It had been almost a monthby Dracos
calculationssince he had pulled his mother out of that madhouse
and approached the Order of the Phoenix, asking them for sanctuary.
Hed known that Potter would not turn him away, but the
rest of the Order had proved less welcoming than hed hoped.
Hed offered them information and a willing wand in return
for his mothers safety. Theyd taken his information
and given him two connecting cells in the attic of 12 Grimmauld
Place, withbesides three decent meals a daya chess
set, a handful of books, and a skylight through which, when he
did his daily pull-ups, hanging from the window frame, he could
sometimes catch a glimpse of Muggle London.
Every morning, Hermione Granger came into his cell, unsealed
the connecting door, and allowed his mother to join him; every
night, she ushered his mother back through the same door, re-sealed
it, and closed and warded his own door from the outside.
He watches her seal his mothers door as usual, and its
a moment or two before he realises that shes casting an
additional spella soundproofing charmand his body
prepares for fight or flight.
Shes tiny, but she has a wand, and he knows how quick and
fierce she is. He remembers the times hes taunted her, the
names hes called her, and he remembers how angrily she once
lashed out at him, and how, with a single punch, she left him
sprawling on the ground.
He looks from the skylight to the door, and back again, and he
knows that he has no chance, but he doubts that shell
harm his mother.
He braces himself.
I want to ask you a favour, she says.
To his relief, she has lowered her wand hand.
Can I ask you a favour?
What can I do, locked up in here?
He notices that her hand has started trembling.
The thing is, she begins. Then she sighs, and starts
again. Im seventeen, she says, and were
fighting a war, and Ive never... She stops, and tries
a third time. Everyone says that you...
He frowns, unable to make any sense of her babbling, until she
says, clearly but oh so quietly, Will you have sex with
She turns, and he can see that shes trying to meet his
gaze but failing, and its hard to believe that anybodys
face can be so red, but thats enough to convince him that
shes completely serious. And its been months since
hes had a shag, so his bodys shouting, Yes, yes,
yes, even with Granger! But hes not as confident as
he used to be, and his heads urging caution.
He stares at her, dumbfounded.
Well then, she says, and he thinks he sees tears
in her eyes, I suppose that answers that! She
flounces towards the door.
Granger! He still has Seekers hands, and he
catches her, and whirls her round. Why? he demands.
Ive already said! she snaps.
What? That youre seventeen
No! That youre supposed to be
She doesnt answer.
Good at it! she bellows. A bloody expert!
She throws his hands off, and tries to leave again, but he grabs
her round the waist and, pulling her back, accidentally crushes
her against his growing erection.
A shudder ripples through her entire body, and hes surprised
how much it intrigues him. All right, he says. Ill
do it for you.
He leads her to his bed and, holding her at arms length,
he considers his options.
If he were to throw her on her face, and shag her doggy style,
it wouldnt be anything more than she deserves, with her
fucking, insulting Will you do me a favour crap, would
But he has a reputation for being good in bed, and this is her
first time, so shes bound to remember itshit, shell
probably tell people about it. And, besides, he hassometimeswondered
what it would be like to shag the little mudblood princess, and
he has to admit that shes really not that bad looking when
shes not squirming about with her hand in the air, sucking
up to some teacher.
So he leans in, and he kisses hernothing fancy, no tonguejust
a thorough and (he thinks) quite satisfying kiss.
There is absolutely no response.
She stands rigid, with her hands at her sides, like a bloody
Granger! He pushes her away, absolutely furious.
She begged him for it, and now shes rejecting his fucking
charity? Go and find Weasley, he yells. Or Potter.
Because this wont work if you dont make any
Shes horrified. I could never do it with Harry...
Why not? Why not fucking Weasley?
I want you!
You dont like me! You dont even like me kissing
I dont like anyone kissing me!
He frowns, thoroughly confused.
Can I undress you now? she asks, as though the last
minute had never happened.
He stares at her. Shes fucking crazyso crazy, it
must be fucking catching, because he lets her move in and, before
he knows what hes doing, hes lifting his arms to give
her better access. She unbuttons his shirt and slides the fabric
over his chest, and he feels her fingers exploring his muscles,
and thats when he realises that shes enjoying herself.
Of course, shes still got her learning hat onshes
still using him to learn about sexbut, even
so, its obvious that Granger really does fancy him.
In fact, shes bloody drooling over him.
And hes not sure how he feels about that, but his cock
is certainly happy with it.
She unbuckles his belt, and starts unbuttoning his fly, and he
puts his hands on his hips, and braces his legs and, closing his
eyes, he wonders, with a smirk, what shell do when she actually
sees his cock, because he seriously doubts that shes ever
seen a hard-on before.
Then she pulls his trousers open, and his cock springs free,
and he hears her sharp intake of breath and grins...
But not for long.
Because something warm and wet and unbearably soft touches
it, then presses a kiss to it, and then fucking engulfs it. Granger!
he shrieks, grasping her head, and pulling away from her in shock.
I thought this was your first time!
She frowns up at him. (Shes on her knees, for Merlins
sake!) It is.
Then how do you know...? Fucking hell. You
read it up.
Of course I did.
Of course she did. Im one of her bloody projects.
So you know what will happen if you carry on like that,
he says, and hes annoyed that, because of his anger, he
sounds so breathless.
Of course I do. Dont you want me to? She looks
He swallows hard. This is supposed to be about your
virginity, he says, as calmly as he can. Im
supposed to be fucking you. He drags her back to
You can do that after, she argues.
Im not spending all night on this!
Why not? Arent I better than your hand?
For a moment, hes speechless. Then, You read too
fucking much, Granger.
