If I'm Gonna Be Bad

(A/N: This was a concept I decided to experiment with a bit. I did something similar in another lemon story that did really well, so I decided to try an alternate take on the idea to see how it went, and that's where I got the idea for this. While the story this idea originated from was a non-con story, this one is more of a dub-con, sort of. Or an unknown dub-con, I guess. If you read the summary for the story, you know what to expect. Let's just see how it goes, and you can tell me at the end. I'm not too happy with the title, but it works for what it is.)

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"IF I'M GONNA BE BAD"

Draco Malfoy was beginning to get desperate. When Lord Voldemort gave you a job to do, you did it, no questions asked. To defy him meant one thing and one thing only, and that was death. Hopefully a quick one. And it was beginning to look like that might be Draco’s fate.

He had been so sure he could do it, so confident. When he had been recruited into the Death Eaters and received the Dark Mark on his arm, he had been so proud, so arrogant. But the reality of the situation hadn’t really hit him yet. However, over time, it had slowly begun to sink in, and it slowly registered to him, not just how deep in all this he was, but also how serious it was.

His mission, assigned to him by the Dark Lord himself, was to kill Albus Dumbledore. After Harry Potter, the ancient wizard was Voldemort’s greatest adversary, the one man he was rumored to have feared, or so people said. At the very least, he had been a thorn in the Dark Lord’s side ever since his initial rise to power. So of course he would want to get rid of the old Hogwarts headmaster.

For some reason though, Voldemort was having some real trouble doing that, as were his followers. Dumbledore was not only powerful, but annoyingly clever, with a lot of tricks up his sleeves. And seeing as he basically lived at Hogwarts, arguably the most magically protected place in the entire world, it was rather difficult for even the Dark Lord to get to him, especially with how busy he was with world conquest. As such, he had tasked Draco with the job of eliminating the old man after he had been inducted into the Death Eaters.

It made sense. After all, Draco attended Hogwarts. He would be able to get closer to Dumbledore than any of the Dark Lord’s followers. And with him being a student, the old fool would never suspect him of foul play. He would put an end to the headmaster, redeem his family’s name in Voldemort’s eyes, and be celebrated for having gotten rid of, arguably, the biggest nuisance to the Dark Lord.

At least that had been plan. But killing Dumbledore was proving to be much more difficult than Draco had thought. He’d tried several tactics to get rid of the old man. He’d tried passing him a cursed necklace by using Imperio on one of the Gryffindor Quidditch players, Katie something, and having her bring it to the headmaster. One touch should have killed him, but the stupid girl had touched it herself when arguing with her friend while trying to bring it to him. And while she had been extremely lucky to not die, she had ended up in the Hospital Wing for a very long time.

He’d tried poisoning him, slipping a deadly poison into a drink the Potion’s professor, Slughorn, had been planning to give to Dumbledore as a gift. But, somehow, stupid Weasley had ended up drinking it instead. Draco still had no idea how that had happened, but Potter had been present and had managed to save the redhead by shoving a bezoar down his throat. Somehow, Dumbledore’s golden boy had become a potion wiz since last year; probably special treatment from Slughorn.

He’d been trying to repair the old Vanishing Cabinet that had been broken some years back. It had a twin located in Diagon Alley, with which he would be able to use to create a bridge between the two to sneak Death Eaters into the school, and they would then be able to force their way into Dumbledore’s office so Draco could eliminate him. However, repairs to it were slow and not going well. And, truthfully, Draco didn’t actually want to let Death Eaters into Hogwarts. He had friends here, and he knew that there were Death Eaters who wouldn’t hesitate to kill anyone in their path, and he didn’t want to put his friends in danger like that. So the Vanishing Cabinet was a last resort, if he ever managed to fix it that is.

He’d tried a few other smaller scale plans too, but those had fallen through for him as well. Dumbledore was still alive, and to make matters worse, Voldemort was getting impatient with Draco’s lack of success. What more, he’d made it abundantly clear that if he failed to carry out this mission that he would be killed in Dumbledore’s place.

And Draco was running out of time. He didn’t know how much longer Voldemort’s patience would last. At most, he knew he had until the end of the school year, which now seemed far too close. But most unsettling was that there was actually talk that this whole mission was actually a farce, that Voldemort had given Draco this job expecting for him to fail just so he could punish his parents by killing their son under false pretenses for their own failures. But on the off chance that Draco was successful in getting rid of Dumbledore, then all the better.

Of course, Draco hadn’t believed that, not at first anyway. But now it seemed more and more like that might be the case with as difficult as killing Dumbledore was proving to be. But whether that was true or not, one thing was for sure, Draco was running out of time. If he didn’t finish off the old headmaster soon, then he would very likely be staring down the Dark Lord’s Avada Kedavra. And so, the pride and confidence that he had felt at the beginning of the school year was gradually giving way to crippling fear.

Truth be told, the whole thing was actually rather… humbling for Draco. All these attempts to kill Dumbledore, all these accidental near killings of bystanders, not to mention his own potential death hanging over him, had served to open Draco’s eyes to the reality of what he was trying to do.

For all the good it did. It didn’t matter what kind of epiphany he had, he still had to complete the mission or end up dead himself. And if it came down to him or Dumbledore, then it was going to be him. The old fool was over 100 years old; his time had passed while Draco still had his whole future ahead of him. He could still do this, he could kill the old man, redeem his family in Voldemort’s eyes, gain the recognition he deserved, and help the Dark Lord take over the world, putting pure-bloods at the top where they belonged and mudbloods and muggles at the bottom where they deserved to be. Yes, once he killed Dumbledore, then everything would be ok.

But how to pull it off was the question. He was still working on the Vanishing Cabinet, but in case he failed to repair it, he needed another plan, hopefully one Potter and his friends wouldn’t screw up this time. Seriously, how had Weasley ended up drinking the poison intended for Dumbledore?

That’s when he’d gotten the idea. While doing a bit of snooping around the school to try and figure out alternative ways to take out Dumbledore, he’d found out that Potter was apparently having secret lessons with the headmaster. What those lessons were and what they were for, Draco didn’t know or care, but it made him realize that maybe he could use this to his advantage somehow. Perhaps if he searched Gryffindor Tower, he could find something that would help him with his mission, or maybe give him an idea of something he could try; maybe find another way to slip something deadly to Dumbledore.

Of course, with him being a Slytherin, that was going to be a bit of a problem. But there were ways around that, First, he needed to find out the location of Gryffindor Tower and get the password to enter it. For that, he’d targeted Longbottom. With the use of the Imperius Curse, he’d managed to extract both from him. Unlike something known only to a Secret Keeper, ordering Longbottom to tell him the location and password had been well within the curse’s power. And a follow-up with a Memory Charm had erased the entire encounter from the poor excuse of a blood-traitor’s memory.

Next had been a disguise; he couldn’t afford to be caught as a Slytherin in Gryffindor Tower. For that, he’d turned to Weasley. It had been easy plucking a few of his hairs while he’d been unconscious in the Hospital Wing from the poisoning to use in a Polyjuice Potion. Again though, how the hell had he ended up drinking the poison meant for Dumbledore?

Of course, he could have always just gotten a few of Longbottom’s hairs when he’d Imperiused him, and when the time came just stun and Obliviate him, then stuff him in a closet or something while he impersonated him, but he’d already taken Weasley’s hairs at that point. And besides, this was a safer option than risking Longbottom waking up or someone discovering him. Besides, the useless idiot might have questions as to how he ended up unconscious inside a closet.

So he’d waited for the right opportunity. And it came in the form of the Gryffindor team having Quidditch practice, for which Weasley was the Keeper for. That would have him out of the castle and out of the way while he, disguised as the redhead, would be able to search Gryffindor Tower for anything he could use for his mission.

Naturally, Weasley had woken up and been released from the Hospital Wing at this point. It was the weekend, meaning there were no classes. And with the Gryffindor team having booked the Quidditch field for the day, it would mean he wouldn’t need to worry about running into the broke blood-traitor while he was in the castle or risk the two of them being seen together. And if anyone asked why he wasn’t with the rest of the team, he could just make up some excuse. Hopefully though, he wouldn’t run into anyone in the Tower. Who would want to be cooped up in there all day anyway?

Keeping an eye out, he watched as Weasley and the rest of Gryffindor team headed out to the Quidditch field, where they would be spending the next few hours practicing; probably the whole day since the championship was coming up soon. And once they were out of the castle, he immediately made his way up to Gryffindor Tower, slipping into a closet when he was almost there. And once he was inside, he reached into his pocket and pulled out the flask of Polyjuice Potion, gulping down its contents. He resisted the urge to gag at its foul taste, then washed his mouth out with Aguamenti before sitting back to wait for the potion to take effect.

It didn’t take long, and he soon felt his skin, bones, and muscles beginning to twist and reshape themselves as his appearance changed to that of Weasley, with even the Dark Mark on his arm fading away. And after he felt the transformation come to an end, a quick Transfiguration of his clothes had them looking just like Weasley’s Quidditch uniform. And with that, he now had the perfect disguise as Ronald Weasley. How very unappealing.

At least it was only for an hour, that’s how long the potion lasted. That’s how long he had to snoop around Gryffindor Tower before he turned back into himself; unless he took another swig of Polyjuice Potion. He didn’t think it would take that long though, but he had a watch on to check the time just in case, and enough potion in his flask for a second hour if he needed it. And with his disguise ready and his deadline set, he crept out of the closet and continued on his way to Gryffindor Tower.

When he got to the portrait of the Fat Lady, his heart started beating nervously as he gave her the password. In hindsight, he probably shouldn’t have relied on someone as incompetent as Longbottom to get the right information from; with his luck, the stupid oaf may have been relying on his fellow Gryffindors after having forgotten what the current password actually was and gave him the wrong one. But no, it seemed that this time Longbottom was right, as the portrait swung open, granting him access.

He stepped inside, his eyes darting around the common room, and he was pleased to see that it was empty. He couldn’t help but note the differences between it and the Slytherin common room, and reluctantly admitted that the accommodations weren’t that bad. But that wasn’t important right now. He had to check out the dorms, find out which sleeping area was Potter’s, and see if he could find anything useful that he could use for his mission.

But which way was that? He hoped he didn’t accidentally end up walking into the girl’s dorm. Apparently, there was a precautionary alarm system built in that activated if any boys tried to enter the girl’s dorm that would set off a warning sound and the boy in question would be cast out. At least that’s what it was like in the Slytherin dorms, so it was safe to assume that the same was true for Gryffindor. And though there didn’t appear to be anyone in the Tower, he didn’t want to leave any indication that he had been here, disguised or not.

But first he decided to look around the common room itself. It was unlikely that he would find anything useful there, but it couldn’t hurt to take a look. And so he began searching.

But about two minutes into his search, he suddenly froze as he heard a familiar voice ask, “Ron?”

Feeling his stomach twist nervously, he slowly turned to find none other than Hermione Granger standing at the bottom of a staircase, which he assumed led to the girl’s dormitory, meaning the other one led to the boy’s. At least he knew which one to take now. But still, he hadn’t counted on running into Granger of all people. With her and Weasley being Potter’s best friends, they would know each other very well. He would have to act his butt off to not raise any suspicions.

“Oh, hey, Gran–Hermione,” he said, already almost slipping up with how he addressed her. “Um, what are you doing here?”

She held up a book he just realized she was carrying. “I need to return this to the library. Then I’m going to look around to see if they have anything on horcruxes.”

On hor–what? Draco had never heard the term before. Probably some useless bit of magic she stumbled across in a book that she couldn’t resist learning every little thing about like the teacher’s pet that she was, the suck-up.

She cocked her head to the side, giving him a curious look. “What about you? I thought you had Quidditch practice all day.”

Draco wanted to swear. Of course it would be Little-Miss-Bookworm of all people who found him that he now had to get off his back. Merlin, the mudblood was just as infuriating as ever. “Yeah, I’m going to head down a little later. I just… forgot something in my dorm and came back.”

With that, he headed over to the other staircase without so much as a backwards glance at her. He hoped he’d played it cool enough and was able to copy Weasley’s mannerisms enough to not make her suspicious of anything. He didn’t want to say too much to her in case she said something to the real Weasley later that he ended up contradicting. But then again, Weasley was a moron, who knew what he would say or do.

Regardless, he made his way up to the boy’s dormitory and took a look around. The layout was similar to the Slytherin dormitory, only with Gryffindor colors and décor. He wondered which bed was Potter’s though. Should he just start snooping through everyone’s things until he came across something that belonged to the four-eyed scar-head?

He contemplated this for a few moments as he looked at each of the beds. With a quick glance at his watch, he saw that he still had fifty-four minutes before the Polyjuice Potion wore off. Plenty of time to search. But first, he headed over to the window and took a look outside. He could just make out the Quidditch pitch from here, and he saw the small dots that were the Gryffindor team flying around. They wouldn’t be back for a few hours at least, and he’d be gone long before then, so there was nothing to worry about there.

“Did you find it?”

Draco nearly jumped out of his skin as Granger’s voice startled him, and he spun around to find her casually walking over to him. Did she make it a habit of sneaking up on people or something?

But then it registered to him that she had asked a question. “Sorry, what?”

She cocked her head to the side. “What you forgot. Did you find it?”

He blinked, then remembered what he had said in the common room. “Oh, um, yeah, I got it.” He nodded at the window “Just checking on the team. Looks like they started practice already.”

