Hes sick of blood.
Pure blood, impure blood, mud blood...
Hes seen too much of it.
And you know what?
Its all the fucking same.
Five years later
Fucking hell! Draco Malfoy hasnt taken
two steps into The Leaky Cauldron when a clumsy
bint stumbles into him and splashes something cold and wet over
his dress robes. You stupid... He looks up
from the sodden mess. Granger! Why am I not surprised?
Sorry, she says, dumping her wine glass on a table.
Let me have a look. It may not be too bad.
Not too bad? Hes incredulous. What
the fuck are you on, Granger? I look like Ive been castrated!
No, you dont, she insists. Trust me,
Draco, Im an expert on stainslots of godchildren!
I can probably... She crouches before him, and examines
the front of his trousers.
And now it looks like shes giving me a blow-job!
he thinks, grabbing Grangers hand and pulling it away from
Yes, she says, looking up at him from down there,
and flashing him the most embarrassing smile, Im sure
I can fix this. Come on.
She scrambles to her feet and, seizing him by the wrist, pulls
him towards a door hes never noticed before, and it takes
him a moment to interpret the brass sign, which reads, WITCHES.
Granger, he growls, digging in his heels, Im
not going in there!
Oh, dont be such a wimp! It wont take a moment.
A wimp. Draco groans. But time is short. Only
because its tonight, he says, and lets her
drag him through the door.
Compared to the Wizards loo, the Witches is a palacewell-lit,
lined with mirrors, and full of complimentary lotions, and boxes
of tissues, and little bowls of spicy pot pourri. Draco decides
hell complain, next time he sees Hannah Abbott.
Granger, meanwhile, has checked that all the cubicles are empty,
and shes sealing the door. Take your trousers off,
With red wine, Draco, its best to lift the liquid
with a Siphoning Spell, then Scourgify the fabric. And thatll
be much easier if you take your trousers off.
All right... he says, persuaded by the stains
close proximity to his family jewels. He unbuttons his fly, and
drops his trousers
Um... says Ganger.
He looks up.
Her face is a deep, burning red. Youderyoud
best give me your shorts as well, she says.
Draco looks down at himself. His silk boxers are soaking wet,
and clinging in a way that leaves absolutely nothing to the imagination.
Turn around, he growls.
He hears Grangers clothing rustle as she moves. So,
she says, obviously thinking that the situation calls for small
talk, whats so special about tonight?
Draco dumps his trousers in one of the basins. What dyou
You said, she says, examining the stain, Only
because its tonight. So whats so special about
He peels off his sodden underwear. IerI have
What dyou mean, Ah? He works the
wet silk, Twisted like a double fucking tourniquet, down
Tergeo! Grangers wand lifts a big gobbet
of wine, and drops it into the basin. Are you planning to
ask her to marry you? she asks, quietly.
Draco straightens up and, forgetting his partial nakedness, stares
at the back of her bushy head. How dyou work that
Well, everyone knows about you and Astoria Greengrass,
Witch Fucking Weekly! He gets his boxers off,
at last, and tosses them into the basin, snatches up some tissues,
and sets about drying himself.
Not that I read it, she says, keeping her
back to him as she picks up his underwear. Tergeo.
No, of course not.
But the girls at work follow all the storiesScourgify!so
I do tend to know whats going on. She folds his clothes,
and lays them on the little shelf beneath the mirrors. There,
she says. All done.
Draco reaches for his boxers; Granger, her back still turned,
moves out of his way, and he catches a breath of her warm, coppery
scent, and instantly recognises it.
Its an intimacy hes never expected to share with
And, the strange thing is, it doesnt disgust him.
Not as it should.
No, in fact, it...
His hands drop to cover his embarrassment (though, mercifully,
Granger isnt looking at him).
Suddenly, hes intensely aware of her body; suddenly,
he knows that, beneath all that sensible tweed, shes ripe,
and fertile, with full breasts, and a slender waist, and a taut,
rounded arse; suddenly, he wants to spread her over the washbasins,
and bury himself deep
Ill leave you then, she says, oblivious to
whats just happened. Ill charm the door to unlock
when you touch it. She pauses, one hand resting on the door
handle. AndumI do hope all goes well tonight,
Draco splashes cold water on his face.
