Okay, so what was supposed to have been a little prose that I wrote to just get out of my comfort zone as a writer, has become an official fanfiction. It simply started with a little Dramione sketch (which can be found here, minus the spaces, mrs-n-uzumaki . tumblr(DOT COM)/post/59508960091/so-this-took-a-good-agonisin g-half-hour-and-im-so#notes) has turned to be a longer fic demanded by my amazing tumblr folks and with an adorable comic strip (which will make sense after chapter 2) found here: mrs-n-uzumaki . tumblr(DOT COM)/post/60529213045/request-the-underhanded-have n-fan art-by#notes
Basically, if I wanted Dramione to happen canon-wise, if would've been like this.
Disclaimer: Maybe I didn't make it clear in the statement above. IF I owned the series, Dramione would've been canon.
The Underhanded Haven
Chapter 1
They shouldn't have been doing this. It was wrong, and they both knew it. Yet, all they felt was nothing but intoxicated passion and destructive excitement burning between the two. Every feel, every touch, every heated kiss sparked electricity (as clichéd as it sounded in Hermione's head). Perhaps because it seemed 'forbidden' that made the whole thing alluring. They still both hated each other -very much so- but they were okay with that; because they diverted all that passionate loathing into their wild nights, a silent agreement occurring each time that this was a much more satisfying way to relieve all the antagonism built between them over the years; though more so on Malfoy's part.
Draco had stopped thinking about the situation after their fifth night together. Thinking about it made him dizzy and frustrated and, ultimately, it was headache-inducing. He didn't know what she felt about it, whether the feeling was reciprocal. Merlin, he hoped it was, because there was no way he could deal with anything otherwise. When feelings get involved it would become a troublesome inconvenience (and that would be putting it lightly). Things would just get complicated and downright messy.
He inhaled deeply after he reluctantly broke from their lip-lock, her flowery scent filling his nostrils. His eyes, drunk with lust, trailed over her flushed face and swollen lips. She curved her neck as an invitation. Draco didn't hesitate for a second.
She loved it when he did that with his tongue. It made the hair on the back of her neck stand up from all the tingling phenomenon he knew he was inflicting; and even though she would never admit it out loud to him because it would boost his already titanic ego, he was right - he really did have a skill. She felt his hair beneath her light tugging, her fingers constantly long to stroke through those feathery tips. Even when they exchanged a discreet glance outside their haven she always pondered when she could caress those platinum-blond, apple-scented locks again. And she knew he loved it when she did that too because she could always feel the vibration of his subtle groan against his Adam's apple. He always smelt wonderful too. He smelt of light cologne just enough to tease, and lust just enough to make her wilder than her normally composed demeanour. Just then, his fingers shadowed upwards from her stomach and just below the frame of her breasts.
Her neck moved slightly, indicating that she missed the sensation of his lips on hers again. Draco didn't complain. He never did.
xXx
"Same time, same place?" he asked as they finished yet another of their nocturnal routine, referring to the next night they may meet up. He slipped on his robes and fixed his messy hair riffled on account of his partner's fingers. He then turned as the muggleborn beauty stood, using her hands to fix her curls and straighten her nightwear as a delay to answer the question.
Hermione sighed, her mind saying no, but her instincts, or more precise, her bodily functions saying yes.
When Draco saw the uncertain look on her face he leaned down and gently brushed his lips on hers; he captured her moist, upper lip lightly. It wasn't anything drastic or bold like his earlier raptures just moments ago, just a simple peck for reassurance. Hermione's stomach fluttered, the vibration of the butterfly's wings reaching towards her beating heart. He always did that to remind her that she didn't have to do anything; it was all up to her. This took a huge part in why she always came back; knowing that he let the decision be hers, for once, allowing her to be in power of the one thing between the two without him putting up a fight for it.
Hermione sighed again, this time contently, licking her lips. "We'll see," she whispered, which was always code for 'I tell myself I won't now but I'll end up doing it later anyway'. Draco had given her a hint of one of his deadly, charming smiles - something he had been doing for her more often; something Hermione certainly didn't complain about. She had to admit, he was dangerously charming when he needed to be. She finally understood why the female population of Hogwarts seem to discreetly check him out when he wasn't aware of it, which was, surprisingly, most of the time. Or he was, but didn't give the time of day about it, certainly not after he reacquainted himself with the close-friend of his long-time nemesis.
