Kaleidoscope
Note: Meh, they're Head Girl, but it's really the only way this could work. I hate doing this to you guys, because it's so cliché, but in order to make the story seem more realistic, that's how it has to be. I'm sorry. =/ Beginning this, I'm not sure if it will be a one-shot, or a short chapter fic. I'll know by the end, obviously. Lol. As always, enjoy, and please leave a review! =) Oh, and this was rejected on HPFF because it was "too explicit". I have a screen name there (LittleMissRachel), and the stories are "tamer", although I consider even this "tame" compared to other stories I've read on here AND even on HPFF. Oh well!
I definitely don't own the characters, and Monty Are I owns the title, because they're bloody brilliant and inspired me to write this story. =D
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I could pick apart the words you say,
But never crack the code.
'Cause every little bit you give,
Has me screaming for more.
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My self-control is slowly falling away every time she shifts in her seat across from me in the common room. Her skirt is riding up her thigh, her creamy skin peeking from underneath the plaid, pushing my sanity to its breaking point. I lick my lips, and I wonder if she knows how much her bloody legs affect me.
I think I began to lose my mind when I realized how incredibly sexy Granger had gotten over the years. Sexy in the bad librarian type way, with her air of sophistication and intelligence, but with an underlying seductive persona that is just waiting to come forth.
A few months into the school year I came to find that she did it on purpose. Why in Merlin's name she was seducing me knowingly I will never know, but I couldn't help but appreciate it. Any man in his right mind would, no matter how filthy said witch's blood is. I'm revolted by how I feel about the Gryffindor, but I'll be damned if she doesn't have the greatest legs I've ever seen.
Naturally, I can't tell my housemates. Not even Blaise Zabini, my best friend, will understand. He may be neutral on the subject of purebloods and muggleborns, but he had once said he would never touch Granger, for she was too wild and brilliant for him to try to tame.
So, since the day I realized her legs are magnificent and her lips are full, waiting to be kissed, I have kept it bottled up inside of me. It's a task, trying so hard to not show how I lust for the mudblood, but for her sake and my own I have to keep my mouth shut.
"Well, Malfoy… Goodnight," she says as she stands and stretches.
I feel myself harden at the sight of her stomach showing underneath her school shirt and her chest stretch the white fabric tantalizingly. I shift so she can't see the sudden change in my pants and clear my throat and say indifferently, "Goodnight, Granger."
It's not as though we're friends. No, we still bicker as if step siblings, but after so much, we can't seem to muster up the energy to continue at the end of a long day. We say goodnight and go our separate ways, she up and I down. Her room is set in a tower high above our common room, to ensure her privacy. Mine is well below for the same reason as hers.
I definitely need it tonight, because I need relief, even if it does happen by myself.
She knows she has done something to me, emotionally or physically, because I see a whisper of a smirk on her face. I narrow my eyes at her, hoping she gets the hint, but she lingers, causing me even more discomfort. She bends over and retrieves her bag from off the floor, her skirt riding up the back of her legs so high that I can see just a bit of her lacy panties.
I hiss almost silently, but she hears it. I know she does. She quirks an eyebrow in my direction and turns a bit so I can get a view down her shirt. I gulp loudly at the sight of a matching bra to those delectable underwear and wish so badly she would quit this game. I quickly cover my lap with the textbook I had been reading, so as to hide my embarrassing predicament.
She saunters past me, her perfume engulfing all of my senses, and I turn my head to watch her walk up the stairs. She sashays her hips seductively as she walks, and turns her head to glance back at me. Her brown eyes reflect my own passion and lust. But, most of all, they burn with an amusement so strong it's as if I can hear her tinkling laughter emitting through them.
I am not a weak man by any means. Raised in the Malfoy Manor hardened my heart – too much, some would argue, but weakness would only lead to my downfall. Father never let me cry. He never let me give up, and for that, I am somewhat thankful.
He had never taught me about women, and how their bodies can weaken you. I easily found out about them on my own, for they flocked to me anyway. I've had many lovers, but I have never, never wanted someone as much as I want Granger right now. No woman has tested me the way she has been testing me these few months, and it turns me on more than anyone ever has.
She taunts me in many ways. Her favorite is what she had just done with her body. During the sixth and seventh year she learned how to use it to her advantage, that is certain, and she definitely uses it well. If I were to tell my mates that Hermione Granger is a conceited seductress, they would laugh and say I had too much Firewhiskey. If only they knew the truth.
Granger is clever as well. She is well versed in her innuendos. How, I don't have a clue, because no one expects the bookworm to know anything about sex, but she does. She has many, and they usually slip out of her mouth while we're arguing. I remember earlier that day we were fighting about who was going to patrol the seventh floor corridor tonight, and I had just said, "Granger, for the last fucking time, I am not spending more of my time patrolling a floor no one is ever on!"
"I can assure you, Malfoy, that I am on that floor a lot," she shouts, and I feel my eyes widen a bit.
I can't help but smirk at my thought that she has been on many floors, the little whore, but her next statement makes me stuff my hand into my pocket to hide my growing problem.
"If you ever actually patrolled that corridor, maybe you could catch me, and actually punish me like you've wanted to do." She cocks her head to the side, her brown hair falling in waves off of her neck, and the stretching of her smooth skin prompts me to lick my lips. If only I could just have one taste.
I snap back to reality and see that she has finally left the room. I think back to my fantasies after she said that and groan quietly. The thought of "punishing" her makes me even harder, and I want so badly to race up to her room, tear off her clothes and ravage her.
I shove the thoughts away and attempt to calm myself down. I close my eyes, try to rid my mind of her, but it far from works. It only gets worse behind my eyelids. I imagine her naked, underneath me, her eyes half shut in pleasure as I fuck her senseless. I feel my hand moving over my lap, and I stop myself instantly.
I throw my forgotten Potions book across the room in anger and glance toward her staircase. How dare she make me lust for her! She knows what she's doing; her game hasn't gone unnoticed. It's driving me wild. I hate that I feel so out of control. I hate that she has caused me to feel this way. If my father finds out I lust after a fucking mudblood my whole life will be ruined. He will disinherit me for certain, and torture me until I am as bad off as the Longbottoms in St. Mungo's.
This game has to stop. I stand, my erection thankfully going away, albeit slowly, and I grin at the stairs leading toward her dormitory. She doesn't think I know about her plot to seduce me. It's amusing that Granger thinks she's the only one who can play. How can she – Oh Brightest Witch of Our Age – be so stupid? She knows I have a reputation for breaking hearts, and yet she still plays with fire.
She's going to get burned.
Hermione Granger has yet to realize, now that she has learned the ropes of seduction, that this is a competition, and this is one that I have never lost.
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Note: Hmm, yes, this will be a short fic. Maybe like a two or three shot. I've decided when I was writing that each chapter will pertain to one verse of the song. The verse will always be at the front. I think there will be three. Or five. Haha. I just counted the verses. Yes, five. Just a small heads up. This is a very, erm, sexual fic. In terms of Draco's thoughts, anyway. Lol. Obviously. Sorry if it offends anyone! XD Please review. =)