A/N Well, this is the first story I've ever uploaded. In fact, it's the first fanfic I've ever written. This means that reviews and even flames are much appreciated! Please let me know what I am doing well and what I'm doing not-so-well. This chapter contains my first ever het LEMON, so let me know how it is. I don't have a beta and don't really want one. This means you should expect a few typos and such. Also, please be advised that this is one of those stories in which Draco and Hermione get together after bumping into each other. I know it is a cliché, but if it helps, they don't immediately fall in love. They crash into each other, get in a fight with lots of insults and good old sexual tension, have hot, angry sex, experience lots of sexual frustration and self hate, and then maybe they fall in love. Oh, and unless I put 'a/n' in the brackets, the stuff inside them is actually part of the story. I will signify a change in the point of view or the end of a scene with 'xxxxx'. One more thing, in general: "speaking" and 'thinking'.
Warnings: poorly written het LEMONS (a/n male x female sex scenes), other sexual content, foul language, Draco/Hermione pairing, hint of Harry being bisexual, OOCness, touch of angst, clichés, sappy moments, etc. Also, I have crazy fun with italics.
Disclaimer: Much to my continuing displeasure, I do not own any characters, settings, or other recognizable elements of J. K. Rowling's 'Harry Potter' world. I do not make any money from this fanfic. I do, however, take credit for the twisted plot, such as it is, in this fanfic. (a/n Like she would write crap like this anyways. Draco/Hermione would SO not work with her storyline!)
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Story: Two Words
Chapter 1: 'A Lion Meets Two Very Different Types of Snake' or alternately 'The Incident'
Hermione was running from a heated argument with Ron, close to tears and really quite enraged. Not paying attention to where she was, each furious stride was taking her deeper and deeper into the dark dungeons and lost, torch lit halls beneath the school (she'd started out in Gryffindor tower, so down is a logical direction to take). 'How could he!' She'd been helping him with a potions essay, helping him, and Ron had suddenly lost it when she'd pointed out that he really should have started weeks ago. Well, it had been the third time she'd pointed this out, but really, the thing was due tomorrow! Nerves were strung by this point (it was already after eleven o'clock), and both of them had just lost it. 'It was such a stupid fight.' Hermione squeezed her eyes closed and tightened the clench of her fists, bolting ever faster towards the next bend in the corridor.
"Oooff!" Hermione had smacked into something student-sized, yet strangely solid to have withstood her blind charge. The impact should have sent her sprawling backwards, but two pale hands instinctively reached out, grasping her shoulders to steady her. Hermione immediately tired to lurch violently away from the student-sized object and, unfortunately for the hands, both their owner and Hermione tumbled to the hard, stone floor.
"Oooff!" Hermione looked up as the body she lay sprawled atop protested air being knocked from lungs twice in less than five seconds. She took in pale, blond hair and hard, grey eyes.
"Malfoy!" Hermione growled. She was not in the mood for another fight.
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"Granger! What the Hell!?" Draco snarled in outrage, not yet letting his hands drop to the floor.
"Watch where you're running you fucking mudblood! Other people use these—"
"Shut the fuck up you bloody ferret!" Granger snarled back, angrily gripping each of Draco's shoulders with a fist of talon-like fingers.
"Bloody Malfoy! I don't fucking have the patience for this right now!" she roared, blazing eyes seeming to stare through Draco's to look at the floor. As if to emphasize this point, Granger lifted Draco's shoulders slightly and slammed him back into the floor. Draco flinched, his eyes widening a few millimetres as he angrily tried to stop his mouth from gaping. He turned this expression into a sneer.
"You're acting more psychotic than usual. Did the Weasel finally fuck you, Mudblood?" Finally realizing their position on the floor, Draco thrusted his hips suggestively against Granger's at the word 'fuck'. He sneered again.
"Was it mutual, or did he just jump you in the hall somewhe—Agh!" Draco's head rang at the sharp, jarring pain he experienced when Granger punched his head into the floor.
