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You have to give me a bit of a break if I can't update EVERYday though because of school, and also I'm really having fun with my other story so I'm writing that too, but well, as long as ya'll keep reading I'll keep writing! Alright so here it is:

Lust in the Dungeons

The next day (Monday), last class, during potions, Hermione couldn't help but steal quick glances at Draco during class. So much that she even failed to put together a simple relaxing potion, and was asked to stay after class and clean up the cauldron she had just nearly destroyed. Watching Draco wasn't out of love or anything of that sort, and not even out of spite, she was watching him merely out of interest. Trying to figure out if the conversation they had had was actually real. For the 3 hours of miserable double potions he had not once, that she had noticed, glanced her way for a second. It was hard for her not to get distracted really Ron was being very quiet and didn't seem very interested in her at all.

Though still sitting with her and holding her hand as they walked to class, he barely said two words to her and when it came time for her to stay and clean her cauldron he merely muttered "See you later", and stalked off.

This usually would have bothered Hermione but her mind was elsewhere, Draco Malfoy seemed to be taking the long route out of the classroom, and was coming her way. She tried not to watch him approach, but she saw him walk up to her, and keep walking. However he did drop a small crumpled up peice of paper on her desk.

Hermione quickly opened it, and in messed scribbled writing the message read:

Better not make you late

and ps: Wear something sexy

Hermione rolled her eyes, what could have she been expecting? "Haha just kidding, see you later mudblood", in one light that is what she had hoped for, but at the same time this is something she really needed.

When Hermione had finished she went down to the Great Hall for dinner, she ate alone however because Ron seemed to already finished and gone. Looking around she realized Lavender was gone too, "What a coincidence" was her optimistic thought. But Hermione knew in her heart that she was afraid of something much, much more...

After dinner Hermione went up to her dormitorie changed into a plaid skirt, and a button up blouse. "Alright not sexy, but its the best I have..." she thought, knowing it didn't really matter, it was only Malfoy.

On her way back down to the dungeons Hermione couldn't help but think what was she dressing up sexy? For Malfoy? Why did he want her too? Maybe he planned to help her with that too... Her thoughts her broken by her walking head on into what again felt like a very solid wall. Though this time it was a tall red haired, with freckles wall. "Ron!" she said panicking slightly.

"Hermione?" he asked equally as nervously, though she could not see why. "What are you doing down here?" he demanded weakly.

"I was just... going back to the potions room I never finshed the cauldron", she said unconvincingly.

"Oh ok" Ron said, "I'd help but-"

"Yeah" Hermione agreed.

"So...yeah see you later" Ron said kissing her on the cheek and taking off bacl up the stairs.

That was close... She thought, too close. She neared the potions room trying very hard not to wonder what in fact Ron had been doing in the dungeons, alone?

Hermione knocked on the door, waiting only a few seconds before the heavy stone door swung open.

The room looked almost exactly the same as when she left it earlier, don't know what she was expecting though... What was he supposed to do with the place? Have sex chains and handcuffs hanging all over the ceiling with cans of the aerosol whip cream stuff on the tables? Hell she didn't even know if people used that stuff, all that was different was Malfoy standing facing her wearing muggle clothes. A black sweater and jeans, without the upturned collar he looked less like a vicar and more like a decent looking boy she could relate too. Also there was a single chair in front of all the tables, just sitting there looking completely innocent.

When Hermione walked in Draco looked her up and down, seeing if she had done what he asked. She wore a skirt that was just above the knee and a button down blouse buttoned all the was up. Her hair was as wild as ever, and no make-up, but at least she had fixed those dreadful teeth a few years back.

Hermione saw him studying her which was making her uncomfortable, so she cleared her throat and said "You know, if you wanted a better space and more stuff or whatever... um the Room of Requirement would probably work best".

"You don't think I didn't think of that? The Room of Requirement was blocked off after last year... They didn't think it was such a good idea after it had been used for...you know." Draco told her.

"Oh right, I suppose not" she said.

"Right so first, you didn't dress like I asked you too" Draco said lazily.

"What?" Hermione said looking herself up and down, "What wrong with this?"

"Everything, so first I'll help you with that, to be sexy you have to look sexy- you follow?" He asked her as if he actually cared for her response.

"I guess so-" she said but stopped when Draco had reached her and began undoing buttons on her blouse. "What are you doing?" she shrieked at him.

He rolled his eyes, and stopped when the blouse topped off showing a slight glimpse of her bra and cleavage, and he removed the bottom manually ripping off the material that covered any bit of her navel.

"Right, thats a start- have you ever considered breast implants?" he asked half jokingly.

Hermione glared at him as he removed about 4 inches of her skirt stopping just above midthigh.

