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Chapter 11 ~ Draco Packs More than a Picnic
The next day in Potions class Draco arrived two minutes late. He was carrying a large picnic basket of food he had collected from the kitchens for his and Hermione�s lunch in the Astronomy Tower. In his pocket, he carried the flask of lust potion his father had delivered this morning. He was prepared for his time with Hermione.
The Potions Master sat at his desk, reading over some parchments.
“Fifty points from Slytherin for lateness, Mr. Malfoy. Next time move a little faster,” Snape said, not looking up from his desk as Draco slid into the first row and sat next to Hermione. His housemates groaned. The blonde wizard looked at the Potions Master in shock. Snape rarely punished students in his own house.
“But, Professor,” Draco began.
“”Twenty more points from Slytherin,” Snape said, his black eyes glinting at Draco maliciously, “do you want to go for twenty more? Keep protesting then, Mr. Malfoy.”
The blonde wizard scowled at the Potions Master. He knew he was being targeted because of Hermione. The witch looked at the Potions Master too, knowing that his rivalry with Draco was making him punish the young wizard. Well, she could expect nothing less of him. This was standard Snape.
Hermione felt her stomach roll when the Professor�s black eyes swept over her. She thought she saw a little heat in them, before he looked back down at the parchment he was reviewing. After a minute, the Professor rose, walked to the chalkboard and wrote the word “LAB” on the board. Ah, so they were going to do some brewing today.
The Professor began to write the brewing ingredients and instructions on the board, the students copying them down on parchment. The Professor than walked out of the class for a moment, then returned wheeling in a cart that held the items they students would need to make the potion.
“Today, we are making a blanket lust potion antidote,” the Potions Master said, pacing back and forth as he spoke. “The use of lust potions on unsuspecting wizards and witches often results in unwanted pregnancies, as well as puts them through the humiliation of having unwanted, unplanned intercourse with another party. One of the worst aspects of being given a lust potion is the individual�s ability to remember everything about the acts they performed, including their inability to stop what is happening to them. A person under the influence of a lust potion can be told to say and do anything in order to receive relief. Giving a person a lust potion without her or his knowledge can result in serving a prison sentence in Azkaban. It is considered to be rape, since the person given the potion consents only because they are under the potions influence and has no choice in the matter.”
Here the Potions Master�s black eyes slid to Draco. The blonde wizard was looking at him with an expression of dull horror on his face. The Potions Master seemed to know of his plan for Hermione. Damn. How did he fucking know?
“So if you have been tempted to use a lust potion to attain someone you desire, I suggest you think again. The penalty for such an act is harsh. Better to hone up on your seductive skills. Today�s potion is a powerful brew that will counteract most lust potions moments after it is imbibed. Please follow the instructions carefully because a mistake can cause extreme damage. Row one, please gather your ingredients and proceed to the lab.”
Draco and Hermione picked up their parchments on which the instructions were written, carried them to the cart and gathered the necessary ingredients. They then walked to the lab. Heated caldrons were already set up. They chose stations next to each other and started on their brews. Draco was cursing internally. Fucking Snape. He was going to try to ruin this for him.
Another student set up a station next to Draco, who cut his eyes at her. Suddenly he gave a small, wicked grin. He had an idea how to get Snape off of him, at least long enough to complete his defilement of Hermione.
For the next hour, the students worked on their potions, the Professor gliding through them, watching their progress carefully, stopping students here and there with a question, then continuing on. He stopped behind Draco and watched him carefully. He didn�t say anything to the wizard because he was doing impeccable work. He moved on to Hermione, standing a bit closer behind her than he did the other students. No one noticed this but Hermione and Draco. Hermione could feel the heat of the Potions Master�s lean body behind her, and fought the urge to lean back and connect with him. Snape leaned in and moved his mouth close to the witch�s ear.” Hermione could feel his warm breath waft across it when he spoke to her..
“I need to talk to you after class, Miss Granger,” he purred silkily, “I think you will like what I have to say.”
Hermione felt her stomach turn over. He could only mean one thing.
“Yes, Professor,” she said a bit huskily.
