Fascination
Chapter 3
"Out of My Mind"
Thanks to a reviewers Lisa, for the idea I used in my story!
Hermione felt her shoes clomping loudly in the stone corridor as she stomped angrily, lugging her bag up to the common room.
"Password?" asked the Fat Lady, smiling serenely.
"Feather Roll!" Hermione snapped, slamming the portrait behind her.
"I could *kill* Malfoy! He's so selfish, so sex-absorbed! Is that all he thinks about?!" she exclaimed, flopping into a comfy armchair. At least she a little while to relax since her meeting was "cut short".
She leaned her head back, pulling her knees to her chest and closed her eyes. Yet, as soon as her eyes shut, the taunting image of Malfoy popped into her mind.
"I'll never get to sleep like this!" she groaned and ran up to her room. After rummaging through her drawer, she found a small yellow bottle labeled "Wizard's Sleep E-Z". She dumped out a star -shaped green pill and popped it into her mouth. Instantly she felt calmer and lied down on her pillow for a quick nap.
*~*~She was walking through the corridors; it seemed completely normal, except she was surrounded by a strange silver mist. Walking towards her was the most handsome man she'd ever seen. His skin was as white silk, his eyes a dark silvery swirl. His hair was a pale blonde, which fell in his eyes as he walked, his lips curving into a smile. Somehow, she could make out his face, but she couldn't make out whom it was. He kept advancing to her. Suddenly he pulled her into a kiss. It was a kiss devoid of passion, love, or gentleness. It was kiss full of *one* thing…lust. She pushed him away and stared into his eyes. Suddenly she screamed…*~*~
Hermione sat up in bed. "Damn Malfoy! He even invades my sleep!" she cried aloud.
"Maybe I do want him! I hate his guts, but he is *damn* sexy! Ok world, ya here that?" She said loudly, obviously frustrated.
"Draco Malfoy is sexy!" she said louder.
"DRACO MALFOY IS SEXY!!" she screamed at the top of her lungs.
"Oh, I do agree," said Lavender Brown, who had just entered the room.
"What was all that about?" asked Parvarti, raising one eyebrow at Hermione.
Hermione sat dumbfounded.
"You better change for dinner," said Lavender, smiling.
Hermione nodded and quickly changed into some more comfortable robes.
Hermione attempted to forget Malfoy as she, Harry, and Ron walked down to dinner. She almost managed to do so until she sat down at the house table. As she looked up, her eyes caught Malfoy's and he licked his lips. She could feel a tingling sensation take over her whole body and she quickly whipped her head down to her plate. She tried to pull her mind to other places…her potions project, Terry, Ron's stupidity, if Draco was well-endowed…"Oh shit!" she thought to herself. "This is unreal!"
Stabbing rather savagely at her steak, she began to drum her finger on the table.
"Hermione?" said Ron in a singsong voice.
"Oh. What?" said Hermione lazily, still half absorbed in her thoughts.
"Are you alright? I mean, you've been acting so strange?" Ron frowned slightly.
"Yeah Hermione. We're your best friends, you can tell us anything!" exclaimed Harry, placing a comforting hand on her shoulder.
"Oh yes," Hermione thought to herself "Wouldn't that be entertaining if I just came out and said "Harry, I want to bang your worst enemy's brains out!" Yes, what a hit *that* would be!" Hermione chuckled slightly.
"It's nothing guys. Don't worry about it."
Ron nodded and went back to his mashed potatoes. Harry concentrated on her twinkling brown eyes for a minute before turning to his chicken.
Suddenly a fleeting thought entered her mind. Maybe Malfoy was *right*. Maybe a one-time fling wouldn't hurt! Just because he was a jackass did not mean he wasn't sexy! Yet, as quickly as it had appeared, it erased itself.
As soon as she was finished with dinner, she left Ron and Harry to check out some reading in the library. Upon entering the oak doors she noticed a tightly bound, crimson leather book sitting on the nearest round table. She recognized it as her own and realized she must have left it earlier. She picked it up as she scanned the bookshelves.
