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Harry Potter, Hermione Granger and Draco Malfoy went over the plan one last time.
Harry and Hermione had come to Malfoy Enterprises a week ago after she found something off on the bi-monthly controlled substances report all potions manufacturers were required to file with the Ministry. The three had worked to discover the problem, with Draco and Hermione spending hours going over the reports against purchasing and shipping receipts. It seems that one of the lead potions chemists in Draco’s company had been raiding the potions division’s secured stores for some time and that a newly automated reporting charm on the storerooms had finally uncovered the crime. Draco and Hermione worked well together, much to both of their surprise, and Hermione was a little sad they wouldn’t have the chance to continue doing so now that the case was going to wrap up. Today they were going to apprehend the perpetrator and take possession of the illegal potions he was selling.
Harry was going to take the potions chemists into custody while Hermione and Draco were to secure his illegal product stash and wait for the all clear. With these goals clearly in mind as they made their way down the corridor to the potions division Harry turned left to go after the criminal while Hermione and Draco went right to the old lab the man had used for secret storage. Instead of finding the room empty and securing it they found the apprentice potions chemist holding a vial up over a small caldron. The man gasped in surprise as they entered and threw the vial in the air as he disappeared. The vial landed in the caldron and suddenly a small cloud of fine powder exploded from it. Hermione had spun around at the flash of the powder and was now facing Draco who stood a few feet away in front of the door.
“Don’t Move!” Draco yelled. “Do you smell that, Granger? Like almonds and honey? It’s Luxuseria Pollensa.” Hermione and Draco had both read of the volatile compound potion during their NEWT level potions class. When the two liquid parts of the potion are finally mixed they combust in an extremely fine powder which is absorbed through the skin. The potion is so unstable that it can exist for less than 2 minutes on any surface before it neutralizes, giving off an observable shimmer as it turns to harmless dust. If it touches skin though it is absorbed and the potion creates a lust so unquenchable that the person exposed would go mad in a matter of days and eventually die. The potion was exceptionally difficult to make and the ingredients were not only extremely rare but also highly controlled. There had been no known incidents of anyone even attempting to brew the potion in the past 100 years. Until today.
“Malfoy, if it’s touched us –“ Hermione was almost positive that Draco was out of danger as he was standing so much further away, but she feared she would not be so lucky.
“It’s not. We just have to stay still and it will be fine. Just one more minute.” He tried to reassure her.
“If it’s on me,” Hermione’s eyes pleaded with him as she continued, “you’ll have to get Harry and tell him. You’ll have to take my wand and lock me in here, when the side effects start I’ll be dangerous.“
They both knew the only hope was for the exposed person to achieve an orgasm with the help of another person. It was the only way to protect against the effect of the potion, the biochemical release from an orgasm would bind with the potion and neutralize it before it could do any damage, but it had to be done very quickly after exposure and the potion required that it could not be done alone.
“Maybe Harry can get Ron . . . I mean, we broke up a long time ago, but we used to, and he’s my friend, so maybe he could . . . “ Hermione’s voice trailed off. The lab bench and floor near Hermione began to shimmer for a moment before returning to normal, but just as she was about to sigh in relief she felt a strange sensation against her cheek
“Granger, ummm.” Draco saw the shimmer on her skin and knew she had felt the potion entering her system.
“I felt it.” Hermione tried to keep her voice steady as she willed herself not to panic. She thrust her wand towards Draco before backing away, “Lock me in, and get Harry. Maybe he can find Ron in time to neutralize the potion in my system.”
She saw Draco turn to the door, but instead of going out he was locking them both in. Hermione started to let her fear surface; she now had no wand and had just been dosed with the most dangerous lust potion known; why was he locking himself in with her? In less than half an hour she would be all over him and any other person she saw with the high probability of injuring or even killing them in the process, but just now she was vulnerable, at his mercy.
