Unleashed Desire

Chapter 3:

Hermione had been in complete bliss the entire day. She was in her haven, the library, reading every book she could find. For some odd reason, the library was quiet, with many of the students who usually make noise absent.

As the eve began to grow, students filtered out of the library, leaving Hermione alone, with her books. Hermione basked in the silence. To her, it was the best sound in the world in the library. Though, as it became later in the night, she knew it was only time before she was too must leave.

She began to gather her books, with a painful expression. She hated leaving the library. It was then that she realized that even the librarian was gone, she searched around trying to see if any one else was in the library, but there was no one. A sudden feeling of joy came over her; she wondered how long she could stay in there until any one would catch her. She sat down once again and began to flip through a foot thick book with leather binding.

The book began to steal her attention and she became completely unaware to her surroundings. She didn't hear the footsteps coming towards her, she didn't see the chair move next to her, she didn't see Harry Potter appear out of the pure nothing.

"Hello, Hermione." He didn't wait to get her attention.

She jolted suddenly "Harry!" she screamed. "Where did you come
from?" looking around with some disturbance.

He held up his father's old cloak as an answer.

"Oh, well, Harry, next time, don't sneak up on me like that!" She smiled. "So, Harry, what is it this time? Do you want me to come with you up to you're room and have sex with you and Ron once more?" She was beginning to catch on to his constant horniness.

"No," he surprisingly stated.

"No!" She raised her eyebrow. "My, Harry, this must be serious! What is it?" She set her enormous book aside.

"No, no, no... I mean, of course I want to have sex! Just no Ron... and...not in my room..." He unsurely looked at her.

"Figures," she muttered.

He gave a confident smirk.

"Wait!" She finally caught on. "Then where shall we..."

He heaved the layers of books off of the small desk as an answer. Meanwhile, Hermione's mouth dropped with utter shock.

"Harry! No!" she squealed, though not protesting one complete bit with the rest of her body.

He began to remove her paper which was sprawled along her end of the table.

"We'll get caught!" she pleaded.

He walked behind her, and removed her clothing. She put up no fight, and allowed him to strip her to her under garments all the while whining excuses.

"It's not big or sturdy enough!"

Harry stopped. He turned to the girl and said with quite a mischievous grin, "Are you sure? Because I believe it is! Though, there is only one way to find out." With that he hoisted her onto the table, grasping her tiny waist.

He then slid her onto her back, and he climbed on as well. He crawled up so that his eyes could gaze into hers, and then he whispered into her ear, "Seems to be big enough," he paused, smirking all the while. "Now let's see if it's sturdy enough!"

Harry began to wildly snog the young girl, while removing the remainder of clothing she had. Hermione, also beginning to feel as incurably horny, tore off the boy's robes, often using her teeth rather then hands.

The two began to shag like crazy once the clothes were gone. Neither Hermione nor Harry had ever felt this intense pleasure before. They were both loudly screaming, though Hermione's moans were becoming increasingly louder than Harry's... not that it was a competition. She realized that they had forgotten to use a silencing charm, yet at the moment she didn't give a flying fuck about anything besides this amazing sex. She was only afraid someone would catch them and then the pleasure would be forced to end.

Suddenly, Hermione heard a voice calling her name, though from where she could not say.

That same blinding light began to swallow the library, which made Hermione, once again, shield her delicate eyes from the brightness.

When she could see once more, she was in her room. Though, she still heard the voice calling her name. Her head turned and she found a quite concerned Ron staring right at her.

"Ron!" screeched the startled Hermione, while attempting to gather any blankets she could to cover her nightgown bearing body.

"Herm! Good you're awake! We have to talk!"

"Ok, but now? Are you allowed in the girls' dormitory? Won't you get in trouble?"

"Yea, yea, yea... I don't care, uh... I've been thinking...," He frantically rubbed his forehead, and then continued, "Ok well, how long have we been friends, forever, right?"

