Sexatium Ensusium! (Closed for Princesssexci)

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((Watch as I magically recycle my intro from an earlier attempt at this.))

The school of Hogwarts Witchcraft and Wizardry was a vast place filled with quite a number of budding witches and wizards. It seemed that everyone was working rather hard at becoming a powerful force so that when they graduated they would be able to live happily. For some people the skills were already there, and for some others, the skills simply weren't necessary. It was a place where magic was real and anything was possible...anything at all. With anything being possible it was important that there was some semblance of order in this school of magic, and that was where the Head boys and girls came in.

With Valentines day in the near future, things hadn't been all that easy for the people who were supposed to be making sure that there wasn't a lot of trouble. It seemed that a few students had figured out how to get love potions to work, and once a few of them had figured it out, the recipe had spread like wildfire. No one was actually even sure that the damn things worked, but they were showing up all over the place, and it was up to the few lucky individuals who had been picked to keep order, to track these vile potions down and dispose of them before they could be used to cause all of the chaos and social discord that any magic of this nature was ever so good at causing.

No one was exactly clear where the potion or its recipe had come from. There were a few guesses that put the origin of it on the Weasley Twins who had left the school and gone off to pursue a life as joke salesmen, but it really didn't seem like them to spread the recipe around so that anyone could make it, especially since they made money off of the people who bought their potion. Other sources had said that someone had learned it over the summer and was just now putting it into action. Whatever the case was, it seemed that making love potions was the new hip thing, and it definitely seemed to be keeping everyone busy. Who knew how long they were going to have to clean all of this up for...

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"So who do you think did it?" Ron asked stuffing his mouth with food. Harry shook his head at the embarrasment called his best friend and Hermione rolled her eyes.

"Dont play dumb Ronald it was probably your idiot brothers."She chastised.

Ron glared in response,"It was not!" he snapped."If it were, I'd have known about it, you know they brag about everything and they certainly haven't matured."

"Ill say." Hermione muttered

Harry glanced at the slytherin table,"Do you think it's Malfoy?"

"Puhlease. If it were Malfoy the whole school would be talking and he'd be basking in the glory of his triumph." Hermione spat.

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Draco had been eating his lunch rather calmly. While things had been strange with the love potions, he had been careful to make sure that he switched his eating habits regularly enough that anyone who might be targeting him would have a rough time getting at him. Of course, recently he had fallen upon a special bit of potion himself. Someone had given it to him, likely as a joke. It was similar to the love potion that was going around, except it was meant to remove all inhibitions and turn the drinker into a wobbling little slut with just a sip. It was supposed to intensify sensation and fill the mind with the naughtiest of fantasies. Really, he doubted that it did all that, but was a bit frightened to actually use it, mostly because he was already worried that he was the target of similar potions. If he used it on a Slythern girl, she was likely to do whatever he wanted anyway simply because all of the Slythern girls idolized him and wanted to climb into his 'chamber of secrets' and have some one on one time with his 'basilisk'. Really, if he was going to test it he was going to have to test it on someone that he was sure wouldn't already be open to the idea. So far there was only one girl who came to mind.

Hermione Granger was that booky girl who was always running around causing trouble for him. He could still remember when she had punched him in the nose. That had been a memory that he would have much rather forgotten. More important than her bookish tendencies, which were charming if you happened to have some kind of librarian fetish, she was one of his arch enemies. She had gotten close to Potter and become someone who never in a million years would want to spend any time with him. He could tell when they had to work together as head boys and girls that she loathed him. She emanated waves of intense hate that he was sure if channeled right could actually burn him, or power a small village. It meant that any reaction that she gave him under the pressure of the potion would be completely genuine. That was certainly a good place to test.

Another important factor in his selection for this test was the fact that she wasn't entirely unattractive. She had grown up and was filling out her uniform quite nicely. She had a good rack, and a fine ass, and Draco had to admit to himself that he had imagined her bent over a desk with her skirt flipped up to reveal her tight little ass, and her panties bunched up at her thighs, begging for more as he pounded her tight little pussy until he emptied his balls deep inside of her. While he had to admit it to himself, he would never admit it to anyone else. The last thing that he needed floating around was that late at night he rubbed one or two out thinking about Hermione Granger of all people. It would ruing his reputation. Now, rumors that he had pounded the little librarian girl's cunt raw and she had begged for it like a dirty mudblood slut the entire time, that kind of rumor he could handle, which was the other reason she was a fitting test subject. He just had to find the right moment to put his plan into action.

