::..wHEn hAtRed Is nOMoRe..::
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Note: My goal is to get Harry and Ron as far away from Hermione as possible, so that Draco could get her alone most the time, and from what I've been hearing from people is that, they don't like putting Harry and Ron too much into the scenes.U no.
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"Oh.Draco,deeper.ooh.deeper.oh.oh.Draco."
The moaning of a 17 year old girl rang through Draco Malfoy's ears, and awoken him. He felt a bit aroused, no wait, extremely aroused. He brushed his blonde hair back with his hand and exhaled deeply.
Who was this girl? Why was it that he wanted her so much, but didn't even know her? The moaning was stuck in his mind, he had to find her, he had to have her, her light brown eyes, her hair in curls, her ever seductive body, that voice.Seemed almost as if Draco knew her, he couldn't have, or maybe.all of a sudden he thought of a girl with quite the similarities.
"Hell no, it couldn't be" he said to himself as he got up and packed his things for his 7th year at Hogwarts.
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"Hey guys!" Hermione said, peeping through the door of Harry and Ron's compartment. "Hermione!" Harry took the time to scan her. "God, is that you?" Ron said, noticing ever curve she had.
"Of course it is, who do you think it was?" She said, helping herself to a seat near Harry. "Y-you look different" Harry told her, for some reason, he couldn't keep his eyes off her.
"And you're not wearing robes, is there a problem?" Ron told her, focusing his eyes on her long, slender legs.
Hermione rolled her eyes in sarcasm. No one could blame Hermione for changing, 17 year olds were suppose to change, they couldn't be their 11 year old selves anymore. But Harry and Ron never saw Hermione wear a black leather mini skirt before. Or maybe even boots that reached only her ankle, so that it exposed her legs more, and her hair, so neatly tied up, or maybe even lip gloss, nope, she had changed a lot, not to mention the shirt she was wearing, that outlined her breasts very well, Harry and Ron were on fire.
"Would you two please just chill out? It's not like it's the end of the world if I don't wear robes." Harry and Ron took time to try to stop staring at her and shook their heads in disbelief that Hermione wasn't the same anymore.
"B-by the way." Harry said, his eyes had difficulty traveling to her face, it seemed to be glued to her chest, Hermione giggled and put his chin up.
"Y-you're Head Girl. C-congratulations" Ron said smiling, Hermione could swear he slapped himself before he talked to her. "Oh my god! Are you joking?" Hermione said excitedly, Harry and Ron nodded their heads. "You're sharing a compartment up the train with Malfoy" Harry said, Hermione's smile suddenly faded quickly. "What!?!" "Malfoy's Head Boy. Don't ask, we're shocked too" Ron said. Hermione stammered and tried to look for words, "N-no, that can't happen! He j-just can't be Head Boy, think of the torture, the horrible day by day." "Sleeping in the same room no doubt" Harry finished for her. "That too. God! What did I do to deserve this!" "Good Luck, you won't be seeing us anywhere this month, though" Ron said.
"You're kidding." Hermione said, with a hopeful look. "We have to go to this conference in Ireland.Quidditch business, sorry, Hermione." Harry said. "Great!" Hermione said in sarcastic despair. "This month is going to be hell you two." "No kidding. Damn it, if only it could've been posponed!" Harry said. "There was a chance, except that bloke, fat ass bastard in Ireland said, 'We need the best we can get,'" Ron mimicked the man with an Irish accent, Hermione giggled and Harry sniggered. "Well, we'll miss you, your compartment is 3 compartments up" Harry kissed her cheek, amazed of how she tasted, too bad he had already let go, Ron thought the same thing, and they all hugged. Hermione moved up.
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Hermione wore a lifeless expression as she went up to the compartment. She slid the door open, and there sat Draco Malfoy, looking very different as he stared at her. Hermione didn't know why she was looking at him for a long time,all of a sudden, she became locked into his gazed, she tried to shake it off, but she just couldn't resist his eyes, his different look. It seemed cleaner, more mature, a bit more muscular, for a short time, Hermione thought he was actually sexy. 'What the hell are you thinking, Hermione? That's Draco Malfoy! You know, evil, ruthless.' Hermione took a deep breath, to help settle her thoughts. "What the hell are you standing there for, Granger? Damn, you actually look hot today. Wherever did you pick up that sexy outfit of yours?" He said smirking hotly, scanning her.
