Fascination
Chapter 2: Draconian
I spent 3 fricken hours writing a 7 page chapter, but for some reason it won't open on my damn disk!! I'm too mad to type a 7 page story again. So it…it'll be shorter. We got some steaminess here!!
Hermione awoke Friday morning, feeling overly groggy and frustrated. She moaned as she looked in the mirror at her hair which somewhat resembled a nest. Groaning, she grabbed a large purple bottle from the counter she and Parvarti shared and poured some foul smelling orange goo into her hand. She worked the goo through her hair and after ten minutes of vigorous styling, she gave up trying to have straight hair and settled for shiny curls. She tucked her hair behind her ears and slipped into her uniform and robes. She tossed 5 or 6 books into her bag and left the common room for breakfast. When she reached the Great Hall, she found Ron and Harry.
"Hey guys." she smiled and sat down next to Harry.
"What took you?" asked Harry.
"Oh, just having a late morning."
Harry nodded understandingly and began shoveling eggs into his mouth.
"So.." began Ron. "How's life?"
"Fine!" snapped Hermione, who was not the ideal conversationalist at this moment in time.
"I think someone's on PMS." mumbled Ron as he bit into his bacon.
Hermione began nibbling on her toast, ignoring Ron's comment.
She began to reminisce the happenings with Terry and Draco from the night before when someone poked her roughly in the back.
"Ow!" She whipped around to be face to face with Terry. Wonderful, she didn't particularly feel like talking to *him* right now.
"Hey Hermione, can we talk for a minute?"
Hermione tried to ignore his hand creeping up her thigh.
"Yeah, but it has to be fast. I've got class."
Terry nodded innocently. He grasped her hand and pulled her into the hallway nearest the Great Hall.
For a few seconds, they stood dumbly just staring at each other.
"Well…?" snapped Hermione, tapping her foot on the stone floor.
"What's with the attitude babe?" asked Terry, gently stroking her arm.
"Babe? Is this my new name?" she quipped angrily.
"Don't you like it?" pouted Terry.
"Yes, I was just partial to sexy thing." remarked Hermione sarcastically.
Terry rolled his eyes.
"Well, what did you want to talk-"
Hermione was cut off as Terry moved in and placed a forceful kiss on her lips. It was gentle, but strong, and she kind of liked it. At first she resisted, but as he stroked her thigh, she relented and moved into the kiss. His tongue prodded gently against her lips and she opened them willingly. His tongue explored her warm mouth, sliding along her smooth teeth and massaging her tongue. Hermione had her arms wrapped tightly around his neck, as Terry ran his fingers along his spine.
"I really should stop." Hermione reasoned with herself and pulled away.
Terry groaned. "What was that for?" he whined.
"I've to go to class, ok?" she said and turned on her heel.
Hermione glanced at her watch. "Shit, shit, shit!" she moaned. "I'm *never* late!"
Hermione arrived at Transfiguration, cheeks flushed and heart pounding.
"Thank you for making time in your busy schedule to be here, Ms. Granger." smiled Professor McGonnagal. "Oh and, that'll be five points from Gryffindor."
Hermione frowned. "Sorry Professor." she mumbled as she took a seat by Ron and Harry.
"We're transfiguring ham into handbags." whispered Harry, handing Hermione a baked ham.
"Oh!" gasped Hermione. "I know this charm! It was in "Meats to Accessories", my new book!"
Ron rolled his eyes. "You're reading a book about turning meat into handbags?"
Hermione nodded and showed them to do the charm. Hermione came out with beautiful salmon-pink, diamond studded handbag. Harry had managed to get a shiny green one.
"Ew!" said Harry, holding the handbag to his nose. "It still smells like ham!"
Hermione giggled. Ron groaned. He had given up on the charm and resorted to repeatedly hitting the ham with his wand. Soon, most everyone had finished the charm and McGonnagal began to lecture as Hermione took feverous notes.
"Wasn't it brilliant when McGonnagal transfigured the couch into a birthday cake?" raved Hermione as the trio walked from the class.
"Yes, it's absolutely *fascinating* turning upholstery into baked goods!" replied Ron sarcastically.
"It was cool and all…but what if you ended up eating stuffing?" wondered Harry aloud.
Hermione snickered at the thought.
The rest of the day went as normal, and luckily, Hermione saw neither Draco or Terry.
Hermione quickly shoved in the last piece of bread at lunch and decided to hurry up to the common room to get a head start on homework. As she left the hall, she felt a warm body brush up against her and a tingle climb up her spine. She turned to see who had caused this sweet sensation and was face to face with Draco Malfoy.
