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"I’m a Malfoy, Granger. Do you think I can’t get through my own house undetected?’ He looked offended.
"So you’re here. What now?’ She asked, staring at him.
’Now, Granger, I say ’I told you so.″ He glared down at her. ’What part of "stay the fuck away from the Slytherins’ was so hard for you to follow?′ He demanded.
"You didn’t say why, Malfoy.’ She crossed her arms across her chest with a huff. "If you didn’t want me captured, you should’ve warned me about this to begin with.’
Malfoy ran a hand through his hair, frustration clear on his face. ’We were forced to swear an oath to keep the secret, Granger. I couldn’t tell you about it, so I tried to scare you off instead. Should’ve known it would only egg you on. Fucking Gryffindor!′ He sneered at her.
’Why do you care, Malfoy?′ she asked softly, hope kindling in her heart.
"I care, Granger, because I don’t want the Dark -I don’t want Voldemort back!’ He spun away from her angrily. "He destroyed my family the last time he came back. I don’t want that to happen again.’
She reached for him through the bars, placing her hand on his arm. "I’m sorry, Malfoy,’ she whispered sadly. "I guess I should’ve listened to you.’
"Yes, you should’ve.’ He replied evenly, turning back to her. "I’d help you escape if I could, but Zabini would know it was me in a second. I can’t risk that.’
"Then can you get a message to the Order?’ She asked, eyeing him hopefully.
"We have spies in the Order as well, Granger. I’m under scrutiny till Halloween anyway, since I tried to tip you off. I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have come.’ He turned to go, head bowed.
He had only gone two steps when Hermione called out to him. "Wait, Malfoy!’
He looked over his shoulder at her, eyebrows raised in question.
"There’s still a way out,’ she breathed, not believing she was about to suggest this, but too desperate to pass up an opportunity.
"I’m certain Zabini would have thought of everything, Granger. There’s nothing I can do for you.’
"You can take my virginity,’ she replied, surprised at how brash she sounded. Like she was asking him to lend her a cloak or something.
"No.’ Malfoy stared at her, his face pale. "Don’t be disgusting, Granger.’
"Why not?’ She demanded, crossing her arms over her chest. "You know the Potion won’t work if I’m not a virgin.’
"I... I can’t, Granger.’ He looked up at her with such a pained expression it made the turmoil Hermione was feeling give way to utter surprise.
Then a thought struck her, and she grew even more furious. "Why? Are you that revolted by the thought of being with an ugly, filthy Mudblood? Enough that you’d rather Voldemort returned?’
Malfoy flinched under her angry gaze. ’I don’t think you’re ugly or filthy, Granger,′ he said softly, taking her hand in his. "But I respect you too much to take something like that from you. You may think you want this now, but you’ll hate me in the long run.’
’The long run?′ Hermione snorted, bemused. "I’m going to die in two days’ time either way, Malfoy. I’d rather not unleash Voldemort in the process. I want to do this.′ She squeezed Malfoy’s hand softly.
Malfoy hesitated. "I’ll think about it,’ he replied, not meeting her eyes.
He tried to move away, but her arms trapped his wrists, stopping him. "What are you afraid of?’ she asked, searching his face for some indication for the reason behind his hesitation.
Malfoy shook his head, grimacing. ’What have our lives come to, Granger? Here you are, practically begging me to rape you. Don’t you dare say it isn’t rape,′ he cut her off as she opened her mouth to protest. ’I’ve done many bad things under The Da-Voldemort, but rape is something I have not had to stoop to. Yet.′ He shut his eyes, pinching the bridge of his nose as if pained by the idea. "If I do this, how am I any better than Rabastan Lestrange?’
It was Hermione’s turn to grimace. "You heard about that?’ she asked.
’Everyone and their kneazles heard about that, Granger. Zabini told all the Death Eaters about it, both as a punishment to Rabastan and a warning to the others.′
"Well, you’re better than Lestrange, Malfoy. I had to seduce him. But I’m only asking you. Think of it as a friend asking a friend for a favour.’