Granger came over and stood next to him, staring out the window as well. “Looks like Harry has someone filling in for Keeper until you get back.”

No, she was most likely seeing the real Weasley, who, he reluctantly admitted, was a better Keeper than he’d thought the blood-traitor would be. Though he had nothing on his little sister, who was an even better Quidditch player than her idiot brother. Still, Draco played it off casually with a shrug.

“It’s important to practice different positions in case something happens where they need to substitute or switch things around,” he explained dismissively, hoping that sounded like something Weasley would say.

Granger made a thoughtful sound. “I might come down and watch for a bit later after I finish in the library, if you guys are still practicing.”

“Well, Pott–Harry booked the field for the whole day, so they, I mean, we probably will be.”

He hoped this would be enough to get Granger off his back and have her heading to the library to research those hor–whatevers so he could get back to searching, even if it didn’t look like there would be anything useful in here. But instead, she looked up at him with a strange smile on her face and a mischievous glint in her eye.

“In that case,” she said, turning to him fully, “I don’t suppose they would miss you if you were gone for a little longer, would they?”

Considering the real Weasley was with them, no, they wouldn’t. He wasn’t sure what she was getting at, but with the way she was looking at him and the step she took towards him had him reflexively taking a step back.

“I… suppose not…” he said uncertainly, not sure if that was the right thing to say or not.

Her smile widened and she took another step closer, bringing her hands up to run them over his shirt. “Then I guess it’ll be ok if you and I spend some time alone together. We are the only ones here right now.”

His eyes widened as he suddenly realized what this was, and he was completely caught off guard. “I thought… you had to go to the library.”

Her hands then went from sliding over his shirt to gripping it. “The library isn’t going anywhere.”

She then closed the distance and kissed him. Draco’s eyes widened even further at the feel of her soft lips against his. He was so shocked that he was unresponsive as he tried to wrap his mind around the fact that Hermione Granger was kissing him.

No, she was kissing Ron Weasley. Or at least she thought she was. This was not something he had anticipated. Since when were the mudblood and the blood-traitor on lip-locking terms? And from the way she was kissing him, this wasn’t the first time either. But wasn’t Weasley dating that one annoying girl that was always snogging him? What was her name again? She was named after a color. Violet? No, that was too short. Lavender, that was it. Lavender… something, another color. Who the hell named their kid in such a way so that their first and last names were two different colors?

Had they broken up? Draco didn’t know; he wasn’t really paying attention to Weasley’s love life, and really only knew about her at all because of the way she was constantly snogging him in public and obnoxiously declaring her love for him. He did know they were having problems though; pretty much because the whole school knew with how loud Weasley’s harlot was about everything, so maybe they had recently split up.

But when did this start happening between Weasley and Granger? Everyone knew the mudblood was practically in love with him, for some reason, but as far as Draco knew, they weren’t dating or anything. Maybe they hadn’t become a couple and had just secretly become fuck buddies instead; friends with benefits was a thing after all. They could have just been keeping it a secret from Potter so as not to make things weird around the three of them since they were such a tight group of friends. But whatever the case was between the two, it looked like Granger was feeling rather frisky right now and was making a move on him, thinking he really was Weasley.

Well, shit. What was he going to do about that? Here he was, Draco Malfoy, disguised as Weasley, and Granger was full-on snogging him. Or at least she was trying to, Currently, he was still unresponsive, still too stunned and baffled to do anything. And it didn’t take her long to realize that he wasn’t kissing her back.

Pulling away, she gave him a confused look. “What’s wrong? Why are you acting like we haven’t done this before?”

So they were secret fuck buddies, if not a secret couple, though he doubted things were that serious, otherwise others would know. Had Weasley actually been cheating on his girlfriend with Granger? No, he wouldn’t have the balls for that. And as lowly as he thought of Granger, he could tell that she wasn’t the type of person to interfere in another person’s relationship. At the very least, she had too much pride to settle for being someone’s side-piece.

But none of that mattered now. He had to find a way to ditch Granger without her later asking the real Weasley why he had turned her down. “It’s just… well… I have to get to practice.”

It was a lame excuse, but it was the only one he could come up with. Seriously though, who would choose Quidditch practice over sex, or at least a snogging session? He wasn’t sure how far Weasley and Granger took things in their private times, but no guy would choose practicing a game over snogging or sex. But based on the way she was now smiling at him, it didn’t look like she was going to accept what he had said as an excuse.

“You have all day to practice,” she told him, looking amused. “You can be a little late. If Harry asks, just tell him you had trouble finding whatever you were looking for, or that you got held up somehow.”

Well, that hadn’t worked. He pushed a little harder. “Tempting, but I don’t want to let the team down.”

Reaching up, she hooked her arms around his neck. “You won’t be. Like I said, you’ll still have all day to practice. Now shut up and kiss me.”

His eyes darted to the window, over to where the Gryffindor team, including the real Weasley, were in the middle of practice. “I should really–”

“Ronald Bilius Weasley, stop talking and kiss me right now!” she demanded.

And then, before he could say anything more, she pressed her lips to his again. Only this time it was much more demanding and forceful, a way of taking charge. And with absolutely no other idea of what to do, he began to kiss her back.

This was not something he had expected might happen when planning this whole infiltration stunt. At most, he’d thought he might need to hold a small conversation with one of Weasley’s fellow Gryffindors. Having Granger start snogging him though, yeah, that was something he never anticipated.

But, damn, Granger really knew how to kiss. And while kissing a mudblood should have been repulsive to him, he instead found this to be rather hot. Something about how dirty it was, how naughty, he found it to be really arousing, like something forbidden, an erotic taboo. He found his hands settling on Granger’s hips as their lips moved together as she continued to hold onto him. And as they snogged, her lips parted and he felt the tip of her tongue graze his own lips.

Almost reflexively, he opened his mouth to her, slipping out his own tongue to lick at her lips. She opened up to him further, and the next thing he knew, his tongue was invading her mouth, deepening the kiss. She whimpered against his lips as her tongue engaged with his, her hands tangling in his hair to pull him closer. He found himself gripping her hips tighter and pulling her in closer as well. And as they made-out, his body began to respond.

He grew hard in his pants, developing a sizeable bulge. And with as close as Granger was, there was no way she didn’t feel it. She only pressed herself closer to him though, attempting to rub up against his growing hardness. He just continued to kiss her because, what else was he supposed to do? Push her away? Take off running? Yeah, that wouldn’t look suspicious, that certainly wouldn’t have her bring this moment up with Weasley later, which wouldn’t raise an alarm when the blood-traitor informed her that he had been out practicing while at the same time he had supposedly been turning down her advances. But if he continued, then this would just be another steamy session between her and Weasley, nothing out of the ordinary. And so, he continued to snog her, beginning to get rather into things.

They kissed for a short period until Granger eventually broke the kiss, her breathing now ragged. He was surprised to find that he was rather breathless as well. And then she looked up at him with a big grin and a dreamy look on her face.

“You’ve gotten better,” she told him, sounding pleased.

He was a better kisser than Weasley confirmed. Although, that was to be expected, especially since the extent of Weasley’s kissing, aside from probably practicing with his pillow, was sucking face with that Lavender girl, which, from what he had seen of their public displays of affection, had seemed more like she had been trying to eat his face rather than kiss him. So it was no wonder Weasley was a kissing novice. But how to respond to what Granger had said.

He settled for wobbling his head. “Guess I got good practice with you.”

Granger’s grin just widened and she unhooked her arms from around his neck. Still grinning at him, she took hold of his hands, removing them from her hips, but not letting go as she began walking, pulling him along. Not sure what else to do, he allowed her to lead him until they stopped in front of a bed. Here, Granger’s smile became more playful and mischievous before she suddenly shoved him back, and he fell over onto the bed. He figured it was safe to say that this was Weasley’s.

Not taking her eyes off him, Granger lifted a foot and pulled off a shoe. She kept her eyes on him as she removed her other shoe as well. “Get undressed.”

Merlin’s beard, she really wanted it right here and now. He supposed he shouldn’t be surprised. Pretty much all Sixth and Seventh Year students were sexually active, and some Fifth Years were too, maybe even a few Fourth Years. Draco himself was certainly no longer a virgin. He’d slept with several Slytherin girls over the years, most often with Pansy Parkinson, who, yes, he had lost his virginity to during his Fifth Year. Only those girls knew who they were actually sleeping with him. Granger, however, was completely unaware of what she was getting herself into.

Deciding to put an end to this before it escalated further, he once again tried to leave. “I really should get down to the–”

“Ron,” she interrupted, almost harshly, her tone leaving no room for argument, “clothes off, now.”

Ah, hell, what was he supposed to do now? Rejecting her would just cause an issue later. Did that really only leave him with one option? He attempted to buy time by doing what she said, starting with removing his shoes and Quidditch gear. While he did that though, he watched with wide eyes as she began to remove her school robes, leaving her in just a normal shirt and pants. Then, with a quick glance at the entrance to the dorm, she took hold of her shirt and pulled it over her head, shaking her hair out behind her. Her hands then went to her pants and she pushed them to her feet and stepped out of them.

Draco’s mouth practically dropped open as he stared at Granger in nothing more than her bra, panties, and a pair of socks. How had she been hiding a body like that beneath her robes? Almost against his will, he found his eyes traveling up and down her figure. He hated to admit it, but Granger had a fabulous body. And standing there in her underwear like that, damn if she wasn’t one sexy sight that had him harder than a diamond in an ice storm. He found himself thinking that it should be illegal for a mudblood to be so attractive.

He must have been staring, because he saw her cheeks color and she seemed to grow shy. “Ron, don’t stare so hard; you’re making me self-conscious.”

He internally shook his head. “Sorry, it’s just… you’re so beautiful.”

He meant it to, even though he was loath to give a mudblood such a compliment. His comment only made her cheeks color more and caused her smile to spread. She then held up her wand, which he hadn’t even realized she had been holding until she directed it to the curtains surrounding the bed, and with a flick of her wrist, they came down and closed around him, stopping on either side of him.

The situation was only continuing to advance further, and all he seemed able to do was stare at her like a dumbfounded idiot. Not because he hadn’t seen girls in various states of undress before, especially since he had probably slept with over half the girls in Slytherin House, but because he was still so shocked by this turn of events.

Granger, however, seemed to find his expression amusing as she kicked her clothes beneath Weasley’s bed and then approached him. “Why are you acting so on edge?”

That snapped him out of his stupor and he glanced at the window. “It’s just because I’m supposed to be at practice.”

She rolled her eyes, but still looked amused. “Then you should make this fast before you’re missed too much. But not too fast I hope.” She then reached for his pants. “Besides, what would you rather be doing? Practicing, or me?”

That wasn’t even a question. Who wouldn’t prefer bedding a beautiful girl over practicing some stupid game? And yes, he once again reluctantly admitted, Granger was quite the looker. In fact, truth be told, he’d wanted to fuck her pretty much since she punched him back in Third Year. That had just made him hate her all the more since he shouldn’t want some lowly mudblood. And as she’d grown more attractive over the years, that desire had continued to grow.

While he was distracted by his thoughts, Granger was at work pulling his pants down and off. She dropped them to the floor and pushed them under the bed, likely to keep them out of sight in case anyone happened to walk in, though the closed curtains would still be a dead giveaway of what was going on. She then moved forward to sit on his lap, tossing her wand onto the bed as she straddled him, sitting directly on his hard-on. Her hands then went to the bottom of his shirt as she began working it up his chest.

“Did I ever tell you that seeing you in your Quidditch uniform is such a turn-on?” she asked in a teasing manner.

Seeing as he wasn’t Weasley, he had absolutely no idea if she had or not, so he settled for a neutral response. “You might have mentioned it.”

“Well, it is.” Leaning forward, she whispered in his ear. “And it’s got me very wet right now.” She then pulled back and gave his shirt a tug. “Off.”

She’d worked his shirt up to his arms, and he found himself raising them to allow her to pull it over his head. She carelessly tossed it behind her, then leaned forward, running her tongue over his pecs. The feel of her tongue bathing him made him groan, and she began pressing kisses to his chest before wrapping her arms around his neck and kissing him, hard.

Draco’s hands slowly came up to take hold of her waist. He couldn’t believe this was happening. He was sitting here in just his boxers on Weasley’s bed while wearing his face, heavily making out with Hermione Granger as she straddled him in nothing more than her undergarments and began grinding herself against him. Out of all the things that could have happened when he had decided to infiltrate Gryffindor Tower, this was not something he saw coming. And damn if he wasn’t enjoying it.

He shouldn’t though. He knew he wasn’t the most moral person around, but even he recognized the wrongness of it. Plus, as hot as she was, she was still a mudblood. He should be repulsed at the thought of even touching her, of even being in her presence. Yet here he was with her, the two of them practically naked while heavily making out. Granger’s tongue was currently in his mouth, rubbing against his, and he was fully engaged with it as he kissed her back. There was just something about the wrongness of it, of the taboo nature, that had him majorly turned-on.

In his boxers, he was quite literally harder than he had ever been. It was incredibly awkward since it was technically Weasley’s dick, but with the way Granger was grinding against it, it was enough to distract him from such thoughts. They continued to snog for a time before Granger began shifting on top of him, attempting to turn their bodies. He realized what she was trying to do and shifted on the bed, pulling his legs up so he was fully on the mattress.

