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Harry awoke slowly. The room was dark and he didn't quite want to open his eyes. Perhaps the bed or room was unfamiliar, or something else, but it was clearly quite early and he still felt tired.

A female body laid on top of him, her amazing curves soft to his touch, except in his groggy state he was barely cognizant of the smoothness of her skin or her warmth.

Figuring it must have been his sister Evelyn, he brought her closer and kissed her forehead lovingly. Over the month at the Weasley's, they would wake up early in the morning and try to get in a good snog or two before Ron awakened. It was easy since they would just snog quietly until they heard noise from his bed.

She had adjusted her position a bit, so he figured she must have been awake as well.

"Hey love," he whispered into her ear. "I've been dreaming about you… come here…"

She seemed to appreciate that, and moved her head closer until it was just at the base of his neck. He smiled, delighting in the scent of his sister, she smelled of irises and acacias, it was a wonderful scent. The fact that it wasn't Eve's normal scent did not even register in his mind.

Deciding he didn't want to wait any longer to enjoy their morning snog, he tilted her head and kissed her face lightly until he found her lips. It was still very dark, too dark to see much, but the sun was beginning to shine through the window. When finally their lips met, hers were a bit dry but still very, very soft.

She had seemed a bit surprised at the initial kiss, for she hesitated for a moment, but then she threw herself at him, her lips pressing into his in a hot and heavy passion. Her fingers began running through his hair, and she began grinding her body against him, both of their loins aching to feel more.

Despite his hazy state of mind, he was ecstatic at the sheer electricity that was flowing through their lips currently. He always loved this about his sister, every time they kissed it felt like it was both their first and their last kiss. And this morning it seemed she was being particularly aggressive, he thought fondly as their lips attacked each others again and again.

She was moaning in pleasure, pressing her body against his and energizing the state of his lower body, especially his pelvis and nether region areas, they were on fire, the sheer amount of friction causing his member to become very, very aroused.

Their lips still locked in a heated kiss, he began exploring her mouth with his tongue, slowly entering and flickering about. Again she seemed surprised – that was odd, since she usually was the one to push her tongue into his mouth first, Eve was always more aggressive like that.

However after a few seconds of his tongue wandering around her mouth lonely and without a partner, soon hers sprang into action. Pressing against his, her tongue was softer and thinner than he remembered it to be, and she seemed tentative at first, almost as if she had never done this before.

It didn't matter though, because soon their tongues were wrestling with each other's in that space between the meeting of their lips, and after a few more seconds her tongue was now attacking his mouth. It was longer than he thought it would be, as she was licking every inner part of his mouth, while their saliva flowed through each other tongues and basted the other person's mouth.

He liked the energy, but he didn't think she needed to be so passionate, after all it was just another morning snog. But the way she was kissing him he would have thought it was the end of the world and there was nobody left but the two of them. Of course, it didn't change the fact that this level of charged kissing was amazingly pleasurable.

"You are so wonderful Eve." He murmured softly as their lips and tongues battled again and again, their hands running through each other's hair, delighting in the feeling of each other's bodies.

Suddenly, she stopped. Even though their lips were still locked, she had stopped moving, and a shockwave of anxiety surged through him.

Why had she hesitated in the beginning and when he had used his tongue? Why was she so passionate even though it was just a morning snog? He had forgotten what she smelled like, it wasn't acacias and irises was it? It was something else, Eve always smelled of lavender and lilies, no, this wasn't right at all.

Thoughts exploded into his mind. Why was she topless? Eve always wore a t-shirt. Her skin was softer than he had remembered. Her hair was unworldly silky and straight, as if it were maintained in perfect condition. Her voice was different, sexier than he had remembered Eve's to be.

Worst of all, she was definitely taller than he remembered his sister to be. And also heavier, but not by much. Her chest area was bigger and her butt, the way it perked up, was DEFINITELY larger than he had remembered. Her hourglass figure was almost incredible, no, Eve was maturing but she had not nearly matured to this level yet, this was, this was…

He opened his eyes, and in the early glow of the morning, two incredible and deadly icy blue eyes stared back at him.