When Harry Potter had cast a glance his way, he thought that the boy who lived had perhaps caught him absently watching the Granger girl. That was all he needed at the moment. It didn't seem to be the case though, and he shot the dark haired glasses wearing boy a sharp glare and then made a stupid face at him before laughing with the other Slytherns at his table about what a prat Harry Potter was. He'd keep his cover for the moment, but he knew that soon, somehow, Hermione Granger would be getting he plumbing plunged by none other than him, and then he'd likely use the moment as leverage to do it again and again and again, any time he wanted to. It sounded all too perfect. He just had to figure out how to do it.

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Ron wasn't going to say it out loud, but he was a little bit offended that Hermione would think that Fred and George were the ones behind this. While chaos and confusion was their usual modus operandi, it didn't fit this time. Sure they were pranksters, but now they were businessmen first, and Ron knew that first hand, after all, those twats definitely weren't going to be giving him anything free to set off a few pranks. There may have been a monetary gain to be had in giving out a sample or two of something to get the customer base hooked, but with the numbers of this stuff that was supposed to be out there, it seemed like more than a couple of samples. To him it seemed like someone had come up with a new recipe for a love potion for valentines day and had told two people, and they had told two people, and so the secret had spread like that. Really, he hadn't noticed anything strange, which was probably good as he didn't have the best track record when it came to love potions.

He was definitely concerned as to who might be making this potion though. Really, if it wasn't Fred and George trying to sell the stuff, that meant it was someone else and they were trying to do...something with it, and it couldn't possibly be good.

Harry's suggestion that it might be Malfoy held some water. Random chaos and confusion to mask something more sinister did seem like Malfoy's M.O. If it was Malfoy though, that meant that something was seriously amiss at Hogwarts and they didn't know what yet, and that was possibly even more concerning than the idea that it might be Fred and George causing a muck just for the laughs. Hermione had spoke up on a good reason why it wasn't Malfoy though. If it was him he'd have all of the girls in the school begging him to take him someplace quiet to have some secret fun. While he was careful and cautious, he did love the attention.

The redheaded boy spoke up, "It might not be Malfoy but it could be one of the Slytherns, after all they are in the dungeons, and you know how Snape was with all of that potions stuff...blimey. I'd be surprised if they haven't been producing weird potions all along."

Harry's attention had split away from Malfoy about the time he had made a stupid face at him and then went to laughing about it with his cronies. What Ron said was a bit of disturbing news though, and it was true. The Slytherns wouldn't have any trouble getting free potions supplies. It did make them a prime target for this kind of thing. Anything that the Slytherns were involved in, Draco Malfoy was sure to be involved in...in some way or another, but it was time to drop that particular witch hunt. If he kept going on about how they needed to stop Draco then he'd look like some stupid prat who had gotten stuck, like one of those dogs that grabbed onto something and then never ever let go. No point in doing that with Draco. Probably wasn't worth his time.

"Do we know how they are deploying it?" The boy who lived looked down at his glass of juice, only now beginning to wonder if something much more devious than juice could actually be in his glass. The only lucky thing was that in his experience love potions tended to be specific enough that no one would want to spike the punch bowl with it. He looked up at Hermione, "I mean, if we knew how it was getting out, we might have a better idea of who was putting it out there."

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For once Hermione did not have an answer an unusual feat to occur. However she would not admit that to Harry or Ronald. "Well..." she started,"I don't think it's very clear how whomever started this is quote certain how it's being accomplished."

Hermione raised her eyebrow at Harry,"But I doubt it's going to be in your juice Harry." She grinned at his suspicious look at his glass.

"No one is that stupid." Hermione stood up,"We should probably head to class though. I'm sure well figure it out but I doubt solving any mystery would keep us safe from Snape."*

She brushed past the slytherin table, for a brief second her eyes met icy cold blue ones of Malfoys and in her usual manner she glared at him before retreating to Potions class.

[Bluemage]

Harry stared at his glass of juice for a few long moments. So Hermione thought that his fears that there might be more in his juice than just juice was daft...this was probably because she hadn't seen Ron when he was all hopped up on love potion. It had been a pretty sickening sight. Daft...yeah, he'd see who was daft when she ended up drinking juice with potion in it and turning into a wobbling bumbling idiot who nearly died from the antidote...Of course he didn't actually say any of this. That would have most certainly been daft. He knew that it wasn't likely that someone would spike all of the juice, but he was thinking that with the situation in the shape it was in, it might be better to be too cautious in the future. Just some food for thought.

