Unleashed Desire

Hermione's hair had been twisted into a tight bun with daisies weaved in and out her curls. Black, lacy lingerie clung to her slender figure. She grinned at the set of jade eyes that gazed at her.

The eyes belonged to none other then the famous Harry Potter, whom was sitting on her bed wearing only a tight pair of jeans. "Have you been waiting for this as long as I have, Harry?" she whispered, slowly stepping closer to him. He nervously nodded his head.

Hermione adored Harry's innocence, which perfectly suited him. She raised her tiny, delicate hand and placed it on the boy's soft cheek. The touch of her fingers to his silky skin made a tingly feeling trickle from her finger tips up to her shoulder.

She giggled. "Oh Harry! I didn't expect you to be so scared! Haven't you done this sort of thing before?" She placed her hand on Harry's quivering thigh and slowly, erotically inched her hand toward his groin. He jumped at her affectionate touch. She grinned and slipped her hand into his pants, slowly she massaged his cock.

His nervous face suddenly transformed into a sex-godlike smirk. The once innocent expression he wore became gallant and dominating. He reached behind him, all the while staring into Hermione's coffee eyes, which questioned his movement. When his hand reappeared they were accompanied with thick ropes and a piece of cloth. "I thought we could use these!"

Hermione gasped. "What?! What's the cloth for?" were the first words to exit her mouth.

"Blindfold, silly! I shall tie you up and blindfold you, and then have my way with you!" He spoke this, disturbingly, in his usual light toned manor.

"How bout it 'Mione? Let's get kinky!" With that he leapt at her, which gave her freight, and she backed to the edge of the bed. Suddenly he was on top of her. She squiggled in his tight grip, making small moans of pain. "What's the matter, Herm? Don't you want this? You were the one that came onto me, remember!"

Hermione, peculiarly, became even further turned-on by Harry's dominating tone. She grinned and seized to struggle. "Take me, Harry! Now!"

With that Harry began to roughly snog the young girl who lay below, biting her lips here and there. Unexpectedly, she slipped from his arms and plunged from the soft bed, leaving the boy's arms bare, his lips deprived, his groin unaccompanied.

Hermione hit the hard ground with a thud, followed by a whimper of pain, which was more excruciating than she had anticipated. Though, strangely there was no Harry on top of her. She got to her feet and searched the room. Where had Harry gone? She sat atop her bed, reminiscing what had previously happened.

Was it a dream? That was some dream! It seemed so real! How peculiar! I never thought anything of Harry, besides being my closet friend. Could this mean... no! I don't have feelings for him... do I?

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Many students, including the three seventh years, were in the Great Hall feasting on the supper that lay before them, underneath the starry sky above them.

Harry's eyes glistened in the sunlight. His mouth was opened revealing his upper teeth and his rosy, plump tongue. His untidy, black locks decorated his elegant face. His sea green eyes were distant, staring at something (or someone) that must have been across the room. He did not eat; fore something had stolen his concentration and thought process.

Hermione couldn't take her eyes off of Harry for the entire day. Her dream the previous night had been so strange, she couldn't help but evoke it the entire day. Her mind intertwined between Harry and the dream, which was curious for her, normally, constantly functioning mind. Not once had she paid attention in any class.

She tried to shake herself out of this foreign state that she had escaped for years. She was her own woman and shouldn't let a boy come in the way of her studies. She glanced at him once more, hoping she would have no feeling towards him this time, yet once again this attempt failed with a single glance into his jade eyes.

The russet eyes followed down the line of his scrumptious body.

Even the rather dense Ron noticed the bizarre behavior of the Granger the entire day. Weasely, obviously, had fancied Hermione since his fourth year when he began to realize her beauty; or as he had put it that she was actually "a girl". The only reason why he had never actually admitted any of these feelings towards her was that her boyfriend, professional Quidditch champion Viktor Krum, had been in the way. Though, Viktor and Hermione had recently parted ways due to his constant absence and how Hermione never was for long distant relationships. Ron, after missing his chance back when he had discovered how he felt towards Granger, had finally gotten the opportunity once again. Though, even now, he had made no advance on Hermione whatsoever, all he merely did was stand back and scowl at anyone who so as much glanced her way.

