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Draco had never felt so... sullied in his entire life.
He was standing with his back against the wall, literal and metaphorical alike. He sniffed, trying to keep his skin from crawling. He resisted the urge to rub the Dark Mark on his arm as he tried not to think about seediness of where he stood.
Oh, if his father could see him now, in a Muggle neighbourhood, sneaking about in the dark, and lurking behind a girl’s bedroom door. Well, not lurking necessarily. Draco stood perfectly straight, his robes were perfectly tailored and pressed, and he held his chin perfectly parallel to the floor.
Draco tried to relax into his perfection, but then the little finger of his left hand twitched, and he remembered.
He clenched his teeth and made his silent oath again. Nothing as pure as a Malfoy would ever be sullied again, even if it meant ...doing what he was about to do.
At last, noise could be heard down on the first floor of the... house... he was in. It was nothing compared to Malfoy Manor, but he supposed it was satisfactory if you were a filthy Muggle and you had to do with the banal, finite space your meaningless existence afforded you.
Draco begrudgingly allowed that it was decorated with a modicum of good taste, which had surprised him upon his entrance hours ago.
Not that he'd ever let anyone know that. Exceeding low expectations was hardly worth mentioning let alone celebrating.
If anything, knowing that they were home made his patience shrink even faster than it had been dwindling before their arrival. What was going on down there that would delay his target so thoroughly?
Draco wanted to get on with it already! It had taken him just over two weeks to come to know what his instincts had told him. It was a reflexive decision, something that he knew he must do although it would be counter to everything he'd ever done before. Once he did this, his life would be changed forever.
Lost in his thoughts, he nearly missed the brief window of opportunity when it was presented to him. Luckily, the electric light caught his attention as it flipped on when the door opened.
As the door began to close, Draco made his move. With a couple of quick flicks and whispered 'Petrificus Totalus' and 'Stupefy', he had his target neutralized. A simple 'Mobilicorpus' later and she was settled on top of her bed. Her face was neutral, her body stuck as if she were gently closing a door.
Draco fought to keep the sneer off his face. He knew he needed her, had thought for days about this decision, certain that it could be only her.
"Rennervate," he said and leaned over so that he could look his captive in the eye. "Well, hello, Granger."
She stared up at him with no expression, but Draco imagined that he could see a plethora of thoughts and hexes glimmering behind her eyes.
"I bet I can guess what you're thinking. To begin, I would say you'd like to know what I'm doing here. How I made it past the wards, perhaps? Maybe you are fantasizing about all the ways you'd like to hex me at the moment?"
Draco looked down at her, trying to appear as capable and reasonable as was possible. The fact that his hair kept slipping out from behind his ears was working against him slightly, but overall, he thought this was going quite well. He moved to sit on what he realised was an over-sized bed for a little girl, but he rather liked the distance it put between their bodies. Now that he was sitting somewhat comfortably, he continued, "You see, the reason that I'm here, and you should really be quite flattered, after all - it's not like I made this decision lightly - is, well -"
He paused and looked around her room without really seeing. He hadn't spoken this plan aloud to anyone yet, hadn't even thought about it if he was with anyone at all. It was absurd. It could ruin everything and potentially cost him his very life. If the Dark Lord knew where he was right now, that would be it. Well, after a great deal of torture, surely. Draco shook his head. His mind was made up - no reason to dally.
"Granger, I need you to do this for me. No one else will do. This is the only way. I-" He paused to turn back to the body in the middle of the bed only to be met by the business end of Granger's wand.
"What, Malfoy? Spit it out, already!"
Draco looked up at her, as she had come to kneel before him on her bed. He heaved a great sigh, and said, "I'm defecting. I need you to arrange a meeting with the Order of the Phoenix, as I am told your side is called."
Granger looked absolutely befuddled, but her grip on her wand tightened. "You want me to walk a known junior Death Eater into headquarters? I know you don't like me, Malfoy, but I thought we could both agree that I was quicker than that."
"Well, eventually I'll have to see it, if I'm going to give up any useful information, but for now, if you could just owl McGonagall-"
"Professor McGonagall, Malfoy," she said as she ground her teeth.
"Whoever, Granger. I don't care! Just someone who understands what I have to offer and is reasonable."
"As if you've got anything to offer."