Draco stepped back to admire his handywork and thought to himself "Nice legs, shame about her face". He then conjured a mirror out of nowhere, and putting his hands on the smalls of her back and guiding her carefully to it.

Hermione looking the mirror and said "Alright so I look like a slut who just got into a catfight" rolling her eyes, "Thanks Doctor Phil."

"Not quite, what sets you apart from looking like a slut is that fact that you have a boyfriend, so you come off as sexy for him. Now sit down for a second, I'm going to stick my wand in your face and your going to enjoy it." Malfoy told her using a spell to sit her down.

"You better mean the wooden wand you've got in your hand", Hermione said, though cracking a smile.

Malfoy had already started he smirked and brought the mirror to her face.

Hermione looked in only to see not herself at all, but that Baywatch canadian woman Pamela Anderson. "Malfoy!" she cried in a low sex kitten type voice.

Draco cried out laughing, "No your right... it doesn't work ...she has... h-huge knockers and its just not the same..." he said between laughs. "Alright, alright get back here".

Draco muttered a few other incantations, Hermione looked and revealed to herself, her own self. Hermione wild frizz was tamed into spirled locks and her eyebrows her tweezed and shaped. Though the make-up was really basic, she actually felt beautiful. "How did you do that?" she asked.

"Simple really, I was just playing around with spells one night when Pansy was passed out, you know trying to make her more worth screwing around with and I came upon it, I'll tell you it later though. I think we're already been here for about an hour, we'll move onto one other thing before we take-off." Draco told her.

Hermione, already feeling rather violated by him "fixing" her clothes, was afriad at what could possibly come next.

"Kissing", he informed her "Very important,if your a good kisser you can often get a boy aroused just by doing so, and maybe... adding in a few hand motions while you're at it."

Seeing where this was going Hermione opened her mouth to protest but Draco covered it and closed his eyes leaning forward with his lips put out. Hermione at first followed but as his lips drew closer her head leaned back and back until she nearly toppled over. Draco grabbed her around the waist pulling her close to him but then, to her surprise, let her go,

"Of course, kissing is a far more intimate and personal thing to just do out of no where, you have to be comfortable with the person..." Draco said knowingly, the sat her down on the chair.

He walked around the back of her bringing his soft, though strong, hands to her shoulders, pushing the material away. He told her to relax as he kneaded into her back with a very nice force, feeling her troubles drain from her instantely. He knealed on the ground as he rubbed the back of her neck, her back, shoulders, and lightly across her chest. He blew into her ear whispering sweet nothings and lightly tugging on it with his teeth. A moan escaped Hermione's mouth as the magic of his hands worked their way into her soul and down...down...down.

She was well ready for it whenhe came around the front to kiss her she stood up, hands around his neck burying his mouth in an intense kiss. He sat himself on the chair as she straddled herself onto his lapping, tugging nicely on his hair as he continued rubbing his hands along her back. She felt his hand brush her chest, as if he was going in for more, she wanted it. She began undoing her shirt when he pulled from the kiss, stand up and forcing her to her feet.

"Seems like enough for tonight", he said slightly breathlessly, "Not too bad that kiss, I'm sure if you had that sort of passion when you kissed Weasley, you wouldn't be here with me tonight. Same time, same place next week?" Draco finished, making the mirror vanish and turning to leave. "Oh, and the spell is beauterium" he said they taking off.

Hermione stared after the door breathless as he left. "What just happend?" she asked herself out loud. She left the dungeons making her way back up to the Gryffindor tower, had she really wanted? Was she just about to? With him? Something in his touch, and his kiss she had wanted so badly, and he knew it, the idea of someone having that much power over her was almost frightening.

Hermione softly mumbled "Pompuff" to the portait of the fat lady, and climbed into the common room.

"Hermione?" came Rons voice, looking confused, and pleasantely surprised.

She looked down remembering what she was wearing, how her hair looked and that she hadn't bothered to fix her blouse from when she started to undo it even more. She looked up seeing Ron coming towards her, and Seamus, Lavender, Harry and a few first years watching her come into the room. When Ron reached her she was ready for him, she put her arms around his neck and kissed him with the same intensity she had for Malfoy, releasing only when he needed to come up for air.

"Hermione? What-" Ron started but Hermione put a hand to his mouth.

"See you in the morning Ron", Hermione said sultrly, taking a quick glance at his pants before making her way up to her room. Mission accomplished, she thought, I've left him wanting me as bad as I wanted Malfoy.

When lying in bed ready to fall asleep Hermione couldn't help but feel bad at the fact that it really took Malfoy to give her a lusting for Ron, and that Ron and her first time would likely follow a very close encounter with him. But even more so, she was digging through her mind trying to find a reason, even if just one that she enjoyed the kiss so much more with Malfoy.

That one was alot longer...hope you guys don't mind!

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