Draco heard the exchange. So Snape was planning on telling her he�d return her interest. Well, he�d be getting spoiled goods if Draco had anything to do with it. Some students were bottling their potions and bringing them up to Snape�s desk. Draco picked up a pinch of powdered dovesbane and surreptiously tossed it into the caldron next to him as the brewer was otherwise occupied, then moved a bit closer to Hermione. The witch, who happened to be a member of Slytherin house, moved back over the cauldron to add her final ingredient. Suddenly the cauldron flared, the light hitting the witch in the face, scalding her. She screamed and fell over. Her body started convulsing.
“Professor!” Draco shouted as Hermione tried to help the witch.
Professor Snape ran over to the witch, gave her a quick examination, then swept the burned, shuddering young pupil into his arms.
“You all finish up here and go to lunch,” Snape said, whisking through the classroom and out the door with the witch, heading for the infirmary. Draco smirked. That should hold the Professor for at least an hour.
He hurriedly bottled his potion and carried it to Snape�s desk, deposited it, and grabbed the wicker basket. Hermione had already turned in her potion. She was standing there looking after Snape.
“I hope Merelda will be all right,” she said, “she was pretty badly burned.”
“I�m sure she�ll be fine,” Draco responded, “Pomfrey is great with patching up Potions injuries. She�s been doing it for years. Now, let�s do lunch.”
He smiled at Hermione, who returned his smile. Draco moved toward the classroom door.
“All right, Draco. I hope you have something good in that basket. I�m starving,” she replied, falling in step beside him.
“Don�t worry,” Draco said, “I�ve got just the thing to sate your hunger, Hermione.”
They walked up the main stairs and headed for the Astronomy tower.
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Snape was hovering over his injured student. Her face was badly burned. She had no eyebrows left and her eyes were seared shut. The front of her hair was burned away. She was in great pain, and convulsions wracked her body. Pomfrey attended her, trying to first address the convulsions and the pain.
Merelda Bascombe was a good student. She was generally a stickler for following procedure. What had gone wrong? She was also one of his, a Slytherin.
“Severus, sit down!” Pomfrey said, pushing him toward a small folding chair.
Snape sat down on the edge of the chair, his black eyes focused on the writhing girl�s ruined face. She was such a pretty young woman. This was terrible.
“Will you be able to heal her face, Pomfrey?” Snape asked.
The medi-witch looked at him, her face softening.
“You got her here swiftly, Professor. I should be able to restore her,” Pomfrey replied.
“Thank the gods,” Snape breathed.
Pomfrey passed her glowing wand over Merelda�s body several times and finally the convulsions stopped. She turned to Snape.
“All right, I�ve stopped the convulsions, Severus. Now I have to give her something for pain. While I�m working on her, you need to fill out the report. I have the forms in my office. They are in the file cabinet under “Potions Accidents” You know the routine. Use my desk,” she said.
Snape nodded. There were ten pages of forms to fill out. He was glad only one student was injured. Draco was right next to her, he could�ve been burned as well. But luckily the boy was standing close to Hermione when the cauldron blew. Very close.
The Professor frowned, remembering Draco and his plans for Hermione, and his eyes narrowed as a disturbing possibility entered his mind. The wizard couldn�t have purposely contaminated Merelda�s brew as a distraction, could he? Snape felt a coldness sweep over him. Yes, he was a Malfoy. The boy was perfectly capable of harming an innocent person in order to gain his own ends. If a student was injured, the wizard knew that Snape would have to accompany him or her to the infirmary and fill out a lengthy accident report.
Snape hurried into Pomfrey�s office, his heart pounding and retrieved the forms. According to school protocol he couldn�t leave the infirmary until they were completed and stamped by Pomfrey. The Professor sat down, retrieved a quill and started writing furiously.
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Hermione was busily taking food and utensils out of the basket, and setting it up on a checkered tablecloth spread on the stone floor of the tower. There were cold chicken legs, soft crusty bread, potato salad, three bean salad, lemon pie and pumpkin juice, which Draco had brought to the windowsill and was pouring into glasses. He slipped a hand into his robe pocket, and removed the small bottle of lust potion. He opened it and sniffed it. Yes, odorless and tasteless, just as his father said. The instructions said he only needed to add a few drops, but the wizard dumped the entire contents in, returning the empty bottle to his pocket. He added some never-ending ice and brought the juice over to Hermione, handing her the drugged glass smiling.