Once he was settled, Granger placed her hands on his shoulders and pushed him to lay down flat. His head hit the pillow and he looked up at her to see her smiling above him. She then reached for the curtains, pulling them completely shut, leaving them both in the dim, confined space of Weasley’s bed, hidden from the sight of anyone who might come in. She then took up her wand and cast a Silencing Spell on the curtains, then pointed it at her stomach and cast the Contraceptive Charm on herself before smirking at him and nonchalantly tossing her wand aside, and it dropped off the side of the bed.

Draco’s eyes were as wide as saucers. Was this really happening? Was Hermione Granger about to have sex with him? Well, not him, as in Draco Malfoy, but him disguised as Ron Weasley, who she clearly believed she was with? If the Silencing Spell and Contraceptive Charm she had cast hadn’t been indication enough, the way she reaching behind herself and unclasping her bra told him that, yes, that was exactly what was about to happen. And, Merlin’s beard, did that not have him somehow growing impossibly harder. He was surprised to discover just how much he suddenly wanted this to happen.

Of course, he was perfectly aware of just how wrong this was. Not just the thought of him, a pure-blood, doing it with a mudblood, with Granger of all people, but of how illegal this was. There were strict laws against using Polyjuice Potion to impersonate others for certain situations. And using it to have sex with someone was most definitely one of the biggest ones. It was officially classified as rape through deception. If he was caught, he would definitely be getting an extensively long trip to Azkaban.

While he knew there were those who thought otherwise, he wasn’t completely without conscience. He’d done some pretty horrible things in the past; he could admit that much. And he was going to do some pretty horrible things in the future too; he knew that as well. After all, he had been tasked with killing Dumbledore. Hell, that was the whole reason why he snuck into Gryffindor Tower in the first place, to try and find a way to do that. In comparison, deceptively sleeping with someone without them realizing who they were really with wasn’t as bad as cold-blooded murder. But still, did he really want to go through with this? Was he really going to?

He wanted to, badly, he realized now. Finding her attractive for all these years was one thing, but now, with her on top of him like this, with the actual chance to have that happen, he felt like he would go crazy if he didn’t have her. And if he was going to do worse in the future, then why shouldn’t he? This mission was really pressuring him, and he could use a good stress reliever. And with the way Granger and her friends had been giving him and his family so much trouble over the years, not to mention interfering with his mission, why shouldn’t he take advantage of the situation? In fact, she practically owed it to him.

Besides, she was just a mudblood. She was pretty much worth the dirt off his shoes. Her kind should be little more than slaves to pure-bloods like him anyway. And once the Dark Lord took over, that’s exactly what she and the rest of her kind would be reduced to. Plus, it’s not like she would ever know. As far as she would be concerned, she’d be banging Weasley. Ignorance was bliss and all that, so no harm, no foul; she was the one coming onto him after all, however indirectly.

On top of all that, with the fucking he could give her, she’d probably be glad for it even if she did somehow find out it was him. He would get some major stress relief, she’d get the best sex of her life, and neither she nor Weasley would be any the wiser. It was a win-win all around. Besides, it would be suspicious if he turned her down, right? So this was actually the best option. And getting to fuck a pure-blood like him, even unknowingly, was more than a mudblood like her deserved. She should be grateful to be able to bed one such as him.

So screw it, he was going to bang Granger, right here in Weasley’s bed, wearing Weasley’s own face, with Weasley’s own dick, and she would never know the difference, save for how good he gave it to her. There was simply no way he could resist the opportunity; he’d never get a chance like this again. He’d be crazy not to go for it. Who knew, maybe finally getting to screw her would get her out of his system and he’d stop lusting after her. And again, he’d already done some pretty horrible things and was going to end up doing worse in the future. So, if he was gonna be bad…

But then his thought process was interrupted as Granger slipped one loose bra strap down her shoulder, pulling her arm out of it and peeling it away. Draco’s eyes practically bulged out of his head as she bared her breasts to him, dropping her bra off the side of the bed, where it fell between it and the curtains. Holy hell, she was fucking gorgeous! How the hell did a mudblood end up with such a perfect pair of tits like that? It was more than Weasley deserved.

Her cheeks colored at the way he was looking at her. “Geez, Ronald, I know we’re somewhat new to this, but you’re acting like it’s the first time you’ve seen them.”

So they had only recently become lovers. Maybe after his girlfriend had dumped him Granger had offered Weasley some pity/comfort sex. Or at least that had been the excuse she had used since it was obvious that she had been wanting to get into Weasley’s pants for a while.

Realizing he should probably say something in response to what she had said, he tried to come up with something Weasley would say. Probably something sappy and corny. “I can’t help it, you’re just so sexy.”

Based on the way her cheeks colored further and her eyes practically danced, he’d said the right thing. “Flattery will get you everywhere, Mr. Weasley,” she told him with a smile as she reached back and removed her socks.

She playfully tossed each one at his face, and Draco pushed them away with a grin. She then leaned down and kissed him again. Her now bare breasts pressed against his naked chest, and he let out a light groan into her mouth as he felt her hardened nipples poke into his toned chest. Well, Weasley’s toned chest, as he reluctantly admitted that the redhead was in pretty good shape; all that Quidditch practice must really be paying off. He felt her smile against his lips as they snogged, and he began running his hands up and down her back, marveling at the softness of her skin. God, her body was perfect.

Granger’s own hands went to work as well. As she laid on top of him, she ran them along his sides until they reached his boxers. He obviously hadn’t Transfigured those, but she didn’t seem to consider them anything out of the ordinary. She simply wanted them gone and began pushing them down, and he lifted his hips to assist her. It was a little difficult with her laying on top of him the way she was, not to mention because of his straining erection tenting them. She managed though, and his cock was soon freed of its confines, now resting trapped between his stomach and hers.

She pushed his boxers down as far as she could without moving from on top of him, and he began shifting his legs, trying to get them further down, eventually managing to kick them off, and he used his feet to remove his socks as well while he was at it. This left him with just his watch as the only thing he still had on. Other than that, he was as bare as the day he was born, with the only thing she still had left on were her panties, and he planned to get rid of those as soon as possible.

But first thing was first. He needed to check to see how much time he had left. The absolute last thing he needed was to suddenly change back into himself while he was in the middle of fucking Granger. He could just imagine how she would react to that; he probably wouldn’t need to worry about Voldemort killing him since she would do it herself. So he took a quick glance at his watch and saw that he had forty-seven minutes left before the potion wore off. Plenty of time for them both to get off, more than once for her under his skills.

She noticed where he was looking and broke the kiss to glance at his wrist with the watch as well. “What are you doing?”

Fortunately, he had an answer ready for that. “Just trying to determine how long I can push things before the team gets mad at me for being gone for so long. I think I can spare… forty minutes.”

Granger’s eyes lit up with delight at that. “Now that sounds good to me.”

Then she was snogging him again. He kissed her back and she moaned into his mouth as she rubbed her body against him erotically, her breasts sliding against his chest. Draco’s hands moved down her back to her bottom and he grasped her ass-cheeks, roughly massaging and squeezing them as he rubbed her against his aching cock. Her panties were in the way and he wanted them gone.

With no care to remove them properly, he took hold of the portion of cloth that practically ran through the crack of her ass and gave it a hard tug, ripping them apart. He then immediately grabbed the side of them and ripped them once again, effectively tearing them right off her and tossing them aside, leaving her completely naked.

Upon doing this, Granger broke the kiss and let out a gasp that was one of outrage, but also one of very apparent arousal. Oh yes, she’d definitely found it hot when he did that, but she tried to pretend that she was just upset about it as she pushed herself to sit up. “What do you think you’re doing!?”

He feigned remorse as he gave her a fake apologetic look; it wasn’t like a simple spell couldn’t mend them. “Sorry, I got a little carried away.”

She let out a sigh, still trying to look mad, but there was a small smile on her face that she was trying and failing to hide. “It’s fine, I can fix them. But seriously, don’t rip my clothes.”

It was hard to focus with her sitting on him like this. With her panties gone, she was now completely naked, and her bare pussy was pressed up against his hard cock. He could already feel how wet she was. Her nether-lips were slightly parted over his length, lubricating its underside.

Unable to help himself, he took hold of her hips and rocked her forward and back against him, sliding her pussy over the length of his cock, coating it with her wetness. He saw her mouth drop open in a pleasurable, breathy exhale, and he grinned up at her teasingly, letting her know that he knew she enjoyed that. She rolled her eyes at his grin and playfully swatted his shoulder in response.

Fuck, she was sexy. Who would have thought that a mudblood, especially Granger, would look so damn delicious in the nude. And here she was, lying on top of him, both of them completely naked as their bodies slid erotically against each other. At least they were until she sat up straight, leaning back slightly and placing her hands on his knees. Keeping her pussy pressed against the length of his cock, she slid her hips forward and back, grinding against him. Draco let out a hiss of pleasure, his teeth clamped tightly together as her own eyes fluttered shut and she allowed her head to fall back, still sliding against him as his hands on her hips aided her movements.

As pleasurable as this was, he wanted to feel her against him again. Sitting up, he pulled her against him, her breasts pressing against his chest, as he sought out her lips. He coaxed her mouth open and she immediately obliged, allowing him to explore her inner cavern as she wrapped her arms around him and curled her tongue around his. She continued grinding herself against him as his cock lay sandwiched between them, making them both moan. Their hands explored each other’s bodies as they snogged for a time, but it wasn’t long before Draco wanted to have something other than her tongue in his mouth.

Detaching his lips from hers, he grasped one of her breasts and latched his mouth onto her pebbled nipple. Granger’s head fell back as she let out a sigh of pleasure. His other hand came up to grasp her other breast, squeezing and massaging the fleshy globe. He swirled his tongue around the erect bud, sucking it to an even harder point before lightly taking it between his teeth and pulling on it, stopping just short of it becoming painful for her. His other hand played with her other nipple as well, flicking over it and tugging and twisting it just enough as well. Granger let out delighted mumbling sounds as he tormented her, her hands pressed against the back of his head, pushing him further into her chest.

It was a good thing she had placed that Silencing Spell on the curtains, because he planned on making her scream quite a bit before this was over. Even though the mudblood didn’t deserve it, he was going to make this the best sex of her life that she would never forget, and she would always wonder why Weasley would never be able to perform as well as he did this time. The very thought of it had him smirking against her breast as he found the thought of it as amusing as he did hot. Who would have thought that he’d find the idea of bringing Granger pleasure to be both amusing and a turn-on. He was going to make her cum more and harder than she ever would again or would have thought possible.

But he wasn’t done with the foreplay yet. And after spending sufficient time on her breasts, where his hand and mouth switched back and forth between which one they paid attention to, he finally detached from them. Bringing his lips up to her ear, he whispered into it, “I want to taste you.”

He felt her shiver in response, and he smirked as he laid back down, pushing the pillow further up the bed so he could lay down flat. He took a few moments to admire her body on full display in all its naked glory, from her flushed face to her firm breasts to her flat stomach, all the way down to the triangle of brown curls between her legs, from which the head of his cock poked out from underneath. Fuck, the mudblood was gorgeous. And she was going to look even more gorgeous when he had her writhing around in ecstasy.

Placing his hands on her hips, he urged her to move upwards towards him. “Up here. Come sit on my face.”

Her eyes, already dark with arousal, widened slightly. “Oh, Merlin,” she whispered, and rose up onto her knees as she began shuffling forward.

Her reaction had him wondering if Weasley had never gone down on her or if he’d simply never had her sit on his face like this before. Probably the latter, as not even Weasley could be stupid enough to never eat her pussy. But regardless, once she was directly above him, he urged her to lower herself. And as she did, he opened his mouth and gave her dripping slit a long and leisure lick. Granger’s whole body jerked in response and she let out a loud gasp, making him smirk. He held her hips still as he licked her several more time before using his thumbs to spread her open and lower her to rest against his mouth so she was fulling sitting on him.

He completely sealed his mouth over her spread pussy and inserted his tongue into her. Granger jerked again, but he held her in place as he began putting his oral skills to work. He probed her with his tongue, swirling it around inside her and licking her inner walls. Loud gasps and whimpers escaped her as she reached out to brace her hands against the wall. With his nose buried in here patch of curls, he watched the looks of pleasure that passed over her face as he feasted on her.

Well, damn, who would have thought that he’d actually enjoy eating out a mudblood like this. But then, pussy was still pussy he supposed. And Granger certainly had a sweet one. She twisted and turned on top of him as he devoured her, her head rolling around on her shoulders. Shades of sex flushes rolled over her, and he had to use some real effort to keep her still. And as he lapped at her, her back suddenly arched and she pushed off the wall, almost falling backwards, but managed to brace herself with a hand against his abdomen. Her other hand went to the top of his head as she began rocking her hips, quite literally riding his face as she humped against his mouth while pressing herself against him.

But Draco didn’t leave it at that. With her now holding herself up and directing her own movements, he released her hips and began caressing her body. He felt goose-bumps break out on her skin as it began to grow damp under his touch as she began to perspire. He continued to show her his oral skills as her head fell back in bliss and she began panting at the ceiling. Oh, yes, she’d certainly never been eaten out like this before.

But as much as he enjoyed feasting on her, his cock was aching for attention as it practically stood straight up in the air. As if sensing his need, her hand resting on his stomach moved further back and took hold of him. He made a sound deep in his throat as she began pumping him while continuing to thrust against his face. Slowly, her body twisted more and more around as she seemed to lower herself more and more until she had turned around enough to be able to bring his cock to her mouth.