"Screw off!" she groaned and began to walk.
"You told me that last night, and *believe* me, I *did*!" he grinned.
"I did *not* want to know that!" leered Hermione.
Draco reached out and ran a long finger up her neck, and Hermione felt another shiver shoot up her spine.
"I've got to go." mumbled Hermione and she began to walk away.
~*~*~*~*~
"How can I think of her like this?" wondered an annoyed Draco Malfoy. So, Hermione Granger was a knockout, she was a *mudblood*! Since she had returned to school, every guy had his eye on her. She wasn't extremely remarkable, but she definitely had great curves, and breasts that every guy dreamed of. She still had horribly bushy hair, but somehow it suited her. Every time he closed his eyes, her exquisite face would pop into his head. He had already sorted what he needed to do in his head. He had needs, and he needed them fulfilled. So, if he took ten showers after a one-night stand, he should be safe. He just needed that bitch out of his head. He needed to screw her brains out, leave her pining for more, and be satisfied.
~*~*~*~
Hermione reached the fat lady, muttered the password and stormed into the common room. She pulled out a book and began working feverously. After about twenty minutes, the room was full of kids. Harry and Ron were playing an exuberant game of Wizard's Chess, Parvarti Patil and Lavender Brown were gossiping by the fire, while Ginny and Hermione were the only ones working. Hermione looked down at her watch. It was almost time to go. She packed up her books and walked over to Harry and Ron.
"Guys, it's almost time to go, so I'm going to head out, ok?"
"We have History of Magic, right?" asked Harry.
"For you, yes. I have a Prefect Meeting. I'll see you at dinner."
"Wait! Prefect meeting? Oh no!" whined Hermione hitting her forehead.
"What?" asked Ron.
"It's just Malfoy is being a jackass- as usual, and I have a Prefect meeting with him today."
Harry patted her on the shoulder.
"We feel your pain, Hermione. We got to go! See you!"
Hermione trudged angrily out of the common room and into an old Muggle studies classroom for the Prefects meeting. Soon Padma Patil, Hannah Abbot, and Malfoy showed up.
"Ok!" said Padma loudly. "Everyone get into their partners and work out your project, alright?"
Hermione grimaced. That meant Malfoy.
Malfoy sauntered over to her. "I booked the library for us to work. It's closed to everyone else so we'll be all *alone*" He grinned.
Hermione followed him from the classroom and down the network of hallways into the library. As she entered the library, she found a round table and sat down in one of the chairs, sprawling books in front of her.
"Now," she began, trying to imagine it was someone else she was talking to. "I've got the basis for our project worked out-"
She stopped speaking as she felt Malfoy's hand clamp over her shoulder.
"What are you doing?" she retorted.
"Whatever I'd like!" chuckled Draco, now massaging her shoulder. Hermione could feel her breathing become choppy, as she tried not to let Malfoy notice her excitement.
"Getting over-excited?" bemused Draco.
"You are such a arrogant prat!" said Hermione through clenched teeth.
"But a devilishly sexy arrogant prat…right?" grinned Draco.
"What are you playing at?" glowered Hermione.
"Oh, you know, unless you're incredibly dense, Granger!"
Hermione rolled her eyes.
Malfoy's hand slinked onto her breast. She gasped at the contact, but to Malfoy's surprise, did not push him away.
"God! What am I doing?" she thought to herself.
Suddenly, she felt his mouth come in contact with her own, his lips pushing roughly against her own. Unlike with Terry's kiss, she submitted almost instantly, gently sighing against his lips. His tongue did not beckon access to her mouth, rather just slyly slid into it. She moaned deeply, feeling his tongue sliding around the wet cavern of her mouth.
He paused for a second, sucking on her lower lip, her hands now convulsively wringing his shirt. She deepened the kiss, sucking on the tip of his tongue, as she felt a tell-tale hardness against her thigh. His hands began creeping up her leg as she shivered at his very touch.
"Just her touch…I go…" thought Draco, feeling her hands now coming to rest on his lower back.
Suddenly, with a wisp, it all ended. Hermione pulled away, her cheeks flushes and her body shaking.
"I can't believe I just did that…with *you* of all people." she moaned. Suddenly realization dawned. "Oh my god, that was a *huge* mistake. I *hate* you!*" she said loudly.
"What?" said Malfoy, still recovering from shock.