Hermione nodded, though, was confused how it could be relevant to anything he would say.

Ron took in a deep breath in preparation for what he was about to say to her. He had to tell her how he felt today, or he would miss his chance as he had once before.

"Well, um... Merlin!... how to put this... um... I think I lov- er....uh...." He was so close. "Uh... d-do you have a crush on Harry?" But he couldn't do it.

"What?!" she blushed.

"All day you have been gawking at him, and I don't know, just tell me if you do, because.... er...." He saw her face was as uncomfortable as he was. "Uh- you know what, I shouldn't have come here! I couldn't sleep, um, sorry. I'll see you at breakfast... uh-er....bye!"

Ron dashed out of Hermione's room before she could say another word.

"What was that?" she muttered to herself. For that matter... what was that entire night?

She began to backtrack her rather unusual night. First she had had the strange dream with Ron; then she went to the bathroom where she had found Myrtle, who told her about Harry being with Draco, odd; then she had left the bathroom, fell asleep, and now she had just been woken up from a rather sensual dream about Harry, once again... to find Ron! What an abnormal night!

Then it struck her, she wasn't feeling the same way about Ron as she was Harry! Earlier tonight she was almost certain that she would begin to obsess over Ron, yet when she had seen him just a moment ago there was no feeling besides the normal friendship. If she wasn't madly in love with him, as she was Harry, then why was he in her dream? And also, why did he come to her room tonight?

The entire night had put Hermione into quite a confused state. So many questions were trapped inside her head, that she was almost too glad to go to breakfast, desperate to try to drain her thoughts through any sort of conversation.

***

Harry, like Hermione and Ron, had woken up before most in the Gryffindor House. He had many thoughts swimming throughout his mind.

The day before, Harry had been in a daze from the night he had shared with Draco. He positively could not stop smiling!

Though, what greatly disturbed him now, was how Draco completely ignored him the entire day. He seemed to almost pretend as though nothing had ever happened. Harry had even attempted to throw a smile at Draco during Potions, which was immediately shot down by a violent shake of the head and a cold glare.

Harry, although he was fully aware of the pact they had made to not let others know, was very hurt by the Malfoy's coldness towards him. Not once had he spoken to Draco! Not even that night! Harry's glee immediately had plummeted to a severe depression over his deprivation of the affection Draco had freely given to him during that beloved night.

His sleep was greatly disturbed as well. Every dream of his was that of Draco, and every time he woke up he found, to his disgust, he remained fixated on the cruel boy.

A tear had trickled down his face as he began to dress into his robes, though he quickly swatted it away as though it were some annoying fly that had pestered him for the duration of the harsh night. He knew more tears would follow if he were to see Draco once again.

As he headed off to the Great Hall he hoped that maybe the boy he dreaded seeing would still be asleep, yet he still had to prepare himself incase he were to see him, besides he'd be seeing him later in his classes.

What was he to say? He certainly didn't want to begin crying in front of him. Though, if they didn't speak than the relationship would go no where! Perhaps he could simply avoid eye contact and not have to speak with him at all... no, they had to talk!

Harry's mind ran through thousands upon thousands of ways he could speak with Draco about how he despised the neglect, yet not one was he satisfied with.

Harry threw his books onto the Gryffindor table in the Great Hall, then immediately sat in front of them. He was extremely tired from his sleepless night, and because of this his neck bent, while his hands attempted to sooth his confusion by massaging his temple.

His eyes wandered around the room. He found only a minimum amount of people were dining with him. He scanned the Slytherin table, which was practically empty, and found to his relief no Draco. As students entered the Great Hall, he constantly lifted his head to see if Draco was amongst any of them, though, he did not enter with any of them.

Finally, the Great Hall was filled of all students, well, almost all. Hermione and Ron had joined Harry. Though, all three were unusually quiet, each for different reasons. Hermione's eyes were fixated on Harry as she once again reminisced on her dreams. Ron gazed at Hermione, though; he often found his eyes flicking over to Harry jealously. Harry ignored the attention he was receiving by the two, and he continued to search for Draco.

