Disclaimer: These characters belong to JKR. I make no money from this fanfic. The Harry Potter universe belongs to JKR and her publishers.

Warning! This is Dark Draco! LEMON! Non-Con! Don't read any further if you don't like stories that venture into these dark waters. I have taken liberties with Draco and made him evil. Forgive me!

An extra warning for good measure : I realize that this story will not be everyone's cuppa. There are lots of non-consensual sex scenes in this story – but it is NOT a porn without plot. I would recommend not reading this story if this sort of thing bothers you.

Effective 7/23/18 - story being rewritten. No plot changes. LissaDream is graciously BETA'ing as able. Love you, LD!

Chapter One

Hermione was trying to be quiet as she tiptoed beneath the invisibility cloak she had borrowed from Harry. This time she was going to catch the sneaky Slytherin. The map had shown he was lingering right around the next turn of the hallway. He had been sneaking out of his dorm every night for weeks and Hermione was desperate to find out what he had been up to. She was a prefect after all. It was her duty to help the teachers maintain control of the students. As she rounded the corner a hand reached out and grabbed her.

"If you're going to spy on someone, you should at least be quieter than the Hogwarts Express, Granger." Malfoy's voice was his typical sneering drawl.

Hermione froze. Malfoy had a hand over her mouth and his other wrapped around her waist, trapping her arms at her sides and effectively preventing her from moving her wand arm. She struggled as he pulled her a few feet to her right. She heard a door close and the click of the lock. SHIT! She was starting to panic.

Malfoy removed his hand from Hermione's mouth and she tried to yell but there was no sound.

"A silencing spell, Granger." He spoke low and menacingly into her ear, as he kept holding her.

She was still under the cloak and couldn't figure out how he knew it was her.

He pulled the cloak off her and waved his wand, causing her hands to be tied and her wand to fall to the floor. "Accio wand."

Hermione watched as her wand flew to him. He was grinning as he caressed his hands along its length, almost obscenely, before slipping it into his pocket.

He started to stalk around her. "So, Granger. What's with you following me around?"

Her eyes pleaded for him to let her speak, but he ignored her and instead slowly dragged his gaze up and down her body. He paused at her chest before looking her in the eyes. She swallowed heavily as her heart began to thrum with its rapid rate.

He cocked an eyebrow. "Perhaps I'm being unfair, and you weren't following me?"

Hermione nodded her head aggressively as if to say; yes, that was the truth of it!

His expression suddenly softened, and he rolled his eyes and undid the silencing spell. "What gives, Granger?"

"I wasn't following you. I make rounds under the cloak sometimes to catch students that have snuck out and are doing things they shouldn't be." She took a deep calming breath, relieved to have her voice again... She started to think maybe the best defense was a good offense. "I can't believe you, Malfoy! You had no right to grab me and basically kidnap me!"

"Puleeeease! I didn't kidnap you! I was merely protecting myself from a perceived threat. What is it that creepy Auror always says? 'Constant Vigilance'?" He shrugged. "That's all this is."

He was leaning against a desk and smirking at her. "Tell you what. I'll forget all about this little incident if you will."

She thought about it. He did have a point. If she agreed, she could wait a few nights and perhaps try following him again. She really did want to know where he was going on his late-night wanderings. She sighed. "Fine Malfoy. Now untie me. I have stuff to do."

He smiled at her. "No problem, Granger, but let's drink to our deal." He pulled out a black flask.

"Oh right! Like I'd drink anything you gave me!"

His voice was dismissive and condescending. "You're such a suspicious little chicken shit. Where's your Gryffindor courage?"

He brought the flask to his mouth and was about to sip when she sighed. "Fine, untie me and give me the flask."

He raised his eyebrows and looked at her as if he doubted her. "Give it to me!" she demanded. He waved his wand and she found she could move her arms again. He handed her the flask. She tentatively took it and smelled it.

He rolled his eyes. "Forget it. You're so predictable." With that she took a sip and swallowed.

The minute she swallowed, a lecherous and teasing gleam came over his hardened, steel orbs. "You Gryffindors are so easy to manipulate! You fall for that every time, you know. I keep thinking, tonight's the night she'll refuse."

Hermione's confusion was overshadowed by the feeling of warmth that was overcoming her. Her stomach started to tingle. "What did you…?" but before she finished that thought, something started to stir within;

Desire. Oh, dear Merlin.

Heat. Burning heat and a need to touch and be touched overwhelmed her every sense.

This wizard in front of her was all she wanted.

This beautiful and all-encompassing amazing specimen of a man.

Her breathing quickened as a cool sweat crept over her neck and chest. She slowly stalked towards him, needing to touch him.

He looked at her knowingly. "Oh Granger, Granger, Granger."

"Draco. I want you." Her voice was breathy, and she didn't recognize it. Furthermore, she didn't care. What did it matter? What did anything matter as long as she had him.

He sneered. "I don't know, Granger. I think I'm just gonna go to my room. I'm rather tired."

She started to panic. "No! Please!" She lunged at him and started kissing his neck as her hands began exploring his chest.

He chuckled villainously. "Oh, all right… I guess I'll let you have your way with me," he responded with a teasing tone of pity.

Sweet Merlin! He said he'd stay! Relief flooded through her as she started to push off his robes, her lips continuing to assault his neck, his jaw, his cheeks. Just when her lips moved to his, he stopped her.

He grabbed her hands. "Oh, little Princess. You know what I'd really like?"

Her face became pleading. "Oh Draco, just tell me and I'll do it or get it for you!"

He leered roguishly down at her. "I'd like you to undress... slowly and do as I say."

Okay. This was easy. She feared he would ask her to do something that would require her to go away. She couldn't bear to leave his side. She smiled sweetly at him and stepped back, pulling off her sweater and starting to unbutton her blouse.