“Thank you, Draco, ” she said, setting it down. The wizard�s eyes followed the glass. Then he sat, his long legs stretched out in front of him.
“You brought the perfect picnic food, Draco. I love cold chicken and potato salad,” Hermione said, spooning some salad on her plate and a chicken leg. She then fixed a plate for Draco and slid it over. She bit into the chicken and sighed with pleasure.
“This is good,” Hermione said chewing. She noticed Draco was just watching her and not eating.
“Aren�t you going to eat, Draco?” she asked, picking up the pumpkin juice and taking a healthy swallow. Draco grinned at her darkly.
“I�m going to take care of my appetite in a minute, Hermione,” he said, letting his eyes drift over her. Father said the lust potion worked quickly.
Hermione took another bite of chicken. Then she put it down and wiped her hand across her forehead.
“Is it hot to you, Draco?” she asked, grabbing her robes and shaking them so some air would circulate beneath them.
“It is getting rather warm,” he drawled, his ice blue eyes focused on her intently.
Hermione began to unbutton her robes.
“It�s way too hot for these,” she said as her fingers flew down the front. Draco watched her silently as she stripped off the robes. She was now in her school uniform. A sheen was developing on her face.
“Cooler, now?” Draco asked her.
“No. I still feel hot, and�and�strange,” the witch said, wiping her brow again.
“Maybe you should undo the top buttons of your blouse,” Draco suggested.
“Yes,� Hermione breathed, unbuttoning them. She looked at Draco, her eyes slightly confused.
“What is it, Hermione?” he asked her softly, his cock hardening.
“I�I�don�t know. Suddenly I feel a strong urge to�to kiss you,” she said, looking at him, her amber eyes starting to heat up.
“You can do that,” Draco said, getting up, walking over to Hermione and sitting down next to her. The witch leaned in and kissed him gently. She pulled back.
“Draco, I�I,” she said, her eyes still confused.
“Just do what you feel, Hermione,” the blonde wizard said, leaning toward her.
Hermione kissed him again, this time with more ardor. She slipped her tongue into his mouth and felt her body instantly ignite with desire. Draco wrapped his arms around her and kissed her back, feeling her kiss grow deeper and more intense. She slid her hands over his chest, feeling his body beneath his robes. She wanted, needed to touch his skin.
“Draco,” she said against his mouth, “take off your robes. I want to touch you.”
Draco quickly unbuttoned his robes and shrugged out of them. Hermione continued to kiss him, her mouth sliding from his and moving over his throat.
“You taste so good, Draco. Gods,” she murmured, sucking on his neck. The wizard let her do it, his eyes closed, leaning his head away to give her more access. That potion was good. He felt her fingers rise to the buttons of his shirt. She stopped kissing him a moment.
“Your shirt�I�I want to touch your skin, Draco,” she said, her amber eyes burning now.
“Go ahead, Hermione,” Draco said hoarsely. The witch began to unbutton his shirt, she got it halfway open when she leaned in and began to kiss and lick the wizard�s chest.
“I don�t know what�s happening to me,” Hermione gasped as her mouth moved over his skin. She was hot all over. Her skin felt as if it were on fire.
“I do. You want to be fucked by a pureblood, you mudblood,” Draco breathed as she continued to kiss him.
Dimly, the term mudblood registered.
“Draco, she breathed, pulling back from him with an effort, “you called me a mudblood,” she said.
“Yes. That�s what you are. A filthy, little na�ve mudblood. It was so easy to get to you, Hermione,” Draco said coldly, his eyes hot with victory. “Keep kissing my chest.”
Hermione fell back to kissing and licking his torso, horror taking over her mind. She couldn�t stop.
“Lust potion,” she said against his skin, taking a nipple into her mouth gently. Draco hissed.
“Right in one. And I�m going to fuck you like the mudblood slut you are. Intelligent. Hah. You are so stupid to have believed I wanted to be your �friend�. That idiot Potter and Weasley were right this time, you should have listened to them. Your compassion is going to cost you.”
Draco pushed Hermione down on her back roughly and climbed on top of her, pressing his erection between her thighs, and moving against her. Hermione groaned.
“Yes, you want my pureblood cock, don�t you Hermione? Answer me, whore,” Draco breathed, looking down at the aroused witch.
