Lionesses Are to Be Feared ... Right?

Being Taken Over.

Hermione awoke with a great big smile on her face. She was in a warm, cozy bed, the birds were singing and she could hear the students laughing as they walked down to breakfast. She reached out her arms and stretched as she looked around, a goofy grin still plastered to her face.

Right next to her hip she saw, was Crookshanks. She ran her hand along his back and he instantly arched into her hand.

"Time for the first day of school, Crookie. Aw, baby, I'm sorry I have to move you but I have got to get down to breakfast or else I won't get my schedule." she smiled at him and gave him one last scratch behind his ears before -

knock knock "Uh, uh, come in." she laid back down pulling her covers up so as to make sure that who ever it was at the door would not be able to see her half naked form. "Yes, come in." The door knob turned and one foot was put forward before the whole person came into view, Draco Malfoy. He walked in wearing black slacks, an untucked white button up shirt, and his Slytherin tie.

He gave her a sort of side-ways smile, "Are you still in bed? You do know that we've got school today right? And that we get schedules first thing. As Heads we should have been there first off-"

She cut him off, "Okay what's with the lecture? I'm getting up just turn around." he did turn around ... facing her mirror. He gave a small smirk.

"And you don't look completely dress either." he smiled watching his own private show. If she catches me watching her that'll be all she wrote.

Hmm, nice legs, not a bad chest, hips that curved, and a cute butt. Her panties even suited her; white cotton with lace and no bra on that now exposed a bare back that left the eyes wanting. Draco like, wait, Draco like?, but Draco shouldn't like. Back to why he came in the first place. "Granger I would like to speak to you about your cat. I'm allergic and that demon was found crawling around my room last night. I spent half the night sneezing before finally I notified the house elves that they needed to clean immediately. So I would like to request that from now on you close your door at night and make sure that the little fur-ball is closed in here with you okay?" "Well maybe you should practice what you preach." His mouth hung open slightly for a second or two before he blew upward causing the hair in front of his eyes to rapidly fly upwards.

He continued to watch her disrobe. She put on a white bra and buttoned her white school shirt. She stiffened and just when he though he was about to get caught she just walked towards her armoire and ever so slowly she bent over to get a pair of socks. Oh God what she did to him just then, she will never know. Her bottom and thighs looked so soft her butt seemed to pucker out towards him as if calling him begging him to touch it, the small birthmark on her left butt cheek making him lick his bottom lip. Stood up, a sign that she had obviously found what she had been looking for.

She walked over to her bed and laid back. She bit her bottom lips as she lifted her leg slowly and straight as a board as she moved at almost a postponed speed putting on each knee sock. Draco's mouth had began to water and he gulped at what he saw the Head Girl doing. He was starting to feel slightly light-headed as all the blood seem to rush to ... other parts of his anatomy.

It was like a strip tease except reversed. With each layer of clothing she put on he became more and more enthraled in her every movement. How her back slightly arched as she bent her knees pulling hard at her socks to make sure they stretched their appropriate length. How she bent over and stepped into her skirt, exposing that same amazing round bottom he so wanted to grab a handful of. While she was tucking in her shirt, he noticed that he wasn't even breathing when it became so quiet he not only saw but heard the zipper and the button make a muted pop as it went through the hole in the fabric.

He couldn't help but almost reach towards the mirror as her back arched and her shirt tightened against her small chest as she pulled her sweater vest over her head. Reaching behind her to free her hair from underneath the fabric he was bless with a brief sight of her neck and saw a light freckle.He felt heat rise to his cheeks. I have got to get out of here. And with that he turned on heel and walked out of her room without a word or backwards glance. "Okay you can turn around now."


"Okay you can turn around now." With a devious smile she turned and found him to be gone. With that smile still plastered to her face she smiled and closed the door before she ran back to her bed and jumped onto it. She laid on her back with her hands covering her heart. I do believe I just made Draco Malfoy blush! Haha!

She sighed, a million thoughts were running through her head. Oh how she loved the way her heart sped up when she realized that even with his back turned he was still watching. She couldn't believe what she had just done. She felt powerful for it. Being female was not a bad thing. In using her anatomy she had power over the male anatomy. She smiled and sighed again. At the time it was the most erotic moment of her life. And with Draco Malfoy! She giggle and jumped up out of bed.

"Hey Malfoy wait up!" she heard his retreating footsteps stop. She ran over to the armoire and grabbed her robes before racing out the door after him. Hermione was moving downward at such a fast pace to catch up with him that when she finally did she barely had enough time to stop and would have smacked right into him had he not put his hands out slightly to hold her, both of them dropping the robes they were both holding.

"What's the rush?" he kind of half chuckled.

Hermione's cheeks were slightly flushed and her breathe came slightly harder than normal. "Nothing I just figured - that since we're both going down to breakfast - we should go together?"

He stared into her eyes for a split second, "Draco," she gave him a confused look which made him give a slight smile. "Call me Draco."

She smiled softly at him. She just imagined what they looked like together on her stairwell, with her in his arms and both of them smiling at each other.