“No, nononononono, you can’t! I don’t want . . . you can’t mean to take advantage –“ she cried.
“I wouldn’t! I swear it. “ Draco looked around the room and seeing a box of Veritaserum ready to ship he grabbed a vial and held it up for her to see.
“Do you know what this is?” When she nodded he unstopped the top and swallowed the contents in one gulp. “I swear I will not take advantage of you, please do me the same courtesy,” he said as he nodded to the empty vial before setting it on the nearest lab bench. “There’s no time to get Weasley or anyone else. We’ll have 15 minutes maximum to neutralize the potion. Will you allow me to help?”
Hermione knew that in taking the potion he was making himself vulnerable as well. She knew he would now answer any question she asked truthfully and completely, likely revealing things he couldn’t even admit to himself under normal circumstances.
At her hesitation he added, “Granger, my trousers will stay on and firmly fastened, I give you my word. Will you permit me?” Draco extended his hand and after a moment Hermione took hold of it. Draco led Hermione to the back of the lab where all of the benches were empty and clear of caldrons and boxes. Draco helped Hermione sit on one of the benches before saying, “In light of the situation I think it best if you tell me if there is anything that works especially well for you.”
Hermione blushed to the roots of her hair. She couldn’t stop wondering why he was doing this, and being unable to ask questions annoyed her to no end.
Draco took off his jacket and threw it over a chair, he noticed the sour look on her face as he was loosening his tie, “You’re more out of sorts because you can’t ask me anything than because of the potion which might cause you to go mad and die? Oh Granger,” He chuckled as Hermione gave him a look, “I have an idea, but you’ll have to trust me.”
“An idea?” The words escaped her before she could think of the consequences.
Draco narrowed his eyes at her because her response was far too close to a question, “In therapy I learned that sometimes it’s easier to talk when you can’t see anything, or anyone, so I thought if you would allow me to cover your eyes,” he held up his tie, “and yes, I was in therapy, for years, I had what they called post-traumatic stress after the war and-“
“Stop.” Hermione knew that he would go on for hours because of the Veritaserum. Draco inclined his head gratefully to her as he raised the tie in his hands. Hermione nodded and let him bind it over her eyes. His tie was made of the finest silk and it felt smooth against her eyelids. She heard Draco take a deep breath and she did the same.
“Is there anything specific that . . . you like?” Draco asked softly. She could feel him near her, his breath moving over her cheek towards her ear. He was near but not touching her.
“Erm, well, um” Hermione stammered, she was beginning to feel warm but knew it was too soon for the first sign of the potion.
“Will you allow me to touch you?” He gently asked. “With my hands?” he specified.
“Um yes, that seems, prudent.” She replied.
She felt his hands near her knees, he touched her gently, smoothing his palms up and down her thighs on the outside of her skirt. She felt him shift closer, moving so that his body was barely touching hers as they both inhaled. One of his hands moved to her bare knee and started stroking the outer side and top of her thigh under her skirt. His hands were large, and she could feel a few rough spots on his otherwise smooth skin. She wanted to ask where the calluses were from but knew that she couldn’t.
“Your skin is so smooth” he whispered.
She found it really was easier blindfolded, “I, um, I like umm, talking . . . explicit, and um, maybe just a bit coarse.” She was blushing nearly purple at the admission.
She heard him breathe in sharply and his hands shook for a moment as a shiver ran through him.
“Lift you hips,” he said after clearing his throat. As she complied she felt his other hand slip under her skirt and he took hold of her knickers at her hips. He slid them smoothly down her legs and then his hands returned, both of them on her bare thighs now. He guided her to sit closer to the edge of the table and then pushed her skirt up as he gently he opened her legs.
“You’re so beautiful,” he was talking softly again as his hands warmed her thighs. “Will you let me touch your pretty cunt?”
“Ah!” She gasped; a jolt of arousal ran through her, “Yes, more.”