And when that doesnt work, he ducks his head under the
tap and holds it there, until the position becomes unbearable,
and hes forced to straighten up.
As a boy, hed always sort of fancied Grangerespecially
once her teeth had been fixedbut the war had made them enemies,
and it had only been recently, whilst hed been serving as
an External Member on the Ministrys Committee for the Welfare
of Magical Creatures, that he and Granger had tacitly put the
past behind them, and developed a surprisingly comfortable working
Not that in Committee meetingsor even in The Leaky
afterwardshed ever wanted to fuck her brains out...
Merlin, he says, to the wild-eyed madman staring
out of the mirror, its nerves, Dracothats
what it is. Youre worried because marriage means youll
have to stop playing the field. He rubs his forehead, then
rakes his fingers through his long, wet hair. Thats
the only reason youre lusting after Hermione Granger. Believe
The grand salon of Andrés is the perfect
setting for a proposal.
Crystal chandeliers cascade from the high ceiling, their candlesreflected
in the ancient wall mirrors as a thousand points of lightcast
a soft glow upon elegant tables, where couples, their voices hushed
by subtle Muffling Charms, talk and laugh and share intimate secrets.
Draco takes Astorias fur coat and hands it to the doorman,
then offers her his arm andleading her like the prize she
ishe follows the maître d to their table, where
he pulls out Astorias chair and seats her himself.
A single red rose lies waiting for her upon the snowy linen,
because his mothers trained him well.
Draco orders for both of them, selecting Astorias favourite
dishes, and good, but not ostentatious, wines and, throughout
the meal, she gazes at him adoringly, acting her part to perfection.
Shes pleasant enoughnot particularly bright, not
terribly stimulating, not in the least interested in his business
dealings, butlike himshes been raised to play
by the rules. Shell be a good pure-blood wife and, though
she isnt much fun in bed, the ideal mother for his son.
Once hes done his duty, hell find himself a lusty
An image of Granger dances before his eyes.
He banishes it, with a sip of wine.
And, as they wait for the coffee, he reaches out, and takes Astorias
Later the same night
The door opens at his second knock.
Draco! Grangers obviously surprised to see
him. (Its taken some detective work to find out where she
lives but, once hed decided what he wanted, hed been
a man on a mission). Whats happened? she asks.
May I come in?
Um... Well... Yes. Of course. She steps aside to
let him pass.
Her flat, at the unfashionable end of Diagon Alley, is small
and cramped, a riot of flowery fabrics and striped cushions, stained-glass
lanterns and piles of books.
Draco wonders how anyone can live in it.
Granger gestures towards a couple of chintz sofas. Can
I get you a drink?
He sits down. A glass of red would be nice.
Ill see what I have...
She scuttles into her tiny kitchen and, impolitely, he watches
through the door as she rummages in the cupboards and finds a
tray, two glasses, and a bottle.
I only have white...
Thatll be fine.
She sets the tray on the coffee table, and hes about to
do the manly thing and uncork the bottle for her, when she picks
it up and, horror of horrors, unscrews the top. Its
Muggle, she says, apologetically, and pours a little into
one of the glasses, so that he can taste it.
To his surprise, its goodcrisp and dry, with just
a tiny hint of grapefruit. He holds out his glass, and hears her
release the faintest sigh of relief as she fills it.
Did something... Um... Did something go wrong? Tonight?
He knows her well enough to be cagey. Depends what you
mean by wrong.
She pours a glass for herself. Do you want to talk about
Oh. She sits on the other sofa, and eyes him, shyly
but curiously. Then why did you...?
He gives her one of his intense, burning stares, a ploy that
seldom fails with women. Ive been thinking about you,
he says, softly.
Draco... He doubts shes had much experience,
but shes far too bright to mistake what he means; the expression
that flits across her face tells him that shes been
thinking about him, too, and reminds him of the way shed
ogled him in his wet underwear.
Granger blushes, and looks down at the glass in her hands.
Ive been wondering what it would be like, he
purrs. With you.
Oh, Draco... He can practically hear her heart pounding.
But... Astoria... she says.