Harry was growing worried. Where could Draco be?

It then came to Harry's attention that not only was Draco gone, but so was Pansy! Harry found himself, metaphorically speaking, transfiguring into a green-eyed monster. If he and Pansy... oh! I will KILL HIM!

Harry couldn't take any of the wondering, he had to leave and search for Draco. He pushed himself away from the table without a single glance to his two best friends. He then gathered his books and exited the Great Hall, leaving the two alone, accompanied with the deafening, awkward silence.

Hermione glanced at Ron, who returned the gesture with a slanted smile. Her slight grin grew into a large beam, exposing her pearl-like teeth, "Oh, Ron," she exclaimed and clutched his neck, pulling him into a tight hug.

Ron smiled as he was wrapped into her arms. When she finally pulled away from him he felt almost depressed to be away from her once more. '

"Ron," she said, "you are one of my best friends! And I don't ever want to have that awkwardness again! I'm sorry! It was really my fault... though I couldn't help it, oh, by the way, why were you in my room last night?"

Ron, who had been completely lost in what she had been babbling about, realized it was his turn to speak.

"Uh... I thought I told you last night... I couldn't sleep that was all," his cheeks became as red as his hair. "What was that you were going on about? What was your fault?"

"Well can't you feel it?" She saw his utter confusion. She took a deep breath of annoyance and began to elaborate, "Well every time I have been around you since... well... this morning, it's just been, you know, weird! And so I thought you kind of felt it too, the awkwardness, I mean. Um... you really don't get any of this do you?"

He shook his head.

"Ok, well! Urgh! Never mind! I have to go! Good bye!"

With that she marched out of the Great Hall. Leaving the befuddled boy alone, wondering how he could ever have a crush on such a mental girl.

***
Once Harry was away from the Great Hall, he almost was certain Draco was with Pansy, "That nasty, little groupie of his!" he muttered to himself as he stormed towards the Slytherin Tower.

He paid no attention to any of the students that passed him. In his mind he only saw himself catching Draco under the ugly slut, Pansy. He saw their cruel faces laughing at him. Draco saying to him that what they had was over. Pansy sneering at Harry as she clutched the Malfoy tightly. How could Harry have ever expected to trust Draco. No one can trust a Malfoy! He reminded himself.

His anger climaxed, and then burst into sorrow, he had decided he had lost his Draco, even though he had not even known if his insane thoughts were a reality! Just before he reached the Sytherin House he realized where he was going, how could he just waltz right into the Slytherin common room and not draw attention. He had to bear the pain and wait to see Draco in their classes together.

Harry's insanity had grown less, he began to realize this jealousy was nothing, and there was no truth to it. He found he was beginning to grow thirsty. He noticed a water fountain was just in his reach.

The water trickled onto his tongue, sending a refreshed feeling throughout his dry mouth. Harry's mind cleared. He wished he could stand at that fountain all day and hide from what he feared Draco may be doing.

It was then that Harry felt a long, thick object poking into his rear through his robes. The pressure was slightly pleasurable, yet very disturbing. He let out a yelp and turned around to find Draco Malfoy smirking at him. "Why hello there, Mr. Potter!"

"Draco! What was that!" At that very moment he had spoke, he realized what it was. His eyes moved down to Draco's crotch.

Draco merely smiled.

Harry opened his mouth to speak, but Draco shook his head and pointed over to a more secluded area. "Over there," he whispered.

The two boys discreetly went to the spot.

Harry's jealousy came flying back once they were out of site and earshot. "Where were you at breakfast?"

"I don't see how that's any of your business, but if you must know, I was taking a shower."

Harry scowled, "With whom?"

Draco looked at Harry as if he were hurt. "What do you mean 'with whom'?! With no one! I'm not the slut you think I am, Potter!"