"Oh shit."

"What the FUCK POTTER?!" Celine Malfoy yelled. "What the hell did you just call me?!"

"… oh Jesus fucking Christ," he cursed as he threw his hand on his face.

"Jesus Christ? Are you a fucking muggle?" He took a peek at her expression. It was not good. Her gorgeous face looked more murderous than ever. "Don't try to fuck with me. What. Did. You. Call. Me."

He couldn't even pass off the word "Eve" as a nickname for her, like "Ce-le" or "Cillie" or "Cece," these kinds of absurd thoughts flew through his brain at this moment. Eve sounded too different than Celine, and he was so obvious about it, only a person with hearing problems could have misheard him saying anything else other than "Eve."

"I… called you Eve." He said slowly but honestly.

SLAP

She had slapped him and it stung. The amount of anger she had put into that slap hurt more than the physical pain itself. She was now straddling him harshly, leaning over him, her facial expression equivalent to that of a vengeful goddess, a beautiful one nevertheless.

"You thought I was your SISTER?!" She sounded incredulous. "What the fuck, what the fuck, what the fuck?"

"I'm sorry, fuck, it came out wrong." This was a fucked up beyond all repair situation, a fucking FUBAR. Fucking^5 to the 5th power.

"Came out wrong? Don't make me laugh." She laughed anyway, crueler than ever. "Here I was, comfortably asleep, when suddenly, POTTER'S voice begins to say such sweet things to me like how he has been dreaming about me. So when you kissed me I didn't resist at all!"

"Ermm… right, which is why I kept kissing you, if you had resisted I wouldn't have done that."

"Such. A. Gentleman." She spat, sarcasm dripping from her mouth. "You thought I was your sister, out of all people, and not only that you took my first kiss. Good Merlin what was I thinking, to let you ruin my first kiss like that."

"Come on Malfoy, it wasn't that bad…"

SLAP

Her icy blue eyes blazed with indignation. "That's not the point you fucker! My first kiss was supposed to be special, with someone special, and it was supposed to be for a GOOD REASON. Do you realize how many. Fucking. Times. I have refused other opportunities to kiss someone else?"

"Umm… a lot?" He guessed, but at this point she was not even listening to him anymore, clearly the Malfoy monologue had begun.

"Warrington. Pucey. Flint. Higgs. Bole and Derrick and Bletchley and even MONTAGUE last year. Not just Slytherins, Davis too and Stretton and Burrow. Inglebee, Applebee, and even DIGGORY! And Wood. Ugh not to mention those Weasleys, all twenty of them or whatever. And guys who have already graduated, there were so many of them. I rejected all of them! I didn't care. None of them were good enough for me. I wanted someone special, someone… someone like you." Her voice was briefly tender, but evidently this did not last. "And I thought I got everything I wanted, but instead, what do I find, you didn't kiss me because I was ME, you kissed me because you thought I was your SISTER! I was fucking right last night when I said I envied your sister, the two of you actually MAKE OUT like that?! What the flying fuck? How is it possible that she is so lucky she not only gets to sleep with you but also gets to KISS you?"

There was no semblance of coherence in her thoughts, it was literally all over the place. He had heard a lot of monologues from both Malfoys over the years but this was clearly one for the ages. The fact that she was topless and her breasts were bouncing up and down in anger barely registered in his mind, and her expression of fury was simply murderous, admittedly it might have all been rather adorable.

"I didn't even know incest still existed, how the hell do you two get away with it? Surely Weasley or fucking Longbottom must have snuck a peek once in a while, everyone knows both of them are crushing for your sister like two little horny twats. Fuck, bloody fucking hell, you do realize that incest is illegal right? You do realize that if I were to tell my father, or Professor Snape, or McGonagall, what might happen to you? Hell I could open this door right now and gather the entire Slytherin house to tell them what an incestuous pair of fuckers the Potters are, that will make a story for the tabloids!"

"Malfoy, look at me, I'm so sorry, please, calm down." This was getting out of hand, he had never heard her talk so much, or hell, anyone talk this much in his entire life. He thanked Merlin that they had a silencing ward otherwise the entire school would be awake pretty soon.