"What the hell?" he asked. "Look, you *have* to finish what you've started, Granger!" he growled, grabbing her by the wrist.
"I'll do no such thing, Malfoy!" she snapped. "And why, would you want to touch a dirty *mudblood* like me, anyway?"
Malfoy frowned. "Just because you have dirty blood, doesn't change the fact that you have definitely gotten some sex appeal, ok?" he said defensively.
"I'm a guy, I have needs. I figured if I took ten or twelve showers, one good bang with you wouldn't hurt." he smirked, hair falling into his silvery eyes.
Hermione narrowed her eyes. "How dare you!"
"Oh come on," drawled Draco. "I see your desire, I feel your hunger for me. I mean, who wouldn't?"
Hermione rolled her eyes. "I would *never* touch you!"
"Surprising, because five minutes ago we were making out!" he retorted, laughing.
"Get the hell away from me!"
"I don't think I want to." smirked Draco "Look, stop dancing around the subject. We have one good shag, I take a bunch of showers, we forget it ever happened and we're both satisfied."
Hermione laughed. "What's this, Draco Malfoy, begging for me in bed?"
"Not begging, per say. I would never sink to that level."
"Well I recall you saying you'd never hit on a *mudblood*!" remarked Hermione.
"I am *not* hitting on you. I *never* would. Hitting on someone is when you come on to someone you like."
"Good Draco," he thought to himself. "Make it seem as if you don't want her. You'll mess with her head. I am smart!" he complemented himself.
"I said," began Hermione "I *hate* you. Get away from me!"
"Gladly," smirked Draco. "But I can't promise that *you'll* stay away from *me*."
And with that, Malfoy gathered his things and left the library, complimenting himself on his stroke of brilliance and promising himself he'd have the bitch in bed in less than 48 hours.
Hermione frowned. "Lazy jerk!" she moaned and began to pick up her things before leaving.
TBC
I hope you liked it! I tried hard! This chapter took me 6 hours, as I had to write it TWICE! Grrr!! Please review and tell me what you want to happen. I promise more sex stuff is coming, but I want to build up to it. I'm trying to stay in character and Draco and Herm would not just hop in the sack without a good reason and a lot of lustful buildup! Review, and I'll write longer chapters. (bribery, hehe!) Be honest, but kind!
Chapter 2: Draconian
I spent 3 fricken hours writing a 7 page chapter, but for some reason it won't open on my damn disk!! I'm too mad to type a 7 page story again. So it…it'll be shorter. We got some steaminess here!!
Hermione awoke Friday morning, feeling overly groggy and frustrated. She moaned as she looked in the mirror at her hair which somewhat resembled a nest. Groaning, she grabbed a large purple bottle from the counter she and Parvarti shared and poured some foul smelling orange goo into her hand. She worked the goo through her hair and after ten minutes of vigorous styling, she gave up trying to have straight hair and settled for shiny curls. She tucked her hair behind her ears and slipped into her uniform and robes. She tossed 5 or 6 books into her bag and left the common room for breakfast. When she reached the Great Hall, she found Ron and Harry.
"Hey guys." she smiled and sat down next to Harry.
"What took you?" asked Harry.
"Oh, just having a late morning."
Harry nodded understandingly and began shoveling eggs into his mouth.
"So.." began Ron. "How's life?"
"Fine!" snapped Hermione, who was not the ideal conversationalist at this moment in time.
"I think someone's on PMS." mumbled Ron as he bit into his bacon.
Hermione began nibbling on her toast, ignoring Ron's comment.
She began to reminisce the happenings with Terry and Draco from the night before when someone poked her roughly in the back.
"Ow!" She whipped around to be face to face with Terry. Wonderful, she didn't particularly feel like talking to *him* right now.
"Hey Hermione, can we talk for a minute?"
Hermione tried to ignore his hand creeping up her thigh.
"Yeah, but it has to be fast. I've got class."
Terry nodded innocently. He grasped her hand and pulled her into the hallway nearest the Great Hall.
For a few seconds, they stood dumbly just staring at each other.
"Well…?" snapped Hermione, tapping her foot on the stone floor.
"What's with the attitude babe?" asked Terry, gently stroking her arm.
"Babe? Is this my new name?" she quipped angrily.
"Don't you like it?" pouted Terry.
"Yes, I was just partial to sexy thing." remarked Hermione sarcastically.
Terry rolled his eyes.