Which was partly why Draco had kept coming back during their first few weeks together; to see the look on Saint Potty's face when he correctly hinted on Granger's extracurricular activities, to tear the Golden Trio apart would've been the icing on his deliciously creamy, cauldron cake of a year. However, after a month or so, he found himself actually…enjoying their passionate sessions, which was enigmatically interesting for him because they hadn't even reached the consummation of their practice yet. Right now, it was just pure lip-tugging, hair-stroking, neck-sucking, chest-fondling, bottom-caressing snog-fest (although he wouldn't mind adding oral-indulging to the list anytime soon). But don't get him wrong, he would still openly devour the appalled looks of the pathetic Gryffindor faces with a pat on the back if the time ever came.
Hermione awkwardly cleared her throat, snapping them both back to the present night-time where they stood in front of each other. Suddenly Draco's fingers hovered over his accomplishments on Hermione's neck, softly polishing the blemishes – or as she liked to put them, love bites. Not that they were in love of course, she quickly resolved, just that it made their situation sound more tender than it actually was, made her feel less guilty. Hermione suddenly felt timid under the watchful gaze of her snogging partner, no matter how striking the moonlight made his eyes glimmer of an intense shade of grey-blue. She teared her own gaze away to check her endeavours inflicted on his neck; although, unlike her, he didn't feel the least bit shy about showing them off. She brushed her index finger on a particular mark behind his ear.
"You did some handy work on that one, I'll give you that," he remarked.
Hermione felt her face heating up slightly and thanked her lucky stars that it was dark. "I did go a little overboard tonight, didn't I?" she replied sheepishly. "Sorry, I guess had a rough day and-"
"Don't," he stopped her. "Don't ever apologise for this." She gave him a slightly confused smile and was met with a mischievous one in turn. "It's ravishing."
She chuckled softly. "Never thought you'd associate me with anything as ravishing."
"Hm," Draco mumbled thoughtfully. "Never thought you'd associate with me period."
"Well you do have the tendency to drive people away with that sneer of yours."
Draco let out mockingly offended scoff. "Firstly, that would be the coquette couver you're referring to, not sneer," he said, sneeringly, while Hermione laughed 'the what?', "And secondly, that was not was I meant."
She gave him a full-blown smile. "Okay, what did you mean then, oh coquettish one?"
He positioned an unruly curl sticking out from the side of her head flatly in its place. Hermione waited. "That you're not the Austerius of Hogwarts."
Hermione sent him a look of confusion, unfamiliar with the reference. "What exactly are you implying?"
He put his hands in the pockets of his blue pyjama bottoms. "I'm saying, Miss Granger, that you have a pair."
She raised her eyebrows and crossed her arms in a playful manner. "And you thought otherwise?"
The Malfoy heir stepped closer to her, releasing his hands from his pockets and placing them on her waist to draw her closer. "I meant a pair-" he leaned down her neck, lips trailing, "-for a certain-" he kissed her marks, "-rebellion streak."
Hermione exhaled in satisfaction, her hands immediately rubbing his shirt-covered chest, then up to encircle his upper shoulders to encourage him. "Did you forget you're talking to a Gryffindor?" she said, breathlessly. She felt him stop for a split second and heard a muffled 'hm' as if giving it some thought.
A moment later, his head lifted, much to Hermione's dissatisfaction, and he breathed deeply. "It's almost midnight," he said as he released her.
Hermione broke out of her blissful daze. "Right. We should be heading back," she said, her tone of displeasure not going unnoticed.
Malfoy smirked. "Disappointed?"
"Are you?" she challenged.
He pursed his lips in contemplation, trying to conceal another smirk that was about to break his features. But before he could provide a response a resounding clank grabbed their attention. Their heads immediately turned towards the direction of the noise, eyes widening in fear they were caught. Their eyes surveyed the astronomy tower, searching for the source of the sound, when another sound captured their gazes. They looked up to meet the steely orbs of Mrs Norris sitting atop of a dusty cupboard, her tail swinging behind her where an unfortunate pot got in its path and was left to plummet to the grounds.
Hermione heard Malfoy curse the cat under his breath.
"Get to your tower," he instructed her, even though his tone suggested 'demanded'. Although, Hermione didn't complain; she immediately took off, and once out of his sight, wrapped Harry's invisibility cloak around her. She held her breath when she saw Filch on his way to his pet and hoped Malfoy had gotten out in time.
xXx
Four months earlier…
Snape was not having a good day. Actually, scratch that, not a good week. He had just spent an insurmountable waste of time deducting points and handing out detention to a group of delinquents, which he had been doing for the past two weeks straight. A few weeks ago, a first year had started a small, mischievous prank on an opposing house. The problem really commenced back when that house decided to get back; and before everybody knew it, the entire school started plotting against each other. The pranks had become so out of control the teachers had to call an early staff meeting that morning to confront the issue. Which led Snape to this present, where he was already in a foul mood after leaving the conference.
