But woah, thanks for all the comments! I am floored! This whole thing went better than I expected.
Hmm, to clear a few things up, someone asked “If Hermione had that dragon between her breasts after
she went back to her room on the first night, why did he carve one again?” That was my, er, lame
attempt at cinematic effect. See, she got the dragon tattoo (the second night), then it flashbacked to
how she got it (first night/that day), then it flashed forward to the present at the end again (second
night). Uh, kinda confusing? I apologize.

I know it was kinda sick, but I really didn’t have any other way of making sure Hermione didn’t tell
anyone. I mean, the whole,  “Keep quiet or I’ll kill your friends” could get old – REAL fast, especially
with the stuff he’s doing to her. If I were her, I’d TELL. So I had to make sure she didn’t. Or else,
you know, The End. Anyways, all of your comments are appreciated! ENJOY!

Disclaimer: A-Are they mine? I don’t quite remember………I-I THINK they are……but…… OH,
no wait. THEY’RE NOT.

A Dragon's Feast

by spiffytiffi
 
 

Chapter 5
 

It was a beautiful Sunday afternoon at Hogwarts. The birds were chirping, and the dew on
the flowers was just about dried up. Hermione blinked. How did she make it to the library?
It must have been instinctive, for the library was her only haven, the only place where she
could possibly forget.

She stood up, deciding to be at least prudent with her time. She walked robotically towards
the spell books, trying to find a countercurse to the dragon carved on her chest. Damn, it must
be in the restricted section – after all, that wasn’t a fluffy-feel-good spell. She sighed.

She looked at her hands. Did it really happen? It almost felt like a nightmare. She groaned -
how she wished. Why wasn’t she in bed, just sleeping away her sorrow?

A large hand clapped her shoulder. She screamed and turned, knocking the books on the
table away.

“Woah! What’s wrong Hermione?!” Ron asked, holding both of his hands up. She leaned on
the table for support, her legs wobbly. She took deep breaths, terror still in her eyes.

“’Mione? You okay?” Harry asked, stepping forward, hand outstretched.

She couldn’t find her voice, her mouth just moved in silence. Finally, “I- I’m fine……..Harry.
You just surprised me, that’s all.”

Harry and Ron looked at each other and then looked back at her. “No, you’re not fine,
‘Mione. You’re sounding kinda hoarse, what’s the matter? ” Ron asked, concerned.

Hermione’s eyes teared. She was so grateful for them – it wasn’t until now did she realize
how much she loved them. Her friends – her bests friends. They cared about her. And she
couldn’t say a word to them. She had to lie. And she hated it.

“The thing is…….oh, please don’t laugh, especially you Ron,” she began, trying to make
her voice steady. They waited expectantly.

“I haven’t done ANY homework this weekend! Not even the scrolls that’re due tomorrow!”
She couldn’t believe how menial it all sounded now. “And I had a nightmare last night about
how I got expelled from Hogwarts. I thought you were Professor Dumbledore, Ron, coming
to tell me I had to leave!”

They both visibly relaxed. “It’s really not like you to not do your homework Hermione!
What happened?” Harry asked, still a bit doubtful.

“I…….I-I’m a little sick.,” she stuttered.

Ron took one look at her and his face softened. “Hey, don’t worry about it! Me an’ Harry’ll
help you out, won’t we Harry?” He nudged Harry hard in the ribs. Harry grunted. “It’s kinda
easy once you get started. Come on, let’s go to the Common Room where it’s warm, okay?
You’ll make your cold worse if you stay here.”

Hermione relaxed, her smile showing the immense relief she felt. She nodded. “L-Lemme
just put away these books, all right?” She took the huge pile of books and started to put
them back on the shelves.

When she was walking away, Ron didn’t tear his eyes away from her. He mumbled, “She
um, looks nice today, huh?” Harry turned to stare at him. A knowing smile appeared on his
face and he grinned. Was Ron finally coming to terms with his crush on Hermione?

Harry nodded; he had to agree, she did look quite pretty today. She was wearing a white,
long-sleeved turtleneck and a plaid miniskirt. It showed off her long legs and slender figure.

She returned, with only one book left in her hand. “Okay, let’s go. This book goes in the
front,” she said, feeling a bit better now that her friends were here. What would she do
without them? A blanket of warmth engulfed her.

She reached the shelf closest to the entrance of the library, attempting to place the book
on the highest ledge. The door to the library swung open – surprise surprise, it was Draco
Malfoy. He blinked. He too was surprised to see her. His look of surprised quickly
changed to that of a leer as he looked her up and down, undressing her with his eyes.

She stared, her hands jerkily putting the book in place, her eyes never leaving his. He
went behind her and put his hand under her raised arm, placing his hand directly on top
of her tattoo. He pressed himself against her, his breath hot against her cheek. She
started to tremble.