"Well, you took a bath with me the other day, so how do I know you don't just go around taking baths with different people in the school?"

"What?" He rolled his eyes. "Harry, do you hear yourself? You sound like a protective boyfriend!"

"Well, how do I know you're not sleeping with Pansy or some other Slytherin?"

Draco began to laugh wildly. "Pansy? Are you mad? I wouldn't as much as touch that whore! I hope you're not jealous of her! I can honestly tell you, Harry, you're a much better lay!"

Harry didn't seem to be anymore relieved; he remained glaring at Draco. "So you admit you have had her?"

"Well of course! Who hasn't! Though, I can assure you the times I have I was very drunk!"

"TIMES?! So you have had sex with her more than once!"

"Well, yea, but Harry that was a while ago, I only use her for a mild pleasure, if I need it and if I can't find anyone better."

"THAT'S SICK!"

"Look Harry, if you were in Slytherin you'd understand!" he snapped. "But you have nothing to worry about! I am gay! I was never into Pansy! Or any of the other girl's I shagged for that matter!"

"OTHER GIRLS? How long have you not been a virgin?"

"Hmm," he paused to think, as though he had been asked an extremely difficult question, "I guess since my first year."

"BLOODY HELL!"

"Oh, is that surprising? How bout you, how long have you not been a virgin?"

"Uh... well... um... er." He glanced down to the floor as his foot shuffled.

"GOOD GOD! I WAS YOUR FIRST!" Draco screamed.

"Shh!" whispered the red Harry.

"I wish you had told me!" he began to smile triumphantly, thinking to himself Draco Malfoy deflowered the famous Harry Potter!

"Why so I could be humiliated?"

"No! That's a big deal! Your first time should be your best! You should be glad you lost your virginity to me, Potter, I am the best," he winked.

Harry smiled back. He suddenly realized the time, "Shit! We're late! I better go!" he attempted to dash to his Divination's class, when his cloak was caught by Draco, and his was forced back in front of him.

"Screw class, Potter. I want to show you something!"

"What? We have to go to class!"

Draco rolled his eyes with a sigh. "You're such a goody-good! But we'll change that, now won't we!" He leaned closer to Harry's face. "Now, Harry love, let me ask you this: Would you rather go to a boring class, or... would you rather follow me and well..." He opened his mouth and let his wet tongue press against Harry's skin. "...Get more of that!"

The answer was obvious in Harry's face.

"Follow me!" With that he grasped Harry's hand and led him down the hall, towards who knows where! There were no more students in the hall; fore they were in their classrooms, learning.

"So, Draco, where exactly are we going?" Harry said when Draco stopped at a statue of an old wizard with a long beard, similar to Dumbledore's. Draco removed his wand from his robes and said a charm that Harry couldn't quite make out.

The statue opened exposing a long dark passageway. There seemed to be a speck of light at the end, though it seemed far away.

"I found this a while ago, I think you'll like where it ends. No one knows about it."

"Who told you about this?"

"Um, well... I found this map once in Mad-Eye Moody's office, back in our fourth year. It's called-"

"The Marauder's Map," Harry cut in.

"How'd you know?"

"Never mind that, let's just keep going."

Draco shrugged and the two began their journey through the long dark tunnel.

"Um, so Draco, how long does this go on for?"

"Oh, not long, you see that light."

"Yes."

"Well, that's where it ends."

The ground seemed to be even, unlike the ground on one of the passageways to Hogsmeade. Harry often had tripped over the rough footing.

The time seemed to pass by quickly, and before long Harry and Draco found themselves in front of a tiny door that was cracked just enough to let a small amount of light to slip through.

"We're here," Draco whispered.

"Yea, I kind of knew that," Harry sarcastically said.

Draco placed his hand upon the door. He then pushed it open (with a minimum amount of force) exposing the origin of the sliver of light to the two young men. Harry gasped at what he saw.