"You bloody well better take that back, you inbred snake!" 'What the Hell? The Mudblood slugged me again!? Wait, did she say inbred!?' He wasn't feeling quite as good about his provocations now, but Mafoys do not give up this easily and they certainly do not get called inbred.
"Oh, that's right. You're such a filthy, dirty-blooded whore that no one would even want to rape you." he replied smoothly.
"You fucking. prissy. bloody. inbred. greasy. prick!" Granger's surprisingly strong fingers tightened their grip on Draco's shoulders as she slammed him down against the floor again and again to emphasize each word. Hands on shoulders and, incidentally, pelvis on pelvis.
"Sssss…" Draco let out a gasp of surprise and dropped his hands to his sides. 'What the bloody Hell had gotten into—wait? No. Oh, Hell no.' His eyes widened a few more millimetres in horror at the growing, hardening sensation as blood rushed to his groin.
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Hermione's eyes widened slightly as well and she reddened a shade deeper than simple fury. She watched Malfoy's face closely as his surprised expression turned quickly into a scowl and then a glare. Her lips slowly turned up into a Malfoy-eske smirk. She liked this power.
"So you like it rough, huh?" She punctuated the last two of these words by bracing Malfoy's shoulders against the floor and thrusting her hips, pushing her pelvis against his slowly hardening erection.
"Unhh," Malfoy groaned involuntarily and then hissed in anger. She liked the feel of him growing beneath her, powerless to stop it. Impotent to stop his lack of impotence. She smirked evilly at the pun and brought her teeth to the pulse point on Malfoy's neck. God, she loved the power…
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Draco fought the urge to bring his hands up from where they rested at his sides and crush the girl to his body. He settled for tightening his fists. He would not screw a bloody mudblood! He groaned slightly as the Gryffindor girl grinded against his already painfully throbbing erection.
"I have the power," Granger whispered, breathing harshly against Draco's skin as she brought her mouth down to his neck. In response to the hot breath, he automatically tilted back his head to give the girl better access. Draco hissed sharply as she bit into his pulse point and bucked up his hips involuntarily, groaning as his erection brushed harshly against the fabric between him and the Granger girl's thigh. 'Fuck it. I. need. this. now.' Draco glared at the layers of rough cloth between them and began to tear angrily at Granger's robes.
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"Heh," Hermione laughed quietly at the Slytherin's antics, taking both hands off the boy's shoulders to rip open the front of his robes and thus reveal smooth, pale, slightly sweaty skin. Here, she was the one in control. With this thought, Hermione sucked hard at the base of Malfoy's neck, where it joined with his shoulder, and bit down sharply. She moved to nibble along his left collar bone. He hissed sharply as she did this and continued to hiss as she worked her mouth on his flesh.
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"Shh shh, angry little snake. You see? Your mother's not the only whore you want to fuck," Granger whispered into Draco's ear. He snarled angrily at this disgusting insult, but as he tensed his muscles to throw off the repulsive Gryffindor, she suddenly reached around to her pocket, drew out her wand, and murmured a quick spell. The sound was muffled as she had uttered it against his chest. It sounded something like 'mphmff'.
"Hey..." his growl of protest died in his throat as skin met skin. Hot, sweaty, smooth skin.
"Unhh..." Draco moaned. The conniving little mudblood bitch had disrobed them both and it was suddenly too much for him to take. Using muscles honed at Quidditch practise and his slightly superior height to his advantage, Draco hooked his right leg around her left one, wrapped an arm around her shoulders to support her head, and flipped their bodies up and over, effectively claiming top and stealing Granger's power in one fell swoop. No more of this teasing. He would be dominant. Using his left forearm to support most of his weight, he braced it against the stone just to the side of Granger's head as he looked down to study her face. Draco noted smugly that Granger appeared momentarily panicked. He began to harshly, roughly caress her soft skin, fingers rubbing a nipple, teeth biting into a shoulder. The panic and some of the anger were wiped from Granger's face as her eyelids fluttered and her back arched off the cool, sticky stone.
