Enemy Seduction: Dramione

No Control

"He must be desperate! Or mad! Of all the low and treacherous schemes, this was the most pathetic of them all!" Hermione fumed, not noticing the many quizzical stares she was receiving from the occupants of the Gryffindor common room.

Lavender casually continued shining her crystal ball.

"It's all a game to him, Hermione," she explained patiently, "And you're the prize. If Draco seems desperate, it's because he knows he's losing."

"A prize? Me? More like his prey!" Hermione declared angrily.

Lavender set aside her crystal ball.

"Darling," she began patronizingly. "Why don't you do us both a favor and stop you ranting! There are two unsuspecting second years placing a dung bomb in Filch's office even as we speak. Go give them detention, read a long book, and I promise you'll feel much better," she finished, patting Hermione's hand.

"But- but what about Malfoy? What am I supposed to do about him?"

"Hermione, has the man managed to seduce you yet?" Lavender asked testily.

Hermione frowned. 

"No," she replied.

"Well, then! I think you'll be just fine. Now, run along. Those second years aren't going to be waiting for you to catch them."

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"You're going to do it? You're actually going to do it?" Blaise asked incredulously. "What about all that horseshit you gave me about pride?"

Malfoy smoothed the front of his robes.

"I'm thoroughly pissed off. Pride isn't a factor any longer. One way or the other, I'm going to have the bookworm. And if that means doing 'the other,' then so be it," he said ruthlessly.

Blaise clapped Malfoy on the back.

"It's good having you back, mate. How about a toast?"

"To my triumphant return?" Malfoy suggested, raising his glass.

"No," Blaise replied, raising his glass as well. "To Mr. Softie. May he rot in peace for all eternity."

Malfoy smirked as they touched glasses.

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The dragon was chasing her through the darkness. Suddenly, she was running through a maze of bookcases. She turned a corner and reached a towering wall of books. It was a dead end. Panicking, she turned and came face to face with eyes of silver...

The dragon slowly backed her into the corner, steam rising from its flaring nostrils. With no chance of escaping, she was paralyzed with fear as the beast opened its mouth and roared a silent breath of fire.

Instead of burning her, she felt waves of pleasure hit her body as the fire grew. Like tongues of flame, the blaze of white heat licked at her breasts as she was slowly consumed by the fire that only intensified with every breath from the beast. She could feel the flames as if they were hands traveling down her body, starting at her breasts and lazily working their way  down, stroking her with pleasurable heat...

Hermione stirred from her dream as she felt actual hands on her body, one massaging her breast while the other slid across her knee and settled between her thighs-

"Malfoy!" Hermione squeaked.

Her eyes shot open to find Draco's face looming above hers in the darkness. Glancing down, se discovered to her upmost horror and chagrin that her nightgown was bunched up around her waist...and Draco was completely naked.