"Well, what did you want to talk-"
Hermione was cut off as Terry moved in and placed a forceful kiss on her lips. It was gentle, but strong, and she kind of liked it. At first she resisted, but as he stroked her thigh, she relented and moved into the kiss. His tongue prodded gently against her lips and she opened them willingly. His tongue explored her warm mouth, sliding along her smooth teeth and massaging her tongue. Hermione had her arms wrapped tightly around his neck, as Terry ran his fingers along his spine.
"I really should stop." Hermione reasoned with herself and pulled away.
Terry groaned. "What was that for?" he whined.
"I've to go to class, ok?" she said and turned on her heel.
Hermione glanced at her watch. "Shit, shit, shit!" she moaned. "I'm *never* late!"
Hermione arrived at Transfiguration, cheeks flushed and heart pounding.
"Thank you for making time in your busy schedule to be here, Ms. Granger." smiled Professor McGonnagal. "Oh and, that'll be five points from Gryffindor."
Hermione frowned. "Sorry Professor." she mumbled as she took a seat by Ron and Harry.
"We're transfiguring ham into handbags." whispered Harry, handing Hermione a baked ham.
"Oh!" gasped Hermione. "I know this charm! It was in "Meats to Accessories", my new book!"
Ron rolled his eyes. "You're reading a book about turning meat into handbags?"
Hermione nodded and showed them to do the charm. Hermione came out with beautiful salmon-pink, diamond studded handbag. Harry had managed to get a shiny green one.
"Ew!" said Harry, holding the handbag to his nose. "It still smells like ham!"
Hermione giggled. Ron groaned. He had given up on the charm and resorted to repeatedly hitting the ham with his wand. Soon, most everyone had finished the charm and McGonnagal began to lecture as Hermione took feverous notes.
"Wasn't it brilliant when McGonnagal transfigured the couch into a birthday cake?" raved Hermione as the trio walked from the class.
"Yes, it's absolutely *fascinating* turning upholstery into baked goods!" replied Ron sarcastically.
"It was cool and all…but what if you ended up eating stuffing?" wondered Harry aloud.
Hermione snickered at the thought.
The rest of the day went as normal, and luckily, Hermione saw neither Draco or Terry.
Hermione quickly shoved in the last piece of bread at lunch and decided to hurry up to the common room to get a head start on homework. As she left the hall, she felt a warm body brush up against her and a tingle climb up her spine. She turned to see who had caused this sweet sensation and was face to face with Draco Malfoy.
"Screw off!" she groaned and began to walk.
"You told me that last night, and *believe* me, I *did*!" he grinned.
"I did *not* want to know that!" leered Hermione.
Draco reached out and ran a long finger up her neck, and Hermione felt another shiver shoot up her spine.
"I've got to go." mumbled Hermione and she began to walk away.
~*~*~*~*~
"How can I think of her like this?" wondered an annoyed Draco Malfoy. So, Hermione Granger was a knockout, she was a *mudblood*! Since she had returned to school, every guy had his eye on her. She wasn't extremely remarkable, but she definitely had great curves, and breasts that every guy dreamed of. She still had horribly bushy hair, but somehow it suited her. Every time he closed his eyes, her exquisite face would pop into his head. He had already sorted what he needed to do in his head. He had needs, and he needed them fulfilled. So, if he took ten showers after a one-night stand, he should be safe. He just needed that bitch out of his head. He needed to screw her brains out, leave her pining for more, and be satisfied.
~*~*~*~
Hermione reached the fat lady, muttered the password and stormed into the common room. She pulled out a book and began working feverously. After about twenty minutes, the room was full of kids. Harry and Ron were playing an exuberant game of Wizard's Chess, Parvarti Patil and Lavender Brown were gossiping by the fire, while Ginny and Hermione were the only ones working. Hermione looked down at her watch. It was almost time to go. She packed up her books and walked over to Harry and Ron.
"Guys, it's almost time to go, so I'm going to head out, ok?"
"We have History of Magic, right?" asked Harry.
"For you, yes. I have a Prefect Meeting. I'll see you at dinner."
"Wait! Prefect meeting? Oh no!" whined Hermione hitting her forehead.
"What?" asked Ron.
"It's just Malfoy is being a jackass- as usual, and I have a Prefect meeting with him today."
Harry patted her on the shoulder.
"We feel your pain, Hermione. We got to go! See you!"
Hermione trudged angrily out of the common room and into an old Muggle studies classroom for the Prefects meeting. Soon Padma Patil, Hannah Abbot, and Malfoy showed up.
"Ok!" said Padma loudly. "Everyone get into their partners and work out your project, alright?"