"No! Fucking no, you took my first kiss, I had been saving it for so long. I fucking hate you Potter, I shouldn't have done this whole fucking thing in the first place. AND I LET YOU MAKE OUT WITH ALL OF MY FRIENDS! There is no way any of them would even look at you, you're only a fourth year, if I hadn't invited you! They all questioned why I chose you, but I actually defended you against all of the rumors and made you look like a fucking hero, but in fact you're such a fucking asshole, I can't believe you thought I was-E-MMMPHF FUCKMMFPH-"

Not letting her finish he lifted himself up and slammed his lips against hers, silencing her with his mouth as she struggled against him, her furious words threatening to spill out as she beat at his back.

"LET- MMPFFH- ME GO – MFMFMFPH!" Both of them had forgotten entirely about magic and this was now a completely physical matchup, and being a male Harry wrestled her onto the bed and pinned her down, all the while shoving his lips against hers in a desperate bid to shut her up.

"FUCK! POTTER I HATE YOU!" She screamed in the one second that he had to readjust his position before he forcibly pressed his lips against hers again, grunting in pain as she had kneed him in the stomach, but he kept kissing her in a life and death scramble, drowning out whatever voiceless curses she was trying to throw at him.

Still struggling madly like a wounded animal, she kicked and elbowed and beat at him with her hands and cursed mutely, Harry continued pinning her mouth and body down against the bed, holding on for dear life, because he knew that once he let go, all hell would break loose again.

Their silent but deadly wrestling match seemed to last forever, with both parties struggling, grappling, trying to overpower the other, but it was clear that Harry was stronger than the Malfoy heiress, but achieving this was not easy, he silenced her with his mouth and pinned both of her arms down, using his pelvis and legs to pin down her lower body so that she wouldn't be able to knee him or kick at him.

It was like that for another minute or two, and just when Harry thought he could not keep her restrained any longer, he realized that she had stopped struggling.

And suddenly she was kissing him back.

In an instant it seemed everything had changed, he had broken her past her tipping point and her lips were now attacking his furiously, passionately, without restraint.

Their lips folded and kneaded against each other, saliva flowing freely between their mouths, and soon their tongues were again fighting it out, Harry wasn't sure who began first, but she was not resisting anymore, that was the most important thing that he was grateful for.

Their epic confrontation had now became an undignified, raw, impassioned expression of their respective humanities, their lips clutching at each other with the intensity of heaven and life itself. There was nothing that could stop the two except for each other and they didn't care about anything else, in that moment.

In the heat of the moment it felt like they had been kissing for hours on end, but it really was only a few minutes, that they were engaged in this, and yet neither of them wanted to let go, clinging onto each other for dear life.

She was now running her hands all over his body, and he became keenly aware of the fact that she was still topless, her buxom mounds pressing against him only served to excite and arouse him to the point where an enormous bulge had appeared in his shorts.

This grinded against her crotch in an almost perfect fit, as the heat radiating between the two caused an almost excruciating desire in both of their groins, and their passionate kisses only served to agitate the two further as the heated kissing became more and more wanton and obscene.

Their mouths still locked together (for Harry did not know what might happen if he ever took his lips off of hers) they struggled at each other's remaining clothes – her shorts and underwear, a black satin panty which he loosened and she kicked off. He still had on his t-shirt and shorts, the shorts and boxer-briefs he wore came off first and then, not wanting to remove his lips from hers, he tore at his own shirt, she helped, they ripped it into two and threw it off.

And just like that they were both naked as the day they were born, neither of them looking at each other much as they made out passionately, but what was about to happen next was almost inevitable.

He was incredibly hard, harder than he had ever been in his life he felt, and in this lustful haze he did not think at all about the fact that he was still a virgin, or that he and Eve were saving it for each other, or that neither he or Celine were using protection.

All he knew when he pressed his tip against her completely soaking flower was that there was only one thing in the world he wanted beyond anything else, and that was to be inside her, and so he thrust forward, not caring about the fact that both of them were virgins and that she was tighter than the suspension cables on the Tower Bridge.