Caught in the moment of just staring into her eyes he lowered his head he inhaled slowly, she smelled like fresh linens and some sort of flower vanilla mix and just the faintest hint of musk. Whatever it was, he felt the tiny hairs on the back of his neck rise at the tickle his nose got from it. Oh it played games with his head; the way her smell made him slightly light-headed and how holding her tiny body in his arms made him feel stronger and more content than ever before in his life. He knew there was nothing like the feel of having a woman wrapped in your arms but this woman was different. He inhaled that sweet, sweet smell once again as his head dipped lower and smiled as his bottom lip just barely grazed hers and then like a train wreck his breathe caught in his throat and his eyes widened. Hermione! Hermione Granger! Muggle-born! No! Stop!

Hermione stood there wrapped in his arms and she'd never felt so safe and comforted in her whole life. She let her eyes drift shut and it was to the point where she was actually almost scared. Even the smell of his cologne radiated arrogance and screamed wealth. It made her stomach jump and her knees almost buckled from underneath her. She felt her palms start to sweat, his lips were such a dark pink at that moment as she could only imagine that hers were the same. His bottom lip touched hers ever so softly and then she felt him tense around her. She opened her heavy-lidded eyes to see his wide eyes staring at hers. She had to grab the stair rail to keep from falling on her rump for he had released as quick as if he was hugging fire and hurriedly bent down and grabbed his robes. As he took off at almost a run he grabbed his school bag off of a cushiony armchair before leaving the common room immediately.

She released a breath she hadn't even known she'd been holding before slowly lowering herself down onto a single stair. He kissed me! Well okay, not really kissed me but I did feel his lips. That counts right? Oh good God, they felt soft, like I had kissed a rose bud. They were firm, but oh so soft and cool.

She blew up a stray hair that was in her eyes before she grabbed her robes and continued on her way downstairs and headed to the lavatory to brush her teeth.

Looking to his left he saw a door labeled 'lavatory'. He figured he left in such a rush he might as well stop real quick just to check his appearance and make sure that he, as a Malfoy, was in perfect condition to present himself to the world.

Opening the door he immediately dropped his bag walking over to a sink. He bent down to tie his shoelace and then stood back to admire his appearance. His hair was falling into his eyes, something he hated which was why he gelled it. He ran some water over a comb and then ran it through his hair flattening it as best he could. Smoothing it back again with his hands he took a deep breathe noticing the slight tint of pink in his cheeks, well that's something that will go away all it's own. He gave himself one last look in the mirror, Draco, you have out-grown the prepubescent child that came her six years ago, now sir, you are a devilishly handsome man. He bent down to grab his bag and turned to leave, but wait. He took one step back to where he was properly looking into the mirror. Gryffindor robes! How was he suppose to go out in public like this with this humiliating garment on. It wasn't against the dress code not to have a robe on you but it was more of something that was just understood, especially in fall. He would carry it that's what he would do he would carry it.

Draco kicked open the door and began to stomp down the corridors. At 6'3 Draco was very intimidating, marching down the corridors with a look of disgust and detestation written across his face.

Easily everyone that passed knew to just move away. He was on a mission and he pitied anyone who got in his way. He was going to miss breakfast because of the bint he knew it. He got to the portrait leading to their common room to find Ceres trying to break up and hair-pulling fight between the Gemini twins. He stood there trying to get her attention but she refused to listen to him until with a huff she finally separated the two.

"Urania." the portrait swung open and he walked I throwing his satchel down he raced up the stair grabbing the bar hauling himself upwards. He walked over to the armoire yanked out a robe

and slammed his arms into the sleeves one by one.

He was so angry, he knew this would cause him to miss the end of breakfast and he decided he best hurry as quickly as possible if he wanted time for even a slice of toast and a sip of pumpkin juice. As he stomped down the stairs he slipped on the second to last one and received a small cut on his cheek as his face connected with the rail. With a loud snarl and a hiss he retrieved his satchel and left out the portrait, slamming it shut as he walked out. As he turned back around he saw that the Gemini twins had gotten into another hair pulling match.


Hermione was sitting in between Ginny and a fifth year named Priscilla Fitzgerald; she was laughing hard and the her normal naturally tinted pink cheeks were now a strong shade of fuchsia.

She noticed him when he walked, how could she not? He was mad, she could tell, everyone could. He was slightly pink in the face and had a small cut on his cheek and some of his pureblood was leaking from his wound.

She gave another small chuckle at the sight of it. Pureblood, it looked the same as her's. Hermione had to admit that even though she was a practical girl she had always had the smallest piece of curiosity, was pureblood really any different from everyone else's. No, he confirmed it by not wiping the blood from his cheek. It was the same as everyone else's. No thing different.

Hermione felt a slight cloud and a tickle in the back of her mind and reached behind her to scratch her crown as if scratching where she felt the tickle would make it go away. She frowned, she still felt kind of dazed and it was almost an out of body experience. I wonder what it tastes like. That thought seem to leave Hermione's mind just as quickly as it came. She shook her head slightly and inhaled deeply. Exhaling, she looked around and everything looked and she felt back to normal.