She gave his head a kiss before allowing her tongue to slide out and flick across it. She did this a few times before lapping at his tip, licking up the pre-cum that had gathered there. She dragged her tongue over it a few times before her lips spread over his head, and she began sucking on it as if it were a popsicle or lollipop. Draco groaned at the heavenly feeling while continuing to lick at her. She practically laid on her side on top of him while sucking on his cock-head, her soft hand stroking his shaft.

But then she decided to change positions. She twisted off him completely, and Draco released her, but only so she could turn around to lay on him, her head towards his feet, a leg on either side of his head. Getting what she was doing, he took hold of her hips and pulled her closer to his face, where he resumed licking her, feeling her breasts press against his abdomen. Facing the opposite way, she once again took hold of his cock and took him back into her mouth, this time in a much better position and angle to do so.

Draco couldn’t believe it. He and Hermione Granger were actually in Weasley’s bed sixty-nining each other. That wasn’t something he ever expected to happen in his life. And this was only the start of what he intended for them to do. But, damn, could she suck a good dick. Her head was bobbing up and down on him as she stroked the portion of him that wasn’t in her mouth, her saliva making her hand motions slick. Her lips were tightly sealed around his girth as she sucked him, her mouth running up and down his length. And even inside, her tongue was at work, sliding and swirling over him. Yes, she definitely knew what she was doing.

But so did he, and he didn’t let what she was doing distract him, no matter how good it felt. Once again using his thumbs to spread her open, he lapped up and down her slit, licking up her juices before inserting his tongue as deeply into her as he could. Granger moaned loudly around his cock, and it felt incredible.

He began lifting his hips slightly to meet each of her bobs, trying to encourage her to take him even deeper. This was definitely one of the hottest blowjobs he ever had, and he worked to give Granger the best cunnilingus she would ever get, completely covering her entrance with his mouth and swirling his tongue around inside her in a way he knew she would love.

And love it she did as less than a minute later, his oral skills accomplished their goal. Granger let out a muffled cry around his cock before pulling her mouth off him and continued to cry out. A rush of her fluids suddenly flowed into his mouth as she began trembling all over. He eagerly gulped down her release as he relished in the knowledge that he had just made her cum. He was willing to be that Weasley never gave it to her that good, the novice. Let her think he had though, he would know the truth, and somehow, he found the idea of her not knowing it was actually him who had given her such pleasure to be extra exciting, like a naughty little secret that only he knew about. Which, technically, it was.

He proceeded to lap up her juices as her body slowly calmed. And as her orgasm came to an end, her head dropped into his lap as her hot, panting breath blew against his saliva covered cock. He ceased his licking and instead began stroking her rear end in circles with one hand while running the other up and down her lower back. But then she suddenly lifted herself up and turned around so she was facing him before laying on top of him. Her lips met his and she began kissing him passionately. He kissed her back with just as much enthusiasm, knowing she must be tasting herself on his lips, which he found really hot to think about.

Breaking the kiss, she looked down at him with a big smile on her face and a blush on her cheeks. “Thank you.”

Merlin’s beard, he never thought he’d hear Granger thank him for giving her an orgasm. God, that was so hot. “My pleasure,” he said with a grin.

Her eyes twinkled merrily before she kissed him again. It was less passionate than before and more intimate, and she began running her hands over his body, feeling Weasley’s muscles along his arms and chest. His hands felt her up as well, exploring her soft curves, admiring them appreciatively as she rubbed her body against him.

His cock still stood at attention, but now it was clamped between Granger’s thighs, and she squeezed them together as she teased him with further delights to come. Great Merlin, he wanted to fuck her so badly. It was hard to hold himself back, but he settled for grasping her ass-cheeks again and moving them around in a manner to relieve some of the pressure he felt in his cock.

But it seemed she wasn’t done with the foreplay yet. After kissing and touching each other for a time, she finally broke the kiss and looked down at him. “Scoot up.”

He raised an eyebrow at her, but as she pulled back, he did as she said, shifting into a near-sitting position, his back against the headboard. With a smile on her face, Granger moved further down his body while remaining on her stomach until her head was right above his crotch as he sat there with his legs open and his knees bent. These beds really weren’t big enough for two people to lay down the way they were, and so she bent her own knees so her legs were up in the air so as to not hang them over the end of the bed.

But then he gave zero thought to the bed’s size as she took him in her hand and began pumping his shaft. She did this for a short while before once again taking him in her mouth. Draco groaned at the feel of wet heat surrounding him as she began blowing him once more, keeping her eyes on his the entire time. It was such an erotic sight to see her lips moving up and down his cock, and he wished it was his own body he was looking down at as she sucked him.

Reaching down, he began running his hands through her hair, occasionally applying light pressure to the back of her head to encourage her to take in more of him. He hated to admit it, but Weasley actually had an impressive package; the benefits of being a pure-blood he supposed, even if the redhead was a blood-traitor. Granger obliged with his silent encouragement and began taking in even more of him, going farther down than she had thus far. He began to feel the head of his cock bump against the back of her throat, and he wondered how far he could get her to take him.

“That feels amazing,” he told her, putting a little more pressure on her head. “Keep going. Take more of me.”

Her eyes finally left his to look down at what she was doing, and she attempted to take in even more of him. The feeling was pure bliss; Weasley would be unknowingly grateful to him for teaching her this in the future. He pushed down on her head a little harder, and he felt her beginning to swallow him down as she attempted to work him into her throat. Oh yes, now that was what he was talking about.

“Fuck, that feels good,” he groaned, then remembered that he should be copying Weasley’s mannerisms. “Bloody fantastic. See if you can deep-throat me, Hermione.”

She tried, attempting to gulp even more of him down. She gagged some and had to pull back, but tried again at the encouragement he gave her by pressing on her head. And, slowly, she swallowed down a little more of him each time. She kept having to retreat though to take a deep breath through her nose, but more and more she managed to take him down, and he had to resist the urge to simply slam her head down on him and ruthlessly fuck her face.

It took a few minutes and multiple tries, but finally, she accomplished it. She managed to get his whole cock into her mouth, her lips sealed around the base and her nose buried in his patch of red curls; it was too bad they weren’t his silvery blonde ones. She held him there, reflexively swallowing, and her throat muscles massaged the portion of his length she had managed to gulp down, making him see stars at the sensation.

She had to pull off though to take a breath, and he reluctantly let her. She still kept him in her mouth though, and after she took a few breaths through her nose, he lightly pushed down on her head, and she began to swallow him down again. And after a few minutes of practice, he had her raising and lowering her head on him as she took him in down to the root. Gulping, mumbling sounds escaped her as he urged her to go faster, his hands on her head urging her along.

Suddenly, he felt it, the familiar tightening in his balls to signify that he was about to cum. A loud groan escaped him as he pushed down on Granger’s head, forcing her to take all of him, and he held her there. His cock began spurting in her throat, and his head fell back as he practically growled, his grip on her hair tightening as his hips rose off the bed. A mumbling sound escaped Granger as he continued to shoot his load down her throat, not releasing her until the last of his seed escaped him.

His hips dropped back down to the bed and he finally released her. Granger pulled off him, her face red and tears in her eyes from the lack of oxygen. She began coughing and thumping her chest as she attempted to catch her breath. Draco was trying to catch his as well, albeit for a different reason. But as Granger continued to cough and suck down air, he got a little concerned. That may have been going a bit too far for him impersonating Weasley.

“Sorry about that,” he told her. “I guess I got a little carried away.”

She waved her hand and then held up a finger as she coughed a few more times before taking a few more deep breaths. “It’s ok… Just… give me a bit of a… warning next time.”

Next time, huh? Yes, Weasley’s sorry ass was sure to be grateful to him if Granger tried that on him later. And speaking of time, he took a quick glance at his watch to see how much he had left. But upon looking, he frowned at what he saw. He still had thirty-eight minutes left. And while that was a good amount of time, considering he’d had forty-seven minutes since he last checked, that meant he hadn’t lasted anywhere near as long as he would have liked before cumming, and he found himself disappointed in his stamina. He could usually last a lot longer.

But then he decided that it shouldn’t be too surprising. Not only had he been massively turned on at the prospect of doing it with Granger, but it had also been quite a while for him since he’d found release. While he’d had sex quite often ever since he first lost his virginity, he’d really been off his game this year. Sex had been a regular thing for him towards the beginning of the school year, but as the weeks and months went by and his attempts to carry out the mission assigned to him had resulted in failure, he’d been in the mood less and less as he felt the pressure building.

As such, the number of times he’d gotten laid had dropped as he grew distant from his fellow Slytherins and put more time into trying to repair the Vanishing Cabinet or come up with other plans to take out Dumbledore. That coupled with his prefect duties, and he hadn’t had the time he’d had in previous years, and his growing worry over getting the job done hadn’t exactly made getting laid a priority. And so, he hadn’t been able to have sex nearly as often, not even with Pansy practically throwing herself at him. As a result, it had been a few weeks since he’d actually gotten laid, or even found release in general, so it was no wonder he had cum so quickly with as backed up as he was.

But now that he’d had an initial release, he would be able to last longer for the next round. And there would be another round. As amazing as having Granger blow him had been, he wanted to get inside her, to actually fuck her, and he would, he just needed a little time to recover. And he had the perfect way to not only kill that time, but to speed up the process.

“Looks like I better make it up to you,” he told her, shifting to sit up completely and move to the side. “Come lay down here.”

He patted the spot on the bed as he repositioned the pillow. Granger’s eyes shined with excited delight before she crawled over to him and turned to lay on her back with her head on the pillow. Draco then moved further down on the bed to where she had been while sucking him off, essentially switching their positions. Then he moved his head between her legs and went down on her again.

Her reaction was immediate and apparent, her back arching at the first touch of his tongue. He licked up and around her slit, spreading her open. This time though, he gave extra attention to her clit, licking at it and sucking it into his mouth. Granger quickly grew vocal, her hips bucking, and he had to place a hand on her stomach to keep her still.

With his other hand, he probed her entrance with his index finger, all the while flicking his tongue over the small bundle of nerves at the top of her pussy. Granger whimpered as his finger ran through her folds, and she arched off the bed as he inserted that finger inside her. She began squirming as her arms stretched out on either side of her and gripped the bedsheets, twisting them in her grasp.

As he continued to run his tongue over her clit, his finger he had inserted into her rubbed along her inner walls, feeling around inside her. She was so hot and wet inside, her interior squeezing at his finger, and he imagined that tightness around his cock. He felt it twitch as it began to stir with new life, and he smirked against her as he added a second finger, repeatedly curling them inside her and moving them in and out.

He wasn’t simply touching her just to pleasure her though, he was seeking, searching for something he knew an idiot like Weasley would never be able to find, not even with a map. He, however, was very familiar with a woman’s anatomy, and so knew exactly what he was doing. He just had to find it first. But even that Granger very evidentially enjoyed with the way she was writhing around, her head turning left and right as she pulled at the bedsheets.

It didn’t take him too long to find it, and when he did, she practically leapt off the bed, her head rising so far off the pillow she almost sat up. A smirk crept up Draco’s face as he felt around the area again, and then widened when he got another borderline violent reaction out of her, this time allowing him to pinpoint where her G-spot was. From there, he focused his attention on the area while still licking her clit.

If Weasley was going to be grateful to him for teaching Granger how to deep-throat, then she was going to be grateful to him for this. He began thrusting his fingers in and out of her, focusing his attention on his discovery while putting his tongue to work. At some point, her legs ended up resting over his shoulders, her heels sliding up and down his back. He began working her up into a frenzy, and soon he had her squirming around and writhing about.

Still keeping up with his finger probing, he began eating away at her, just above his thrusting fingers. Loud moans escaped her as she yanked at the bedsheets before releasing them. One of her hands went to the back of his head, keeping him right where he was, and the other grabbed her own breast, squeezing it rather hard. But then that hand went up to the headboard instead, pushing at it as she began thrusting her hips at him, her moans becoming more and more vocal.

“Oh, God, Ron, I’m going to cum!” she gasped out while pushing his head harder into her and shoving her hips at him. “Oh, my God! Oh, Ronald! Oh, God! Oooooh!”

This time when she came, she didn’t just orgasm, she squirted. Her back arched almost completely off the bed until she was almost balancing on her head as she showered him with her release. Over his shoulders, her legs shook violently as her scream seemed to echo from within the curtains surrounding them.

A smirk crossed Draco’s face as he lifted his head out from between her legs to watch as she thrashed about. Her hand had left his head to once again grab the bedsheets and yank them to herself as she seemed to be bracing herself against the headboard with her other hand as she flopped around like a fish out of water.

Draco had to admit, seeing Granger flail about in ecstasy was an incredibly arousing sight. He doubted Weasley had ever made her squirt before, if the incompetent loser ever even managed to make her cum at all. But then, she probably wouldn’t still be sleeping with him if he couldn’t. Regardless, he knew that the redheaded blood-traitor had certainly never made her cum like this before. Best of all, going down on her and the time it took doing so had bought him the time he needed to grow hard once more. And he was additionally pleased to see, with another glance at his watch, that he still had thirty-two minutes left.