Thats a line of thought he doesnt want her
He sighs and, bringing up a hand to rake back his long hair,
he poses as a man consumed by hopeless passion. I know I
made your life miserable at school, and Im sorry for it.
I know I chose the wrong side during the war, and I wish I hadnt.
But Im a reformed man now, Hermione...
She doesnt try to silence him, so he carries on: If
I could just convince you how much Iyoure the most
interesting woman Ive ever met, Hermioneclever, and
strong-minded, and feminine, and... And so beautiful...
He raises his eyes, expecting to see her turning to mush but,
being Granger, shes watching him, shrewdly.
He smiles inwardly, and switches to Plan B. You think Im
bullshitting you, he says.
Arent you,she bites her lipa
Plan C. I know Ive never been your type...
He lets the silence stretch out into infinity.
Youre very attractive, Draco, she admits at
last, adding, oh so softly, Ive always liked you.
And hes surprisednot so much by her response, because
his techniques pretty reliable, but by the pleasure
her confession gives him. Genuine pleasure. In his chest.
As well as in his groin.
He moves in for the kill, thinking of all the things hed
like to do to her, and letting them smoulder in his eyes, and
throb in his voice: I need you, Hermione.
He can see that she wants himshes practically wetting
herselfbut, for some reason, shes still holding back.
You dont want... he probes.
No! I mean, she stammers, its
not... Its just... Her voice drops to a whisper. Its
He smiles. I know.
You know? But doesnt it... I thought men found
it disgusting. She frowns. How do you know,
He cant tell her he can smell it (and that the smells
driving him crazy). A woman has a certain glow, he
says, when shes... You know.
Thats pregnancy, Draco, she says, and
its so Granger, so all-knowing and so bossy, he finds
It turns you on, she says.
Clever girl. He nods.
I always knew you were a pervert, Malfoy.
But shes smiling at him now, and blushing prettily, as
though theyre sharing some private joke, andFucking
hell!its unbelievably sexy. You dont
know the half of it, he says, depositing his glass on the
coffee table as he rises and moves to sit beside her.
Her hands come up and, feather-light, settle on his chest, whilst
her eyes search his face, telling him that shes just dying
to uncover his other perversions.
Oh, thank you, Merlin!
Their first kiss is clumsy, all bumped noses and fumbling hands.
He pulls back. Let me take the lead, will you?
They both grin.
But Dracos never had much time for foreplayhis
reputations based on staying powerand he wants to
get down to it.
Bedroom, he grunts.
Mmm. She twists in his arms and scrambles to her
feet, backing away and drawing him by his lapels, and he follows,
still kissing her, until they reach the bed and fall onto it,
tearing at each others clothing.
We should, she gasps between kisses, we shouldahuse
Dracos no time for niceties. Scourgify, he
Mmm. She wriggles onto her back and, quickly vanishing
her underwear, opens her legs for him.
A woman after my own heart!
Theres no sign of blood, which disappoints him a little,
butrock hard and ever eagerhe rips open his buttons,
frees himself and, positioning himself with his hand, sinks into
her in one long, slow stroke.
Merlin, its fabulous!
Shes smallamazingly tightand lusciously wet.
He pulls back and, looking down at where their bodies join, he
sees her blood on his shaft, thick and red, and he slides back,
balls deep, savouring the added sensationsthe glowing warmth,
and the subtle, teasing friction.
Happy as a sandboy, he rears up on his hands, withdraws, and
thrusts again, arching his back and grinding. The feelings
intense; his every move feels masterful; the sense of power sends
shivers of pleasure shooting through his body.
Granger suddenly tenses her muscles and squeezes him hard, anddimlyhe
realises shes telling him to get on with it.
He obliges, looking down at herat her bright eyes, and
flushed cheeks, and her moist, red lipsas he fucks herin
and out, in and out, in a strong, steady rhythmand she
fucks him back, meeting his thrusts and gasping out his name each
time he rams the air from her lungs, Dra-co-oh, Dra-co-oh...
Shes bold and eager, and as far from a good pure-blood
wife as its possible to be.
And, fuck, does her tight little pussy make a man want to
He stops abruptly and, head bowed, holds himself still, breathing
Draco? Her voice sounds small, and uncertain.
Shhh, he whispers.