Hermione wanted to slap him, but for some reason she couldn't, something was holding her back, it was unexplainable. "You could stop staring at me now. I know I look good, I know you think so too." Hermione rolled her eyes and sat across him, and looked out the window, her right hand, sustaining her from leaning on the window.
"You can stop being conceited now" Hermione said. "Can't help it I guess" he said smirking. "Oh God." Hermione murmured. Hermione continued to gaze at the window, but she didn't know that Draco was staring at her.
She looked so familiar, Draco had always thought of Hermione as beautiful though, but it would kill him to actually tell her that. He continued to look at her, scanning her again and again, from her legs to her pretty face. Draco didn't know she had curves, perfect curves in fact. Everything about her ran through his mind, suddenly, there was an urge, a really weird urge, he wanted her, but why? He wanted to have her, make her his, he wanted to make out with her, he didn't understand, how could someone like her make him feel this way? So turned on, and so alive.
Hermione finally noticed him. "What is up with boys and my clothes?" Hermione almost screamed in irritation. "Well, so-rry! Didn't mean to offend you, if you knew you'd be irritated, why don't you just change?" Draco said with a smirk of sarcasm. "You wish" Hermione said irritated. "Well, you're right, I do wish. It would be granted if you could just change into something less skanky" Draco said, Hermione ignored him. "How do you get so much energy to harass people like this?" "Easy, you'd do the same if you actually got turned on by someone" Draco said smirking sexily. Hermione sat there, 'I turn him on? Who the hell slapped him over the summer?' and looked at him. "Who could possibly turn you on?" she said with a scoff. "I think you'll have to figure that out on your own, after all you are the Great All Knowing Granger, are you not?" Draco teased. Hermione rolled her eyes, "You know what? Maybe I should change." "Be my guest" he said smirking. "Yeah, anything to get the hell away from you" "oooh. That hurt" he said sarcastically still smirking, and Hermione left the compartment to change into her robes.
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Note: My goal is to get Harry and Ron as far away from Hermione as possible, so that Draco could get her alone most the time, and from what I've been hearing from people is that, they don't like putting Harry and Ron too much into the scenes.U no.
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"Oh.Draco,deeper.ooh.deeper.oh.oh.Draco."
The moaning of a 17 year old girl rang through Draco Malfoy's ears, and awoken him. He felt a bit aroused, no wait, extremely aroused. He brushed his blonde hair back with his hand and exhaled deeply.
Who was this girl? Why was it that he wanted her so much, but didn't even know her? The moaning was stuck in his mind, he had to find her, he had to have her, her light brown eyes, her hair in curls, her ever seductive body, that voice.Seemed almost as if Draco knew her, he couldn't have, or maybe.all of a sudden he thought of a girl with quite the similarities.
"Hell no, it couldn't be" he said to himself as he got up and packed his things for his 7th year at Hogwarts.
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"Hey guys!" Hermione said, peeping through the door of Harry and Ron's compartment. "Hermione!" Harry took the time to scan her. "God, is that you?" Ron said, noticing ever curve she had.
"Of course it is, who do you think it was?" She said, helping herself to a seat near Harry. "Y-you look different" Harry told her, for some reason, he couldn't keep his eyes off her.
"And you're not wearing robes, is there a problem?" Ron told her, focusing his eyes on her long, slender legs.
Hermione rolled her eyes in sarcasm. No one could blame Hermione for changing, 17 year olds were suppose to change, they couldn't be their 11 year old selves anymore. But Harry and Ron never saw Hermione wear a black leather mini skirt before. Or maybe even boots that reached only her ankle, so that it exposed her legs more, and her hair, so neatly tied up, or maybe even lip gloss, nope, she had changed a lot, not to mention the shirt she was wearing, that outlined her breasts very well, Harry and Ron were on fire.
"Would you two please just chill out? It's not like it's the end of the world if I don't wear robes." Harry and Ron took time to try to stop staring at her and shook their heads in disbelief that Hermione wasn't the same anymore.
