aid.” She whispered.

Choking on the emotions he saw he was inflicting on her, he simply nodded and thrust deep inside of her, stretching her very wide, very fast. A loud, pained sob escaped from her mouth and tears trickled down into her hairline. He leaned forward, pressing kisses all over her face, her lips, her nose, her eyes - whispering sweet nothings and keeping completely still inside of her.

“It’s alright, it’s alright, the hard part’s over,” he told her between kisses. “I won’t hurt you again, I promise. Open your eyes, love, look at me.”

With a short shudder of a breath, she looked up at him, eyes wet with tears, “Sorry...” she sniffed.

“Don’t be,” he said and grunted in the back of his throat. “I have to move, okay? Ready?”

She nodded hesitantly and he kissed her lovingly, trying to keep her mind occupied and away from the pain he was about cause again. He ever so slowly began to pull out and every limb shook as he did so; he massaged her tongue with his, giving her as much love with his lips as he possibly could.

He gently pushed back inside of her and she was still wet although he had a feeling it might had been blood; he didn’t say anything though and refused to let her try and look like he knew she would.

“I’m going to move a bit faster - look at me.” he instructed. “You’ll get used to it but it takes time.”

“Okay,” she replied weakly.

He nodded his head and began to thrust a little faster. Her face scrunched up several times but after a few minutes of slow thrusting and a few swivel of his hips, her expression was changing into a more pleasured than pained one. He could feel the coil in his abdomen tightening and, taking a chance, he pushed into her as deep as possible and brought his thumb down to touch her. She moaned and pushed her hips up to meet his thrusts; the pain was somewhat gone and now she was just left with discomfort although that too was beginning to fade.

“Bloody hell,” he panted brokenly as he rolled his hips with a slight angle; they hit the right spot because she came to life with a startled cry.

“Oh gods, Cedric!” she shouted, her his slamming up into his.

This wasn’t what he was expecting so he went with it, pumping his cock into her like a jackhammer. Her hips continued to meet each drive and she pressed her head back into the pillow with a cry of pleasure. It wasn’t long before Cedric will to hold on broke in two; he came hard as he called her name, kissing her with a hunger that surprised them both. Hermione knew she wasn’t going to experience another orgasm but knew there would be multiple times later that she would.

When the last of his jerks came to and end, he rested his face in the crook of her neck; she could feel his smile against her flesh and it made her smile too. he whispered his love into her ear before rolling onto his side and reaching for his wand. He muttered a cleaning spell, put his wand back on the nightstand and turned to face Hermione.

“I’m sorry you didn’t... you know.” He confessed, draping his arm over her waist and pulling her into his naked form.

She reached up between them and pushed back his hair that was stuck to his head with sweat, “There will be more time later for that. You already made me... well, you did you part beforehand.”

Cedric inhaled and pressed his lips to hers softly, “Back to school tomorrow.”

“I know... I’m almost sad to have to leave you but I’m thrilled to get back into the library. You know there’s something I wanted to research about...”

Cedric watched as she fell into a long winded and excited ramble about all the books Hogwarts’ library could offer to help her during her research. She told him she wouldn’t find anything on Horcruxes but she just had to look harder for something that mentioned them. She knew he wasn’t too happy about her meddling in the Dark Arts, even if she was only reading about them. He knew they played with your mind, pulled you into a fantasy that dangerous and deadly. He trusted her though and she trusted him not to nark on her about it.

“Snap out of it, woman!” Ron nearly shouted, clicking his fingers in front of Hermione’s face.

She jerked her head back with a light frown, “Sorry, just thinking...” and then she smiled.

Ron made a gagging face; Harry and Ginny were whispering in each other’s ears secretly, obviously trying to plan a rendezvous later on in the evening. Hermione dragged her gaze away from the love struck couple to her unlucky in love red headed friend and over to the staff table. Dinner was just about over and the hall was filling with chatter once more. But it was obvious by the way Dumbledore moved from his seat to the podium, that the student body would be left to ponder over something as they slept in their dorms.