"Do it slowly, Granger." He reminded her.

She nodded and continued to unbutton her blouse at a much slower pace while looking at him with pure adoration.

As she slipped her top off, Draco started to unbutton his own shirt. She unhooked her bra and let it slide down her arms, his eyes immediately drawn to her breasts.

"You have great tits, Granger, play with them for me." Hermione beamed at him, thrilled he found her appealing as she began stroking her nipples.

She watched him slip off his shirt, exercising every bit of her limited control to not pounce on him. He was so beautiful. She simply wanted to touch him, caress him…please him. She started to stalk towards him.

"No, no, no Granger. I didn't tell you to stop. Finish undressing, princess." He reprimanded.

She was so frustrated. She couldn't stand not having her hands on him. A small voice in the back of her head was questioning why she was feeling this way, but what did it matter? He was all she wanted, and she wanted him now. She kicked off her trainers as she unzipped her jeans, sliding them off as her eyes stayed glued to his beautiful face.

Draco grinned, his eyes moving to the apex of her thighs. "Keep going, Princess."

She bit her lip and slid her knickers down her legs, feeling a touch shy despite her arousal.

"Give them to me." He held his hand out to her.

She bent down and picked them up, walking towards him. He took the knickers and put them in the same pocket as her wand.

He smiled affectionately at her and said, "Kneel in front of me."

She stepped in front of him and knelt. He unzipped his fly and pulled out his hard cock.

Her eyes grew wide. It was long and hard and had a purplish tip. She had never seen one before.

He tapped her nose with it and chuckled. "Ok, Princess, I'd really like you to suck me."

She eagerly stuck out her tongue and started to lick up and down his length, as though he were a popsicle. He teased, "Well, for what you lack in talent you make up for with enthusiasm. Open your mouth wide and take my length into your warm mouth. Move up and down, massaging my dick with your tongue. Do NOT let your teeth touch me!"

She opened her mouth as wide as she could and sat up taller on her knees to get herself positioned over him. She lowered her mouth and rejoiced at the guttural moan that escaped him when she clamped her lips around him. Her tongue lashed maniacally along his hardness as she pumped her head up and down, desperate to please him.

After a few minutes he pulled her to stand and she immediately went to kiss him. He pulled away at first, but then leaned in, letting her have her way. It turned out she was a good kisser. He massaged her breasts as her arms wrapped around him and her lips continued to caress his. When he reached down between her legs he was pleased to find her dripping wet. "I think you're ready for me, Princess," he stepped away from her, "bend over this desk." He gestured towards the closest one.

She was disappointed he was no longer letting her touch him but she eagerly obeyed.

"Grab hold of the edge and hold tight." He demanded.

She gripped the edge tightly and mewled when he quickly stood behind and slid into her hot and tight entrance. "Oh, Merlin Princess. You feel as tight as you did the first time. I love fucking you."

"Ung…oompf…umgh…ahh.." were the grunting sounds that escaped her as he pounded in and out of her mercilessly, caring about nothing but his own release.

Hermione's mind was swimming in bliss. He felt so good inside her and she felt so connected with him. They could just keep doing this forever and she would be happy.

Somewhere inside her mind, a touch of confusion was setting in. What did he mean when he said she felt as tight as the first time? Shouldn't this hurt? She was a virgin. Why didn't this hurt? But these questions were like distant echoes in her mind. At the forefront was a burning desire and need for the wizard standing behind her, using her body for his pleasure. It felt like heaven. She rocked her hips back to meet his, his fingers gripping her hips painfully. He groaned as his grip pulled her back violently as he came. He collapsed on her back, his breathing fast and his heart racing. He didn't say anything as he came down from his high.

She felt him go soft inside her and found herself disappointed. She did enjoy having him draped over her back, though. The contact felt nice. She felt liquid running out of her and down her thighs. Gods, she wanted to touch him.

He pulled out as he stepped away from her, his voice dismissive as he told her, "Get dressed, princess."

She wanted to cry. All she wanted to do was to touch him and kiss him. He sighed at her lack of compliance. "Get dressed and I'll give you a kiss."

She eagerly put on her bra and shirt. As she was buttoning up her blouse she told him, "I need my knickers."

"No, you don't, princess. I want to keep them. Don't you want me to have them?"

Now that he mentioned it, she did what him to keep them. She wanted him to think about her as much as she was thinking about him.

She pulled up her jeans and slipped her feet into her shoes. After she was dressed she stepped towards him. She just wanted to kiss him and to touch him. Why did it have to stop?

"Follow me, princess." He took her hand and she followed him into the hall. He looked up and down the hall and when he was certain no one was around he commanded "Stand right here and don't move."

She looked at him with hurt and confusion. He stepped towards her and kissed her gently before waving his wand to cast a cleansing and contraceptive charm over her.

He took a flask out of his pocket. "Here Princess, sip this." She eagerly sipped from the small, silver flask he tipped into her mouth. It tasted bitter. She started to feel cold.

"Here, you'll need this." He tossed the cloak back over her head and put her wand back in her hand. She was feeling weird and a little nauseated. As reality started to dawn and she was coming into her right mind again, she heard him whisper, "Obliviate," from behind her.

Draco quickly and quietly dashed away leaving the Gryffindor in the exact spot he had grabbed her from thirty minutes earlier. He smiled mischievously as he dashed back down to the dungeons. This was too easy. Three nights this week he'd done this to her. Tomorrow night he might bring Blaise.

Hermione stood there for a minute, her confusion palpable until she remembered she was looking for Malfoy. That's right. He was right around this bend in the hallway. As she walked down the hall she couldn't find him. After several minutes of looking she decided to quit. She would just have to try again tomorrow night.