Hermione had tears in her eyes. She knew what was happening but she couldn�t stop herself. It was a nightmare.
“Yes,” she said brokenly. Draco began to unbutton her blouse, revealing her bra-encased breasts. He looked at them appreciatively.
“You have nice tits, mudblood. Want me to suck them?� he asked her.
“Yes,” Hermione sighed, writhing.
“Not yet. I want to tell you something first. It�s always been my intention to use you, mudblood. To stick my cock in you in every possible way. You�ve given me nothing but shit for the past seven years. I hate you more than anyone else in this world. When I fuck you, I�m going to hurt you. I am going to return every bit of pain your very presence caused me. You are nothing. A fucking freak of nature. You shouldn�t even exist, you bitch. True witches don�t come from muggles. I don�t know what the fuck you are.
I�m going to fuck you because I hate you, Granger. I�m going to make you suck my cock too. Fill up that insolent mouth of yours with eight inches of superiority and make you swallow my come. And you�re going to want it. You�re going to want every bit of humiliation I cause you, you slag. This is the only thing you�re good for. Other people may tell you you�re meant for better things, but trust me, you�re nothing but a cunt. And I�m going to show you you�re a cunt. You�re a cunt, aren�t you?” he asked her, rubbing his cock against her hard.
Every bit of Hermione�s mind was screaming don�t say it. Don�t say it. But she did.
“I�m a cunt,” she whispered as she thrust back against the hateful wizard.
Draco smiled cruelly.
“That�s right, mudblood, a fucking cunt,” he purred. Draco pulled her bra up roughly and bit her lightly on her exposed breast, before sucking her nipple into his mouth hard, laving it with his tongue, causing Hermione to arch up against him, moaning, her hand wrapping in his blonde locks and pulling his head against her breast. He growled against her.
“You don�t deserve to be fucked by a pureblood. It�s an honor not meant for freaks like you,” he said as he ran his mouth over her other breast, then looked into her heated amber eyes. “Tell me you�re not worthy.” He sucked on her hard.
“I�m not worthy!” Hermione cried out. Draco started, and reached for his robe. He took out his wand and cast a silencing spell. Then a contraceptive spell.
“Your womb isn�t fit for a Malfoy,” he hissed as she felt the spell tingling inside her. He pushed himself off her, rising to his knees and began to unbutton his pants. Hermione writhed in front of him as he pulled out his cock. He stroked it, looking down at her.
“It�s beautiful, isn�t it, mudblood? You�re a lucky witch,” he breathed. Then he stuck his hand under her skirt, and her knickers, feeling her moistness. His handsome face contorted with lust. Hermione was bucking, trying to get him to touch her more, but he drew his hand away.
“I�m not for your pleasure, mudblood, I�m for your pain. I�m not about to put my mouth on you,” he hissed at her, wiping his hand on his pants. He didn�t want to taste her. It might tempt him. He folded her skirt back and laid on her again, his cock resting on the wet crotch of her knickers. He rubbed it against her. She cried out, pleading with him.
“You want me to fuck you right now, don�t you mudblood? Even though I think you are filthy and beneath me, unfit for anything decent. You aren�t good enough for me. You think you are, but you�re not. You are some kind of mutant that shouldn�t even be walking the earth. But I will fuck you, hating you the entire time. Your first will be a wizard that hates you. You�ll carry this with you the rest of your life,” Draco breathed, his eyes glittering as he lifted his hips and reached under her skirt, pulled her knickers down, then ripped them off of her. He now rubbed himself skin to skin into her wetness, his shaft sliding up and down against her clit. Hermione begged and moaned for penetration, for relief, even as her mind was glazing over with horror. It was like watching herself from a distance and being unable to do anything to stop what she was seeing.
Draco worked himself against her soaked pussy, his blue eyes locked on her face, reveling in her desire for him. He could see the terror and the shame underneath her lust. She didn�t want this, but couldn�t stop it. His revenge was sweeter than he ever imagined. Soon she would be screaming his name, and he�d be buried in her to the hilt, taking her most precious part and telling her it meant nothing to him at all. Draco shuddered against Hermione, his cock swelling to painfulness.
“It�s time, mudblood,” Draco breathed, beginning to hoist her legs.
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A/N: Holy shit! Snape, where are you? Please review.
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