Hermione grimaced. That meant Malfoy.
Malfoy sauntered over to her. "I booked the library for us to work. It's closed to everyone else so we'll be all *alone*" He grinned.
Hermione followed him from the classroom and down the network of hallways into the library. As she entered the library, she found a round table and sat down in one of the chairs, sprawling books in front of her.
"Now," she began, trying to imagine it was someone else she was talking to. "I've got the basis for our project worked out-"
She stopped speaking as she felt Malfoy's hand clamp over her shoulder.
"What are you doing?" she retorted.
"Whatever I'd like!" chuckled Draco, now massaging her shoulder. Hermione could feel her breathing become choppy, as she tried not to let Malfoy notice her excitement.
"Getting over-excited?" bemused Draco.
"You are such a arrogant prat!" said Hermione through clenched teeth.
"But a devilishly sexy arrogant prat…right?" grinned Draco.
"What are you playing at?" glowered Hermione.
"Oh, you know, unless you're incredibly dense, Granger!"
Hermione rolled her eyes.
Malfoy's hand slinked onto her breast. She gasped at the contact, but to Malfoy's surprise, did not push him away.
"God! What am I doing?" she thought to herself.
Suddenly, she felt his mouth come in contact with her own, his lips pushing roughly against her own. Unlike with Terry's kiss, she submitted almost instantly, gently sighing against his lips. His tongue did not beckon access to her mouth, rather just slyly slid into it. She moaned deeply, feeling his tongue sliding around the wet cavern of her mouth.
He paused for a second, sucking on her lower lip, her hands now convulsively wringing his shirt. She deepened the kiss, sucking on the tip of his tongue, as she felt a tell-tale hardness against her thigh. His hands began creeping up her leg as she shivered at his very touch.
"Just her touch…I go…" thought Draco, feeling her hands now coming to rest on his lower back.
Suddenly, with a wisp, it all ended. Hermione pulled away, her cheeks flushes and her body shaking.
"I can't believe I just did that…with *you* of all people." she moaned. Suddenly realization dawned. "Oh my god, that was a *huge* mistake. I *hate* you!*" she said loudly.
"What?" said Malfoy, still recovering from shock.
"What the hell?" he asked. "Look, you *have* to finish what you've started, Granger!" he growled, grabbing her by the wrist.
"I'll do no such thing, Malfoy!" she snapped. "And why, would you want to touch a dirty *mudblood* like me, anyway?"
Malfoy frowned. "Just because you have dirty blood, doesn't change the fact that you have definitely gotten some sex appeal, ok?" he said defensively.
"I'm a guy, I have needs. I figured if I took ten or twelve showers, one good bang with you wouldn't hurt." he smirked, hair falling into his silvery eyes.
Hermione narrowed her eyes. "How dare you!"
"Oh come on," drawled Draco. "I see your desire, I feel your hunger for me. I mean, who wouldn't?"
Hermione rolled her eyes. "I would *never* touch you!"
"Surprising, because five minutes ago we were making out!" he retorted, laughing.
"Get the hell away from me!"
"I don't think I want to." smirked Draco "Look, stop dancing around the subject. We have one good shag, I take a bunch of showers, we forget it ever happened and we're both satisfied."
Hermione laughed. "What's this, Draco Malfoy, begging for me in bed?"
"Not begging, per say. I would never sink to that level."
"Well I recall you saying you'd never hit on a *mudblood*!" remarked Hermione.
"I am *not* hitting on you. I *never* would. Hitting on someone is when you come on to someone you like."
"Good Draco," he thought to himself. "Make it seem as if you don't want her. You'll mess with her head. I am smart!" he complemented himself.
"I said," began Hermione "I *hate* you. Get away from me!"
"Gladly," smirked Draco. "But I can't promise that *you'll* stay away from *me*."
And with that, Malfoy gathered his things and left the library, complimenting himself on his stroke of brilliance and promising himself he'd have the bitch in bed in less than 48 hours.
Hermione frowned. "Lazy jerk!" she moaned and began to pick up her things before leaving.
TBC
I hope you liked it! I tried hard! This chapter took me 6 hours, as I had to write it TWICE! Grrr!! Please review and tell me what you want to happen. I promise more sex stuff is coming, but I want to build up to it. I'm trying to stay in character and Draco and Herm would not just hop in the sack without a good reason and a lot of lustful buildup! Review, and I'll write longer chapters. (bribery, hehe!) Be honest, but kind!