Ron, not being quite as fast as Harry on the pickup hadn't thought that there could be anything wrong with his juice until Hermione had mentioned it. He was now casting questioning looks at the glass of liquid, wondering if perhaps there was more than what he had put in there. Frightening thought. He decided not to put too much thought into it. With both Hermione and Harry around, it wasn't like he was going to be in any danger for any length of time. As soon as he started acting weird they'd notice and surely do something about it. Still...until they knew how the potion was being deployed everything was suspect.

Both boys got up from the table, leaving their leftovers on their plates, not feeling so hungry now that they had begun to think about the other things that might be on their plates besides food. They turned and followed Hermione to potions class quickly, hoping very much that they would be learning the antidote to nasty love potions some time in the very near future, as it could be useful to keep a flask of that sort of stuff on them until this situation was resolved...and possibly even after that.

Draco's eyes had caught Hermione's glare at him. He gave her a slight sneer, to keep up appearances and then watched the way her behind moved as she made her way away from him and out of the great hall. It wouldn't be long until she really had a reason to glare at him. He smirked to himself as he looked back to his plate and quickly downed his juice. That wasn't such a bad image really. The image of little Hermione Granger shooting those glaring eyes up at him while her lips stayed wrapped tightly around the girth of his erect member. That wasn't such a bad mental image at all.

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Potions class had ended up being rather uneventful. They had been producing a potion that would cause the drinker to suffer amnesia of everything that had occurred in the past 24 hours. Nevil had cut himself while preparing a rather difficult bloodroot and hadn't noticed that he was bleeding for several minutes after he had done it. When he had noticed that he had cut himself he had been sent off to the medical wing for treatment.

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The day had been very uneventful. The gryffindors had gotten points taken away from them it seemed like every time their name was mentioned to Snape and of course it didn't help much when Nevelle did a potion wrong. Though in Hermiones opinion if Snape had just let her help Neville out this wouldn't have happened to begin with

And of course because she had attempted to help Neviile out they'd lost another 20 points, for 'being too nice because what if by chance miss granger you were helping an enemy in diguise?' Were Professor Snapes words. Of course she complained about it, snape heard and gryffindors lost another 5 points.

Finally, it was dinner time in the great hall.

[Bluemage]

Draco had found the situation with Snape taking away points from Gryffindor house constantly mildly amusing. He had to admit it was fun to see them lose points for Neville concocting the potion poorly, and for Hermione trying to assist him in getting it right. He had also gotten a good view of her fair derriere when she had bent over a little in order to help Neville so that had worked out in the end too. He had enjoyed the pout that she had let out when Snape had taken away points from her. He was sure that anyone who had looked his way would have seen the smirk that graced his lips as a sign of how vindictive he was, taking pleasure in the Gryffindor's displeasure, but it had more to do with those pouty lips of Hermione's.

Of course, when you were Draco Malfoy you couldn't be seen looking Hermione Granger's way too often or people might start to get the wrong idea, or in this case, the right idea, but Malfoy had a reputation to uphold and couldn't let anyone know that. It was a pity because he was sure he would have enjoyed a vision of her chewing on the end of her quill while she took notes, or her scrunching up her nose while she thought particularly hard about something, not that a braniac like her ever really had to think hard about anything. The million facial expressions of Hermione Granger all seemed to be cute, but Draco's mind always seemed to go back to that glare that she always cast him, and how sexy that had looked.

The rest of the class, and the rest of the day had been rather boring for Draco. Sure he had laughed at that stupid Neville Longbottom kid cutting himself on the bloodroot, but really, after all of these years, he would have thought that maybe a kid like that would have either gotten better at this sort of thing or offed himself through one of his many mistakes. It was pathetic how bad that kid had turned out to be at everything. It wasn't even funny anymore, which in a way was kind of funny, but really more sad than anything else...and somehow he managed to pass every year. He had to be just barely scraping by or something.

After class, Draco had headed back to his dorm to change so that he didn't have the awful smell of potion preparations away from him, and then before he knew it, it was time for dinner. He headed down to the dining hall alone, knowing that Crabbe and Goyle had likely already made it there.

The dining room was full of the buzz of people. Draco didn't care much for the sound of everyone prattling on about nothing in particular. It was flat and boring, and the empty conversation that most of the people in this school seemed to come up with was barely enough to stimulate a fly...then again, most of the conversation he was privy to came through a handful of Slytherns and Crabbe and Goyle, so it was no real surprise that he was in the shallow end of conversation. Those two struggled with most words that had more than one syllable, and some that only had one. He knew what everyone in his year was going to be talking about at dinner though. That damned Longbottom kid hurting himself again. Once again an incredibly dull conversation, but one that he was sure he was going to have to be part of.