As she settled down and became still, he removed her legs from his shoulders and sat up. Granger was laying there with her eyes closed, taking long deep breaths, her skin glistening with perspiration, her face flushed. Slowly, her eyes cracked open to see Draco sitting there looking down at her, and her expression changed to something he could only describe as starving and feral as she reached for him.

“Get up here right this instant, Ron Weasley,” she practically snarled.

She hardly gave him a choice as she grabbed him and quite literally dragged him on top of her, grasping his face and pulling him down to kiss him. Or more like attacked his mouth. Her hands were everywhere, caressing his body in an almost desperate need to touch every part him at once, with even her legs stroking his. And all the while, she continued to snog him furiously, their tongues dancing together in each other’s mouths.

Draco’s hands were at work as well, exploring her curves. One of his hands came up between them and grasped her breast, squeezing and fondling it. His cock was so hard and aching that it was almost painful, and he drove himself against her wet center. She moaned into his mouth as he humped against her, and one of her legs curled around his hip to allow him to drive more firmly against her.

But then she took further charge, rolling them over so he was turned onto his back with her on top. She broke the kiss and stared down at him, breathing heavily, her hair hanging down around her face, her hands on either side of his head. She was looking at him hungrily, her expression practically rabid, her eyes dark and glazed over with lust and desire. Draco had never had anyone look at him so intensely before. It actually almost made him jealous of Weasley.

Leaning down, she licked a trail up his neck before kissing him, then whispered against his lips. “Do you want me?”

He let out a groan. “Fuck, so damn much,” he replied honestly.

Smiling, she kissed him again before sitting up to straddle him. His cock was fully erect, standing at attention as it pressed up against her stomach and crotch. Without taking her eyes off him, Granger reached down between them and took hold of him. She lifted off him and then got him into position, rubbing the head of his cock against her slick entrance. Her eyes fluttered and she inhaled at the sensation, but her gaze never left his. Great Merlin, this was really about to happen. In a few moments, he was going to be inside Granger.

She teased them both for a few seconds, spreading her wetness further across her nether-lips and his cock-head. Finally though, she put them both out of their misery by inserting his tip. She pushed down on him slightly, and her nether-lips spread open, taking him in. That alone already felt like heaven.

Once his head was inserted, she released him and returned her hand to the mattress beside his head. She then started lowering her hips, sinking down on him, and Draco let out a loud groan as he slowly slid up into her. Gravity did its work as she took him in more and more, until her hips met his and he was completely engulfed by her wet heat. He bottomed out inside her as he fit snuggly inside her pussy, and he watched as her mouth fell open in a pleasurable gasp as he filled her.

My God, she felt incredible. Her pussy gripped him snugly, her inner walls squeezing and massaging his length in her wet confines. He was so deep inside her he could feel the tip of his cock pressing against her cervix as he filled her completely. Just the thought that he was so deep inside her made him feel as if he could cum again right then and there, but there was no way he would let that happen yet; he already had to make up for cumming for what he deemed to be too quickly when she had sucked him off. It was just a shame he was filling her with Weasley’s cock instead of his own; he wanted her to feel him, but he would make do with what he had.

Granger was clearly enjoying this just as much as him. She licked and bit her bottom lip as she simply enjoyed the feel of him filling her and stretching her walls. She rotated her hips a few times, her eyes fluttering and her breathing becoming more ragged as she did, and he let out his own hiss of pleasure. His reaction just made her smile, and she lowered herself to lay down on him so her chest pressed against his and she kissed him.

Draco’s arms wrapped around her, holding her close as they kissed. His cock pulsed inside her with every beat of his heart, and he began giving small micro-thrusts of his hips, raising them off the bed slightly to get some semblance of friction. As enjoyable as simply being inside her was, he needed her to start moving before he lost it completely and fucked her into a coma. And as if sensing his need, she broke the kiss, but kept their faces close enough for them to share breath as she began moving against him.

Holy shit, he was actually fucking Granger. She as actually riding him while he was literally buried balls-deep inside her, the head of his cock bumping against her womb every time she lowered her hips as he lifted his to meet her, and it felt fucking fantastic. The fact that he knew they both utterly despised each other somehow made it even hotter and more exciting. And she was so damn tight, her labia practically stuck to his length as it moved in and out of her. All the while, her juices kept flowing, lubricating his movements as she rose and fell on him.

She let out a breathy moan against his lips as they grazed hers in time with her motions. Her breasts slid back and forth against his chest as she moved over him, his length sliding in and out of her heat. It was the most incredible feeling in the world, and Draco utterly relished in it as he ran his hands up and down her back. Her head began rotating around her shoulders as she made throaty sounds of delight while keeping their bodies in full contact. It was so hot inside her he felt like his dick could melt right off.

Reaching down, Draco grasped her ass-cheeks and began massaging them as he ground her against him. Ganger let out a vocal moan and kissed him again before laying her head down on his shoulder and chest. She began raising and dropping her hips on him, and he assisted her movements by pulling her down on him whenever she dropped her hips. Her own hands were gripping his shoulders as she moved her hips up and down faster and faster, her nails scratching into his skin.

“H-How do I feel?” she gasped out. “Do I… mmm, ah… feel good?”

“Ah, shit,” he hissed out. “You feel fucking incredible.”

She let out a light giggle. “So do you. I can’t believe how much. Ooh! So amazing.”

The bed creaked slightly with their movements, but even that would have been muted by the Silencing Spell to anyone outside the curtains. Inside, Draco and Granger were lost in their own little passion-filled world as they continued to move together. She eventually pushed up off him so she was sitting astride him. Resting one hand on against his chest and the other behind her on his thigh, she began to hump and grind against him, keeping their pelvises pressed together. Draco let out a groan and grasped her hips, guiding her into a rhythm. She matched his movements and they fell in sync with each other, with him rolling his hips up into her as she rocked against him.

Granger’s eyes were hooded, more closed than open as she stared down at him, her cheeks filled with heat. Her breathing grew louder and began coming out faster, eventually reaching the point where she sounded as if she were running a race. Her loud panting was accompanied by the occasional whimper or moan, both of which began escaping her more and more frequently. Draco was panting himself as he let out a grunt or a groan every so often as Granger rode him vigorously, her hand behind her eventually coming forward to rest against his chest as well.

The curtains surrounding them kept the heat their bodies were generating confined within the small space, raising the temperature drastically. Beads of perspiration began running down Draco’s head, and he found himself mesmerized as Granger’s own clear droplets trickled down her body. He marveled at the way she moved on him, her stomach muscles flexing as she frantically thrusted her hips forward and back, his cock moving inside her like a joy stick. She wasn’t just moaning now, but letting out small cries, her nails occasionally digging into or scratching at his chest. Even if Granger was new to the whole sex thing, she certainly knew how to ride a cock.

His gaze moved between her legs to where they were joined, and one of his hands left her hip to press his thumb against her clit. Granger let out a loud sound that was a cross between a gasp and a cry, her back arching and her head falling back to look at the ceiling. He began rubbing circles over the sensitive bud, and her hands left his chest to come up and grab her head. Her back arched further, the movement sticking out her chest, and he couldn’t resist reaching up with his other hand to grasp her breast. He began fondling it as his thumb continued to rub circles over her clit, providing extra stimulation.

Her hands pulled at her hair as she continued moving on him. When she released her brown locks, her hands started sliding all over her glistening body, moving down his arms to begin running over his own sweaty torso, admiring his toned figure with her touch. But then one of her hands moved to where he was touching her nether region, and her fingers joined his in stroking where they were connected. Draco moved his hand away to allow her to pleasure herself.

He had to admit, watching Granger masturbate, especially while she was riding him, may have been the most erotic sight he’d ever seen. And with her now touching herself, he grabbed her other breast, rolling both of her globes around in his grasp. Her pebbled nipples pressed into his palms, and he began pinching them between his thumbs and index fingers. Tugging on them, he pulled her breasts outward, making Granger gasp as he twisted her nipples clockwise and counter-clockwise. Her expression was one of pure ecstasy, and he watched how her face scrunched up as the pleasure overtook her.

As he continued to fondle her breasts, she suddenly covered both his hands with her own. She brought one of his hands up to her mouth and briefly sucked on his index finger before looking down at him and then suddenly slammed his hands down beside his head, pinning them there as she attacked his lips with her own, never stopping her hip movements.

Now this was something new. Having Granger riding him was already extremely hot, but having her pin him down as she rode him, that was something else entirely. He didn’t even bother trying to break her hold as their tongues took turns of whose mouth they wrestled in.

But then she suddenly bit down on his lower lip. Not just nip it, but bite it, and she didn’t let go. He let out a slightly pained grunt as she pulled back on it and let out a small chuckle at his reaction. And when she finally released him, he had to run his tongue over his lip to make sure it wasn’t bleeding. And while it wasn’t, he still threw a small glare up at her, silently promising to pay her back for that later.

Granger, however, just gave him a teasing grin as she sat up straight once more. She still had hold of his hands, and she shifted her grip to interlock their fingers as she lifted them into the air. She then closed her eyes in bliss as she began riding him even harder and faster than before. Her mouth hung open as she panted heavily, letting out a moan practically every time she took a breath.

She was getting close; he could feel it. Her inner walls were squeezing and sucking him up even more than before, and her hip movements became faster, breaking the rhythm they had as she desperately tried to reach that euphoric state. Her hands gripped his tightly, preventing him from using them to help her get there, so he relied on his hip movements to push her towards that edge.

And then it happened. Hermione Granger was suddenly cumming on his cock. She gave one final thrust before pressing her pelvis down against him as her back arched and her head fell back. A loud, pleasure-filled cry escaped her as her body began jerking on top of him, her grip on his hands so tight it was almost painful, and he felt a rush of her fluids bathe his cock in her release.

If he thought simply watching her fuck him had been hot, it was nothing compared to the sight of her cumming on him. Broken cries and desperate gasps of air escaped from her upturned face as she continued to jerk about on top of him. And feeling her walls massage his length while she was lost in the throes of orgasm, it was almost enough to make him cum as well.

Her jerking movements eventually came to an end as her orgasm subsided. Her body relaxed and her head fell forward, her hair sticking to her damp face. She released his hands to reach up and brush her hair off her face, her cheeks flushed a deep red. Her mouth was still parted as she continued to pant, albeit more calmly, and he couldn’t resist.

Pushing himself up into a sitting position, he wrapped his arms around her, pulling her to him. His lips found hers and he kissed her deeply. She was still recovering from her orgasm and settled her hands on his shoulders. Their lips and tongues moved together as they kissed leisurely. Draco’s hands slid down to her lower back, and he began pushing and pulling her against him, encouraging her to start moving again. She broke the kiss with a gasp, but complied as she began rocking against him once more, her breasts sliding over his chest with the motions.

Because he had to, he quickly lifted his hand to check how he was on time. He saw that he had twenty-one minutes left. More than enough time to get her off again. And if he was short on time, he could simply stop holding back to find his own release, because he would be damned if he didn’t get to experience cumming inside Granger. But he wondered how many more times he would be able to make her cum before then. He certainly intended to find out.

Returning his hand to her lower back, he pushed and pulled her in time with her movements. His gaze went down to her glistening breasts, and he was overcome with an uncontrollable need to taste her skin. He did just that, burying his face in her chest and sucking at her sweaty skin, tasting the saltiness of it. He felt one of Granger’s hands tangle in his hair as the other went to the nape of his neck.

He placed open-mouth kisses all along her breasts and shoulders, listening as Granger let out a breathy exhale as she let her head fall back in enjoyment as he took one of her nipples into his mouth, sucking at the hardened bud. He teased it for a while before giving the same treatment to the other one, then moved further up to her exposed neck, kissing and licking at her skin. She released a pleasured gasp as he latched onto the sensitive of her neck, almost feeling like a vampire as he sucked at her jugular in a manner that would be sure to leave a mark. Fortunately, magic could be used to cover up or remove such markings with simple spells, because he planned on leaving several on her.

Detaching his lips from her neck, he sought out her mouth once more. As they kissed, he moved his hands to her bent knees, taking hold of one and adjusting his position. She shifted on top of him, moving to sit on him more directly as her legs wrapped around him, her heels locking together behind him. Her arms circled around his neck as she hugged him tightly, and he wrapped his own around her back, bringing the two of them as close as possible so there was no space between them at all. From there, they rocked against each other, their sweat-slicked bodies rubbing together as they moaned into each other’s mouths.

She briefly broke the kiss, but kept her lips against his as she spoke against them. “God, you’re so deep. You feel so good. Mmm. I love the feel of you inside me.”

Fuck, it was hot to hear her say that. If only it was with his own cock instead of the one he was more or less borrowing from Weasley. He wanted to fuck her until she passed out, to show her what an elite pure-blood like himself was capable of in bed. But he would just have to keep working with what he had since he knew Granger would never allow him to touch her if he was himself. And, truth be told, he still couldn’t believe that he was actually doing this, even from a moral stance.

Pushing that out of mind, he kissed her again, delving into her mouth. When they came apart for air, they both rested their chins on each other’s shoulders, panting and letting out sounds of pleasure in each other’s ear. They continued rocking together for the next few minutes before Draco suddenly changed their positions. Grasping her bottom, he lifted her up and flipped them around and over. Granger’s back hit the bed, him now on top of her, still buried deep, causing her to let out a loud gasp. He pushed himself up on his arms and looked down at her, admiring how sexy she looked as a ravished, disheveled mess.

