Harry Potter - Series Fan Fiction ❯ Seductive Fate ❯ False Hopes ( Chapter 1 )

 

Time for the uber disclaimer!! I [Moi, Watashi ECT ECT] do not own Harry potter or any of the characters for the books or movies, JK Rowling does,. [Though Draco would make a nice little something to keep in the closet. *sigh*]

 

I'd also like to say that KatDiva's fic `Dance with the one that brought you' [on AFF] totally inspired me to write this up.

 

ANYWAYS! It is time for the fic! Hope you all enjoy. And, be nice, my first fic in a few years. ^.^

 

 

CHAPTER 1: False Hopes

 

She arched her back against the cold finger tips that danced so expertly across her chest, giving a soft, and very innocent, moan in response. He had to admit that her utter innocence and embarrassment just urged him forward, despite the very few—and brief—thoughts he had about how forbidden this could be considered.

 

That sweet little innocent girl had really let herself go over the past what seemed like hours, having turned into a completely sex ravenous women. Not only had her personality done a complete three-sixty, it seemed he had a completely different outlook on her body. She had gone from looking like a rather simple, perhaps under developed 16-year-old to looking like a filled out, gorgeous women in a matter of minutes.

 

He had seemingly grown quite tired of allowing his little mistress to play the dominant one for this rather long time, his own dominant instincts seeming to begin to boil up in his blood.

 

In one swift movement he had managed to roll across the silken silver and emerald coverlet that adorned the oversized four poster bed that they seemed to have stationed themselves on. He had to admit, the sheer curtains added that little seductive effect that made everything all the more worthwhile.

 

He was quite surprised that in the whole process of rolling her onto her back, he had managed to keep their intimate `bond' intact. He lowered his head down a bit to rest against her forehead, ashen locks sweeping gently across her cheeks. After pausing for a brief moment, he pressed his blood engorged lips roughly against hers with a soft groan.

 

She uttered a soft gasp as he began gently draw himself in and out of her, the pair of them having paused previously to allow her adjust to his volume, with her being insanely inexperienced and all. This had to be one of the best feeling things possible for him, and for her too, the mental and physical feeling being almost too much to handle.

 

He could have sworn that his member was being engulfed by a constant channel of warmth, a few certain body parts pulsing with every movement. His entire body, though, seemed to just shudder in sheer pleasure with every moan that came from the pair of them.

All of this was really just overwhelming him, she found it to be quite exhilarating as well, but he was pretty sure she didn't feel half of what he was feeling at the moment. And he was absolutely positive that she felt nothing at all like the agonizing pressure that had so rapidly begun to structure itself in his groin muscles.

 

He began to steadily increase the speed at which he ground against her, feeling that ever so lovely tension begin to build more and more. The small figure beneath him apparently had begun to feel the same way, squirming around with soft, embarrassed moans. Just as he began to feel her interior muscles tighten up a bit and his own muscles begin to twitch a bit, everything stopped.

 

Draco opened his eyes with a frustrated groan and smacked his forehead. He wasn't rolling around on silken Slytherin sheets with his little mistress in a secluded Head boy room; he was lying awake on the top bunk in the boy's dormitory. And, much to his annoyance, his body had apparently been with him through the entire little fantasy and cause his bedspread to tent up nicely. Damn those raging teen hormones.

 

What really annoyed him, though, was how frequently he had been having these dreams and who they had been about. For the past two weeks, every other night he had experienced a lovely little fantasy about that pathetic little mudblood. Yes, he, The Draco Malfoy, had been having overly detailed erotic dreams about Hermione Granger. At first the dreams had just completely disgusted him, instantly waking up when he'd brush aside the veil of auburn hair to see her face. But now, he actually didn't mind these dreams. Hell, they had really become part of his regular schedule.

 

But today was going to be different, or at least that was what he told himself. He would confront her about all of this, towards the end of the day just in case he needed to make a last second spilt to the Slytherin dormitory.

 

After rolling over and noticing that it apparently was still rather early in the morning, he decided to use his prefect bonuses to his advantage. He was insanely sweaty from the rather exhilarating dream and was overly stiff, in one way far more than others. So at the moment, the secluded, and most likely empty, prefects bathroom looked like an idea place to visit.

 

He groggily pulled on a pair of deep olive and silver plaid pajama pants, these being a bit more formal then the silk shorts he had been rolling around in previously, and he made sure to tuck in a few particular bits and pieces.

 

Once he was content with his current appearance, having thrown on a simple black shirt as well, he slid into a pair of trainers and progressed silently from the dormitory. To his utter delight, the corridors seemed to be just dead at this time of the morning. Even that blasted care taker had seemed to return to his quarters to briefly rest himself for the up coming day.

 

“Two stair cases up… one to the left…down this hall way... right turn here...down these few steps…” He mumbled to himself, grinning a bit once he came to a stop in front of the exquisite mural of nymphs bathing in a spring,” And here we are..” Draco continued after a brief moment, one of the nymphs lazily gliding to the edge of the spring.

 

“Password, darling?” He thought briefly, then smoothly replied.

 

“Bezoar.” The nymph just seemed to stare in his general direction, grinning. Draco sighing, then cleared his throat.” BEZOAR.” He replied in a slightly louder, actually much louder, tone. The nymph just sighed and the portrait swung inward.

 

” There you go darling…”

 

He stepped just inside the door way and paused, smirking to himself. Practically anyone's mood could be uplifted just upon stepping into this room. The radiating warmth, the golden sunlight, the lovely merge of dozens of pleasant smells. It was all rather pleasing.

 

It took him a mere moment to strip himself of his current garments and to progress towards the marble steps which escorted him into the inviting waters. He actually gave a soft squeal-like noise upon suddenly sinking waist deep, finding that the waters really did have a rather pleasant effect.