Ron and Harry were sitting next to Hermione and at the moment were involved in a rather in depth conversation about Quidditch, specifically, their next match which would put them up against Slytherns. It was a chance to earn back some of the points that they had lost today with the Neville fiasco, and more importantly was an opportunity to wipe the smug faces off of all of the Slythern students, who were currently in the lead for points in the house race. They were so involved in their talking about the upcoming match that neither of them had noticed the approaching blond boy who had just entered the great hall and was making his way towards his own table, but obviously planned on making a stop first.

Draco smirked as he approached the group of Gryffindor friends who almost always seemed to be eating together and then spoke up, "So, do you think that Longbottom will ever be able to point something out on a map again?" It was obviously a joke about the finger injury that he had sustained during potions.

Harry narrowed his eyes and turned quickly towards Draco, "Sod off, Malfoy. He does the best that he can."

Malfoy's eyebrows rose at the sudden attack on him. Sure he had spoken ill of one of their housemates, but truly, it wasn't him who had tried to cut off the clumsy boy's finger. His tone was filled with mock surprise, "The best that he can? Well, it seems to me that his best might just not be good enough. It's kind of sweet that you all pitch in and try to help him, though personally, I think you should let that one go. Some people just don't have what it takes to be wizards."

Both Ron and Harry had gotten up hurriedly, causing their chairs to skid back over the smooth stone surface of the great hall floor. Ron was the first to speak up, "You take that back!"

"Or what, Weasley? You'll make me?" Draco's expression had turned rather dry, his lips curling into a soft frown as he looked at the ginger headed boy, "Can your house really afford to lose any more points for Neville Longbottom's sake?"

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Hermione sighed loudly as Draco approached their table causing more trouble. Honestly, why was it whenever she was doing something good she was the one who got I trouble or caused the house to lose points but when Malfoy was causing the real trouble he looked like an angel.

However, she found it easier to ignore him than to always call him out. He seemed to enjoy the attention. Finally tired of the bickering between Harry, Ron, and Malfoy she raised her eyebrow at Draco.

"Honestly Draco why are you here? We can't stand you and you most certainly can't stand us. Do you get off on fighting with Harry and Ron?" Without realizing it, her phrasing almost implied that Draco was gay. The table of gryffindors started snickering while some of them made kissy faces.

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Draco closed his eyes and chuckled softly, "Oh, miss Granger...I come by to offer you some friendly advice about letting the slow students slip through the cracks and you respond like that? I'm not certain what kind of smut it is that you read in your spare time to produce such ideas about my sexual preference, but I'm sure that if that is the way Gryffindor's think there must be a myriad of rumors floating around about how your heated dislike of me is simply to keep me from finding out that late at night when you're all alone it is my name that slips past your lips." His smug and self-assured smirk spread across his lips.

Ron nearly punched the smug ass, Malfoy, "No she does not!"

Draco chuckled again, his head slowly turning so that he could look at Ron, "And how would you know?" His cool gray eyes only took in the boy for a moment before he closed his eyes again and began to walk on, "It isn't really a surprise of course. I'm sure a lot of Gryffindors get hot between the thighs at the thought of sharing their bed with a Slythern."

Ron had almost snapped at that. He was almost ready to chase down Draco and punch him until that smug face of his was nothing but a bloody smear on the great hall floor. He would have done it, but Harry had a grip on his arm and was keeping him from going anywhere. The boy who lived was a bit steamed about what Draco had said too, but there was no point in getting into a fight over it.

Harry took a long breath before finally speaking, "Don't, Ron. We can't afford to lose any more points getting into fights with a worm like Malfoy. Let it go..." He was working very hard to be a voice of reason. This situation was difficult enough. He was sure that most of the Gryffindor boys and some of the girls wanted to march up behind Draco and lay him out on the floor with a well placed punch, but it simply wasn't worth the points it would cost them to do it. He gripped his friend's arm a bit tighter for a moment, "Save it for the Quidditch pitch...he'll get his..."

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Hermione rolled her eyes. This was becoming another one of Dracos moment to be immature and get away with it. Shed already been the nice girl today and let Bevilles idiocy cause them to lose 50 or so points for the day. She was not losing points due to childish arguments. Though his comments did upset her she chose not to say another thing because with her luck Snape would hear.

Her eyes flicked to Ron whom had come to her defense. It made her smile but she knew in the end Draco would come out the victor. After he left, Hermione relaxed.