She nearly screamed in an explosion of pain and pleasure as he entered and their mouths separated for a second, but she didn't have anything to say besides an animalistic cry of pleasure and desire as they threw their bodies together and fucked for all their hopes and dreams and fears and loves.

"Oh Merlin Potter, yes, you are so hard, fuck me, yes, fuck!" She stammered incoherently as he plunged into her again and again, she was just so wet and warm and tight, it was like an explosion of bliss for his member that he arrived at the orgasm stage almost immediately.

He didn't know what was happening at the time because he was still so caught up with pounding away at her, but he could feel some kind of liquid filling up her womb and basting both of their private parts with each other's liquid and juices and blood and sweat.

"Ohhh Potter, oh my gosh…" she was still recovering from her own orgasms, but she could feel him pulse inside her, like that of a wildly beating heart.

There was a momentarily pause when both realized that he had ejaculated inside her, but she immediately renewed her attack on his lips and began rocking her hips back and forth, her soaked orifice stimulating his member until the point where it was once again hard as a rock.

"Fuck Malfoy, you are amazing. I'm serious, fucking amazing." Harry panted, as she beamed at him, her eyes burning with desire and love as they kissed again and again, while he began plowing into her once more, this time slower and more tender but still with the same amount of willful force.

Their hands were everywhere, touching, grabbing, stroking and rubbing against each other. He groped her breasts sensually, they were large enough that it required his entire hand to cover it, and only barely, because much of it spilled out, and he played with them delicately. Meanwhile she ran her hands and fingers all throughout his front and back, around his behind and delighted in every part of his body.

This time they lasted much longer, but still both of them were in a cloud of obscenity and debauchery, their privates aching to be together as much as they could. She had already orgasmed multiple times while he thrust inside her, and then, with another animalistic grunt he emptied out his seed inside her once again.

As he emptied out he felt a wave of exhaustion rush over him, but he could tell by her eyes that she was not finished at all. However she maneuvered him so that he was lying against the bed, his sweaty back against the pillows, as she kneeled in front of him, her eyes looking more naughty than ever.

Then she flashed him a dazzling smile and soon her mouth was on his member, as he was only at half-mast after having just ejaculated moments earlier, and so she took all of him into her mouth.

"Oh my god Malfoy." The feeling was incredible, it seemed that she did not care at all that his mast was covered with a mixture of her juices and his seed and their sweat and blood from her virginity. She licked and flirted and cajoled him with her tongue, running all over his tip and shaft, all the while gazing at him with those eyes, those icy blue eyes…

"Dwo ywu liekw ghis" she managed to verbalize, his member blocking her ability to pronounce anything remotely correctly, but he did understand her and nodded in immense approval.

Her platinum blonde hair draped around her, silky and luxurious, as he tried to help her by moving the hair out of her face so they could gaze into each other's eyes. She smiled gratefully, her mouth still completely engulfing his member, as she sucked and licked and kissed him with all her will.

Harry could not help but groan in pleasure, it was an almost nonstop rush of hormones and adrenaline and energy flowing through him as he shook and buckled under the Malfoy heiress's erotic and tender ministrations.

Soon he was at full sail again, thick and rigid and a wanton smile appeared on her face as she climbed back on top of him, mounting him once more. They kissed and he could taste the saltiness of her mouth, this he did not care at all.

"Potter, you are still an asshole, but I guess I can forgive you for now." She murmured, pressing her body against hers as they kissed tenderly.

Buckling against him slowly she rode him slowly and then faster and faster, her platinum blonde hair tumbling down her shoulders and her bosom bouncing wildly up and down. He grabbed onto her slender waist, she had this erotic look of pleasure that only served to make him harder and further aroused.

This time they went for much longer, and now that both were not as furiously pounding away at each other like their life depended on it, they began experimenting with different positions and their hands were both everywhere, crisscrossing their fingers, groping her chest, tussling his hair, and they kissed again and again, affection and sexual desire pouring through every one of their openings.