She looked up at him with a dreamy expression, her hands hooking onto the back of his neck as he hovered over her, her knees bent on either side of him. He began rocking into her at a steady pace, and she soon matched his rhythm, lifting her hips to meet each of his thrusts as she moved with him, squeezing his length with her inner muscles as he pulled out and relaxing them as he pushed back in. Granger kept her eyes locked on his the entire time, inhaling every time he pushed into her.

With her hands still on the back of his neck, she drew him down and kissed him slowly, deeply, passionately. It wasn’t a lust-filled kiss, but a sensual and intimate one. And when they came apart, she gently wrapped her arms around his shoulders, holding him close as they moved together in a gentle rocking, their bodies sliding together erotically as they stared into each other’s eyes. Draco wasn’t so much as thrusting into her now as he was simply rocking his hips into her, feeling her stroking the back of his legs with her feet.

As pleasurable as this was, Draco began to get a growing sense of discomfort as the minutes ticked by. Looking at Granger’s eyes like this, as she gazed at him lovingly, it was making his skin crawl with unease knowing it was a look reserved for Weasley, and whom she thought she was giving it to. He’d never had any of the girls he slept with before look at him like that, the closest thing being Pansy’s adoration.

If all he had been doing were fucking Granger, that would be one thing, but this was now more than simple sex. This was them making love, she was actually making love to who she thought was Weasley. As such, this intimacy that was not meant for him gave him a deep sense of wrongness for what he was doing. Fucking was fucking, but making love, that was different, too personal, too emotional. He should not be making love with Granger. He didn’t like the feeling it was giving him, it was making him feel guilty. It felt too wrong, even for him.

He tried and failed to push the feeling away, all the while continuing to steadily rock his hips into her. It wasn’t working though, and so he attempted to make their sex more aggressive once more, and began thrusting into her faster and harder, making it less sensual and less intimate, more lust-fueled and more along the lines of fucking as opposed to love making. But his attempts were quickly thwarted as she wrapped her legs around his waist and squeezed them to still his movements while cupping his face with her hands.

“Easy, easy,” she told him in a gentle voice, and he stopped his rapid thrusting. “Do it slowly. Slowly.”

Damn it, she wanted to actually make love. Now he was stuck going with the slow and gentle sex. Well, if that was what was required of him, then he would do it. And so, he resumed moving within her again, keeping his thrusts slow and deep. Granger inhaled deeply, her eyes fluttering and her lips parting in a light gasp as she moved in sync with him, her hands sliding to his shoulders as he hovered above her, now gyrating his hips against her as opposed to thrusting into her.

“Yesssss…” she uttered in a whisper. “Just like that… That feels wonderful.”

It did. It did feel wonderful. But now he was back to making love to her, or at least simulating it. It caused the guilt to come back, but he was now stuck. He should not be making love to Granger, to a mudblood. He should be fucking her raw, the two of them rutting like animals, not acting as if they were actually a couple.

“Just look at us,” she whispered softly, reaching up to stroke his face. She briefly glances down the length of their bodies to where they were joined before making eye contact with him again. “Would you have ever believed that we’d be here like this one day?”

Oh, the irony of her question. “No,” he answered with absolute honesty, “never.”

She just smiled at him and brought her hand to the back of his head, drawing him down into a loving kiss. There was no tongue involved, just the lengthy pressing of lips, the pouring in of emotion at the contact. And when the kiss ended, they kept their foreheads pressed together, sharing breath as they panted into each other’s mouths. Too intimate, far too intimate, and he attempted to reduce the intimacy by burying his face into her neck, not wanting to look at her.

It didn’t help. The sweet sounds she released into his ear as she hugged him, gently running her hands up and down his back, it was still too sensual, too emotion-driven. He amended that by taking hold of her hands and pinning them above her head while keeping his face buried in her neck, but that didn’t help much, and the guilt continued to eat away at him.

He didn’t know if Granger and Weasley were actually a secret couple or were just fuck buddies, but it was clear that she was in love with him, and she was currently expressing that love to him, to Draco, while he was wearing Weasley’s face. He didn’t like how that was making him feel, he didn’t like the guilt it was stirring up in him. It wasn’t supposed to be like this. He’d just wanted to get his rocks off with Granger, not feel her love for the blood-traitor.

He attempted to rectify that the only way he could think of. If she was going to be insistent on this slow and gentle sex, then he would at least let her take charge of it. And so, he released her hands and rolled them over so she was on top. And much to his relief, she pushed herself up into a sitting position so she was straddling him, but then she resumed their love making by slowly moving on top of him, keeping her hips pressed flush against his as she moved them forward and back, keeping him buried deep.

It was a little better, now that she was the one making love to him instead of the other way around. It still had him feeling guilty, but at least not to the extent as when he was actually the one doing it. And so he simply laid there, his hands exploring her body as she steadily moved on him, her hands on his chest as she let out whimpering sounds of pleasure.

Only it didn’t last. It was only a few minutes after he had changed their positions so she was on top that she laid down on him, kissing him deeply before she said, “I want to feel you on top of me.”

He resisted the urge to let out a groan. He really wasn’t winning this. And as long as he was pretending to be Weasley, he was going to have to comply or risk creating a situation that would be problematic. And so, realizing that he was just going to have to stomach the guilt, he reluctantly rolled them over so he was on top once more and resumed their slow sex, pushing away the uncomfortable feeling doing so caused him.

Granger once again wrapped her arms around him, holding him close as they moved in sync. Cradling her head and grasping her shoulder, he bore the guilt he felt as he watched the sweet expressions cross her face, trying to just focus on only the physical pleasure the act brought him. He closed his eyes, hoping to reduce the intimacy at least a little, but as if she had read his mind and was determine to force him to face this head-on, she wouldn’t even let him do that.

“Look at me, Ron,” she said in a whimpering voice.

Silently swearing, he did as she requested. And while he very much enjoyed watching how much she was enjoying their sex, he had to continue to tolerate the guilt he felt in order to appease her. And so they stared into each other’s eyes the entire time, only breaking contact to kiss every so often. And all the while, he internally futilely attempted to fight down the guilt. She just continued to hold onto him as he made love to her, listening to her little sounds of pleasure as her mouth seemed to open more and more each time he rocked his hips into hers until it hung open, her nails grazing his back.

Eventually, she let out a shuddering orgasm, releasing a mumbling whimper as opposed to a pleasured scream as she tightly clung to him, her whole-body shuddering, her nails digging deeply into his back, her eyes seeming to grow wet and glassy. And once her orgasm came to an end, she brought his head down for a deep, leisurely kiss, her other hand gently running up and down his back.

This was too much, even for him. Making Granger cum while simulating making love to her, it was causing the guilt to get to him, and he once again attempted to break the tenderness of their sex and get back to just plain fucking her again, regardless of how she felt on the matter. And so, after he felt enough time had passed, he lifted off her and pushed up onto his knees, placing a hand on her hip in a gesture for her to turn over. “Get on your hands and knees.”

Her eyes widened slightly, possibly at the abruptness in which he switched up the mood after they had just had such intimate sex, which was exactly why he needed to change things up. But then he saw her gaze fill with excitement as she sat up and turned around, presenting her backside to him. Glad that the intimacy seemed to have passed and they could get back to the type of sex he wanted from her, he shuffled closer on his knees, running a hand over her round ass. Unable to resist, he gave it firm smack, causing Granger’s head to fly back as she let out a loud gasp. He wondered if Weasley had ever slapped her ass like that during sex.

Deciding that he didn’t care, because he was going to give her a greater fucking than Weasley ever could, he took hold of his cock, which was completely wet with her juices. He pumped it a few times before pressing it against her entrance, running it up and down her slit in a teasing manner similar to how she did to him. But then he decided to tease her further by taking hold of her ass-cheeks and driving his cock between them as he humped her backside. It was a shame he wouldn’t be able to fuck it, but he felt like that would be going too far for him pretending to be Weasley and how Granger still seemed to be somewhat new to sex in general.

He teased her like this for a short while, driving his cock between the crack of her ass, before she looked back over her shoulder at him. “Ron, don’t tease me,” she said, her voice filled with need.

Oh, man, it was hot to hear her beg for it. But she didn’t need to worry. Not only would he give it to her, he’d give it to her like the bitch she was. And after teasing her for a few more strokes, he grabbed himself and lined up with her entrance. Her pussy lips parted for him and he took hold of her hips before slamming into her in one hard thrust.

Her head snapped forward again and she cried out loudly, a shiver running through her. Draco let out a groan of his own as her body engulfed him. He took a few moments to savor the feeling before he gripped her hips tightly and began thrusting into her. Very quickly, he had her moaning as she pushed back to meet each of his thrusts, the bed once again creaking in time with their movements.

Yes, this was more like it. This was the kind of sex he wanted with her. None of that emotional mess that had him feeling guilty, just meaningless sex. He could go on like this, and he real quickly glanced at his watch again, seeing he had twelve minutes left. He would be cutting it close, but he believed he could wrap this up here and then make a run for it with the excuse that he was rushing to get to Quidditch practice. Hopefully, Granger wouldn’t be expecting to cuddle afterwards, because he would most definitely not have time for that.

Or maybe there was an alternative solution. If he managed to get to his flask, there was just enough Polyjuice Potion in it to maintain his disguise; he’d intentionally filled it up enough just in case something happened where he needed more than an hour. Maybe instead of finishing up and making a run for it, he could take another swig. If he did, he might even be able to fuck Granger even longer. Based on how much she was very obviously enjoying this, she wouldn’t turn down a second round with him. But he wouldn’t worry about that right now. First he would finish fucking her this round, then he would decide what to do next.

Looking down, he watched as his cock pounded into her, admiring the way her labia clung to him whenever he pulled his hips back. He grasped her ass-cheeks tightly, helping to pull her into him with each of his thrusts, and the sound of wet flesh slapping together filled their confined space, which was beginning to feel more and more like a sauna from their trapped body heat building up in it. His gaze traveled up further over her back, and he watched as beads of moisture slid down her sides. Farther up, he saw her sweat-damp hair sticking to her shoulders and back, and he couldn’t resist.

Reaching up, he grabbed a handful of her hair. He took a second handful, scooping up the rest and transferring it to a single hand before pulling back on it. Granger’s back arched as her head was pulled back, and he once again took hold of her waist, using his grip on it and his hold on her hair to help pull her into each of his thrusts. Her head was pulled up at an angle as he kept hold of her hair, pounding into her even harder.

“Oh, God, Ron!” she gasped out in ecstasy.

Hearing her call out Weasley’s name suddenly frustrated him. Yes, that’s who she thought she was fucking, so it made sense that that’s who’s name she would say, but he wanted her to moan out his name, to know that he was the one fucking her better than a novice like Weasley ever could. The surge of anger had him pulling back on her hair even harder, until she was practically facing the ceiling, and he pounded into her all the more.

“Oh, God!” she moaned loudly in response. “Oh, shit! Oh, my God! Harder! Fuck me, Ron! Fuck me!”

Holy shit, it was hot to hear her swear like that. He never would have expected such profanity to fall from Little-Miss-Perfect’s mouth. And the fact that he had been able to get her to swear so colorfully, he swore it made his dick grow ten times harder. He wanted to make her swear more, and so began driving into her even harder than before, practically growling as his hips slammed into her backside. He pushed aside the thought that she was under the impression that she was fucking Weasley, because right now, it was his dick that was inside her, and the moans she was emitting were for him.

Her moans grew even louder at his rougher treatment. Keeping one hand on the bed, she twisted around slightly and reached up with her other hand, placing it on his chest over his racing heart as she watched him fuck her. He released her hip and took hold of her extended arm instead, using his grip on her to jerk her back and forth. For some reason, having her stare at him so lustfully only seemed to anger him all the more, and he suddenly released her hair and grasped the back of her neck, shoving her forward.

He aggressively mashed her face into the mattress, pushing against the back of her head to keep her down. This left her ass sticking up in the air, and he moved over her so he was practically resting his weight against her head. He pounded into her even harder, and practically had her shouting into the mattress. He released her arm and took hold of her hip again. Her hands stretched out above her, taking hold of Weasley’s pillow. She pulled it to her, managing to lift her face enough out of the mattress to bury her face into it as she let out a cry every time he thrusted into her until she eventually bit down on it while seemingly trying to tear it apart with her bare hands.

Releasing her head, Draco took another quick look at the time before wiping the sweat from his forehead and taking hold of her hips again. He was getting close now, and was thrusting into her so aggressively now that it bordered on violent. Granger’s muffled cries continued to fill the small space as she shook her head while still biting down on the pillow like a dog with a chew toy. She eventually released it though and shoved it aside, turning her head to the side as she emitted sounds of pleasure, her hands grabbing hold of the bedsheets and squeezing them.

Behind her, Draco switched things up. Adjusting his legs so hers were between his, he once again grabbed hold of her hair and grasped her shoulder. He abruptly pulled her upright so she was on her knees, and she let out a surprised gasp. One of his arms circled around her to settle on her stomach, the other reaching around to take hold of her chin. He turned her head back so he could kiss her, at least as best as he could in this position, and their tongues danced between them.

In their upright position, her hands reached back to take hold of his hips to help pull him into her. His own hand on her stomach moved down to her clit, and he began flicking his fingers over it. Granger gasped loudly, ending the kiss as her head turned forward. He released her chin and instead grabbed hold of her breast, and her head fell back to rest on his shoulder as they moved together.