"Dont worry about him Ron." She flashed him a smile,"Thank you for protecting me though, I do appreciate it. However, he gets too much satisfaction seeing you upset, you too Harry. It's best if you start ignoring him."

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After dinner Hermione walked upstairs to her room where the head girl and boy slept. She dreaded it because Draco was headboy. Need she say anymore? She said the password 'Dragonbreath' walked in the room brushing past Draco, not speaking a single word to him as though he did not exist.

[Bluemage]

Draco had finished dinner and headed up to the head room rather early. He still had quite a lot of things to think about, especially with this potion that he had somehow managed to find the time and privacy to make in this school. He had been considering the various ways that he could get it into Hermione's system. At the moment, because he knew enough about her to know that she took rather good care of her teeth, he was considering mixing it with her toothpaste somehow or dipping her toothbrush into it. He was certain that with the amount that he had he could do all of these things and more with it, but at the same time, he wasn't sure that he really could afford to put it into something so obvious. If she quickly discovered that after every time she brushed her teeth she had the incredible urge to put something other than a toothbrush between her lips it wouldn't be hard for her to figure out who had done it and then to reciprocate in some way. The last thing he needed was her hexing him to get back at him, or her using something to turn his organs inside out.

As a result he had been considering using the very potion that they had learned about today in tandem with the potion to make Hermione all hot and bothered. Something that would get her excited, but at the same time erase her memory of it...but that seemed sleazy, and there was no way that he would be able to hold it over her head if she didn't remember it happening. That really defeated half of the point in hoping that it would work, and if it did work he'd end up wondering if it was really the potion that he had made or some reaction that had come up from mixing it.

In the end, after considering the situation rather carefully, he had decided that the toothbrush was definitely the best option. It was quick, easy, likely would only offend once or twice and be gone thanks to its use, and more importantly, if she did do something unsavory with her mouth, she'd likely rush into the bathroom and brush her teeth nice and hard after which would get her coming back for more. That thought amused Draco to no end, so he set to soaking Hermione's toothbrush in the potion.

He had decided that ten minutes was likely all that he would really need, and really, all that he could afford as Hermione would likely be returning to the room soon, so ten minutes after he had started the soaking he pulled the brush out of the love potion and carefully placed it right back where it had been before, of course having made sure earlier to take careful note of where it had been. After that he had decided that he was probably going to need to take a nap, after all, it was likely that he was going to have a rather long night ahead of him if the potion worked.

As he headed to his bed, the head girl herself walked in. She brushed past him, doing her best attempt at pretending that she was in some sort of alternate reality where she inhabited the same space as him but could not perceive him in any way. He sighed softly and flopped down onto his bed. She'd be singing a different tune later, he was sure. For now the Slythern head boy resigned himself to staring at the ceiling and waiting for the inevitable.

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Hermione set for her room. Her and Draco never spoke to one another so she didn't expect to see him for the rest of the evening unless he wished to taunt her about something.*

Hermione pulled out her books to study, normally around this time she would be brushing her teeth but found it more logical to study first. Hermione tied her hair in a bun.

For some odd reason, she didn't feel like studying with Draco only a room away. She contemplated brushing her teeth versus going to the library early to study. If she went early she wouldn't get in trouble.

Deciding to brush her teeth she walked into the bathroom and shut the door behind her. She applied toothpaste on her toothbrush and started scrubbing.
The toothpaste tasted a little funny, kind of....salty.*

After brushing her teeth thoroughly, Hermione grabbed her books and headed our if the room, she debated on telling Malfoy she was going to the library, but why would he care? *

[Bluemage]

Malfoy had learned enough of Hermione's schedule to know how this was going to play out. She was going to pretend to study for maybe 15 minutes, then she was going to go brush her teeth. After that she usually went back to studying or reading, and then, if she hadn't arranged a study meeting with Potter and Weasley, she would turn in for bed. This time he had a different plan. When she brushed her teeth she would fall victim to the potion and then she'd come crawling into his room with her clothing disheveled, and she'd stand in his doorway, the tip of her pointer finger caught between her teeth and her eyes filled with lust. After that he'd find out just how well his potion worked, and he'd be able to find out any modifications that needed to be made to it. It was a truly perfect plan, and he was sure he would be given the stimulation that he needed to work on the potion a bit more to make sure that it was perfect. It was just a waiting game now.