<Pleasedon’thurtmeGoawayPleasepleasepleaseSomeonecomeDON’TTOUCHME!!>

“Hello Hermione,” he whispered seductively.

“What the hell are you doing to her?!” Ron shouted, seeing how intimately close they were.
Harry quickly took out his wand as Ron waved his.

Malfoy glared at them, ready to bark out an insult, when he glanced over at Hermione.
Her face was flushed – she wasn’t even looking at her friends. She was staring down at
the floor, into nothing. He could feel her shivering.

Ron’s eyes twitched as he saw Malfoy lean closer to Hermione and whispered something
into her ear. She stiffened.

“……..Draco,” she whispered, unable to keep her voice from cracking.

He chuckled and strode out of the room, shooting Harry and Ron a look of complete
triumph.

They quickly ran to Hermione’s side. Millions of questions poured out. What was he doing?
Why did you call him Draco? Why was he so close?

Hermione suddenly bursts out in tears. They quickly stopped their questions. She sobbed,
trying hard to regain control. She shakily stepped forward, but her legs were too weak and
she started to fall forward. Ron rushed forward to catch her. She clung to him pitifully,
while Harry held her shoulders for support.

Somewhere in the middle of her crying, they could make out, “……..wanted to tell you…..
horrible……..I couldn’t………he– ”

She quickly stiffened, and Ron held her tightly. “’Mione?!”

She screamed in pain, her whole body arching. As quickly as it came, the pain passed and
she crumpled to the floor, unconscious.

“HERMIONE!”

*******************************************************

She slowly opened her eyes. It was already dark out. She coughed, her mouth was parched
and dry like she had her mouth full of cotton balls. A deep voice cleared his throat beside her.
She gulped, desperately praying it wasn’t who she thought it was.

Hermione started to question her religious belief as it was indeed Draco Malfoy that was
sitting beside her on an uncomfortable hospital chair. He had his legs crossed (in that manly
manner, with his ankle atop his knee) and his hands laced together, covering part of his
face. He looked ever the pleased predator.

She unconsciously scooted away from him. Why was he always _right_ there?

He sighed in disappointment. “I told you it was futile to tell someone. I warned you it would
be painful. You just don’t listen, do you? I hope you realize now I never make empty threats.”

She whispered, her voice rasping, “What do you want from me?!”

He slowly smiled, positioning himself above her.

“You.”

He saw the internal conflict going through her eyes. Finally, she snarled, “Go to hell!”

He blinked. Hell? Maybe breaking her was harder than he thought. Just the thought of
that made him heady with desire. The moment she would submit to him would be the most
glorious conquest he has ever had. No one ever refused him. And soon, neither would she.

He shrugged, a devious grin on his face. “Well, if you send me to hell, then I’ll send you to
heaven.”

He crushed her mouth in a burning kiss, ignoring her muffled protests. He quickly opened
her mouth with his tongue, battling his way through. Her mouth must produce some sort of
wine, because he was growing more intoxicated and addicted by the second.

He let his tongue dive into her sweet mouth, exploring every space and crevice. Having
Malfoy licking her teeth and fighting her tongue was too much for Hermione; she tried to
push him off her – a useless attempt. She moaned unconsciously.

There. Malfoy felt the all-too familiar warmth seep to his groin. He put one of his hands
under her head and pushed her towards him, deepening the kiss. His other rested on one
her breasts and began to massage it. Her hands, which were on his shoulders to push
him off, suddenly grabbed a fistful of his shirt as the onslaught of emotion hit her.

She was so ashamed – she hated the thought of him violating her, but her body became
hotter and a sharp compression formed in pit of her stomach. Malfoy slipped his hand
underneath her turtleneck and continued to fondle her breasts. Hermione gasped, her
breathing becoming quicker and more labored. He went beneath her bra to touch her
properly.

He teasingly pinched her erect nipples, making her squirm under him. A light glow of
sweat appeared on her skin. He switched breasts, making the other just as erect as the
other. As he fondled her, he couldn’t help but admire how soft and full they were – her
skin felt like rose petals.

His hand trailed down her abdomen lightly. Lifting her skirt, he dived into her panties.
Hermione let out a gasp. Draco chuckled deep in his throat, clashing his tongue harder
against hers. She could feel his nimble fingers probe at her opening and she started to
thrash around. She did not want his fingers in her!

Draco froze.

His sensitive ears could pick up the nurse’s footsteps in the next room. She would be
entering in a matter of minutes. He growled, extremely frustrated he couldn’t satisfy
himself. He retracted his hand from her skirt and pulled his mouth off of hers.

He looked at her gasping for breath, her face beautifully flushed. Looking at such an inviting
site made him even more infuriated that he could not have her for longer. He scowled.

