I wonder how much he drank? And what did Crabbe and Goyle bring with such a thing, that he had a headache? Thoughts stomping on the gutting hippopotamus hippopotamus, they struggled to squeeze into the buzzing head. Opening his eyes with difficulty, he licked his dry lips. Hall, candles ... What did he sleep on? And why naked? Hmm, and not even one. A graceful handle wraps around his neck, a small elastic chest and a warm thigh on top of his leg are felt. Someone quietly sniffles his neck ... Merlin, why is it so difficult for him to turn his head? It is necessary to find out with whom the hell, he yesterday smoked. Draco tried to stretch his neck, shaking his head in different directions. It was felt that the stranger had lush curly hair. Their smell, he clearly reminded him of something. Cinnamon? May be...

- Ooh, Granger! - he finally managed to turn his head, - what was it yesterday, then?

* * *

Harry Potter looked disbelievingly down. Just now, Kneeling on his knees, Malfoy fell heavily on his side into a puddle of his own blood. Hermione screamed in her ears. Right in front of the reclining Slyzern, there was a large rack covered with spear tips, daggers and just rusty gun-dust. The edge of one of the ancient daggers was covered with the same blood that now flooded the floor. So unsuccessfully, Draco fleeing from a run-up ran into a blade stuck, among other things, with trash.

Hermione Granger also looked down faithfully. The unexpected fight and lying on the floor in a pool of his own blood Malfoy - it was like a window into some other, terrible reality. She felt her own, tremendously shaky, hands that were pressed to her cheeks, were trembling.

- Hermione! - Harry's voice affected her sobering, - we must help him!

- Yes, yes, you're right - a couple of seconds to think, and then she began to act.

Quickly dropping the mantle, she threw it on the chair. Ignoring Harry's wide eyes, pulled off her nightie and threw it to him:

- He needs to be tied up, and this is the only thing we have here!

Grabbing her wand, and ignoring her own nudity, she knelt down in front of Draco.

- Harry, help me put it on my back!

Together, they turned the slyeneren over. Draco looked terrible: his face, which was already so pale by nature, was now whiter than chalk — the loss of blood affected him. Losing consciousness from shock, he could barely breathe. The wound looked bad - a long dagger went deep into the right side of the abdomen, and when Draco fell, it turned out to be an inaccurate cut almost to the ribs.

Grabbing a thin nightie, Harry began to tear it into long strips. Looking around for a second, Hermione concentrated and tried to calm herself. She never used this spell herself, but her parents ’medical education affected her interest in healing magic. And although the library books did not give so much information, the girl several times saw how Madame Pomfrey acted. Well, she should be good too!

Making a complicated move, Hermione touched Draco to the body with her wand:

“Wolner Sanentur!” - nothing, no effect.

Having exhaled, she again tried to concentrate and accurately reproduce the necessary movements. Not everything works out the first time, but she can!

“Wolner Sanentur!” - she immediately felt it - tremendous fatigue fell on her shoulders, she wanted to collapse to the floor and close her eyes.

It seems to have worked - the blood stopped going, and the wound did not look so scary. Harry, who had made some kind of bandage out of her nightie, began to dress the injured Slyrenton. Maybe things are not as bad as she thought at first.

“He should be transferred to the hall, to the sofa,” said Hermione, “but he cannot get to your half with this bandage.”

* * *

Something snapped in Draco's head, and the heavy veil in his thoughts seemed to fade a little. The hall, the barrier, Hermione with his cock in her mouth ... She's on her knees in front of Potter ... But what happened after that? It seems they fought as if they were fighting Potter ... But what does she do in his bed? Gryffindor lost, and he had her on joy?

Draco tried to raise his head to look around, but suddenly a dull pain in his side made him fall back. Bandage? Was he injured? Some kind of garbage ... Did they fight with Potter with swords? He does not know how to fence. Full sur.

Wanting to find out what the matter was, he wanted to wake Hermione, but suddenly he froze. From his movements, the girl stretched a little and leaned closer to him. Draco felt soft hairs tickle his thigh. It seems they were wet.

Wincing at every movement from the pain in his side, he moved away slightly, trying not to wake her up. Mumbled in her sleep, Hermione rolled onto her back. The large dark nipple cones on a small breast gazed carelessly at the ceiling. He froze for a moment, staring at the sight that had opened. Hermione's bosom was not very big, but the nipple pyramids stubbornly caught the eye and caused a desire to touch them,

Slightly wetting a finger in his mouth, he gently touched the tip of one breast. Granger sighed softly, and Draco thought the sigh was reflected in his own chest. He began to slowly move his finger in a circle, listening to her breath. Carefully, as if afraid of getting burned, the pads of his fingers slipped first around one nipple, and then around the other. Again, moving closer to the girl, he lightly grabbed one breast with his lips and covered his hand with the other, feeling how the hardened nipple pressed into his palm. Carefully he ran his tongue over the dark cone and felt Hermione's breath becoming even more frequent.

Looking up from her chest for a second, she quickly looked at her face. Thin, elegant features, long eyelashes. Damn, why is she not purebred? I wonder is she sleeping? Or pretending? But what difference does it make?

Releasing his chest, Draco gently pulled his hand below, stopping at her flat tummy. Velvet skin and a small fossa of the navel, with his palm he felt the rhythm of her breathing and suddenly realized that he was breathing just as often. He did not know what he was going to do and why. Her body inexplicably attracted. I wonder if her arrogant mask flies when she ends? Damn, why doesn't he remember anything? If he already fucked her, then surely she will not refuse to repeat it.

Leaning down, he again seized her nipple with his lips and began to tease her tongue. A hand slipped below, covering a small fluff on the pubis. Slightly spread legs allowed his toes to slip even lower. Her crack was smooth and hot. Draco just ran a finger between the squeezed doors, as he felt that they opened easily, giving access to wet inner petals. “I wonder what the fuck I'm doing this?” - A new thought made him freeze for a moment, but his hands immediately continued their work. Why is he caressing Granger, like some princess and can not stop?

Hermione groaned and, tearing herself off her chest, he suddenly met her eyes. For a while her gaze was directed somewhere past, but then he focused and Draco instantly closed the girl’s mouth with his hand. In time, she jerked all over and seemed about to scream. A shudder passed through her body, and her eyes filled with some kind of incomprehensible mixture of fear and excitement. I wonder how they ended up in the same bed if she had such a reaction in the morning?

Leaning on Hermione, and almost losing consciousness from the sharp pain in her side, Draco began to aggressively caress her chest and fissure with her lips and hand. His fingers instantly became covered in viscous moisture, and now they slid easily between the lips.Moving his hand a little higher and touching the large clitoris, he suddenly felt how much her slender body arched beneath him, nearly throwing him to the floor. He had to grab the back, removing his palm from the girl's face. She moaned loudly and closed her eyes again. Her leg slid off the narrow couch, her slender hips opening, giving Draco complete freedom of action. He moved his hand lower and rubbed the ass hole with his finger, which caused another moan. Then he led ...