It didn’t take long before he had her cumming, and she let out a cry as she released his hips and her arms began reaching out in front of her, almost as if she were flailing about. He kept thrusting into her throughout her orgasm, and they almost fell forward, but their change in position and upright sex had caused them to shuffle forward, and Draco’s hand between her legs came up to catch himself against the wall, his other arm wrapped around her chest, preventing her from falling as he held her to him.

Granger’s own hands came up to brace herself against the wall as well as she jerked in Draco’s arms, letting out choking sounds as her orgasm continued to flow through her. Those sounds slowly gave way to gasps for breath as she jerked in his hold until her body calmed. Draco didn’t give her time to rest; there was none to spare. He simply grasped her breasts with both hands and resumed thrusting into her.

“Ron, wait, I…” she practically whimpered, likely from how sensitive she still was, but trailed off from whatever she was about to say. “Oh, God…”

Draco thrusted up into her. Or more like simply rocked his hips against her. She continued to brace herself against the wall, but her arms slowly slid down it. When she got too low, Draco only paused long enough to back up some, allowing her to drop down so she held herself up on her forearms. He moved further over her, mounting her like an animal as he practically squatted over her. One of his hands kept hold of her breast while the other he brought down to the mattress for balance. He then began rapidly thrusting into her, his sac slapping against her backside in time with his movements.

Her whimpers soon gave way to moans once more as she took everything he dished out. He was getting close, and his thrusting grew wilder and more aggressive, until he eventually forced her to lay flat on her stomach. He simply blanketed her with his body so he was laying fully on top of her. He grasped her shoulder with one hand and wrapped his other arm around her throat, constricting her breathing slightly. She rested her chin on his arm and grasped it as her body moved back and forth on the bed, her legs rising up to kick in the air before dropping back down, only to lift up again.

He was really close now, practically edging. His breathing was coming out in rapid pants and he began growling more so than grunting. Releasing her, he pushed himself upright onto his knees and quickly glanced at the time, seeing that he had seven minutes left. He grasped her ass-cheeks, spreading her wide, and rapidly thrusted into her, practically rutting into her. Granger’s pleasured cries helped to push him along, and he picked up that she was getting close again as well.

She must have realized that he was getting close too, because she began talking through her cries. “Are you close!? Ah! Are you!?”

He let out a groaned, “Y-Yes,” speaking through his clenched teeth, and having no intention of pulling out while she had that Contraceptive Charm in place.

Apparently, she was of a similar mind. “Do it, Ron! Cum in me! Let it out, baby! Oh, God, I want to feel it! Please, cum inside me!”

Her words alone almost did the trick. Hearing Granger’s pleas for him to cum in her, even if she thought she was talking to Weasley, very nearly broke him. Grabbing her arms, he pulled her up so she was on her knees, leaning over her, his hold on her being the only thing to stop her from falling back down onto her stomach. He thrusted into her with everything he had, becoming almost as vocal as her as he came right up to the precipice, trying to get her there too. He lasted as long as he could, but finally reached his limit and let his release flow through him.

His rapid pounding gave way to short deep thrusts as his cock began spurting inside her. He slammed into her a few more times in time with each pulse of his cock before he simply held himself inside her, pulling back on her arms to the point where it may have even been painful for her. She was screaming, but it was undoubtedly a scream of pleasure as his orgasm seemed to set off the one he had been trying to push her towards, and she ended up cumming right along with him as stars began dancing in front of his eyes from the intensity of his release. He got off even more to the thought that not only had he made it so they came together, but that it was the feel of him cumming inside her that had triggered her own orgasm.

He held onto her arms until the last traces of his seed escaped him, wanting to make sure she took every drop. He felt her orgasm come to an end a short while after his own and gave her a few more thrusts before finally releasing her. She immediately fell forward, not even bothering to try and catch herself, and flopped flat on the bed, still trying to catch her breath. The motion caused his semi-hard cock to withdraw from her body, and he fell back to sit on his knees. He was actually surprised he managed to remain upright at all, as that had been, without a doubt, the most incredible orgasm of his life.

The first thing he did once he was able to formulate proper thoughts once more was to check how much time he had left, and he silently swore when he saw that he only had two minutes remaining. Shit, that wasn’t good. He’d never be able to get dressed and make his exit before he changed back to normal. It seemed he would need to get to his remaining Polyjuice Potion after all, otherwise he was in for a world of trouble.

Still breathing heavily, he looked down at Granger, who seemed to be in a daze, her eyes closed in bliss as she appeared to be recovering from the intensity of her orgasm. Figuring that Weasley would probably do something mushy, he leaned over her and pushed her damp hair aside from where it was sticking to her face and placed a kiss to her cheek.

“Stay here,” he told her. “I’ll be right back.”

She kept her eyes closed, but a smile spread across her face as she let out a “Mmm” sound. He then pushed aside the curtains and climbed buck naked out of bed, letting the curtain drop shut behind him. The much cooler air hit his heated skin, sending a shiver through him, but he paid it no mind as he bent down and reached under the bed, pulling out the clothes Granger had shoved under there. He quickly found his pants, feeling around for the flask in his pocket, and pulled it out.

Getting to his feet, he unscrewed the top, but as he did so, he saw that his skin was beginning to ripple, its color becoming paler. With no time to lose, he brought the flask to his lips and titled his head back, downing the rest of the potion. He cringed at the foul cabbage taste as he shook out the last few drops. A few seconds passed and he looked at his hands, watching as his reversion back to himself slowed and then reversed.

With his disguise now back in place and another hour before he turned back to normal, he bent down once more and pulled out his wand. He nonverbally cast Aguamenti, filling the now empty flask with fresh water. He then put his wand back inside his pants pocket and took a sip from the flask, swooshing the water around in his mouth to clear it of the taste of the Polyjuice Potion.

Pushing his clothes back under the bed with his foot, he walked back over to the window and looked outside to the Quidditch pitch. He could see that the Gryffindor team was still hard at work practicing. His gaze found the dot that was Weasley, or at least who he assumed was Weasley, as it was hovering by the goal posts. He couldn’t help but wonder what the blood-traitor would think if he ever found out that while he had been practicing for some game that he, Draco Malfoy, had been fucking Granger’s brains out in his own bed.

He felt a prick of guilt brush against his conscience for his deception in how he had banged the mudblood without her knowing it was really him, but he pushed it aside as he reminded himself that he was a Death Eater now and was going to do far worse than some deceptive sex. Like murder.

He also reminded himself that Granger was just a mudblood, and thought about how she had been writhing with pleasure as he made her cum again and again, and that she would never even know it had really been him she had been with. Plus, he’d really needed to get his rocks off with how stressed he’d been, and he’d been able to get his lusting after her out of his system on top of it. So it had actually been a good thing all around, or so he told himself.

“Ron?”

He glanced at her to see her poking her head out from behind the curtains. His cock began to twitch back to life as he took in how sexy she looked in her disheveled, post-sex appearance, and he practically groaned as she reached up and brushed a lock of her matted sweat-soaked hair off her dripping face from where it was sticking to her flushed cheek.

Shit, so maybe he hadn’t completely fucked her out of his system just yet. Well, that was just fine, because he now had another hour to kill. Based on how thoroughly he’d fucked her and the number of times he made her cum, not to mention how hard, he was sure she wouldn’t object. And so he took another sip of water to rinse his mouth out some more as he looked out the window again.

In the reflection of the glass, he saw Granger glance at the door before slipping out of bed and making her way over to him, leaning her head on his shoulder as she too looked out the window. “What are you looking at?”

“Just the team,” he replied nonchalantly. “They’re really going hard.”

“Do you need to get down to them now?”

He looked at his watch, calculating what time the Polyjuice Potion’s effects would run out at. “Actually, I was thinking, Po–Harry did book the field for the whole day. That does give me plenty of time to practice. I figure I could spare another hour.”

He glanced at her with a suggestive look and watched as her eyes lit up and a smile grazed her lips. “Is that so?”

Taking one last drink, he finished off his water and tossed the flask aside. “Yes, it is.”

He then reached out and took her face in his hands before kissing her. She immediately kissed him back, her arms circling around his neck. As they snogged, he pushed her to walk backwards, turning them so her back hit the wall, sandwiching her between it and his body. He pressed himself up against her, releasing her face as his hands began traveling over her body. She kept her arms wrapped around him as her hands began sliding over his shoulders and back. Between them, his cock reared back to life, growing to its full length, and he jabbed her lower stomach with it, letting her feel what she had done to him.

She let out a gasp and he moved away from her lips, going down to her throat, and he began kissing and lapping at her neck as he humped against her. “Say you want me.”

Another gasp escaped her as he nipped her neck. “I want you,” she said breathlessly.

He brought his lips up to her ear. “Tell me to fuck you.”

A light whimper escaped her, but a moment later she complied. “I want you to fuck me.”

Merlin’s beard, that was hot to hear, even if she thought she was saying it to Weasley. He intended to give her exactly what she asked for though and reached down to hook a hand beneath her leg, lifting it and wrapping it around his waist, allowing him thrust directly against her core.

“Ron, wait,” she gasped out. “We can’t. Not here.”

“But we already did,” he told her, speaking against her neck.

He then wasted no time, adjusting his hips and driving up into her. Granger’s head fell back against the wall and her eyes practically rolled up into the back of her head. Draco rotated his hips against her before he began thrusting. Granger slid up and down the wall as she balanced on one leg, the other one still wrapped around his hip.

“That’s not… what I… meant…” she gasped out. “We should go… back on– Oh, God –the bed… S-Someone might… come in and… ah… see us…”

He supposed she had a point. And it’d be really bad if some Gryffindor who knew for a fact that the real Weasley was down at the pitch were to come in and see a duplicate Weasley with their dick buried balls-deep in Granger like this. But still, now that he’d started again, he didn’t want to stop; it just felt too damn good inside her. And even she, despite her protests of him taking her against the wall like this, was still clinging to him as if her life depended on it.

“Ok,” he said, even as he continued to thrust into her. “But just a little bit longer.”

Her only response was a pleasured moan as he kept her pinned to the wall. He silenced anything further she might say by slamming his lips to hers, forcing his tongue into her mouth. She let out another moan that he swallowed down as she curled her tongue against his, and they dueled in each other’s mouths as their lips moved together, his hips still pounding into hers. And when they finally came apart for air, he buried his face in her neck, sucking at her damp skin, causing her to released more sounds of pleasure.

After about a minute of this, she finally spoke up again. “Ron, please. Oh! The bed.”

“Fine,” he grumbled, deciding not to put it off any longer, less he actually upset her. “Hold on.”

Reaching down, he hiked up her other leg so it was wrapped around his waist as well. He then cupped her ass and moved away from the wall while carrying her, his dick still buried in her depths. She let out a gasp as she clung to him, and he walked them back over to Weasley’s bed, climbing up onto it while keeping hold of her.

He shuffled to the middle of the bed on his knees, and Granger reached behind him to close the curtains. She only got it part of the way and Draco reached back to shut them completely, closing them into the dim space once more. Granger let her legs come down so they were kneeling in front of each other, his cock still inside her. Draco massaged her ass-cheeks, grinding their nether regions together, then reached down to prop up one of her legs so she had one foot flat on the mattress. He then resumed thrusting into her, keeping a hand on her ass to encourage her to match his pace.

Yes, this had definitely been the right call. Now he had another whole hour to spend fucking Granger out of her mind. Because, damn, relatively new to sex or not, did she know how to screw. That first round with her had probably been the best sex of his life; exploding inside her the way he had had certainly been the hardest he’d ever cum in his life, and he couldn’t wait to do it again. But that wouldn’t be for a while yet. He had about an hour of impersonating Weasley to kill, and he planned on spending as much of it buried inside Granger as possible.

Having already gotten her worked up when he’d started fucking her against the wall, it didn’t take long for her to get lost in her pleasure. Shortly after having brought this back to the bed, she shifted closer, practically crawling up his body, forcing him to sit back on his legs as she straddled him as best as she could, her arms around his neck as she attacked his mouth.

Cupping her ass, he bounced her against him until he started to lose feeling in his legs. He shifted beneath her into a sitting position, her bent knees on either side of him. She leaned back, holding onto his shoulder with one hand as she reached back with the other to brace herself against the mattress. Then they began thrusting their hips at each other with Draco pushing and pulling her against him with his hands on her lower back in time with their thrusts.

She held onto his shoulder to help her thrust herself against him until her orgasm hit, then she dropped back to land on her forearms as she practically flopped around like a fish out of water. And when she finally settled down, he shifted her onto her side before rising up onto his knees now that his legs had feeling in them again and shuffling closer, hugging her leg to his chest as threw his own leg over the one she still had down on the bed and resumed thrusting into her.

She hadn’t even fully recovered from her orgasm yet, and he quickly had her loudly moaning again in no time. Her hands grabbed at the blankets, squeezing and twisting them around as her whole body rocked in time with his thrusts, taking everything he gave her. He forcefully slammed into her, making her grunt with every thrust as he let out a simultaneous similar sound while squeezing her leg against his chest. Her grunts and moans quickly evolved into pleasure cries, and in what had to be only a few short minutes, he watched as her eyes rolled up into the back of her head as another climax tore through her.