He has that strange, warm feeling in his chest again, and he
leans in, and kisses her mouth. Its just too soon,kissI
need to calm down...
Then she wraps her arms and legs around him, crosses her ankles
(digging her heels into his arse), and rocks, and
Draco loses it, pounding into her until shes climaxing
beneath him, jerking and writhing and wailing like a banshee.
For him, the world has shrunk down to nothing but his own frantic
need to thrust, andsuddenlyhes there; pleasures
spreading in waves from his cock and his balls, pushing out into
his belly, his arse, and filling up his thighs, and he knows hes
going to come; hes going to come
Fuck, hes coming.
Draco rolls onto his back and, savouring the feeling of triumph
that always follows the planting of his seed, looks down at himself.
His cock, still half-hard, is covered in Grangers blood,
Like a lethal weapon, he thinks, proudlyand, immediately,
its locked and loaded again.
The average man, says Granger, in that Head Girl
voice of hers, needs half an hours rest before he
can get another erection.
Im not an average man, Granger.
Obviously not... She leans over himone of her
nipples brushing his cheekand retrieves her wand from the
bedside cabinet. What happened to Hermione?
It doesnt sound right. He pushes himself up
on his elbows to see whats going on.
Aguamenti. Grangers got a cloth from
somewhere, and dampened it and, as he watches, she starts sponging
the blood from his hard-on, in long, firm strokes.
Fucking hell, he gasps, sinking back onto the pillow.
Fuck. Ing. Hell. His hips rise up to assist
At school, she says, working on that spot,
just where his foreskin joins the rest, apparently oblivious to
the effect shes having on him, Draco!
Keep it still.
Like he wants to control it!
At school, she repeats, wiping with determination,
I never believed all those rumours about you.
Mmm? What rumours? Conversations not exactly
his top priority at the moment.
What rumours! she laughs. Now I know
you planted them yourself. She starts on his balls, her
careful sponging sending wayward spikes of pleasure between his
legs and into his arse. But I have to say, she continues,
seriously, that you are very good at it, what with
all your energy, and your Quidditch-toned thighs.
It takes a few moments for that to penetrate. My Quidditch
Romantic heroes always have Quidditch-toned thighs,
Draco. She lifts his sac, sliding her cloth underneath,
and rubs his legs clean. Women like muscular thighs, you
know. And yours arewell, yours are gorgeous, actually. Your
whole bodys beautiful... Her gaze travels up his torso,
coming to rest on the swell of his pectorals, and Dracowho
likes to pretend hes indolent but, in fact, works hard on
keeping himself fitbasks in her frank admiration.
Suddenly, she leans in, and nuzzles his package, and tendrils
of her bushy hair tickle his belly.
Dracos cock responds with urgency and, biting back a groan
thats almost a whimper, he grasps a handful of her mane.
I havent played Quidditch in ages, he says,
trying to persuade her to use her mouth.
You should. Youre a good Seeker. She licks
his length, teasing him with her tongue, but doesnt take
Im good at a lot of things, he reminds
her, twitching himself hopefully.
Modest, too, she says, giving him one last kiss before
she Scourgifies the cloth and puts it back on the bedside cabinet.
Now youre ready again.
Willing and able, says Draco.
With a business-like efficiency thats maddeningly exciting,
she lifts her leg over him, and straddles him, lowering herself
onto him and rubbing her wet pussy along his erection, a cock-teasing
combination of school marm and whore.
Where did a bookworm like you learn to be so sexy?
he says. Is it true that Muggles have a textbook that tells
them how to do it?
Still grinning, she comes up on her knees and, leaning on one
hand, reaches down and lifts his cock.
Draco watches her, mesmerised.
There are lots of sex guides, she replies,
wriggling her hips into position. My parents had a copy
of The Joy of Sex hidden on top of the wardrobe.
She sinks down and, with a deep, guttural sigh, impales herself
upon him. I had to climb up on a chair to read it.
I knew there had to be a book involved, somewhere,
he mutters, loving the feel of her pussy engulfing him, warm and
slick with blood. Whats the kinkiest thing youve
ever read? He lies back, hands behind his head, and lets
her do the work.