Snape swaggered into the first lesson of the morning, his cloak tailing behind him, hushing down his fifth year students with his entrance. A minute of complete quiet had undergone amongst everyone in the classroom before Snape made a start to begin his lecture.
"In light of recent events and the aftermath of infantile shenanigans amongst the entire school, Professor Dumbledore had suggested uniting the opposing students with teamwork. Most professors, myself included, are inclined to agree with his method." He started pacing down the centre of the classroom, his hands laced together behind him as he eyed every student within the vicinity. "Which is why I've decided to pair you up myself for the upcoming monthly Potions project." This followed a series of subtle groans and irritable mutters, choosing wisely to keep them quiet or suffer Snape's wrath.
Snape, deciding he had deducted enough points from all houses, had chosen to ignore the grumpy students and made his way to his desk to dig out a parchment, calling out the names of each pair.
"Mister Crabbe and Mister Finnegan; Mister Thomas and Miss Abbott; Mister Macmillian and Mister Nott; Miss Bulstrode and Miss Patil; Mister Weasley and Miss Parkinson-"
"NO!" Pansy wailed, only to halt her cries when Snape sent her a glare.
The dark-haired professor continued, "Miss Brown and Mister Goyle."
Lavender's face scrunched up in revolt. Although Vincent didn't seem too disturbed to be partnered with, what he and Crabbe would call between themselves, a babe.
"Mister Longbottom and Mister Finch-Fletchley."
The latter two had sighed in relief.
"Mister Zabini and Mister Potter."
Harry sighed, sending his two best friends a shrug with a look that said 'it could've been worse'. The redhead didn't appreciate it as he moved from his seat next to Harry to locate his new partner. One by one the students had begrudgingly shifted towards their chosen pair.
"Mister Malfoy and Miss Granger." This, however, sequenced outraged cries from both participants, their houses, and a few snickers from other students. "Silence!" Snape thundered, and then proceeded to add to everyone, "Let me make it clear when I say, that you may not switch partners and if you even attempt to do so I will not hesitate to seek punishment. My word is final."
That, however, didn't stop further protests of 'but why her?' and 'why him?' roaring from the two certain students on each end of the classroom.
"Mr Malfoy, Miss Granger," Snape altered gazes between the two, "I will not tolerate your petulant excuses. You either work as a team or you fail equally. Your option."
Hermione gasped indignantly and Malfoy growled, actually growled, underneath his breath. The muggleborn witch sighed and turned to him to see a clear look that said 'well I'm not going to move' on his face. She rolled her eyes at his ever-growing, immature antics, dumped her stuff into her bag and practically dragged herself towards the other side of the now deadly silent classroom, all eyes on her and the Prince of Slytherin. She proceeded to sitting slightly sideways, away from the direction of the new partner she was going to spend the next month with. Only just a month, she repeated to herself; so focused on calming her unease she failed to notice Malfoy doing the exact same sideways manoeuvre to avoid her.
Once Snape had completed in calling the list of pairs he instructed them all to take out their books.
"Pay close attention as this will be counted towards your final grade." The professor took a hold of a white chalk and dictated the exam conditions. "Your grading criteria for Potions this year are as follows: fifty percent will be your OWL exam, ten percent from the effort you put in to your classwork and forty from this project alone. Therefore," he placed his palms on his desk, "you better find a way to work with the person now sitting next to you or face repeating this year's curriculum."
A few worried glances were exchanged amongst the students.
Snape seemed satisfied that the information was seeking in to his students' brains. "Now, on page 455, there is a brief summary from the biography of..."
Hermione's arm accidentally brushed against Malfoy's as they both opened their books and the revolted Slytherin immediately pulled back, muttering something along the lines of 'filth' under his breath. Hermione chose to ignore him the rest of the lesson.
TBC
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Reviewers will have Draco for one day, (Malfoy: They most certainly will not!) Don't listen to him, you will.
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Couquette Couver = Flirtatious smolder
Mrs-N-Uzumaki xx
P.S. I have no idea who the cover image belongs to btw. If anyone can reference I'd love to give credit.