Allowing her a brief time to recover, he released her leg and pulled out of her. He watched as she continued to shudder in ecstasy before moving to lay down next to her. She was still lying on her side as he settled down behind her, her back to his front so they were spooning. And once she had calmed down and he deemed that she had recovered enough, he took hold of himself and slipped back inside her, making her emit a mumbled moan.

Placing a hand on her hips, he began moving her so she rocked against him. About a minute or two later, she began to respond. She sat up partly, lifting her head, allowing him to wrap an arm around her and grasp her breast. His other hand moved from her hip to lift her leg into the air and he began thrusting into her. Granger made sounds of delight as she reached back with one hand to cup his face as the other twisted the sheets in her grasp.

And so it went on. And it was fucking incredible, even if he did have to hear her call out Weasley’s name every now and then. There was no teasing or foreplay this time, just an hour of hardcore fucking in different positions and paces, taking turns of who was in control of their sex. Draco made full use of the hour he had thoroughly fucking Granger to orgasm again and again, changing positions every so often. He actually managed to make her cum six more times during that period, including making her squirt twice, while his stamina allowed him to hold out after having cum two times during their first round. Every now and then, he would discreetly check his watch to see how much time he had left.

Towards the end, he was on top of her as she laid on her back, the nails of one of her hands scratching into his back as her other hand grasped one of his ass-cheeks, pulling him into her with every thrust. One of his arms was hooked beneath her leg, pulling it up towards her head as he rutted into her. They snogged all the while, their tongues dancing together until they had to come apart for air. He took that moment to check how he was doing on time, releasing her leg in the process, and it dropped back down to the bed.

A quick glance at his watch told him he had fourteen minutes left. He knew he could no longer hold back anymore. And so, he hooked his arms beneath hers, grasped her shoulders, and really began going at it, holding nothing back. He poured everything into her, all his stress, his anger, his worry, his fear, his excitement, everything. He expressed it all with his body, completely letting loose, and he furiously thrusted into her like a mad man, rushing for that end.

To her credit, Granger took everything he gave her. Her hand released his ass and came up by her other one to dig her nails deep into his flesh as her legs moved to wrap around his waist, her heels locking together as she used them to pull him into her with every thrust. Her nails dug even deeper into his back, certain to leave scratch marks as she panted and moaned loudly in his ear. Her cries got even louder at her own approaching orgasm as she hugged him desperately, no longer able to keep up with his furious pace.

Draco was becoming more vocal himself as he buried his face in the crook of her neck. His pounding became even more aggressive as he rushed for that glorious release. He pushed for Granger to get there too as her legs squeezed his waist and her nails scratched at his back. She was close as well, her inner walls tightening around him further, milking his length as they seemed to be trying to suck him in deeper, and he felt her grow wetter. The cries she was letting out grew more desperate as she hugged him tightly, her whole-body jerking with the force of his thrusts.

“R-Ron!” she gasped out. “Oh! I’m going to cum again!”

He was on the verge of doing so as well; it was a losing battle. “So am I…” he grunted out.

Her legs locked around him even tighter, making sure he couldn’t pull away. “In me. Oh, God! In me!”

Like last time, her words almost set him off, and he bit the inside of his cheek to hold off his orgasm as long as he could. But less than thirty seconds later, her own orgasm hit, and she screamed in his ear. The feel of her cumming around him absolutely shattered his stamina, and he let out a grunting cry of his own that was completely lost over hers before slamming his lips against hers, forcing his tongue into her mouth as he swallowed her scream.

His orgasm tore through him almost violently as he pressed his hips to hers, burying himself as deep in her as possible. The head of his cock pressed up against her cervix, shooting his release directly into her womb with powerful spurts as her inner walls milked him for every drop of his pure-blood seed as if her ovaries were thirsty for it. It was a real good thing she had that Contraceptive Charm in place.

“Fuuuuuck!” he groaned, tearing his lips from hers as he jerked against her while she shook violently beneath him, held in place by his weight as she continued to wail in pleasure. He made sure to keep his hips pressed firmly against hers until the last traces of his seed escaped him and his cock finally stopped spurting. His strength completely gave out and he collapsed on top of her as spasms continued to wrack her body.

It took nearly a full minute after he collapsed on top of her for Granger’s body to completely go still. And while her hold on him loosened, she continued to hold onto him afterwards, but eventually her legs dropped from around his waist, followed by her arms a short while after that. The two of them simply laid there in a sweaty pile, their hearts still racing, their breathing still heavy, but slowly calming.

Draco was completely blissed out from his climax, feeling better and more at ease than he had in months. That had, undoubtedly, been the best sex of his life, not to mention his strongest orgasm ever. Who would have thought that he’d find that with Granger of all people, or that the mudblood bookworm could be such a freak in bed. The only thing that could have made this better would have been if he had been able to fuck her with his own body. But then, he’d never would have been able to fuck her at all if he’d looked like himself. So, win some, lose some.

“My God…” Granger muttered, still sounding breathless. “That was incredible. Easily the best sex we’ve ever had by far. I’ve never cum like that before, or so many times. I swear, I can’t feel my legs.”

Draco couldn’t help but grin at that. He’d set out to give Granger the fucking of her life, and he’d certainly done that. And while he wished he could continue to lay here and bask in the afterglow of their sex, he knew that time was still ticking, and he lifted his head out of the curve of her neck to check it. He saw that he had six minutes left. He’d cut it close, but it should be enough time to get dressed and get out before the Polyjuice Potion wore off. So much for checking out Gryffindor Tower, but this had definitely been worth it.

“Yeah, that was definitely the best sex of my life too,” he replied truthfully in response to what she had said. “Guess I was all amped up for practice, which I really need to get to by the way. I’ve definitely been gone for too long; the team will probably be angry with me.”

She sighed beneath him. “Yeah, I guess so. Sorry for keeping you.”

He couldn’t help but to smirk down at her at that. “Don’t be, it was more than worth it. I’ll just say I got held up by one of the professors or something. Don’t even mention that we met up; no need to get anyone upset with you, or get them talking about us.”

She smiled as well. “That’s probably for the best since we’re still keeping this from everyone.” Then she gave him a curious look. “We are still keeping this a secret, right?”

Ah, so he had been right. They were secretly friends with benefits, maybe even a secret couple. But how to respond to that? It would probably be best to tell her to keep their relationship a secret, otherwise she might reveal it thinking she and the real Weasley had talked it over and agreed to come out, which would only leave the blood-traitor confused and asking questions.

“Probably for the best,” he told her. “Don’t you think?”

She let out another sigh. “Yeah. It still feels too soon after you and Lavender broke up, and she’s still jealous and resentful enough towards me as it is. Plus, I don’t want to make things weird between us and Harry, especially with everything he’s dealing with.”

Draco couldn’t imagine what Dumbledore’s golden boy could possibly be dealing with, but he could see how it would make things weird between the three of them, as it would essentially make the so-called Chosen One a third wheel in their best friend group if Granger and Weasley ended up becoming a couple. But still, Weasley had to be an idiot. If he really were the blood-traitor, never mind keeping being fuck buddies with Granger a secret, he’d never let her leave the bedroom, regardless of how awkward it made things between their friend group.

“Well then,” he said, “I best head down to the Quidditch pitch.”

She nodded. “And I guess I’ll head to the library. I’m just going to grab a quick shower first. Can you let me know if the coast is clear?”

He nodded and reluctantly rolled off her, his softened member pulling free of her warm body, already making him miss her wet heat. They both really needed a shower right now actually, but he didn’t have time for that and would have to settle for a quick Scourgify. Besides, he was supposedly heading down to the Quidditch pitch for several hours of practice, where he would just be getting dirty all over again.

Pushing open the curtains, he pulled his clothes out from under the bed and grabbed his wand. With two quick spells, he cleaned himself up and removed any markings Granger had left on his body; he would take a proper shower later. He then quickly dressed before checking the time again, seeing that he had three minutes left. Just barely enough time.

“I’ll go check to make sure the common room is clear,” he told her, and made his way over to the door.

Behind him, the curtains opened and a naked Granger climbed out of bed. She gathered up her own clothes, holding them to her chest, and took up her wand. With a quick wave of it, Weasley’s bed cleaned and fixed itself up, returning to the state it had been in prior to them bringing their activities to it.

With no time to spare, he made his way down to the common room. He didn’t see anyone in it, and so called up to Granger. “Ok, you’re good to come down.”

Less than a minute later, she did. She too took a quick look around the common room as well before seemingly nodding to herself. She then turned to him and pressed a quick kiss to his cheek.

“Good luck with practice,” she told him. “Sorry if anyone gives you a hard time for being gone for so long.”

He shrugged, knowing it actually wasn’t an issue. “It’ll be fine. Just don’t even bring up me being late at all. There’s no reason you should even know after all; mentioning it might just tip people off that we were together.”

She blushed at his words, but nodded in agreement. “Yeah, I guess you’re right. I’ll see you later. Wish me luck in the library.”

She headed off after that, going up to the girl’s dormitory. And that was that. Knowing he had no time to spare, he exited Gryffindor Tower, just as he felt his skin start to tingle as he began to shift back. He made a mad dash for the closet he had hid in when he initially took the Polyjuice Potion, closing the door behind him as his skin began to ripple.

Within the safe confines of the closet, he braced himself against the wall as he fully shifted back to himself. And once he was back to normal, he changed his clothes back to his Slytherin robes.

Once he was finished, he let out a sigh, resting against the wall and letting his head fall back against it. He’d cut things way too close time-wise.  Both times actually. But damn if it hadn’t been worth it. Fucking Granger had been nothing short of incredible, better than anything he could have ever hoped for. And while he didn’t really get to investigate Gryffindor Tower to find anything he could use for his mission, this had been so much better. Not that just because it had been a major reliever for his stress, or because he got to satiate his lust for Granger, and not even because he felt like he had gotten to stick it to both Weasley and Granger at the same time, but because the mudblood had been the best lay he’d ever had, one he would aways remember. Who’d have thought.

Closing his eyes, he reminisced on everything that had happened in the past two hours, going over every erotic detail. He may not have been able to stand her as a person, but as a lover, Granger had been nothing short of amazing, even with her limited bedroom skills. It was really too bad he wouldn’t get to experience it with her again, but he knew that sex with her was something he would never forget.

When he had enough reminiscing, he let out a sigh and pushed off the wall. So finding something useful in Gryffindor Tower had been a bust. It would have been unlikely that he would find anything useful in there that could help him kill Dumbledore anyway; he’d just figured it’d be worth taking a look. He should be focusing on coming up with a plan that could actually work, or just finish repairing the Vanishing Cabinet. Maybe now that he’d relieved his stress, he’ll be able to think clearer and actually accomplish that.

Opening the door, he glanced around to make sure the coast was clear before he began making his way down the hall. But just as he was turning the corner, he ended up colliding with someone. Both he and the person stumbled back from the impact, but he recovered quickly and turned to them to tell them to watch where they were going, only to freeze when he saw that it was none other than Granger. Apparently, her shower had been a quick one due to her eagerness to get to the library.

“I’m sorry,” she said quickly. “I was in a hurry and– Oh, it’s you.”

She scowled at him, not looking the least bit pleased to see him; further evidence that she’d never let the real him touch her. She’d cleaned up well though, apparently having even magically dried her hair after her shower since it wasn’t even damp, and she’d clearly removed any marks he’d left on her, otherwise there’d surely be a love bite on her neck from when he’d been sucking on it.

Unable to hold back a smile at the irony of them running into each other like this, he crossed his arms and smirked at her. “Granger, fancy meeting you here. Where are you off to?”

Fixing him with a glare, she bent down and picked up the book she’d dropped from their collision, the same one she had showed him back in Gryffindor Tower. “Not that it’s any of your business, but I’m going to the library.”

He raised an eyebrow. “Oh? And what’s the hurry?”

Her cheeks colored. “Nothing, I just wanted to get there earlier but got… held up. What’s it to you?”

He shrugged. “Nothing. I was just wondering since you look rather flushed.”

She hadn’t, not up until her previous comment, but he couldn’t resist teasing her. And at his remark, her entire face turned beet red. “I am not! I’m just… in a hurry! Now, if you’ll excuse me!”

She rushed past him, her face still glowing red. Draco couldn’t hide the smirk on his face as he watched her scurry off. Her disgust and disdain for him was more than obvious, yet she had no idea that the two of them had just had the most mind-blowing sex of their lives not too long ago. He wondered how she would feel to know that she was currently carrying a load of his seed in her stomach and two more loads in her womb, not to mention just how eager she had been to receive those loads after he had given her several orgasms during the best sex she’d ever had; her words. Such dramatic irony.

With a shake of his head, he put it out of mind, at least for the time being; he could reminisce on it some more later. For now, he still had a mission to accomplish. It was time to get back to repairing the Vanishing Cabinet. But boy had this certainly been a great benefit of the job.

THE END

(A/N: Well, there you go, a little behind the scenes moment that happened between Draco and Hermione without anyone knowing except for Draco. Could you see him doing something like this at this point in time in the series? It wasn't exactly non-con, but it was more along the lines of rape/dubious by deception, even though she was the one who went after him thinking he was Ron; he just went along with it, both to keep his cover and because he convinced himself it would be the best course of action. Logic loop much? And neither she nor anyone else will know. You know, the spells and potions available in the series really would make it easy for people to get away with things like this. It's kind of disturbing if you think about it. But with that, I'm bringing this story to a close. Let me know what you think.)