He reached into his pocket and took out Hermione’s wand. It would look too suspicious if
she didn’t have it for class tomorrow. Besides, he had confidence in his spell. He placed the
wand discreetly beside her on the bed.

Hermione’s eyes finally began focusing again, and she noticed her wand besides her. Too
spent to reach for it, she could only gasp for breath. She could vaguely hear Malfoy over the
roaring waves ringing in her ears.

“I’m not done with you yet, Hermione,” he said menacingly, before giving her a parting
passionate kiss. He bit her tongue, just enough to hurt. She gave a small cry of pain in his
mouth.

“Remember who you belong to.”

With that, he swiftly left the room before the nurse entered. The nurse’s unwanted interruption
would not be forgotten. He slammed the door behind him.

Hermione jumped at the sound, her heart pounding furiously. The nurse entered and took one
look at her.

“Oh my! You look a bit flushed! Perhaps you’re coming down with a fever. Let me get a
tonic in the other room dear.” She returned to the back room.

The poor nurse, she was also facing an intense resentment from Hermione. <Why couldn’t
she come in sooner? What kind of nurse is she?!> She thought furiously.

But quickly, Hermione’s anger died, replaced by disgust, fear, and self- pity. Swallowed a
sob and turned face down on her pillow. She couldn’t believe the feelings she had had – it
was indescribable. But she hated it so much – why did it have to be him? Why did it have
to be her?

“Hermione? Are you okay – what’s wrong?!” Harry asked. Harry? She lifted her head
from her pillow. Harry and Ron were at the foot of her bed with a tray of food. She must
not have noticed them entering.

“I feel sick,” she whispered. It wasn’t a lie.

“Yeah, you look it. Here, eat a lot of food, okay? To get your strength back,” Ron said,
placing the food on the small table near her bed.

“I’m not very hungry……….”

“Eat, or we’ll have to spoon-feed you. And you’re not coming to class tomorrow either,
got it? You need some rest,” Harry said with finality.

Hermione contemplated. She really didn’t want to be back in class with Malfoy; she
would feel too exposed. She would be safe here. <If only that stupid nurse would stay
in the room.> She thought sourly.

She nodded, agreeing. She could see her friends relax. The nurse came back with tonic
in hand. “Out boys, she needs her rest!” she clucked, shooing the towards the exit.

They reluctantly waved and left. Hermione dutifully swallowed a mouthful of heaven-
knows-what, and laid back down on her bed. She looked at her hands. She felt dirty.

She shifted to her side, and remembered she finally had her wand back. She quickly
picked it up and grasped it firmly in her hand as if she was afraid it would be taken
away from her.

She studied it, her brilliant mind racing at light-speed. For the longest time, she did
nothing but stare at her wand, barely breathing. Finally, a look of comprehension glossed
her face. The solution dawned on her.

<I have you now Malfoy…..> she thought. She smiled a grim smile.

<I have you now.>
 
 
 

Sooooo, anybody like it? I admit, I _did_ kind of make Hermione recover a lot faster than would
be expected (I know I would be TOTALLY traumatized and act like a limp doll) but really, we’ve
got to keep this story moving! Incidentally, someone said I made them choke on their Snapple. Er,
is that a good thing? No? Hmmmmmmmmm……………….. I’m really terrible with tenses – it’s
past for one sentence, and then suddenly it’s present. It’s driving me CRAZY! Stupid English!

Also, I have to apologize. The updates will not be coming as frequent as usual, as school has
started – I will be loaded with homework/tests. BUT! Once the first semester is over, I’m confident
I can resume writing at a much quicker pace. But don’t worry. I have all the chapters worked out
(er, mostly), so I promise, at the very least, this story will NOT go unfinished. I just need to find the
time to write the damn thing in its entirety. So this will be the last post for a while.

Sometimes I’m inclined to write my own opinions into the fic – here, how’s this sound? Ahem:

Draco, with his hot blonde bangs sexily covering his gorgeously sexy gray eyes, smiled that dark,
seductive and sexy smile that would make any girl swoon and melt into a puddle of goo. His sexy
deep baritone voice was so sexy that words can do him no justice. When he sexily swept his sexy
hair off of his sexy eyes with his sexy hand (only he could pull off having a sexy hand), Hermione
realized what a fool she has been and ripped off her shirt. There was no room for arguments. He
was just too damn sexy.

“TAKE ME NOW DRACO!” she screamed lustily, eyeing him in that sexy outfit he was wearing
today; an outfit that sexily intensified his sexy body.

Draco blinked sexily. Then he shrugged sexily. “Yeah, alright,” he said sexily.

And he proceeds very sexily, I’m sure.

THE (sexy) END

I think I wrote the word sexy too much. But what other word is there dammit?! Oh, the curse of
being an impartial author!!!
 

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