"When was the last time you asked Potter or Weasley for such favours?’ Malfoy snorted, shaking his head. "No, Granger. We aren’t friends. There’s too much history.’
"An accomplice, then,’ she persisted. "Partners in crime.’ She gave him a pleading look.
Malfoy shook his head. "Fine. Whatever. I’ll come back after everyone’s asleep or something,’ he muttered, escaping her grasp, his eyes not meeting hers.
Hermione opened her mouth, but he silenced her with a glared warning. ’Do not say thank you, Granger. This situation is too screwed up as it is, and you have more to lose than I do. Clear?′
Hermione nodded quickly. "See you tonight, then,’ she murmured instead.
Malfoy grimaced, and she watched him disappear down the corridor, wondering how she was able to bargain over something so personal with such complete detachment.
 Malfoy returned three hours later, after Daphne had come and gone with dinner and Zabini had finished his nightly inspection.
"Are you sure about this, Granger?’ He asked once he was in her cell, shedding his outer cloak that he had thrown over his pyjamas. His eyes begged her to say she’d changed her mind, even as he took his wand out and cast Imperturbable and Silencing Charms around them, followed by a Cushioning Charm on the floor of her cell.
"I want this,’ she repeated confidently.
"There’s no going back once it’s done,’ he murmured uncertainly, almost to himself.
"I know.’ She replied without missing a beat.
"But-’ he began, but she cut him off crossly.
’Stop procrastinating and just fuck me already, Malfoy.′ She couldn’t keep the impatience out of her tone.
He stared at her, caught off guard. He’d never thought he’d hear such words from the Gryffindor Princess, as he’d dubbed her in his head, but then he’d never expected to find himself in such an unusual predicament either. But something about the way she said the words struck a chord within him.
"You’ve given up on yourself, haven’t you?’ His awed, almost reverent tone unnerved her.
"What do you mean?’ She hedged, moving closer to him and beginning to unbutton the top of his pyjama shirt.
His hands gently caught hers on the second button, forcing her to look up at his face in question. "You’ve accepted death.’ It was a statement.
Hermione shrugged. "I know I will die anyway. As long as Voldemort stays dead, I believe it a worthy sacrifice.’
"A sacrifice? So I’m just a – a means to an end here, aren’t I?’ he asked, an unusual vulnerability in his voice.
"That depends on your perspective, Malfoy. You’re using me to ensure Voldemort doesn’t return either. Think of it as a business transaction. Or you know what,’ she added frustratedly as she struggled with his next button, "think of it as whatever the hell you want. As long as we do this.’
Giving up on his shirt, she backed away from him and stripped self-consciously down to her bra and knickers. Feeling uncomfortable, she looked at Malfoy again.
He stood frozen, staring at her body. When he realized she’d caught him, he swiftly averted his gaze. Hermione felt her face heat up, even as she watched his cheeks turn a bright pink.
Pulling back slightly, he took his wand out and cast a Contraceptive Charm, raising an eyebrow at her as he did so.
"Forgot that, didn’t you?’ he mocked, unbuttoning his shirt deftly as he spoke, one perfect eyebrow arched, Wand still in hand. ′Perfect Granger forgot to use contraception.′
"Why does it matter?’ she asked dismissively. The "I’m going to die anyway’ went unsaid, but it still hung in the air between them. She had actually thought of it, but felt it was pointless to ask. She was as good as dead anyway. Why would he waste his magic on her?
She stepped away from him, trying to keep her eyes from straying to the planes of his chest as he shrugged his shirt off, letting it fall to the ground.
"Caution never hurt anyone,’ was his even reply, even as he smiled ruefully and cast a quick Scourgify on her as well, much to her embarrassment, before tossing his wand towards his discarded shirt.