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Snape had been testing the potions from all of the various potions classes, discovering that indeed Neville Longbottom had done incredibly poorly. It was just a pity that he couldn't dock Gryffindor any more points as a result of how phenomenally bad he had done, but, to Neville's credit, the potion was only half done. He supposed it would probably be best not to bring it up and make an example of the boy during their next class, as Granger would no doubt come to this realization and stand up for the hopeless klutz of a boy in front of all of the Gryffindor's. The last thing that Snape needed was for Gryffindor house to be even more against him than they already were.

While he had been in the middle of testing the potions when he had discovered that he was lacking in one of the ingredients that he needed to test it without actually drinking it, as drinking the potion would definitely be a bad idea, as he would forget what he had been doing if anyone had gotten it right, and could possibly die if they had gotten it wrong. As a result, adding the ingredients that would tell him whether or not he had gotten it wrong were the best option at the moment.

He sighed softly, his dark eyes looking over the potions he still had to test, and then slowly moved out of his room to gather the ingredients that he would need. As he was walking the halls, he really didn't expect to see very many students. It was after dinner, most students would be in their rooms studying, or goofing off. Because of this he hadn't been paying particular attention to what was between him and where he was going. It was because of this, that it was actually surprising that he bumped into no one while he was wandering the halls. Of course this was lucky for Snape as it allowed him to get the ingredients that he needed to test the potions without incident, something that he was very grateful for.

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Ron and Harry were, at this point in time, sitting in the Gryffindor common room, rather engaged in a game of wizard chess that they had started. While Ron's pieces were chipped and didn't always listen to the instructions that Ron gave them, Harry was not having the easiest time in the world of beating his redheaded friend. In fact, it seemed that the fact that his chess set knew the game well enough that it could make its own moves before Ron could say anything was actually fairing in his favor as they pointed out things that Ron might not have seen on his own, and then made the moves they wanted to make. Really, though, a big key to the reason that the game hadn't ended yet was the fact that both boys had their minds elsewhere.

Harry was rather concerned with the upcoming quidditch match. If they lost to Slythern while they were this far ahead in the game, then that was it. Also, after examining the game carefully, Harry had come to the conclusion that a Quidditch match was the perfect way to fix the deficit between houses. If he could keep Draco from catching the snitch, and not catch the snitch himself, that gave everyone a whole lot of time to rack up points with the quaffle. The more points they scored that way the more house points they could make up for losing thanks to Snape being a git and taking away points every time Hermione even raised her voice above a whisper, and some times when she didn't even do that.

Ron on the other hand had been a bit concerned about what Draco had said. Really, as Draco and Hermione were in close sleeping arrangements, he would really be the one who knew what it was that she moaned out in her sleep. What if the brainiac witch that they had come to know really did get hot in the nickers for Draco Malfoy? What if it went beyond just wet dreams and they had actually done the deed? While Draco was the kind of guy that would prance around and tell everyone that it had happened, he also wasn't as Hermione wasn't a pureblooded witch. It was a complicated thing to think about, and he knew that he wasn't going to get any answers from Hermione. It wasn't like she'd admit to letting that snake into her bed and places beyond.

While it was because of all of these other thoughts in the boys' heads that they hadn't been able to play the game very well, it was also because of these thoughts that they weren't studying. It was hard to hit the books when your thoughts were filled with quidditch strategies, or the image of one of your best friends moaning and crying out as your worst enemy engaged her in sexual activity. It was really hard to focus on anything other than those thoughts when they were rolling around in your head.

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Hermione sat in the library as so many studius students did studying potions. Yet her mind was focused on something else. It almost felt like her mouth was full of something thrusting in and out over and over.

Hermione groaned feeling slightly wet. She tried to focus as hard as she possibly could but it seemed futile! What the hell was going on?! Maybe Ron and Harry could help!

Hermione quickly stood up, grabbing her books and rushed out of the library unintentionally running into Snape. Snape? Oh shit. As she ran into him she had caused him to fall over so that she was on top of him.

"Miss Granger, where is the bloody fire?" he replied

Hermione bit her lip,"Im terribly sorry professor I -"

"20 points from gryffindor for running in the--bloody hell! What do you think you're doing?!"

Hermione couldn't explain herself as she started unbuckling his pants. She pulled out his flacid cock and licked the head running her tongue up and down his cock.*

Her mouth felt relieved...was this what she needed?

[Bluemage]

Draco had been disturbed by the fact that Granger hadn't shown up in his room in some sexy outfit that she had got as a gag gift or brought because she thought there might be a need or something. It was disappointing really. He had been so sure that she'd show up in some sexy babydoll or something, her panties soaked through with her female fluids and then she'd trail her fingertips along the edge of the door and say dirty things and tell him what a naughty little Griffindor she was and how she was looking to help him polish his wand. Instead he was left alone in his room with these lewd fantasies. If he was going to find any relief tonight it was going to be by his own hand...and he wasn't going to stoop that low. At least he wasn't in any danger of rolling out of bed as hard as he was...