Soon he had her facedown against the bed and was now slamming into her behind like a common dog, saliva was dripping out of her mouth and onto the rumpled bed sheets, the pillows and blankets had flown off a long time ago, they were just a tangle of bodies atop a small twin-sized bed.

"Malfoy, I'm coming again," He warned her and this time she got on her knees and engulfed him with her mouth, so that it was deep in her throat, and allowed him to thrust once, twice, until he exploded into her mouth and filled her mouth up with mouthful upon mouthful of his seed, some of it spilling out of the side of her mouth.

Lovingly she licked his again soft member and wiped her face with her fingers, trying to swallow every last bit of his output as she caressed his lower body, and then she went right back to suckling on his mast as if he was a milk bottle with an infinite supply.

And he thought he was done after the third time, but the sight of her erotically asking for more with her continued fellatio aroused him to no end and soon they were copulating once again. Easily able to pick her up he carried her while bouncing her up and down upon his shaft, the only thing preventing her from falling was his rock hard member which had impaled her again and again, as she cried out in pleasure and licked him all over, kissing and biting and sucking all the while.

They fucked everywhere, on the couch, on the desk, on the dresser, and on the ground, both of them recently deflowered they did not care at all about technique, only about the physical desire they each had for one another and the passion.

Harry did not know how many times he came, but again and again she re-aroused him, partly because of how ridiculously hot she was, and also because of how much passion and lust they each felt, it seemed like nothing could stop them from going at it except the specter of time.

But soon the clock had chimed twelve at noon. After he had spent his seed inside her again, he felt exhausted and stumbled upon the bed, with her falling on top of him and both of them panting heavily.

"I have to go." He said, playing with her hair in his fingers, and she looked at him with a delicate smile. Their sweaty bodies gleamed against each other, the two of them had basically defiled her entire room with their debauchery.

"Shower with me first." He nodded.

Her personal bathroom was very small with just the essentials and a shower, but when the hot water hit both of them they each sighed in pleasure and began to kiss again, and before he knew it she was once again on her knees sucking him off.

This time she finished him off with just her mouth and as he climaxed into her throat again he was beginning to think what an outrage this would be if people found out, half the Slytherin house must have their targets set on Harry's back after the previous night, now all of them along with half the school would be out for his blood. She stood back up and he kissed her, her soft lips were salty with the aftertaste of his seed, but he thought it was easily the most wonderful thing in the world.

They dried each other off and clothed each other. Celine looked at the messy state of the room and sighed. "Great, Potter, you know you really made out like a bandit this time. Come in here under the guise of being my slave, and end up snogging all of my friends, stealing my first kiss, my virginity, violated me in almost every possible way, and destroyed my room on top of that."

They both laughed and Harry replied, "To be fair Malfoy you also took mine. I was saving it as well you know."

"For who? Your sister?" She smirked at the expression on his face which only confirmed it. "Don't worry. I won't tell anyone. As long as you promise not to tell anyone that you basically fucked me into submission this morning. I still have a reputation to keep, you know."

He laughed. "Alright then. This will just be between us."

She nodded, finishing her makeup and perfume, pulling on the last of her emerald and silver robes and adjusting her schoolbag.

"I'll walk you out. Just to warn you though, as soon as we exit this room I will treat you like I did before. Don't come crying to me later asking why I'm being a mean bitch to you."

"Heh. You don't even have to remind me. Back to bashing and insulting each other's families every time we see each other?"

"Nothing would make me happier." Celine smiled and leaned over to kiss him once more, then spoke in a low voice. "And one last thing, when you finally do end up fucking your sister, I want you to think about me, the one who took your virginity and made you come what was it, 9, 10 times? Good luck to her trying to beat that."

When he finally exited the room with his schoolbags and clothes he walked behind her, and her demeanor changed immediately to frigid and cruel. Slytherins in the common room stared at the pair but seeing that he was still following her like a slave thought nothing more of it.

She opened the large common room door and let him out, then slammed it shut, leaving him alone in the dungeon corridor, walking back to his tower, a small smile barely noticeable on his face.