Passion in Motion

Hermione glanced down at the still waters of the lake. Sitting up on her elbows, she shook her wavy hair down across her back and reached to get her tanning lotion. Her pink bikini strap slid down her creamy skin, and she extended a manicured hand to slide it back up to its proper position on her shoulder.

Taking the bottle of tanner, she slowly rubbed it into her smooth skin, her hands sliding up her shapely body over and over in a sultry fashion. She settled back down on her towel, her full bosom spilling out from under her bathing suit. A small smile crossed her crimson lips as she absorbed the sun, and a feeling of peace descended onto the small patch of light near the Hogwarts Lake.

The peace was shattered soon after. Sitting up quickly, the seventh year girl was slightly frightened at the noise outside of the clearing.

"Nice day for a mud blood to ruining the landscape, isn't it Granger?" Draco's sneer filled the air like a poisonous gas. He sauntered up to her, taking in her shapely form slowly, his eyes lingering on her sensuous bosom. He smiled when she shifted, embarrassed to have his pale grey eyes on her exposed body.

"Piss off, Draco. And I'm certainly not the one ruining the scenery," Hermione retorted, standing up and wrapping herself in her beach towel. "Now if you'll excuse me, I have better people to talk to." Pushing her way past the tall, muscular blonde, she cursed under her breath for letting Draco see her in such a state.

"Not so fast, Granger, I'm not quite finished with you yet," Draco said, spinning on his heel to grasp her thin wrist in his large hand. "I didn't tell you that you could leave yet, either."

"I don't need anyone's permission to leave, and I certainly don't need yours. I don't hang out with the likes of you, anyway," Hermione spat out the words, disgusted at the fact that she was in contact with the very filth that had made her years at Hogwarts hell. She wrenched her wrist away from his iron grasp and continued to walk briskly up the hill, her flip-flops making a smacking noise in the dead silence that surrounded the pair.

"I said to stay, Granger. You should know by now that when I say something I mean it," Draco called to her, his long strides matching hers in a few quick seconds. He slid his hands around her waist and stopped her in her tracks. He smiled as she struggled to release herself from his grip. She couldn't get out - he was much too strong for this petite girl. After a moment, she stopped trying and sighed in exasperation. "Draco, let me go. You know good and well that I will never listen to you and that you'll never be able to make me. Don't mess with me, I can always win."

Draco sighed, "Too bad that such beauty and fiery personality was wasted on a mud blood like you." Then he cursed to himself. How could I think that a filthy mud blood like Granger was beautiful? What am I doing, holding her like this? She might rub off on me... but she is so pretty...if father were still here he would be disgraced. But he's gone now... Draco slid closer to Hermione, getting pleasure from watching her squirm. He raked a hand through her deep brown hair and kept it behind her head for leverage. Leaning down so that his mouth met hers, he crushed her lips with his.

Hermione squeaked in pain. He was mashing her mouth onto her teeth, and her upper lip had started to bleed. She pushed as hard as she could to try to get away from him, but she was trapped under his rock hard body. He slammed her up against a tree, never breaking their mouth to mouth contact. She cried out in pain, but he was relentless. She finally went limp in his arms, surrendering to his whims.

So the mud blood is enjoying it! Draco thought to himself Good, now I have her right where I want her. Well, Granger, be expecting a lot of pleasure in the days to come...

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Ginny cursed loudly at the Fat Lady then pushed the picture aside. She stormed into the common room and dropped her book bag onto an overstuffed chair. She slammed a few musty books onto a wicker table so hard that it collapsed, and then she sank into a chair and pulled at her hair.

"Ginny, what's the matter?" A deep voice came from near the fireplace. Ginny jumped at the sound, and then realized that it was just Harry.

"Nothing, only the fact that I have my history of magic exam coming up soon and damned Hermione is too busy snogging Draco to bother to help me to study like she promised to." At the last comment, Harry stuck his head up sharply. Hermione snogging Draco? Ha, Ginny must be joking. If that ever happened, Harry would stick a toad in his eye and wear a frilly dress to the next ball!

"You must be really stressed out to be seeing things like that, Ginny," Harry joked, smiling broadly at the beautiful redhead sitting next to him. She certainly is getting gorgeous Harry thought, staring at Ginny's smooth skin and deep brown eyes. "Tell you what, since you love me so much and really need my help, how about I help you study?" He took her hand and kissed it in mock gallantry.

Electricity shot through Ginny's spine. Harry Potter was kissing her hand. HARRY POTTER! She blushed a thousand shades of red at the thought of his name, and the fact that he was touching her with his lips almost made her turn purple. Trying to stifle the fact that she was ecstatic to have Harry within an arms distance from her was almost impossible, and the fact that he was kissing her almost made her swoon from sheer delight.

Suddenly realizing how stupid she must look, she pulled her hand away from Harry's soft lips and swatted his arm playfully. "Don't you go kissing me like that, you scoundrel! But, yes, I do need your help. And I would be your humble servant if you would so kindly teach me about the history of magic," she smiled sweetly and looked into Harry's eyes. Oh those eyes, so deep and green, just like pools of liquid emeralds. She shook her head quickly in an attempt to get the image of herself swimming in those eyes out of her head, and then leaned over to get her textbook.

When Ginny leaned over, her large bosom became exceedingly present in Harry's mind. Oh how he wanted to touch that body, to feel her warmth. He shivered with delight- until he came crashing down. She's my best friend's little sister! Pull yourself together Potter - if you go swooning over any pretty girl then you're going to end up with a whole lot of broken hearts...

"We're studying chapters 6-11 for the test, and Professor Binns gave us this study guide. I really really appreciate this, Harry. Thanks so much for getting me out of this tough situation," Ginny smiled widely at the handsome man sitting across the table from her.

"No problem Ginny. But you were kidding about the whole Hermione and Draco thing weren't you?"