Disclaimer: This story is based on characters and situations created and owned by JK Rowling, various publishers including but not limited to Bloomsbury Books, Scholastic Books and Raincoast Books, and Warner Bros., Inc. No money is being made and no copyright or trademark infringement is intended.
A/N Hey everyone. Ma nouvelle histoire est finalement la! Hurrah for me! The song is ÒVoodooÓ by Ashanti. Enjoy. Review. Worship. JK. Mwahz!
~Zsa Zsa
~Voodoo~
Hermione Granger walked slowly along the edge of the Forbidden Forest. She sighed deeply and pulled her coat and scarf tighter. She continued walking, so deep in thought that she did not realize someone was following her.
When Hermione came to a stone bench by the lake, she sat down and closed her eyes, letting her hair fall over her face, a curtain of light brown curls. Her follower took this opportunity to sit beside her.
ÒGranger?Ó He asked, somewhat cautiously.
Upon hearing his voice, his smooth, luscious voice, Hermione jumped. ÒMalfoy?Ó She asked, surprised and lifted her head to see his floppy blond hair, his piercing blue eyes and his pink lips, now becoming blue from the cold. ÒMerlin! YouÕre freezing!Ó
Without thinking, she put her hand on his cheek. It felt like ice. He moved his head a little so her fingers were now brushing along his lips softly. He was caressing her skin with his and HermioneÕs skin prickled lightly from the touch.
She quickly turned her head away and removed her hand from his face. Taking off her scarf, she said, ÒHereÓ, handing him the red and gold Gryffindor scarf, but still refusing to look at him.
ÒNo, I donÕt want you too get because of me.Ó Was this Malfoy? Hermione looked incredulously at him. She tutted, a habit she had acquired during her sixth year at Hogwarts. She grabbed the scarf from where it lay in his lap and wound it tightly around his neck, perhaps a bit too tightly.
The snow falling around them was creating a picturesque looked and the snow covered mountaintops made for an impressive view. The trees were glistening with a batch of freshly fallen snow, the grounds covered in a thick, white blanket and the lake frozen over.
ÒThank you.Ó Draco said quietly, smiling to himself.
ÒWhy are you here?Ó Hermione asked, perhaps a bit too harshly.
ÒWell, I was out for a walk,Ó Hermione raised an eyebrow, ÔIn that?Õ she thought. He read it on her features, ÒI know, odd attire for a walk on a day like this, but IÕm telling the truth.Ó Hermione raised an eyebrow again, but nodded, ÒAnyway, I saw you near that great oafÕs hut,Ó Hermione frowned, ÒSorry, HagridÕs hut and decided to follow you. You looked lonely. I thought you could use the company.Ó
ÒYour company?Ó Hermione quirked an eyebrow for the third time.
ÒI know we were on bad terms before-Ò Draco began.
ÒBad terms?Ó Hermione yelled. Draco flinched. She was not in a good mood, he could tell. She had gotten up from her place on the bench and was now standing in front of him menacingly. ÒI hate you! I thought you felt the same. YouÕve made my life miserable for the past six years! You relentlessly mocked my friends and I! You even called me a ÔMudbloodÕ and now you have the audacity to come here and make it seem like you want to be friends and keep me company? You think we were merely on bad terms?!Ó She took a deep breath, but before she could vent her anger out any further, Draco cut in.
ÒI came to apologize. I know itÕs not much and doesnÕt take back all the horrible stuff I did and you probably donÕt care, but IÕd like to try.Ó Hermione looked down on him, her expression mingled anger and confusion. ÒAnd to do this.Ó Draco stood up and the two were now dangerously close. Draco lifted a hand to cup HermioneÕs flushed cheek and leaned in. TheyÕre kiss was not lengthy, nor was it particularly passionate, but it was so utterly sweet, sensitive and mind-numbingly tantalizing, it made HermioneÕs knees go weak.
They broke apart, and with a small smile and squeeze of her hand, Draco turned to leave and began walking up to the castle, still wearing HermioneÕs Gryffindor scarf.
Hermione fell onto the cold bench, touching her lips gingerly, smiling to herself.