"It’ll be quick,’ she said softly, hoping she sounded reassuring. The words sounded hollow even to her. "Just get it over with as fast as you can.’
They stared at each other for a few seconds, neither wanting to make the first move. Finally, Hermione shook her head, closing the distance between her and Malfoy. "Let’s do this.’
Malfoy nodded uneasily, but let his arms wrap around her. Pulling her down to the Cushioned cell floor, he gently pushed her shoulders down until she lay on her back. Hovering his body over hers, he dipped down to her neck, his lips ghosting tantalizingly over her skin. What on earth?
She froze, pushing him away so she could look at his face. ’What are you doing?′ she demanded, confused. Malfoy sighed, hiding his face behind his hand.
"It will hurt less if you’re ready,’ he muttered, his ears turning pink.
Was he embarrassed? Hermione gaped at him in surprise. "I didn’t think you’d care,’ she mused, raising her brows.
Malfoy shook his head condescendingly at her and resumed his earlier position, kissing his way from her neck to her collarbone. While she knew he was trying to ease her into the experience, she couldn’t completely quell her discomfort. Her mind was still too hung up on her possible impending death to actually focus on what he was doing.
She was so lost in her thoughts that she didn’t notice Malfoy’s hand invade her knickers until he actually touched her slit.
She squeaked, eyebrows shooting up in surprise. ’Warn me before you do stuff like that!′ she hissed, but it came out much shriller than she’d intended.
Malfoy ignored her, giving her a frustrated look instead. "Merlin, Granger. You’re as dry as a bone! Is a lowly Death Eater not good enough for her Highness?’ he sneered. "At least try to pretend I’m someone else, Granger. I bet even that ugly Weasel would have you wetter than this.’ He sighed exasperatedly, stroking her lower lips rhythmically.
"I can’t just get excited at command, Malfoy,’ she shot back self-consciously. "And it’s not like you’re aroused either.’ She grasped at the front of his pants impulsively to prove her point, only to encounter something unexpectedly hard.
He hissed in surprise, and she could feel him pulsing and straining beneath her fingers through the soft fabric. Her face turned bright crimson in embarrassment.
"I -’ she began to apologise, but he cut her off sharply. ’Don’t. Just don’t.′ He pushed himself away from her, rolling so he was lying on his back next to her, eyes fixed on the ceiling of her cell. "This was a bad idea,’ he breathed almost to himself.
What if he changes his mind? was suddenly the only thought in Hermione’s head. At any point, he could decide that he didn’t want this, and walk away. And what would she do then?
He may not want Voldemort back, but she doubted he was as invested in preventing it as she was.I can’t give him time to back out.
Desperate, Hermione threw herself at him, kissing him as hard as she could and rubbing their pelvises intimately. Malfoy shut his eyes with a gasp and froze, and she could feel his arousal strain against her, but he did not respond to her ministrations. After a few seconds with no response, she finally gave up, pulling away.
’Granger. Granger! Stop it,′ Malfoy groaned out, his fingers locking around her waist and restraining her movement.
Hermione stilled in defeat, eyes tearing up with desperate frustration.
"That was fucking hot,’ he gasped out, and she could tell he was trying to sound reassuring. He was still a bit breathless as he looked up at her face. "But don’t insult my intelligence by trying to seduce me, Granger. I’m not Lestrange.’ He sounded almost disappointed in her behaviour.
Hermione did her best to hide the sting of rejection and embarrassment she felt at his words, simply nodding, closing her eyes. Her traitorous tears, however, escaped through her closed lids, spilling down her face. She refused to acknowledge them, keeping her eyes firmly shut.
"Fuck. Are you crying?’ Warm fingers gently wiped the tears from her face, and she opened her eyes to see Malfoy looking at her in concern. "Granger?’
"No,’ she replied, realizing how pitiful the lie must sound to him the moment the words left her lips. What on Earth was wrong with her?