The tip of her wand found its way under his chin. The point was rather abrasive on his delicate skin, but he persevered. Moments of silence stretched between them, until finally she couldn't take it anymore.
"How did you get in here?"
Draco turned away. "I Confunded your mother before you left the house earlier and came inside before you put the wards up."
"How did you know where I live?"
Her tone was angry, but a little worried, dare he say scared, too.
"My father was on the Board of Governors before-"
"-Before attacking a group of school children in the Department of Mysteries?"
Draco fought to keep a hold of his temper. He'd forgotten that she had been there. Fuck.
"We are getting off track! Try to focus, Granger. I'm defecting."
"You can't defect from something you aren't even a member of, Malfoy," Granger said, heaving an impatient sigh.
And there was her snotty, little reply. Well, he knew what would shut her up. He pushed her wand out from under his chin and stood. Then he pushed the sleeve of his robe up. He undid the pure gold cufflink, a gift from his mother for his birthday this year, and rolled up the fine linen sleeve, exposing his Dark Mark.
Beside him, Granger gasped and moved her body away from his.
Draco swallowed, his mouth watering as he exposed himself for the first time. He licked his lips and swallowed again.
His voice was barely a whisper. "It's the most disgusting thing I've seen in my life. I'd seen bits of my father's, but never the whole thing. I wish I could carve it out of my arm, Granger. You cannot imagine what this is like."
Her eyes were wide, and her head shook side to side. Ever the swot, though, she asked, "Why'd you get it, then?"
"Because, when the Dark Lord tells you over breakfast on your birthday that he's going to give you the ultimate gift, you accept it graciously, you bloody cow!"
As the last words tumbled from his lips, he was happy to see that the bit of pity that had begun to shine in her eyes was burnt up by her anger.
"You have a really interesting way of asking people for help."
"You're the one who didn't believe me." Draco looked at her. It looked like she was chewing on her tongue. She wanted to help, because that’s the way she was. It was in her Granger-the-goody-two-shoes-perfect-holier-than-thou nature. She wasn't the sort to let her petty feelings about someone come before her morals.
This was why he was here, of course.
She appeared to have come to a decision though. She pulled her eyes to his face; Draco could practically feel them dragging away from the Mark, and he watched her square herself for what she was about to say.
In his chest, his heart thumped twice as he waited for her.
"I'll need some kind of insurance."
Draco's felt light-headed and dizzy. She was going to do it! She was going to help him!
"What do you want?" he asked.
Granger's eyes flicked to his arm and then to the corner of the room. "Something that will tie you to us as strongly as you are tied to him," she muttered, mostly to herself.
Draco watched her think a moment and said, "A Wizard's Oath."
That earned him a frown. It was just about this time that he realised that this was only the first step in a very long journey, a journey that hadn't been as big a factor when he was trying to find his way out.
"Blood," Granger said, "Or... something."
He couldn't contain his lip as it curled in displeasure. "I would prefer to..."
"Not get your hands dirty?" Granger finished for him, her eyes rolling.
Draco was extremely frustrated at this point. He wanted to grab her and shake her. She had no idea, none, of what he was going through. She made it sound as if he was some lazy priss who couldn't be arsed.
"Don't grind your teeth; it'll ruin them."
"Merlin's balls, Granger! You are really difficult, do you know that? I'm trying to defect from the most evil wizard in a hundred years, and you're harping on my teeth! You don't fucking get it. I'm pure. I'm descended from countless wizards, back to bloody Merlin himself! I'm the epitome of what is right in this world! Well-bred, well-heeled. I don't know what bloody Muggles might have that could begin to compare.
"Oh! I've got it. For you, Granger. This is like someone put a dung-bomb in the first Gutenberg Bible. That's a big bloody deal to you, isn't it?
"My father has been protecting my purity for my whole life, as purity has been guarded throughout our history! He said I'd never need this,” Draco paused to bring his forearm closer to her. “He said he'd make the world safe for all the purest things. Now it's besmirched! Do you fucking get it? Something has to be done!"
Granger's head whipped to look at her bedroom door as Draco's rant got louder and louder. She was staring wide-eyed at it, probably expecting her parents to come barging in.
"I silenced the room, Granger. I know you don't like me, but I thought we could both agree that I was quicker than that."