Well, she says (rather huskily), some nineteenth
century brothels, apparently, had railway carriages.
He closes his eyes to better enjoy the luxury of being ridden.
To ferry in the punters?
No,Draco offers her a few shallow thrustsfake
carriages, she says, the sudden crack in her voice showing
that his efforts being appreciated. To have sex
Her pace quickens, and Draco opens his eyes to find her leaning
over him, tits bouncing, and he reaches up, and palms two good
Theyd have, she groans, have servants,
standing outside, rocking the thing back and forth, to make it
feelahmore realistic, andno, wait! She
pushes his hands away and, slowing right down, sits back on her
heels, putting her own hands on her hips, andbreasts jutting
Fuck. Ing. Hell! He clutches at the bed sheets and, fighting
an almost murderous urge to throw her onto her back and rip into
her, watches a bead of sweat run down her throat, slip between
her glorious tits, and...
It drops onto his own belly
Draco grabs her arse, thrusting upwards and fucking her like
Ive always, gasps Granger, riding him like
a bull, always thoughtthe servantsoh Godthe
servantsthey must have tornmust have torneach
others clothes offyou knowafteroh afterOh
God!Oh God!Oh yes!Oh pleeease!
You Transfigure the bed, cries Draco, his
hips bucking frantically, Ill hire a coupleand
we can be the servants!
Does that meandoes that meanare we together
A few moments later
Get OUT! She jumps off the bed, stark naked, andincandescent
with ragegets as far away from him as her cramped little
bedroom will allow.
You came here, pretending that Astoria had turned you down
What? I never said
You made me think... She grabs a jar of something,
and throws it at him; he snatches it out of the air. And,
all the time, all you wanted was a final fling.
Ive told you what I want.
A mistress, she cries, screwing up her face
as though the word tastes disgusting. A Mudblood mistress!
Fine when you want a quick shag, but not good enough for a proper
Its not about blood, Grangeryou know its
not about bloodfucking hell, havent I proved that?
He throws back the sheet to display his blood-smeared cock.
I should have hexed that off, when I had the chance!
And missed tonight?
I thought it wasaaargh! She grabs another
bottle and hurls it; he ducks. I thought this was something
It wasit is something real! If youll
just... He crawls across the bed, one hand protecting his
head, the other reaching out for her.
She shrinks back. If blood doesnt matter, Draco,
and you dont love Astoria, then why are you marrying her?
Oh, for fucks sake! Its class, Granger.
Its all about class. Your parents may be important
in the Muggle world
And theyre not here, either. Youre not one
of us, Granger. You... You dont play by the rules. You want
your independence, you want a career, and He clenches
his fists in frustration. Its just not an option,
Hermione. Not for the wife of a pure-blood. But as my mistress,
you can have it all. Merlin, Ill even finance you
Just go, Draco, she says, turning her back on him.
He wonders how a naked woman, bloody, sweaty, and thoroughly
shagged, can possibly look so noble.
If this were Astoria, he thinks, as thick as two short
planks but well-trained, shed be negotiating with me: Give
me the villa on Capri and twenty-five thousand Gallies a year;
agree to support any kids; seal it with the Unbreakable Vow, and
you have yourself a deal...
But Granger wouldnt dream of doing anything so tawdry.
Merlin, the womans impossible.
He gets up, and Scourgifies himself, enjoyingfor oncethe
intense prickling sensation.
He has a massive hard-on, of course, because Grangers the
toughest woman hes ever known, and the thought of mastering
her makes him so hard it hurts. But hed learned the difference
between fantasy and reality during the war, learnedSecond
hand, thank Merlinthat forcing a woman wasnt his
He pulls on his clothes, making a few minor repairs, and glances
in the mirror.
A quick rake of his fingers through his long hair and youd
never know hed spent the night shagging his soul matenot
unless you looked deep into his eyes.
And whos going to do that?
Just think about it, Granger, he says, wearily.
I dont need to think about it.
He pauses at the bedroom door. Please, he says. If
you feel anything for me at all
Are you still here?
He gives up. For now. Ill be back, he
says, opening the front door. Because, in the end, Ill
make you change your mind, Hermione.
And, as hes closing the door behind him, he hears her quiet
reply: I know you will, Draco.