~~I donÕt know whatÕs come over me
I donÕt know, I donÕt know whatÕs come over me
I donÕt know whatÕs come over me
I donÕt know, I donÕt know whatÕs come over me
Because I never felt like this
(I donÕt want to be wrong Ôcause I like it)
Thinking about the way you kiss
(I donÕt want to be wrong, but I like it)~~
For the next few days, Hermione was still sweet, but oddly distant. Her friends noticed a minor change in her behavior, but they shrugged it off thinking it was merely a phase and that it would pass.
She couldnÕt stop thinking about him. His hair, his eyes, his lips, his face, his bodyÉ his kiss. Oh Merlin, his kiss.
She felt overwhelmed by a desire, during mealtimes, to get up, walk over to him at the Slytherin table and to lean over and whisper, ÒI love youÓ in to his ear.
ÔOh Merlin! What am I thinking? RonÕs my sweet, cute, loving boyfriend. HeÕs been my best friend for years and IÉ I love him.Ó She thought, albeit reluctantly.
~~I think you stole my heart from me
(See, I donÕt want to be wrong Ôcause I like it)
ÔCause I belong to somebody
(Even though it seems wrong I canÕt fight it)~~
Hermione walked along the hall on her way to dinner. She was deep in thought for the second time that week, although this time, it was because of quite a different matter. Why had Malfoy had this effect on her. She felt out of place. Different, almost as if she wasnÕt herself anymore.
She didnÕt think it could possibly be a spell, but it certainly felt like it. Love potions werenÕt generally transmitted by the trespassing of oneÕs lips. They were brewed in dark, dank cauldrons by night and secretly slipped into the object of your affections pumpkin juice. No, if he had cast a spell, though Hermione highly doubted it, it would most likely be a hex. Some kind of voodoo even.
She didnÕt want to think of the possibilities. It was controlling her mind. She was almost anxious to see him, a thought that had never crossed her mind before the kissing incident. It had been a slap in the face for Hermione. She thought she loved Ron, but now she wasnÕt so sure. Did she even know what love is?
ÔYes, and I am in love with Draco Malfoy.Õ Hermione stood still in the hallway, looking around furiously. Just after that thought had finished being processed, she had heard a sound behind her. She spun on her heel, her hair flipping around lightly to come face to face with the one person she wanted most to see. Draco Malfoy.
ÒHi Hermione.Ó He said shyly. She smiled at him, but was horrified to find that she couldnÕt speak, so instead she just waved. Draco chuckled to himself. ÒI actually am glad I bumped into you. I wanted to give this back.Ó He held out her scarf, the emblem ad colors clearly and distinctly visible. It probably wouldnÕt have been a good idea for him to keep it.
She just smiled shyly and took the scarf from his arm, her hand lingering on his for just a second. She whipped it away, looking slightly embarrassed.
They were alone in the corridor. Not a soul could be heard. You would have thought the castle was empty except for those two. Hermione began twirling her hair nervously, a habit most girls except for her took it upon themselves to do. She found it was ditzy, yet here she was, twiddling her hair for Draco. Ah, the irony.
She looked shyly at him, biting her lip. Why couldnÕt she speak? This was getting ridiculous. Hermione couldnÕt believe a boy could have this effect on her, let alone it being her enemy, the boy who had insulted her mercilessly for so many years.
ÒWell, I guess IÕll be going.Ó Upon hearing those words, her heart sank. No, her heart stopped. He was leaving? He couldnÕt. With a smile, he turned and left. It was then that she found her voice, ÒDonÕt leave me here alone.Ó She whispered. Her smile lost when she knew he hadnÕt heard her.
~~It almost feels as if I'm not myself,
Under a spell from someone else
I think I'm falling for somebody else and
I can't control myself
It's like some kind of hex on me
Controlling who I love and how I speak and
When heÕs gone my heart won't beat
Tell me what's come over me, over me, over me
I don't know what's comes over me, over me, over me
I don't know, I don't know
What's come over me
I don't know what's come over me, over me, over me
I don't know, I don't know
What's come over me~~
Hermione thought about how stupid she had acted in front of Draco. She didnÕt know why he had that effect on her. She couldnÕt figure it out. It was as if the two were kindred souls or something. He plagued her thoughts and haunted her dreams. It was scary, the amount she felt she knew about him, after just one brief kiss.