Her response was to stick her tongue out at him and rake her fingers through her hair. She shook it out, and the light caught the shiniest bits, distracting Draco for a moment. Almost as an aside, Granger announced, "I don't believe you're that pure. Rumour has it that you've had your way with quite a few girls in Slytherin House."
"Don't be lewd, Granger."
A disbelieving snort was her reply as she walked to pull her trunk away from the window.
He shouldn't be surprised that she would know such lurid rumours. He looked her, half dressed in Muggle shorts and some sort of top that left little to the imagination. She was bent over now, moving books around in her trunk, looking for something they could use, Draco assumed.
In fact - he'd never seen so much of a witch in his entire life. Sure, his friends had pilfered some magazines they'd found in their fathers' libraries, but Draco hadn't looked at those. Purity was the key to his life, and pure he would remain.
At last, she moved back to her bed with three books held in her hands. She was in research mode; he'd seen this before.
"You know, if you are a virgin," she began, in a tone that clearly implied she didn't believe it, "I could just take your virginity as a devotion to me. That would be good enough for the Order."
Draco was shocked. She wanted to perform sex magic? He couldn't believe it. His mind stammered, and his heart began to race.
Apparently, his mouth was stammering, too. He looked over at her to find she was smiling at him. It was an honest, unguarded smile, like Potty and Weasel usually received. She set the books down on her bed and stood up to take the couple steps between them.
"You really are a virgin. That's..."
Draco shut his eyes. Many boys in his class had earned a masculine reputation by being with girls, and many of the lesser of his classmates were mocked for perceived lack of prowess.
No one mocked a Malfoy, though, not if they wanted to avoid getting hexed.
"That's brilliant." Granger sighed and smiled at him some more.
He could see the wheels and cogs of her mind working ever faster. She seemed very excited about this opportunity, perhaps too excited.
Draco tamped down the exhilarating thrill that had been bubbling up inside of him and asked, "Been performing sex magic with many, Granger?"
That earned him another slap on the cheek, and he was transported for a moment back in time. Granger was strong and stung like a viper. These were some of the other reasons he'd elected her for this.
"Not that it's any of your business, Malfoy, but I have dabbled with sex magic with a very exclusive few."
"So, you're not a virgin."
"Not technically."
Relief flooded through his veins, although his cheek was beginning to throb where she'd hit him. "Good. I don't know what would have happened if I spilt your blood."
In response, she rolled her eyes and flounced to her trunk. She pulled out one parchment and went to the window at the opposite end of the room. She looked out at something and nodded her head.
"Lucky for us, tonight's the solstice. Let's get this over with."
Draco watched her, and while her initial excitement didn't return, she did seem excited about what was about to happen.
Granger took a deep breath and rolled her shoulders before laying out her instructions. "Move over to the bed and take off your clothes."
One look at her face and he knew she meant it. Draco conjured a hanger that floated in mid-air and began to remove his clothes. He shut his eyes to try to keep his composure, but she wouldn't let him stay like that.
"You have to look at me, it's part of the magic."
As she said that, the room seemed to dim around them so that, for him, she was the only properly lit thing in his view. Had she cast a spell when he wasn't looking?
Draco removed the robe and put it on the hanger. Another one appeared and he began to unbutton his shirt, all the while looking Granger in the eyes.
"Why are you giving me your purity, Draco?"
The use of his first name stopped his motions for a moment, but then he realised that this, too, was part of the spell.
"I give you the power of my purity to rid the world of the impure."
He pulled the shirttails from his trousers and hung the fine linen shirt on the hanger that was waiting. He toed off his shoes and moved them to rest under his robes. His socks were next, and he rolled them up together before setting them inside his shoe. His belt followed, looped in itself and placed in the other shoe.
As his hands went to the button on his trousers, he saw Granger lick her lips. He felt light-headed, and almost missed her soft voice when she said, "You forsake an oath to another. You cannot forsake this oath."
No. Unlike the Dark Mark, which would fade at the true demise of the Dark Lord, Granger would have this hold over him for all his days.
"I give you the power of my purity for all my life."
Granger watched him expectantly. He dropped his trousers to the floor, and she inhaled deeply. He was aware that his prick was hard, it had been since she'd expressed how impressed she was by his purity.