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Neville Longbottom had been sitting in the library, his hand bandaged up rather well. He had been trying to figure out a way to get the next potion, whatever it was, right so that he wouldn't look like such a failure anymore. He didn't want to look like such a hopeless doofus, especially in front of all of these girls. He sighed softly. Really, that was one of the only answers he had been able to come up with though. He was going to have to talk to one specific girl about his class and study problems. He looked over to see her studying in the library. Maybe he could ask her for some tips. He smiled softly and gathered up his books so he could head over to her table, but when he was about halfway there he watched her jump up and go running out of the room. He stood there silently, looking to where she had gone...well...she must have seen him coming...

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Snape had just gotten the supplies that he needed to test the potions to make sure that they were right. It was because of this that when Hermione ran into him and caused him to land on his arse, and leaving a mess of roots that he was going to have to pick up and put back into the box they had fallen out of for storage, that he had been incredibly enraged. People needed to show him the respect that he deserved, and he had been about to finish telling off that brainy know-it-all Granger when she had started fiddling with his pants, getting them open and dropping down to lick at his cock.

This was something incredibly unexpected. Of course, with Granger this was no doubt a trick. He narrowed his eyes at her and brought his hand down slapping the top of her head, "Just what do you think -gaah...stop that right noaaaoooowwwww..." It seemed that she wasn't going to stop, which was troublesome. He couldn't afford to be out here in the halls having a student pleasuring him sexually. There had to be a way of getting her to stop, "This is hardly the -eugh...time, nor the place, aughh...detention!"

[princesssexci]

The word detention snapped Hermione out of her little ..... problem,"D-d-detention?!" She squealed coming up for air. She realized what she was doing, how she was positioned and even more importantly where her mouth was.

"Professor I'm terribly sorry . Honestly, I have no idea what just happened." Dear god, had Harry been right? Had someone slipped something in her juice that evening. She thought that was unlikely but now..

"I-I can't have detention." she stammered,"Ive never had detention, EVER!" Surely Snape would see through this and see that she had been bespelled. "Someone potioned me!" she insisted as he dragged her to the nearest classroom.

She wasn't sure how she was going to get out of this, however the minute he had slammed the door shut and locked it, she instantly fell to her knees and licked his cock again, squeezing his balls. * "Big mistake." she murmured

She rubbed his cock all over her face moaning. Despite her best efforts not to lick or suck, she couldn't help lightly sucking on the head.*

[Bluemage]

Snape really wasn't sure what was going on here. He had never considered that Granger might have had an interest in him in such a way. Really, it made sense now though. She was a brainy student. She probably found the company of the other students around her to be lacking, and had over the years developed an attraction towards him because he was so much wiser than the students that were around her.

When she had mentioned something about being potioned he raised an eyebrow. He thought that there had been a few potions going around, but really, none of them should have done this. They created fascination and attraction to a specific person most of the time, and none of the ones that he had come across or cured were advanced enough to cause this sort of reaction. She was probably just saying things like he had said the word Detention, just in case someone was looking.

Of course, just after they had gotten into the empty and abandoned classroom, Granger had resumed her position on her knees in front of him, sucking on the very tip of his cock. For a brainy bookworm she wasn't bad at this, but she did seem terribly shy. Well, far be it for him to do anything about this, after all, he didn't want to scare her away.

"If you keep this up, Granger, I might have to award your house some points after all." Perhaps that had been what she had been looking for.

[princesssexci]

Was he seriously bribing her to continue?What was wrong with him? Didn't he know that she couldn't stand the sight if him let alone the taste. Besides, he wasn't even that big! If she couldve stopped, she would have.

Instead, she sucked in more of his cock, her head pushing down. Since he wasn't that big, it was easy to deep throat him. She did just that, then pulled away for air, her palm rubbing her saliva into his cock.*

She was so horny and had no idea why in the bloody hell why! She wasn't the slightest bit attracted to Snape. He was old! In fact, if she had to choose between Malfoy and Snape, she would choose Snape, hands down.