Heads of houses were already wondering up and down the tables passing out schedules. As McGonagall handed Hermione her's she looked up as Slughorn passed Draco his. She quickly looked back down.

"Hmm, first I have Miss Colt for Defense Against the Dark Arts." she said to no one in particular. She looked up and gasped, Miss Colt was smoking! Smoking in the Great Hall. She wore what would become her usual black dress, black stiletto heels, and was now smoking through a cigarette holder. The embers at the end brightened and died down as she inhaled.

Glancing away from whatever she was staring at, she turned and caught Hermione's eyes almost immediately. Staring dead at her Miss Colt placed her delicate lips at the tip of the holder and inhaled, once again the embers brightened and died down. She stared Hermione dead in the eye not blinking once.

Hermione squinted as she gazed harder into her new teacher's eyes. There was something familiar about the twinkle in Miss Colt's blue eyes that left her dumbfound with wonder. And everything began to slow and it felt as if she was being sucked into those eyes. But as she continued to gazed the woman's eye sort of, in the only way to describe it Hermione could think of ... melted into this copper brown that looked as if fire was in her eyes. Everything around Hermione was going slower and slower until it seemed it just suddenly stopped.

That cold feeling crept back into Hermione's heart. She tore her eyes away from Miss Colt's and glanced around her everything was still. She looked around and her upper lip seemed to raise in disgust for all that sat and stood around her.

Turning back towards the front she was nearly given a heart attack as she stared into a pair of burning blue eyes. Her joints locked and she almost spit in the woman's face wanting to reach her hands up around the woman's neck and just squeeze until that fire in her eyes died. The woman in black looked back into Hermione's eyes, her's were now completely emotionless.

She put the cigarette holder back up to her lips, inhaled and then blew a ring of smoke in Hermione's face. She glared back at the woman who stood in front of her. Hermione felt warm hands being placed on either cheek, and she looked up at Miss Colt who was no longer holding the smoking device but was now gazing deep into Hermione's eyes.

The warmth in the woman's hands felt good, it felt comforting. Why not let go of this sudden cold heart. The warmth was so much more inviting. So much peace. Hermione just wanted to melt into the woman's hands and just stay that way forever. But soon the warmth turned into heat and the heat was soon hotter and hotter until Hermione saw blue flames rise from both Miss Colt's skin and her own.

Hermione wanted to scream out but found her voice lost. It was so hot. It burned so bad. The feeling was indescribable. Imagine the feeling of your skin melting away, dripping from your body.

"That should put a stop to those headaches you've been having."

Hermione whipped her head from left to right. Everything was back to normal. Students were eating and laughing in between bits. She looked up to the faculty table and watched as Miss Colt once again inhaled and then exhale a ring of smoke.


Breakfast went too quick and before she knew it she was sitting in Defense Against the Dark Arts. She glanced up and towards the back of the class as if expecting for the door to open at any minute and Miss Colt would come in. Instead she was greeted with the site of Pansy tugging on the front of Draco's robes. She felt a cold feeling in the pit of her stomach and then as soon as it came it was replaced with warmth as Draco reached up and removed Pansy's hands.

Pansy turned and walked up towards the front of the class. Hermione couldn't guess where the girl thought she was sitting considering Hermione was already at the front of the class and not to mention the fact that Pansy had never been known for her enthusiasm when it came to academics.

But as the girl walked towards her, Hermione glanced over her. She had the whitest skin Hermione had ever seen. Her nose was almost squashed against her heart-shaped face as it tipped up at the very end. Her lips were too plump almost looking like coelogyne. Hermione admired her for her fuller figure. Hermione's was tiny and she always got the impression that people thought she broke easily. She saw the aristocratic beauty in Pansy, but she also saw the pug.

Pansy's hair was almost exactly the same as Miss Colt's, only slightly shorter. She had this whole '20s thing going on. As Pansy approached Hermione caught a wisp of her perfume, a way too sweet floral scent. Pansy noticed Hermione's stare and returned it with a sneer.

Pansy turned walked towards a Slytherin boy, whispered something in his ear and he turned around and whispered in hers, she giggled and then walked away towards the back.

Hermione was brought back to the real world by the sound of books being dropped loudly onto the desk connected to hers.

"Malfoy?"

"Yes." he watched her just stare at him for a second or too before -

"Nothing."

With that said a door opened at the top of the stairs and a woman with long flaming red hair full of curls ascended the steps. She was wear a deep blue tunic top with sheer black leggings and equally black stilettoes. Her teacher's slender form and pale skin rivaled Pansy's. Her deep red lipstick accentuated her red hair. She looked like a vixen surrounded in her usual cloud of smoke.

The first thing that came to her mind was - "Tonks."

"What?" she heard Draco whisper.

"Tonks. She can do the same thing that Miss Colt can, change certain features of her body at will." Hermione whispered out of the corner of her mouth. She stopped suddenly and sat up straighter as she noticed the sudden turn of Miss Colt's eyes on her.


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Vickey