 

He wasted no time at all in getting a few of the scented oils running into the nicely proportioned bathing tub, leaning himself back against one of the tiled walls.

 

For a moment, Draco mulled over the fact that he could be caught in here at any given moment, but that whole thought just seemed to make the urges to relieve himself even stronger. He decided to just push aside the thoughts and to enjoy the time he had alone with himself, shifting his hips very slightly in anticipation.

 

Casually, he began to slide one of his hand down his stomach, the other settling comfortable on the lip of the bath tub. He groan almost instantly upon curling his fingers carefully around himself, ashen locks briefly gliding across the water as he tilted his head back to rest alongside his arm.

 

Just as he started to get into the act, a certain auburn haired Gryffindor progressed quietly down the hidden passage to the prefects bathroom, really having no clue that any other being would be there at this time in the morning.

 

She came to a quick stop a few inches away from the portrait of the nymphs a moment later, having been completely caught up in her current thoughts.

 

“Err...Bezoars.” Hermione stumbled out quickly, still feeling half asleep. The nymph just giggled.

 

” Y'know, darling, it would be rather improper of me to allow you in here..” She said in a very schoolgirl tone, strumming her fingers lightly on the ground.

 

Hermione sighed, “Just let me in Hecuba...”

 

The nymph smiled a bit then shrugged, “Well if your so determined, have fun...'

 

 

The portrait swung open silently and she stepped inside, taking in a deep breath of the air before progressing down towards the actual bathing area.

 

Hermione halted abruptly just when a certain someone relaxing in the tub came into her vision. As much as what she saw just completely disgusted her, something about it was rather attractive.

 

There was Draco Malfoy. He had arched his back just enough so that the silvery water droplets that adorned his lithe chest seemed to give him a rather angelic look. It was all the more pleasing to the eyes that a few of his ashen locks had slid down in front of his face and skimmed the surface of the water, sticking rather perfectly to his neck and cheeks.

 

What really caught her attention was the way the water around him was moving. It caused her eyes to follow innocently down his submerged arm, feeling a rather pleasant warmth reach her cheeks.

 

Finally, her gaze drifted right down into the water, feeling the pleasant warmth in her cheeks turn into a burning sensation caused by mixed emotions. Under the water was a set of his elongated singers moving swiftly along a certain blood engorged organ.

 

She found herself to be utterly mesmerized by the scene unfolding before her, quickly noting that she was unable to lift her gaze. What amazed her even more, though, was how angelic and pure he looked even in this type of situation.

 

At one point he tilted his head back and parted his lips with a soft, seductive groan. A slight bucking of his hips was visible through the now rapidly moving water. His chest was now rising and falling at a rather uneven pace, his trembling lip being drawn back by a set of pearly whites.

 

She knew that this was something that she should defiantly just walk away from and forget about, but something about this whole scenario that seemed to just draw her in.

 

“Mmm…Heerrrmiioonnee...” The words seemed to just roll off of his tongue, as if it was the tone that he always used when referring to her. She had to quickly clamp down on her lip to prevent herself from making a startled noise, having obviously not expected something like that to ever come out of his mouth.

 

She just stood and stared for quite a few moments straight, Draco remaining leaned against the wall of the bathing tub. Some part of this just excited her to no end, knowing that someone—especially Draco Malfoy—actually fantasized about her, but another part of this just disgusted her to no end.

 

As she eventually shook from her stationary state and turned to leave the bathroom, Draco began to pull himself down to reality and open his eyes. Now in any other situation he would of just freaked up knowing someone had watched him, but he merely smirked upon setting eyes on Hermione.

 

“My, my, my, Miss Granger. This is certainly unlike you...” He muttered in an obviously seductive tone, beginning to make his way back towards the stairs. Hermione turned a very deep shade of scarlet and glanced carefully over in his direction.

 

”… I-I…err...well... I didn't think anyone else would be here… But… well...” She cleared her throat, staring at the ground.

 

Draco actually laughed a bit, stopping at the base of the stairs, “Just turn around, Granger.” She quickly did as told and turned to face the wall, shifting her school bag around nervously.

 

There was a brief ruffling around of clothing and what not then a few nearly silent steps.

 

Hermione stiffened quickly upon feeling her hair brushed away from the back of her neck and slender arms wrapped carefully around her waist.

 

”…W-What on earth are you doing!” She quickly stuttered out, turning around carefully and placing her hands on his chest in means of pushing away. That was when she noticed that he was currently only wearing a pair of silk green boxers, her hands quickly curling away from his bare chest.

 

He just tightened his arms around her and brought her a bit closer, kissing the hollow just below her ear, “I'm seducing you, of course… Hermione.” Draco muttered with a slight smirk.

 

After lifting his head and watching her for a brief moment, he pressed his lips forcefully against hers and earned a startled gasp. Hermione really had no clue what to do at the moment, as she had never actually been just thrown into a situation like this. She quickly decided that, instead of pulling away, she just play the rag doll.

 

She found herself to be far to relaxed then she really should be in a situation like this and especially with someone like this. Draco had found no problem in taking the lead at the moment, but, being overly confident as always, he decided that he'd obviously get away with pushing her limits.

 

He pressed her carefully up against the wall closet to them and he freed one of his hands to wedge between them, sliding it in a rather experienced way up the front of her blouse. She quickly gasped in surprise and broke the kiss, moving away from him in almost a desperate way.

 

“I-I...I should really…get going now...Mal-Err-Draco...” That said, she wasted no time in scurrying down the hall to the portrait.

 

Draco leaned against the wall with a satisfied smirk, running a few ivory fingers through his hair, “…You're mine now, `Mione.”

 

[First Chapter done! Boy, that was a long one XP Well, Enjoy!

-Solain.]