"Y-you're not wearing pants." Hermione stammered and blushed but did not look away from his cock.
"I never wear pants. Do we have to start the spell over?" Draco held his trousers out, unsure whether to fold them or put them on again.
"No. I was just surprised."
Draco smirked. He might not have had sex with any witches, but he knew that many would be happy to come to his bed if he so chose. The way Granger was staring at his body gave her attraction away entirely. Draco licked his lips and looked at her, regaining his proud posture as he settled into his space. It was strange being nude when Granger was not, but surely that wouldn't last. "Now what?"
"Undress me, and say your bit."
His bit? He didn't know what to say! This was her idea, wasn't it? And how was he supposed to undress her? Her top was quite tight and, although she wasn't wearing shoes, he'd never imagined taking trousers, short trousers, off of his witch. This was supposed to be happening on his wedding night, not a few days after his sixteenth birthday!
Draco took a deep breath and stepped forward. She was just millimetres away from him, and he found himself asking, "Will you keep me and ensure the success of my cause in exchange for this gift?"
Granger looked up at his face, then, and replied, "I will keep you and ensure your success."
Taking up the hem of her top, Draco slowly raised it over her head. It was soft on his fingers and warm from her body. Holding it in his right hand he moved to sniff it. It smelled of her.
He must have lost himself in the moment, because Granger cleared her throat. When Draco looked back at her, she said, "Just put it where-ever."
Draco was very confused and looked over at his robes hanging in the air. He felt as though he should fold her top as well, but then his eyes were drawn to her breasts. Before he knew what he was doing, her shirt was discarded in a ball on the floor.
"Granger, th-"
Her finger on his mouth made his prick throb, and he was nearly certain it brushed against the rough fabric of her trousers.
"Say my name," she said and pulled her finger down his lips so that the lower one was pulled open.
Draco would have liked to orgasm at that point, and if he had been wanking behind his bed curtains he certainly would have. Somehow, though, his cock managed only to surge, feeling harder and thicker than he'd ever felt it before.
He swallowed thickly. "H-Herm-mione," he stuttered, and his blood rushed through his flesh. Draco felt as if he were on fire in his humiliation.
However, her reaction was a satisfied hum, and in the next moment, Draco felt as if he were a great champion.
"My bra, Draco."
Right. Yes. That was what he was going to say before she'd touch him. Gra- Hermione's breasts were just there, right there, beckoning to him.
She'd said he could, though. He was not some perv staring at old photographs of some witch he'd never met, would never meet. No. These were his. She was letting him look.
Draco raised shaking hands behind her back. It was nearly an embrace. He felt for a tie, but didn't find one. It was a cruel joke. Draco was struck with humiliation again; fear that he'd never get her brassiere undone sped his heart in his chest.
Hermione stood up on her toes to whisper in his ear. "It's hooks, Draco. Metal under the fabric."
He'd felt the metal, unsure of the purpose, but now that he'd been given the answer, he had them undone in the blink of an eye. Her shoulders slid forward, and with it the bra, and he pushed it to the side, careless of where it fell on the floor so long as it was not in his way anymore.
Draco stood, staring at Hermione's body, her perky breasts pointing at him with ruddy nipples. He stared. While part of him was screaming that he was acting like an oaf, he couldn't pull his eyes away from them. Hermione had sunk back on her heels, and her breasts shook softly.
"Worship me."
Those words had Draco on his knees, rubbing his hands over the warmth of her body and craning up to kiss and lick the underside of her breasts. Her body turned, twisting so she could sit on the bed. That put her nipples where his mouth could have them, and before he knew what he was about, he had suckled one into his mouth.
Her fingers were in his hair, stroking and petting him, and Draco was shocked: he felt safe for the first time in many days. He looked up at her, and their eyes met. He was lost in her then.
Her nipple pulled away from his mouth, but he did not turn away from her deep brown eyes. Then, the other nipple, warm and dry touched his cheek. He brought it to his mouth, sucking and rolling his tongue around it.
Draco watched as her head fell back in delight and revelled when he heard her say, "So perfect."
He had never felt so good in his entire life. But then she was pushing him away from her body, and she was standing again.
Trousers he could manage, and Draco had the button and zip done in a heartbeat. They fell to the floor, and Hermione stepped out of them, kicking them to the side. She was wearing knickers, yellow knickers, which looked phenomenal against her skin.