Hermione's gaping at Harry the entire day had greatly disturbed Ron. His jealousy rose, considerably, every time his eyes traveled to Hermione's to find them transfixed upon Harry. Harry always had gotten everything Ron had ever hoped for, and this constantly had gotten in the way of their friendship. Though, today, he felt Harry had crossed the line; although, he had done nothing, or had even known he had provoked the ever-envious Weasley.

Ron cleared his throat audibly, hoping Hermione would notice, yet her eyes remained fixed upon the boy in front of her.

He frowned and tried once more, with a small "Hermione" afterward. She remained oblivious to him once more.

He angrily reached over and snapped his gnarled fingers in front of her distant eyes.

This action broke Hermione's erotic fantasy of her wild dream. She blinked at the dim red-head "Wha-?"

"Hermione? What on earth were you doing?"

"Uh-, er... well..." she searched for some impossible excuse.

Ron took this as an answer to what he believed she was doing.

"Follow me, Herm. I need to talk to you."

Her eyes glanced over to Harry, who still continued to be involved in that something from before, which must have been on the opposite end of the room. Harry didn't notice Hermione or Ron.

She stood up with much twinge, looking at Ron with a great deal of annoyance. He took a hold of her arm and led her out of the Great Hall.

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Previously, the night before the earlier mentioned day, Harry had encountered quite a bizarre experience in the prefect bathroom.

Harry had snuck into the bathroom for a midnight bath, as usual. He always enjoyed bathing at nighttime for some odd reason. Ever since his fourth year when he had went into the bathroom to work out a clue for the Triwizard Tournament; which had been recommended to him by... Cedric Diggory.

As typical, Harry stepped into the warm bath, feeling the water rise higher up his legs. He plopped down, and immediately felt the soothing and rather amazing feeling the bath gave him. He let out a slight moan, and allowed his heavy eyelids to cover his eyes. He slid further into the depths of the comforting water that surrounded him.

Harry was suddenly disturbed from his peaceful bath by the sounds of someone else in bathroom with him. Harry sat up and examined the room. The mermaid, in a picture near him, lay upon the rock snoozing soundly. No one else seemed to apparently be around him. He then reminded him self of the perverted Moaning Myrtle, whom enjoyed peeping at the people in the bathroom, particularly Harry. He shrugged off his discomforted feeling and slid back down into the relaxed position he had previously been in.

His eyes shut once more, and he drifted into a slight sleep. After a mere two minutes Harry opened his eyes once more to find a figure standing across the room from him, undressing hastily. He focused his eyes harder onto the person, trying to see who it possibly could be. The young man had silvery-blonde hair that fell against his neck. He had a well chiseled body, with a tight arse. His body was a creamy tone, yet not a white that would make one grimace with disgust, but it rather had a beautiful youthful glow.

The boy turned around revealing his equally beautiful face. Harry tried to recognize the boy, yet couldn't. Suddenly, a horrible realization occurred to Harry at that moment. The mysterious boy was none other than the arrogant Draco Malfoy!

Harry, trying desperately to hide from Draco, sunk as low as he could into water, so he could shield his face. He heard a small splash followed by another and then an enormous splash. He realized that Draco was in the bath with him. Harry decided his best shot was just to sit up and deal with Malfoy, since there was no point sitting under the water the entire night. He poked his head out from under the water. Draco seemed to be in some sort of euphoric state and took no heed to even there being another soul in the tub with him, let alone Harry.

Draco's head was tilted back, forcing his well-defined jaw to show to the entire world. His eyes were shut and his lips were curled into a slanted smile. Harry couldn't believe how much better he looked without his usual scowl. Harry almost became in awe by the beauty of Draco, which he had never seen before. He was unable to move, the splendor of Malfoy's face made his legs remain dormant.

"Enjoying the view, Potter?" said Draco.

Harry was shocked. How could Draco have known Harry was staring at him?

"I-er- well..."

"Don't worry, I know my beauty is amazing, it has powerful effects," he arrogantly stated.

"Oh, get over yourself!" Harry suddenly came back to reality.