"Unhh…" she moaned, her hands moving to tangle in Draco's pale hair. As she writhed beneath his touch, Draco could restrain himself no longer. He roughly spread her legs, forcing his hips into position and then ramming himself deep inside her. He felt a slight resistance and Granger may have screamed, but he quickly forgot this as he found the warm, sweet paradise of being fully ensheathed inside of her. He moaned slightly.
"Aaahh!" she screamed again. 'Wait, was that screaming? Was that pain?'
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(a/n back in time to when Draco flipped them)
Hermione had lost her power but she had also lost her will to care. He was so forceful, so enraged. She would have bruises, but—
"Unhh…" God, it felt so good. Her hands moved up to tangle in his hair. It was soft and not greasy, actually. Feverishly, Hermione became aware that Malfoy was expertly forcing her legs apart and position himself at her opening. Suddenly, he thrust himself into her and she screamed. It was pain. tearing. suffering. She was ripping inside, bleeding. She felt hot blood trickle wetly between her thighs. Her hands fell to her sides and she clenched them, her knuckles turning white. She wanted it to stop!
"Aaahh!" she screamed again and Malfoy seemed to falter. However, as he tilted his head to look at her in concern, his angle inside of her changed and she moaned loudly, half in pain and half in pleasure. Her hands scratched up his back, seemingly of their own volition.
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Experimentally, Draco hit the spot again, though gently. Granger shuddered and moaned. She bucked up her hips so that he slid deeper and Draco moaned with her. Holding down her hips, he slowly moved in and out of her, setting a gentle rhythm. Damn it all. She felt so good around him. He just wanted to lose himself and pound into her, to fuck her into the ground. Granger shivered beneath him as a draft blew across their bare skin, making the torchlight flicker and their flesh tingle. With a strangled cry, Draco lost his last vestige of control and indeed proceeded to 'fuck her into the ground'.
"Ahhh…"
"Mmm…"
"Dra-aco!"
"Harder. Faster. Please!" She didn't seem to mind. A slightly shifted angle, one last thrust in just the right place, and suddenly Hermione could take it no longer.
"Fuck—Draco!" she screamed as her nerves exploded and her vision went white. Her body clenched around Draco and—
" 'Mione!" he gasped as he came inside her, his vision exploding into white light. He sank against her, instinctively supporting himself with his right forearm and resting his lips against her neck, strangely unwilling to pull immediately out of her and away. Both lay panting for several minutes, still connected, sweaty skin against sweaty skin.
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Hermione sighed softly, feeling Draco's—when did she stop thinking of him as Malfoy—hard-on relax inside of her. She wondered slightly at his soft lips against her neck, at the way he carefully balanced himself with one arm so as not to squash her, at how full she felt with him inside of her…complete… Suddenly he seemed to start, tearing his lips away from her neck and carefully pulling out of her body. She hissed in sudden pain. 'Fuck.' She was definitely going to hurt for awhile. As Hermione winced, Draco's eyes leapt to meet hers, lighting with sudden understanding as he remembered the resistance, the screaming. He glanced down almost guiltily at the telling blood on skin and stone.
"You're a virgin!" he blurted out.
"I was," she replied softly.
"Shit. Sorry. I mean—you should, um, see Mme Pomfrey," he flushed, "or do a healing spell on yourself or something." Hermione noted curiously that he looked anxious, even panicky. 'Is he worried about me? Is he regretting this? Wait, a spell? Oh. Fuck.'
"We didn't use a condom. And I didn't cast any wards or charms or anything!" Hermione blurted out, in shock at her own stupidity. He paled.
"Oh, fuck," he echoed Hermione's thoughts aloud.
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A/N Well, by the time I'm done typing the author's notes, this will be nearly nine pages double spaced in Microsoft Word. Not bad for chapter one. If anyone is still reading this fic, I'm sorry I left you hanging. I actually have at least fifty pages hand-written already, but I type really slowly (a/n about 20 wpm. lol, this is an 'a/n' within the actual author's notes!). Because it takes me so long to type the darn thing, I need a reason to invest the time. Please let me know if I should bother continuing. If people show an interest, I might update within a couple of days. Well, ttfn and thanks for reading.
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