She mulled over everything in her mind as she walked into the Great Hall. She scanned the Gryffindor table to see if Ron and Harry were there yet. Se spotted the two boys talking in low whispers. ÔProbably new Quidditch moves,Õ she thought.
Hermione ran over to where they were sitting, and Ron made Harry move over so Hermione could sit next to him. He said, ÒHermione? YouÕve been kind ofÉ out there lately. Is it us?Ó
Hermione looked startled. She turned to Ron sharply, ÒWhat makes you think that?Ó She asked, slightly nervous.
Ron shrugged his shoulder non-chalantly, ÒI dunno. I was just wondering if you were okay.Ó Hermione smiled and leaned over to kiss him on the cheek. To her surprise, he turned and pushed his lips squarely on hers, shoving his cold, wet tongue into her mouth a swishing it around lazily. Hermione kept her eyes open the whole time. She was thinking about how awful this kiss was in comparison to DracoÕs.
~~Because I never felt like this,
(I don't want to be wrong cause I like it)
Thinking about the way you kiss,
I don't want to be wrong, but I like it)~~
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Hermione pulled away from Ron. He smirked smugly at her and winked. She smiled back slightly a turned to face the wall. She saw Draco looking at her. By look on his face, he had seen the whole thing. His face was confused, amused and hurt all at the same time.
She looked into his eyes from across the hall. For that moment, time seemed to stand still. There was no one in the hall except for him and her. As soon as it began, it was over.
Hermione felt a surge on spontaneity. She motioned with her eyes to the door. Then, after giving both Harry and Ron kisses on the cheek, she got up and exited the hall. She waited in front of the staircase for him to come through the big oak doors. After about two minutes, Draco swaggered into the entrance hall. When his eyes met with HermioneÕs, he smiled. She pointed to the doors leading to the grounds and he nodded. Hermione went first and walked down to the stone bench, where she and Draco had shared their first kiss.
She looked up at the rolling, green lawn and saw Draco coming down, hands in pockets, staring at the ground. When he was closer to the woods, he looked up and saw Hermione on the bench. It made him grin even larger then he had previously. He ran the rest of the way.
ÒHello.Ó He said, as he sat down next to her, ÒI saw you kiss Weasley.Ó Hermione blushed. ÒAm I right in saying you didnÕt enjoy.Ó Hermione nodded reluctantly. Draco smiled and his eyes glittered.
ÒDraco?Ó Hermione asked cautiously.
ÒHmm?Ó Draco looked absent, lost in thought, staring out across the lake. His eyes looked glassy ad distant, clouded over in thought.
ÒWhat are we doing? Why did you kiss me.Ó Hermione asked, looked at her hands and wringing them nervously.
Draco looked at her, an expressionless look on his face. He was impossible to read, so she gazed into his eyes. She gazed into those pools of grey for what seemed like years, until he broke the connection by taking her hand, ÒI want to be with you Hermione. IÕve been watching you for a while. The way you walk, and talk with your friends. The way you eat. The way you act in class. Everything about you really.Ó Hermione looked startled and slightly bewildered. ÒI just hadnÕt had the courage to do anything about it until a few days ago. You were alone. I didnÕt see your bodyguards in sight. I figured I might as well take a leap.Ó
Hermione looked at him, her mouth slightly open. She closed her eyes, trying to fathom all that had just been said to her, ÒIÕm with Ron.Ó She whispered sadly, ÒIf I broke up with him, the Golden Trio would cease to exist.Ó She began to bite her nail. He took her hand down when she was mid-chew, and tuck her hair behind her ear.
ÒHeÕs not good enough for you. You need someone whoÕll give you the best of everything. Not only material things, but I can bring you excitement and security at the same time.Ó
Hermione looked up into his eyes. The eyes she got lost in so often, ÒI want to,Ó Draco looked up hopefully, ÒBut I canÕt. I couldnÕt do that to Ron.Ó
Draco nodded sadly in understanding, ÒI know. I thought you would say that,Ó Hermione looked up, slight anger in her eyes, ÒI meanÉ Ôcause heÕs your friend as well as your boyfriend.Ó HermioneÕs eyes flickered back to the look of longing so often plastered upon them when in close proximity to the Slytherin Prince.