"I’m an idiot,’ Malfoy muttered in response, leaning up to press his lips firmly against hers. "I didn’t mean to give you the impression that I was backing out, Granger,’ he reassured, running a hand comfortingly down her back while his other absently traced her lips. "I just needed a moment to patch up my bruised ego.’
Hermione studied his face for any trace of deception. Finding none, she let a small smile grace her lips. ’Your ego? Trust you to worry about your ego even in the face of Voldemort’s return.′
"Hmmm, we can’t all be as perfect and selfless as you, Granger,’ he replied distractedly, pulling her lips down to his once more. Hermione melted into him, enjoying the power it gave her as she invaded his mouth with her tongue, eliciting a soft moan from him.
Getting emotionally involved is the last thing I want to do, she reminded herself, especially with Malfoy. Her movements were erotic, but mechanical, lacking any real passion. Kiss, caress, touch, kiss, caress, stroke, rinse and repeat.
Her robotic movements were somewhat impeded when, in a single neat move, Malfoy rolled them so that he was on top once more, pulling the straps of her bra off her shoulders. His kisses were turning frantic, almost violent, while his hands roamed her body freely as if they had a mind of their own.
He obviously has no inhibitions about getting emotionally involved, she mused. Surprisingly, that only served to excite her.
He unclasped her bra completely and threw it to the side of the cell. Hermione gasped, desire burning through her veins as he played with her nipples, twisting and pinching them gently. She arched up to his hands, her eyes drifting shut as she let herself be lost in his ministrations. By the time he had finished with both her breasts, she was writhing in pleasure and desire, her knickers damp.
After couple of minutes, though, Hermione began to feel rather annoyed. It was like he’d forgotten the entire purpose of this encounter due what seemed to be a full-on obsession with her breasts.
"Malfoy?’ Hermione breathed out, gripping his biceps so he was forced to stop and look up at her. ’Do you-do you think you could maybe get on with it?′
A slightly upset look crossed Malfoy’s face, but he nodded slowly, giving her nub a parting pinch before moving lower.
Definitely an obsession with breasts, she thought, amused.
He smirked at her expression, which was a mix of impatience and arousal before hooking his thumbs around her knickers to take them off.
Hermione lifted her hips so he could slide them down. It was slightly humiliating how wet she was, and she realized why Malfoy had felt so embarrassed when she’d found out how aroused he had been.
Her knickers joined her bra in the cell corner and again, Malfoy just stared at her.
He reached down tenderly to stroke her. A gasp escaped her, lips parting in shock as his digits delved into her, brushing the small gathering of nerves. She moaned in pleasure, sliding her fingers through his hair, and moving her lips more forcefully against his.
Hermione didn’t want it to end – all she could think about was the fierce, consuming stimulation his hand was giving her. It was suddenly the only thing in the world that mattered. Her hips bucked wildly, waves of pleasure sizzling through her body as she exploded into a world of pleasure.
She could only watch from under heavily lidded eyes as he pulled back, stripping off his pants, his erection swelling before her.
However, when he spread her legs wider and positioned himself at her entrance, she felt her body tremble with uncertainty. Everything was suddenly too real. What on Earth was she thinking?
She put her hands on his chest to stop him. Maybe if they stopped now, she could think of a different plan. Something that was less bizarre than this madness, perhaps?
Malfoy’s eyes met hers, his head throbbing at her lips, but he didn’t enter her. One look at his face and she knew he wasn’t certain about this, either.
His hesitation actually made her braver. Hermione watched as her hands started to slide up his shoulders and hold onto the back of his neck, pulling him closer. She gave him a faint nod and a reassuring smile.
Taking her cue, he pushed forward forcefully, burying his entire length inside her slick channel. She gasped and shuddered breathlessly.
It was done – she wasn’t a virgin anymore. A triumphant smile broke across her face. If only it was a better situation, she thought wryly, half expecting Malfoy to pull away now that his goal was reached.