“A few quick words before you retreat to your common rooms, if you don’t mind,” Dumbledore’s voice ended the scattered chatter of the hall and all eyes fell upon him. “As the days draw closer to your final hours here at Hogwarts, they get darker and more dangerous. There is a shadow beyond the horizon that we must all acknowledge for the sake of everyone’s safety. The Head students, Mr Draco Malfoy and Miss Hermione Granger, along with the eight chosen prefects, will be doing patrols every night with highly skilled Aurors sent from the Ministry. This has been put into effect for your safety and the safety of Hogwarts itself.

“Now as you all know, each and every one of you was searched once again upon your arrival here tonight and I believe you deserve to know why.” There was a pregnant pause in which Harry, Ron and Hermione exchanged a glance that said they all knew Dumbledore was about to tell them why. “Once, there was a young man, like you who sat in this very hall, walked this castles’ corridors, slept under its roof and seemed to all the world, a student like any other. His name: Tom Riddle. Today, of course, he is known all over the world by another name.”

The hall erupted softly into gasps and confused looks; some knew who the name belonged to while others did not. Their friends who did know didn’t hesitate to fill in the blanks. For reasons unknown, Hermione felt a pair of eyes on her and she glanced away from Harry’s concentrated gaze on Dumbledore, around the room. Her eyes fell on the Head Boy again to find he was looking at her. He seemed to also be listening to Dumbledore at the same time but thinking something else whilst staring at her like some kind of predator. In her opinion, he looked like an animal ready to eat her. And strangely enough, a thought reared its head in the back of her mind, suggesting she wouldn’t mind that at all.

Thankfully, Dumbledore continued and her attention was snatched up by the wise wizard up the front.

“Which is why, as I stand looking out upon you all tonight, I’m reminded of a sobering fact. Every day, every hour, at this very minute perhaps... dark forces attempt to penetrate this castles’ walls. But in the end, their greatest weapon is you.” Dumbledore swept his gaze over the four tables. “Just something to think about.” He added. “Now off to bed.”

“Well that was cheery, wasn’t it? Something to think about while we’re all tucked up in bed tonight.” Ron grumbled.

“I noticed the Aurors outside the hall,” Hermione said. “I think there’ll be one or two stationed in the Heads’ Tower, just in case.”

“They probably want to keep an eye on Malfoy,” Harry said. “You know, since his father is a known Death Eater.”

Hermione frowned, “I suppose so. Well, I have to go and see McGonagall and Snape. I’ll see you two in class tomorrow - Ron, please be a little more prepared. Slughorn might be the Potions Master again but it doesn’t mean you can slack off and push all of your work onto me. This year, I will not be helping you.”

Ron grumbled something under his breath while Harry and Ginny snickered. Hermione stood up, bid them goodnight and walked down the aisle of the Gryffindor and Hufflepuff tables. Seeing the badgers so friendly towards her, smiling and still giving her warm congratulatory hugs for her engagement to their house hero made her reminiscent about Cedric again.

Luckily, however, there was a person there to deter her from such thoughts.

Author’s Notes:

*Dumbledore's speech I copied word for word from the movie HBP. If you notice stuff like that, it means I'm too lazy to think up my own original stuff :D

So I’m not going to explain how Cedric survived the graveyard, it’s been re-told that many times that I can’t be bothered thinking up a new reason for him to live. But for the sake of it, Wormtail was so traumatized by his situation that casting the Killing Curse had blasted Cedric off his feet, seemingly dead, but just not. It was badly cast and only caused Cedric’s life to be a little be erratic and uncomfortable for a while; lots of hospital stays, the use of a wheelchair until his legs were usable again, every nerve frazzled and all that sort of stuff. So if you want that back story, I might actually do a spin off to this where it’s just Hermione/Cedric related. Aside from all that, I’m not very good at writing smut scenes or sex scenes. I get all bashful and whatnot so I’m sorry if it’s not heated enough for you or if it’s too heated, either way. Okay, I promise all the AN’s won’t be this long, just need to get it out there before I start getting flamed. You may now flame. Oh, and be sure to drop some feedback to me; just click on that little link that says ‘REVIEW’ and you’re set!

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