His fingers gently brushed her bare labia, becoming firmer and moving to part her so he could stroke her inner lips, sliding his thumb across the patch or hair at the top. “You’re so smooth, and warm, and, AH, oh you’re so soft, Hmmm you’re getting wet, that’s it, Hermione, just a bit more, then I’ll slip my fingers into your wet cunt.”
“Yes, you can also, um, maybe, tell me, um, thatI’vebeengood.” She added in a rush. She loved that, loved praise in bed but she was always too embarrassed to ask for it. She was afraid he might laugh.
“And have you been good?” He asked smoothly as he started rubbing gently over the tiny piece of skin hooding her clit.
“Ah!” She cried and rocked her hips against his fingers as she quickly became extremely wet. She could feel her nipples had hardened and were rubbing against the lace of her bra.
“Have you been a good girl?” he slid his long fingers into her and continued to play with her clit with his thumb, “That’s it, rock against my hand, fuck my hand with your sweet cunt, Hermione. Good girls get their sweet aching pussies to come, and you’re so very good.”
“Ah, Ah yes, yesyes, more.” Hermione gasped. “You can also, um, maybe, say things you would do.” She added. She was holding on to the edge of the bench with white knuckles.
She heard him swallow before saying, “I would love to lick and fuck your tight little pussy, see how many times I can make you come for me. Such a good sweet girl, I would rip that shirt open and suck on your firm tits as my hand pleasures your cunt, I’d make sure you would come over and over before I’d slide my thick hard cock into you. I’d make love to you for days, fuck you hard, make your pussy weep it’s juices onto me, get you so slick it would run down our legs.”
She let go of the lab bench and grabbed for him, holding on to his strong shoulders and burying her face against his chest and neck as she moaned and cried out. He smelled wonderful, clean and masculine.
“That’s it, you’re so close, getting so tight and slick, my very good girl.” He moved gracefully to his knees before her and his mouth found the swollen pearl of her clit. Her hands had slid up his shoulders and into his hair as he moved. She held him to her as he sucked and licked and swirled his tongue, humming, curling his fingers inside of her all the while, his other hand cradling her bum as one finger very deliberately brushed over the tight hole of her ass, making her gasp and shake and push back.
Her orgasm built and built, she knew it was unstoppable even before it crested and smashed over her in waves of heated pleasure. “DRACO! YESyesyes!” she cried as she came hard against his face. She tensed as she came, her pleasure continued in long waves even as her grip on his soft hair eased and the tensed muscles of her thighs started to slacken. His licks softened but didn’t stop, and his hand slowed but didn’t pull away until the aftershocks stopped pulsing though her.
When she stopped shaking she pulled his silk tie down from her eyes and blinked against the light of the room. He was looking up at her hopefully. When she smiled at him Draco smiled as well and rose to his feet in front of her.
“You should get Potter, let him know about the apprentice.” Draco politely handed Hermione her wand and when he elegantly stepped back she noticed his tented trousers.
“But, you, um.” She looked to his face and then down again. “I can-“
“I couldn’t possibly,” he interrupted, “I mean I wouldn’t presume, I just mean, um, you should catch the apprentice before he tries anything else.“ Draco finished with a wave towards the door. “I’ll find that Veritaserum antidote, I think there’s some around here somewhere.”
Hermione’s mind focused again on work as she hopped off the bench and was about to start towards the door. “Draco, Thank you,” she said, turning back to face him. She quickly moved to his side and stretched up to leave a light kiss on his jaw. He smiled at her as she moved away and gave her another gentlemanly bow of his head as she left to find Harry and track the apprentice.
It was only after the door closed behind her and he found some of the antidote that he noticed her lacy knickers on the floor. He lifted them carefully, gently touching the lace and silk with his fingertips as he closed his eyes and thought of what just happened. He pulled his jacked back on and very carefully secured her knickers in his breast pocket. He could swear they felt warm against his chest through his pocket.