Draco lifted his head and centered his focus on Harry. A smirk spread across his face. "So, Potter, now I see why you have all that hostility towards me, it's really only pent up secret desire for me."

"Oh, SHUT UP!"

Draco sarcastically laughed and tilted his head towards the ceiling once again. Harry did the same and tried not to focus on the irritable boy in front of him.

Draco once again brought his head down and opened his mouth as to say something, yet he stopped. There was something about Harry he had never noticed before. Harry was not as ugly and stupid looking as he had always been, he was rather striking. Draco smiled, at the thought of himself believing that Harry Potter was even moderately attractive. Though, he couldn't tear his eyes off of him.

How peculiar...? He thought.

Harry felt the gray eyes staring at him; he looked down and blushed at the site of Draco gawking at him.

There must have been something strange put into the water that night, because each of the boys saw each other in a different light.

Harry's emerald eyes locked with Draco's pale eyes and he began to feel an invisible force drawing them closer together. Harry began to move towards Draco slowly; Draco did the same. The two boys met in the center of the tub, each fixed on each others eyes. Harry felt the urge to place his hand on Draco's soft cheek, which he did. Draco let out a slight purr at Harry's touch, and then caressed the hand softly with his cheek.

Without warning, Draco forced his lips upon Harry's. Harry's stunned lips froze for a moment; they then parted and allowed Draco's tongue to enter his mouth. The foreign object was strange in Harry's mouth, yet felt right there. Harry began to hope that Draco's would never leave his warm, moist mouth.

Harry lifted his hand from Draco's cheek and set it upon his back, which was then joined by the other one.

Draco wrapped his long muscular arms around Harry's neck. The two adversaries sat in the bath tub snogging while holding each other, a rather odd site.

The door to the bathroom swung open, which was first heard by Harry, who pushed Draco off of him. He had only a mere second to sink under the bubbles to escape from getting caught. He slipped under trying to be as discreet as possible, while trying to force the confused and distressed Malfoy down with him.

Underneath the water, Harry desperately tried to listen for any voices or anything that might be a clue as to who it was that was above them in the bathroom with them. Though, his lips had a mind of their own, and they found their way back to Draco's lips as if by a magnetic force.

Harry began to feel a strange suction feeling bellow his foot. He looked around to see the water in the bath circling around him and empty in the drain below him. Suddenly, the entire pool-like tub was emptied, and the two boys were left there bare and naked holding each other. They broke from their kiss, which had made them oblivious to their surroundings, yet now they began to realize what had just happened.

They both glanced up to see a pair of eyes staring at them.

"What are you two doing?" Said a voice Harry recognized as none other than Moaning Myrtle's (the perverted bathroom peeper). She was also a ghost that Harry had met in a girl's bathroom in his second year (it's a long story).

The two boys frantically threw on their robes, to shield their certain areas from being seen by the obviously aroused ghost.

When finished dressing, Draco stood up and sneered at the ghost. "Did you enjoy that show we were putting on?"

"Draco, don't! Just don't say anything!"

"Why not? Cause I'll embarrass you? I don't know what I was th-"

"No, it's cause her feelings are hurt easily and she will-"

A loud, shriek-like moan erupted from the girl. She began to fly around frantically screaming at the top of her lungs. "OH, DON"T MIND ME HARRY! I ONLY WANTED TO SEE IF YOUR WERE ALRIGHT!! I DIDN'T KNOW WHAT THAT RETCHED BOY WAS DOING! STUPID MYRTLE!"

Draco burst into a wild laugh. Harry pushed the hooting Draco out the door as fast as he could. Once in the hall, Harry cupped his hand around Draco's mouth until he had discontinued his laughter.

"Some one's coming!" Harry hissed. Draco stopped smiling.

Indeed, someone was coming, their foot steps were audible to both boys then. Harry raised his finger to his mouth and ushered Draco towards the Gryffindore Tower, which was closest. Harry still had to talk to Draco about what had happened.

When he approached the Fat Lady he whispered "Flying Carpets" which was the new password. She sleepily said "Indeed" and the picture opened to the two young men, revealing the insides of the Gryffindore house to Draco for the first time. Harry stepped inside to make sure no one else was still in the common room, then he led Draco into the house and up into his room.