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ATTENTION! I couldn't think of a title, but f you can, I'm open to suggestions!
Chapter 1
Hermione was sucking on the end of her quill, trying to remember what came after dried Billywig stings in the Levitation Potion they were making in Snapes lesson. Deciding on feathers of a male Augurney, she wrote down the answer and got to work on her concoction. From the Slytherin side of the dungeon, Malfoy was stealing glances at her. He was trying to stop himself from doing so because he was getting puzzled looks from Crabbe, but there was something about the way Hermione pouted her mouth when mixing the ingredients that worked like a magnet for his eyes. Just as he was chopping up his Pixie wings, he once more glanced up quickly through the smoke his cauldron was omitting. But this time he was unable to look away, and his jaw dropped open in awe. Hermione had dropped some roots, which she was now picking up, giving him a clear shot into her shirt, at her perfectly rounded cleavage. He felt his mind drift away. Away from the knife in his hand and the roots in the other, away from Goyle trying to tell him something. He grabbed Hermione by her wrist and pushed her against the wall. He could feel her struggling to get free but then give in, letting Malfoy kiss her, move his hand over every part of her body he had been craving for. Her back arched with expectation as his hand slowly made its way down to her skirt, just barely touching her skin, running his fingers over the silky skin of her inner thigh. Then she said: 'Ummm.' Draco looked up in wonder. Umm? 'Draco, you're standing on my robe.' It was Crabbe, who was looking at him nervously. Slightly embarrassed, Draco shifted his weight and busied himself with the already powder fine wings. 'Are you alright?' Crabbe asked thickly but suspiciously. 'I'm fine! Get me those roots we need.' Draco snapped and Crabbe hurried off.
Walking back to the Slytherin dormitories from a late session at the library, Draco cursed himself for what had happened earlier that day in Potions. He was playing with fire and he knew it. Even Crabbe and Goyle were starting to figure out that something was wrong, and there were far smarted people in his house. 'Its all because of that filthy mudblood!' he spat. For months now Hermiones face had been popping up in his dreams and tormenting his every waking hour. It had been weeks before he had started to acknowledge the possibility of the unthinkable happening. It was a disgrace. HE was a disgrace. If his father ever found out.!But he wouldn't act on it. No matter how strongly his heart beat as she walked by him, he would NEVER act on it. But still. the growing pain inside his chest that only increased every time she'd shoot his a look of utter hate made him think it was simply going to break. 'Listen to yourself, you're so stupid!' he said, stopping to sink his face into his hands. Then he bit his tongue painfully, straightened up and muttered the password at the painting that slid open.
The common room was deserted and felt cold. Draco slouched into one of the arm chairs and stared at the still glowing fire. Suddenly he felt a hand on his shoulder and jumped slightly. 'I was waiting for you.' A cold voice said and Pansy Parkinson stepped out from behind him. He didn't answer. 'Where were you?' she persisted, now circling him slowly like a vulture, scanning his body with her greedy eyes. 'Library' he answered through gritted teeth. Pansy sat down in the armchair opposite him, crossed her legs and stared at him. Draco could feel her eyes upon him but looked away, trying to keep any emotion off his face. But he knew what was coming. 'Why haven't you been paying any attention to me lately?' she finally asked with a smirk on her face. He might as well get this over with. Yes, it was what he needed, it would make him snap out of it, put things into perspective, he thought as he leaned in to grab her wrist, pulling Pansy towards himself. 'That more like it1' she hissed delightedly into his ear before kneeling in from of him on the floor and starting to unbuckle him belt. Draco leaned back into the chair and closed his eyes, every little brain cell bent on getting rid of the picture that was once more forming in the back of his mind. AN. This is my first published fan fic! Please R&R but be nice. I've got the second part written and I'll have in up by tomorrow.
ATTENTION! I couldn't think of a title, but f you can, I'm open to suggestions!
Chapter 1
Hermione was sucking on the end of her quill, trying to remember what came after dried Billywig stings in the Levitation Potion they were making in Snapes lesson. Deciding on feathers of a male Augurney, she wrote down the answer and got to work on her concoction. From the Slytherin side of the dungeon, Malfoy was stealing glances at her. He was trying to stop himself from doing so because he was getting puzzled looks from Crabbe, but there was something about the way Hermione pouted her mouth when mixing the ingredients that worked like a magnet for his eyes. Just as he was chopping up his Pixie wings, he once more glanced up quickly through the smoke his cauldron was omitting. But this time he was unable to look away, and his jaw dropped open in awe. Hermione had dropped some roots, which she was now picking up, giving him a clear shot into her shirt, at her perfectly rounded cleavage. He felt his mind drift away. Away from the knife in his hand and the roots in the other, away from Goyle trying to tell him something. He grabbed Hermione by her wrist and pushed her against the wall. He could feel her struggling to get free but then give in, letting Malfoy kiss her, move his hand over every part of her body he had been craving for. Her back arched with expectation as his hand slowly made its way down to her skirt, just barely touching her skin, running his fingers over the silky skin of her inner thigh. Then she said: 'Ummm.' Draco looked up in wonder. Umm? 'Draco, you're standing on my robe.' It was Crabbe, who was looking at him nervously. Slightly embarrassed, Draco shifted his weight and busied himself with the already powder fine wings. 'Are you alright?' Crabbe asked thickly but suspiciously. 'I'm fine! Get me those roots we need.' Draco snapped and Crabbe hurried off.
Walking back to the Slytherin dormitories from a late session at the library, Draco cursed himself for what had happened earlier that day in Potions. He was playing with fire and he knew it. Even Crabbe and Goyle were starting to figure out that something was wrong, and there were far smarted people in his house. 'Its all because of that filthy mudblood!' he spat. For months now Hermiones face had been popping up in his dreams and tormenting his every waking hour. It had been weeks before he had started to acknowledge the possibility of the unthinkable happening. It was a disgrace. HE was a disgrace. If his father ever found out.!But he wouldn't act on it. No matter how strongly his heart beat as she walked by him, he would NEVER act on it. But still. the growing pain inside his chest that only increased every time she'd shoot his a look of utter hate made him think it was simply going to break. 'Listen to yourself, you're so stupid!' he said, stopping to sink his face into his hands. Then he bit his tongue painfully, straightened up and muttered the password at the painting that slid open.
The common room was deserted and felt cold. Draco slouched into one of the arm chairs and stared at the still glowing fire. Suddenly he felt a hand on his shoulder and jumped slightly. 'I was waiting for you.' A cold voice said and Pansy Parkinson stepped out from behind him. He didn't answer. 'Where were you?' she persisted, now circling him slowly like a vulture, scanning his body with her greedy eyes. 'Library' he answered through gritted teeth. Pansy sat down in the armchair opposite him, crossed her legs and stared at him. Draco could feel her eyes upon him but looked away, trying to keep any emotion off his face. But he knew what was coming. 'Why haven't you been paying any attention to me lately?' she finally asked with a smirk on her face. He might as well get this over with. Yes, it was what he needed, it would make him snap out of it, put things into perspective, he thought as he leaned in to grab her wrist, pulling Pansy towards himself. 'That more like it1' she hissed delightedly into his ear before kneeling in from of him on the floor and starting to unbuckle him belt. Draco leaned back into the chair and closed his eyes, every little brain cell bent on getting rid of the picture that was once more forming in the back of his mind. AN. This is my first published fan fic! Please R&R but be nice. I've got the second part written and I'll have in up by tomorrow.