"B-by the way." Harry said, his eyes had difficulty traveling to her face, it seemed to be glued to her chest, Hermione giggled and put his chin up.
"Y-you're Head Girl. C-congratulations" Ron said smiling, Hermione could swear he slapped himself before he talked to her. "Oh my god! Are you joking?" Hermione said excitedly, Harry and Ron nodded their heads. "You're sharing a compartment up the train with Malfoy" Harry said, Hermione's smile suddenly faded quickly. "What!?!" "Malfoy's Head Boy. Don't ask, we're shocked too" Ron said. Hermione stammered and tried to look for words, "N-no, that can't happen! He j-just can't be Head Boy, think of the torture, the horrible day by day." "Sleeping in the same room no doubt" Harry finished for her. "That too. God! What did I do to deserve this!" "Good Luck, you won't be seeing us anywhere this month, though" Ron said.
"You're kidding." Hermione said, with a hopeful look. "We have to go to this conference in Ireland.Quidditch business, sorry, Hermione." Harry said. "Great!" Hermione said in sarcastic despair. "This month is going to be hell you two." "No kidding. Damn it, if only it could've been posponed!" Harry said. "There was a chance, except that bloke, fat ass bastard in Ireland said, 'We need the best we can get,'" Ron mimicked the man with an Irish accent, Hermione giggled and Harry sniggered. "Well, we'll miss you, your compartment is 3 compartments up" Harry kissed her cheek, amazed of how she tasted, too bad he had already let go, Ron thought the same thing, and they all hugged. Hermione moved up.
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Hermione wore a lifeless expression as she went up to the compartment. She slid the door open, and there sat Draco Malfoy, looking very different as he stared at her. Hermione didn't know why she was looking at him for a long time,all of a sudden, she became locked into his gazed, she tried to shake it off, but she just couldn't resist his eyes, his different look. It seemed cleaner, more mature, a bit more muscular, for a short time, Hermione thought he was actually sexy. 'What the hell are you thinking, Hermione? That's Draco Malfoy! You know, evil, ruthless.' Hermione took a deep breath, to help settle her thoughts. "What the hell are you standing there for, Granger? Damn, you actually look hot today. Wherever did you pick up that sexy outfit of yours?" He said smirking hotly, scanning her.
Hermione wanted to slap him, but for some reason she couldn't, something was holding her back, it was unexplainable. "You could stop staring at me now. I know I look good, I know you think so too." Hermione rolled her eyes and sat across him, and looked out the window, her right hand, sustaining her from leaning on the window.
"You can stop being conceited now" Hermione said. "Can't help it I guess" he said smirking. "Oh God." Hermione murmured. Hermione continued to gaze at the window, but she didn't know that Draco was staring at her.
She looked so familiar, Draco had always thought of Hermione as beautiful though, but it would kill him to actually tell her that. He continued to look at her, scanning her again and again, from her legs to her pretty face. Draco didn't know she had curves, perfect curves in fact. Everything about her ran through his mind, suddenly, there was an urge, a really weird urge, he wanted her, but why? He wanted to have her, make her his, he wanted to make out with her, he didn't understand, how could someone like her make him feel this way? So turned on, and so alive.
Hermione finally noticed him. "What is up with boys and my clothes?" Hermione almost screamed in irritation. "Well, so-rry! Didn't mean to offend you, if you knew you'd be irritated, why don't you just change?" Draco said with a smirk of sarcasm. "You wish" Hermione said irritated. "Well, you're right, I do wish. It would be granted if you could just change into something less skanky" Draco said, Hermione ignored him. "How do you get so much energy to harass people like this?" "Easy, you'd do the same if you actually got turned on by someone" Draco said smirking sexily. Hermione sat there, 'I turn him on? Who the hell slapped him over the summer?' and looked at him. "Who could possibly turn you on?" she said with a scoff. "I think you'll have to figure that out on your own, after all you are the Great All Knowing Granger, are you not?" Draco teased. Hermione rolled her eyes, "You know what? Maybe I should change." "Be my guest" he said smirking. "Yeah, anything to get the hell away from you" "oooh. That hurt" he said sarcastically still smirking, and Hermione left the compartment to change into her robes.