ÒWell, I leave you with something to remember me by.Ó And with that, he kissed her with such passion, they fell back over the bench onto the grass, now ice cold below. Hermione yelped into DracoÕs mouth, but continued fulfilling her dreams. When Draco broke away, Hermione grew sad.
She sat in a reclined position as Draco walked away, every so often, looking back at his lost love. She was able to stay on the cold ground for the heat radiating off her body was tremendous.
She bit her lip nervously as she stood up, brushed her clothes off half-heartedly and walked back up the lawn.
~~You got me thinking I should leave,
See I don't want to be wrong cause I like it
But I belong to somebody
Even though it seems wrong I can't fight it
I know that I already have a love,
He's all I know and all I trust
But lately I've been falling out of love
I find myself so deep in loss~~
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Hermione decided to invite Ron for a picnic in the Astronomy Tower that night. She was going to prove to herself that Draco was out of the picture for good. It didnÕt help then whenever she closed her eyes, she only saw his face, and his golden hair, flopping lazily in his eyes.
She sighed. She had arranged for everything in the kitchens that Sunday morning. The note she had sent to Ron was brief, but rather mysterious and alluring. She hoped this thing would work out, though in the back of her mind, she knew she was taken in her heart.
Hermione pressed the crease out of the picnic blanket and placed a heating charm on the food and the atmosphere around her so that the Tower was a comfortable temperature. She got up and crossed to the ledge, where she gazed into the stars, her eyes tearing slightly.
ÒHermione?Ó She spun and there was Ron. He was wearing his uniform with one of his motherÕs sweaters over the top.
ÒHey Ron. Sit down.Ó She pointed towards the blanket and she and Ron sat down. Before she opened the basket, she scooted closer to Ron, looking deep into his eyes, hoping to see something there. All she could see was Draco. He was reflected on each eye, on each of RonÕs pearly white teeth. He was everywhere.
~~And every time he's here with me
I look into his eyes so desperately
But now it's not his face I see,
Tell me what comes over me
I don't know what's comes over me, over me, over me
I don't know, I don't know
What's come over me~~
ÒIÕm sorry. I canÕt do this anymore. Ron, I desperately want to stay friends with you. But thatÕs it. Just friends.Ó She didnÕt eve let Ron speak when she saw his mouth open to protest. ÒI love you like a brother, Ron. Just that though. IÕm so sorry for leading you on.Ó She looked into his eyes, still seeing Draco. ÒI have to go.Ó
Not even waiting for a response, se rushed down the many flights of stairs. When she arrived at the head of the Grand Staircase, she stopped to catch her breath and straiten herself out. She walked calmly down the steps, breathing deeply. Alas, when she arrived at the doors, her breath became rough and ragged. She knew what she had to do. She just couldnÕt believe she was actually going to do it.
~~I don't know what's come over me, over me, over me
I don't know, I don't know
What's come over me
I don't know, I don't know, I don't know, I don't know, I don't know
I don't know, I don't know, I don't know, I don't know, I don't know
I don't know, I don't know, I don't know, I don't know, I don't know
I don't know, I don't know, I don't know, I don't know, I don't know~~
Hermione opened the doors. Everyone in the Hall looked up, not expecting to see such a late arriver. Instead of looking at the right side of the room, where the Gryffindor table was located, she looked to her left. She saw him, looking up at her with the rest of them. She smiled and ran towards him. He stood up and she leapt into his arms.
~~I don't know what's comes over me, over me, over me
I don't know, I don't know
What's come over me~~
She grabbed his face roughly with her hands and crushed his mouth against hers. They shared the most mind-numbing kiss of their relationship, which was to last a lifetime.
~~I donÕt know whatÕs come over me.~~
A/N. Well, what do you think? Tell me if I should continue with these songfics. TheyÕre going to be differently themed, and not all as fluffy as this. R/R!!!
~Zsa Zsa