Draco began stroking her thighs, squeezing the backs as he rubbed his cheeks on her knickers.
"Are you ready for more, Draco?"
She was smoothing his hair back out of his face again, and Draco pulled his hands up to peel her knickers away. He held them, thumbs against the first two fingers on both of his hands and watched as her pubic hair was revealed to him. His blood was rushing like a tide through his body, his arms moving automatically to get her knickers down her calves to her ankles.
When Hermione lifted her feet to kick them away, Draco could see the most hidden, secret parts of her for just a moment. He moved for a closer look but Hermione was pulling on his shoulder, pulling him toward the bed.
"Lie down."
He obeyed without thought. Her bed sheets were soft on his back as he maneuvered into position. Draco watched her as she crawled over him, tickling her fingertips over his thighs, near his prick, up his chest.
"No one has ever had this."
Draco moaned and said, "No, no one, not ever."
"No one has touched your flesh." Hermione's hand went flat on his ribs, her palm pressed flat over his nipple.
"Gods, no!" Draco was now pushing his hips up into the empty air, longing for something to push against him.
Then her hand traced up his neck and over his chin. Three of her fingertips trembled over his mouth, and she stared down at him. Her hair curtained their faces, obstructing the rest of the world, and Draco nearly forgot why he was here at all except for those brown eyes and this woman who was hovering above him.
"Say it again."
"I give you the power of my purity to rid the world of the impure. I give you the power of my purity for all my life."
"Even here?" Hermione asked, tracing his lips now.
Draco was lost to lust, and he licked her fingers as he nodded again.
And then her skin was on his. Her thighs on his thighs, her chest on his chest. Her sweet quim was just above him, as if embracing the head of his prick.
"You forsake an oath to another. You cannot forsake this oath."
Her mouth was just above his, her words breathed into his mouth.
"Keep me and ensure my success," Draco muttered into hers.
Down below, Draco could feel Hermione aligning herself.
"You give me your purity. I will keep you."
The world exploded, then. She pushed herself down his prick as she pushed her tongue into his mouth. Draco let out an unsophisticated grunt, and then his hands were on her hips. Her skin was soft and hot, and her flesh yielded to his grip.
She was moaning with him now, her pitch climbing as he gave her more and more. He wanted to never stop; she was so, so perfect. Everything in his world was lost as he pressed up into her and their tongues danced together.
And then, like a burst of white light, his body shot into her. He realised he was coming sooner than she might like, but he couldn't care. It was his first orgasm in something besides his hand. This! This was beyond all he could have imagined in the world. Draco sucked her tongue and moaned as the final pulses of bliss faded.
His body lay flat, sunken into her bed, and Hermione pulled her mouth away from his. They were both breathing heavily, and Draco let his eyes open so he could take her in.
She was gorgeous: flushed pink with life and hair tumbling in a riotous nest of curls. Hermione rolled away from him, and Draco whined as his softening prick fell from inside her.
He longed to return. ...In a few minutes.
After taking a couple of minute to catch her breath, Hermione's hands moved to the top of her thighs, and she cupped her fingers there. Draco sat up slightly and watched her. In her left hand was a small puddle of their combined juices that she'd pulled from her core. She sat up carefully and twisted to face him.
"Give me the mark," she whispered.
A chill ran down his spine, and Draco wanted to pull back. He'd forgotten all about that. However, Hermione was looking at him as if he had no choice, so he extended his left arm, holding the palm of his hand up to her as if in offering.
That's when she turned the contents of her left hand over and smeared it across his mark. Her hand stopped just over his wrist where his skin was clear and gripped him.
"How do you feel?" Hermione asked as she swiped some of his hair behind his ear with her free hand.
"...Good," Draco replied and felt the gravity of life come back to him. He looked around the room, licking his lips, trying to figure out how to say the next bit.
Hermione was still holding his wrist, and her other hand was resting softly on his neck. She was watching him, waiting for him, it felt like.
Draco pulled his legs up and leaned toward her. "Do we have to go immediately?"
And then she was smiling at him, beaming it felt like. "We can go in the morning, if you prefer."
That's when Draco's hand grabbed her wrist in return, and he pulled her to him, wrapping her tight in his arms. "Perfect"