She took him fully into her mouth again groaning. She had to fight herself not to touch her own body. After all, she couldn't get more aroused if she didn't touch herself.*

[Bluemage]

Snape looked down at Granger as she slowly slipped further down his cock until she had taken all of it between her lips, deepthroating him. He could feel his orgasm building as she sucked and teased him with her tongue. It had been quite a while since anyone had done anything like this for him. He wanted to enjoy it for as long as possible, but the suddenness. He felt a low groan tickle at the back of his throat, "What a naughty little Gryffindor you are..." He was going to reach his limit soon, he was torn between whether he should warn her or not.

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Draco sighed softly as he considered the potion he had made and how he might be able to make it stronger. Obviously it wasn't strong enough. There had to be a way to make it even more potent. Really, it should have been plenty potent already, but sometimes it just took everything you had.

[princesssexci]

Hermione whimpered against his cock, the feel of it filling her mouth almost completely but not quite. She sucked it in then all the way out. Her hands tracing and teasing his tightening balls. She gently squeezed them.

Part of her wanted to lick and suck his balls but the thought of him cumming on her face was dreadful so she at least restrained herself from that.She pushed her head back and forth quickly it barely hitting the back of her throat.

[Bluemage]

Snape let his head fall back as explosions of white hot pleasure erupted behind his eyelids. With a sharp twitch of his hips he was cumming into the schoolgirl's waiting mouth. If she had been potioned this was going to be what told him. If this was all because of a potion then there was no way that she was going to swallow a mouthful of his spunk. It was time to see just how 'potioned' she was.

[princesssexci]

Hermione thought she might puke when Snape came inside her mouth. How disgusting! She tried to pull away but as she did it was like a magnet pulling her back. She couldn't swallow it though. Instead as soon as the cum was in her mouth, she pulled away, gagging.

"Gross! I think I'm going to be sick!" She replied after spitting it out. Now she would have to brush her teeth very thoroughly. She glared at her professor. He was a bloody potions professor! He should have known she had been spellbound.

She stood up and stormed out of the class and back towards her room.

[Bluemage]

Draco Malfoy was still in the room, thinking very seriously about the potion and what could have gone wrong. This was strange. He was sure that everything had been right and she should have been creaming her panties to get a guy, or dropping to her knees any time that there was a boy near. Instead it seemed that she had just gotten up and wandered out at some point. Perhaps it was because he had put it on the toothbrush. Maybe she his washed it away too quickly with the brushing and the toothpaste, so he needed to come up with something stronger if he was going to slip it to her that way, but how was he going to do it? He'd have to think of something.

His eyes went open suddenly when he heard her storm in. Well, that was unusual. Maybe she had bumped into Snape and lost a few more house points before she had gotten here. That sounded about right.

[princesssexci]

Hermione stormed into the head room and slammed the door behind her, not caring if she woke Malfoy or not. She waltzed to the bathroom scrambling for the toothpaste. She still couldn't believe Snape had the nerve to cum in her mouth!*

She shuddered and squirted the toothpaste on her tooth brush. She started scrubbing her mouth making sure to reach every inch of her mouth, very thoroughly. Unknown to her, the potion worked through her body.

Now, instead of actually brushing her teeth the potion had her thinking she was sucking cock again. As she thrusted the toothbrush in her mouth, her eyes landed on Dracos cologne. That disgusting scent that made him smell soooo deli---

Whoa! she did just almost think that Malfoy smelled delicious and she was not wondering how his cock would taste compared to...

No!

Hermione spit the tooth paste out,"What the bloody hell is going on?" she muttered as she stormed into her room, slamming the door shut.

[Bluemage]

Draco heard the slamming of doors and the stomping of feet on the floor. That was interesting. Perhaps something had happened? It seemed more serious than losing points to Snape. He frowned softly and crossed his arms behind his head, making a pillow out of his forearms. Anger and stomping around wasn't what the potion was supposed to do. It had been supposed to make her hot in the panties area, give her an itch that she couldn't scratch, make her crave cock. Instead it seemed to have turned her into a walking pile of rage and upset. He wondered if he should go talk to her about it, and then realized that he shouldn't feel bad for her, as he was a Slythern and she was Gryffindor, and all of the other reasons that they were apparently arch enemies. Still, the fact that he had potioned her and it had resulted in her being this upset made him feel a little guilty...along with the fact that he was curious about what else his debacle of a potion had done.

He slowly pushed himself up and stepped out of his room, walking over to hers and lightly tapping on the door, "Granger, if you keep stomping like that you're going to put a hole in the floor and end up in the basement. What's wrong with you tonight?" He smiled as he considered how he could make this seem more like him, "Not that I really care, I just don't want you keeping me up with all of your stomping around and getting it out will probably put an end to that."