She steps right up to him and, stretching herself to her full
height, she hisses in his face, All right then. Fuck me
He pulls her shirt open and tries to kiss her breastswhich,
hes surprised to find, are really quite nicebut she
doesnt seem interested in that, even when he pulls her bra
aside and sucks at her nipples; and when he slides his finger
between her legs and touches her there, she just wriggles
and laughs, as though hes tickling her. So, in desperation,
he settles himself between her thighs and, telling her to guide
him in, he presses his cock against her pussy.
To his amazement, she sighs then, with unmistakable pleasure,
andto his double amazementhe finds that shes
already soaking wet.
It will hurt, he says.
I know, she answers. Do it fast.
More bloody book-learning.
He slides his hands beneath her, grasps her waist, and steadies
himself. He really wants to close his eyes, because he knows that
shell be watching him, butsomehowthat
seems wrong, so he looks down at her, even though being on the
receiving end of that determined gaze is almost more than he can
Now, she mouths.
He thrusts, hard and deep.
And the scream thats ripped out of her is something primal;
its worse than an unforgivable curse; its terrifying.
But, when he tries to pull out of her, her little hands grab his
arse, and hold him in.
No, she growls, Im all right.
And you promised!
I did not promise!
You said. You said you would, Malfoy.
He feels sick.
And he can only thank Merlin that she cast that soundproofing
charm or his mother would be banging on the door, and Potter would
running up the stairs, preparing a killing curse. It should be
enough to make a man wilt, but Grangers hands are working
on his buttocks and, instead of softening, hes amazed to
feel himself getting harder.
Please, she murmurs.
And then she smiles up at him, and its the sexiest, most
perverted thing hes ever seen.
His mouth is dry.
He doesnt stand a chance.
He closes his eyeshes earned that muchand,
lifting himself up on his hands, he withdraws a little, and thrusts.
Oh! She sounds surprised.
He does it again, trying to keep it slow, and as gentle as he
Oh, thats... Her hands grasp his hips,
and guide him. Yes, Malfoy... Like that... But harder...
A few more thrusts, and shes gasping and moaningall
hot and tight and blissfully responsiveand hes really
starting to enjoy himself.
Look at me, Malfoy, she whispers. Please...
So he opens his eyes, and he immediately regrets it, because
what he sees makes his heart twist in his chest.
Her eyes are sparkling and her cheeks are flushed, her damned
bushy hair is spread out all over his pillow, her tits are fucking
gorgeous, and shes gazing up at him like hes
some sort of hero...
And all these stupid feelings burst from his heart and shoot
right down into his balls.
He stops, abruptly.
Nothing, he says. I just need to rest for a
Her little forehead creasesmaybe shes making a mental
notebut its so pretty, he cant help leaning
down and kissing her nose, and then kissing her mouth.
And she wraps her arms around his neck and, this time, she kisses
After that, its real.
He gathers her up, and they make love.
He gently takes control, shifting them from one position to the
next as she tells him, at first in halting whispers, what she
needs. She makes him feel powerful, but tender, and when, at last,
she climaxes, shes so beautiful, and hes so proudof
her, and of himselfthat he knows that nothing will ever
be the same again.
They play kiss or tell, sharing the biscuits he was saving for
tomorrow, and he lets her give him a blow jobwhich, he has
to admit, is thoroughly amazingand he makes love to her
a second timewhich is also amazing, because there are times
when their bodies seem to move together as oneand she agrees
to call him Draco, but only when theyre intimateand
then he slides back inside her, and he realises that, between
them, theyve discovered her deepest, darkest secret.
Hermione Granger loves cock.
Your cock, she corrects, still blushing when
she says the c-word.
Hes pretty big, and shes small, but she pushes herself
down on him, and squeezes herself around him, and hes convinced
that she would take his entire body inside her if that were remotely
She tells him its the best feeling in the world.
Better than coming? he asks.
She thinks about it. You can always come by yourself,
she says, shyly.
Then she rises up and, straddling him, she gently rocks her hips
back and forth, just enough to let him feel how their bodies
are interlocked, and shes so warm, and so tight, and so
velvety that hes forced to agree with her.
Later, when the sun is rising, he leans over her, and watches
He knows its time to wake herhe knows that she must
leave him now, and go downstairs so that she can come back up,
and unseal the doors, and let his mother out, and make it look
as though nothing has happened between themand he just cant
bring himself to do it.
After hours of turning it over in his mind, he cant see
any way forwardeither Voldemort will win, and he and Granger
will be dead, or Potter will win, and he will probably be in Azkaban.
They have no future.
And he so wants them to have a future.
Whats wrong? she sighs, and it startles him,
because shes managed to wake up without him noticing.
She knows hes lying, but she runs her thumb across his
chin and says, You need a shave. Shes looking
at him as if growing a beard is something exceptionally clever,
and it almost breaks his heart.
So he tells her the truth. Ive been wondering where
we go from here, he says.
Well, she answers, smiling as she slides her arms
around his neck, I have to go for now, but,she
brushes her lips across his bristly cheekIll
be back tonight.
She lets him hug her for a moment, then she breaks away, gets
out of bed, cleans and dresses herself, and leaves, pausing at
the door to blow him a final kiss.
When shes gone, he leans back on his pillow and, with arms
folded behind his head, he thinks some more.
It doesnt take him long to decide that shes right.
Why worry about some unknown future when you can have tonight?
Why worry, whenif youre luckyyoull have
another tonight tomorrow, and another the day after
that, and then another, and another, and another...
He turns onto his side and, glowing with anticipation, he settles
down for a nap. With all those tonights coming up,
hed better get some rest.