"Something light, but emotional…" she murmured to herself. She pulled out a thin, light blue book titled "Dancing In The Dream"
She curled her lip in disgust upon reading the back cover.
A good twenty minutes later, Hermione had looked over at least 20 books and finally settled on good, old, reliable "Hogwarts: A History". She got comfortable at one of the tables and began to fall into a dream world of print; the old scratched ink of quills.
*!*!*!*!*!*!
Terry sat with a few other boys, Fire Whisky sloshing in his bottle as he swung it around, laughing loudly.
"So, Terry," slurred Dean Thomas. "Have you and Hermione ever, you know?"
Terry shook his head. "Damn bites too. I've been trying to catch a glimpse of her naked for a while now."
He glanced at his watch. "Actually, it's 7:00, she should be heading to the showers just now. I better go." he grinned toothily at the other boys. Unfortunately for him, a certain blonde-haired Slytherin had heard the entire conversation and was dashing up to the showers.
*!*!*!*!*!*!
Hermione stepped into the showers, the scent of floral shampoo coming to her nose. She unclasped her robes and hung them neatly on the hook beside the shower. She unbuttoned her blouse and hung it near the robe. She began to take off her skirt when someone wrapped their arms around her from behind.
She gasped loudly. "What the hell?" she spun around, to be face to face with Malfoy. She frowned. They were almost touching noses, and she could feel his hot breath on her lips. His lips curved into a small smile.
"Hello *mudblood* fancy seeing *you* here."
Hermione scowled. "Get out!" she growled through clenched teeth.
"Why should I?" smirked Draco. He raised his wand and cast a locking spell on the door.
"What was *that* for?" asked Hermione, a slight tremble in her voice.
"This." Draco leaned forward and placed a heart-stopping kiss on her lips. He pulled away and her mouth formed an O shape.
"So here I am, in my bra and skirt, kissing my worst enemy. What the hell!?"
He pushed his lips against hers again, bracing himself by placing both hands on the wall behind Hermione.
As the kissing grew more intense, he reached behind her and undid the clasp of her brassiere. She shrugged her shoulder, letting the simple, white cotton bra fall to the tiled floor. Draco moved his mouth to the side of her neck, suckling roughly. Hermione opened her mouth and elicited a loud moan.
"Oh my God!" she groaned, tangling her fingers in his white-blonde locks. Draco moved his mouth, trailing his tongue along her collarbone, then in-between her breasts. She arched her back, pushing her breasts towards him. He took this as a sign of encouragement and he took her breasts in hand and roughly squeezed them in his palms. He let go, causing Hermione to whimper and arch her back more. He chuckled slightly and moved his tongue to the side of her breast, he covered her entire chest before finally taking a nip of skin between his teeth and sharply tugging at it. She gasped, and he wasn't whether it was pain or pleasure. He didn't really care, though she deserved all the pain he could cause while still getting off. Suddenly, the echoing sounds of footsteps caused Draco to pull away.
"Oi Hermione!" called the familiar grunt of Terry. Draco jumped into one of the showers and pulled the curtain just as Terry entered the bathroom.
"Terry!" she exclaimed, trying to ease her breathing.
"Hey." he grinned, looking down at her bare chest. Suddenly realizing what he was goggling at, Hermione grabbed her towel and held it in front of her.
Terry groaned in protest.
"Terry, when will you give up?" she faltered. "I'm not into that sort of thing."
Hermione turned beat red as a slight snicker came from the shower stall.
Terry was oblivious to the sound and just stepped closer to Hermione.
Hermione placed out a hand on Terry's chest to block his advance.
"Terry…just go." her eyes darted to the ground. Terry frowned, turned, and left Hermione. She backed against the slick wall and slid onto the ground.
Draco emerged from the shower. "What's the matter, is mudblood baby going to cry?" he smirked.
Hermione shot a look of hatred in his direction.
"Out!" she yelled.
"Granger, you are one to stop in odd places," he laughed coldly. "Let me guess, the little bitch has never had sex? Virgin, are you?"
Hermione turned crimson and nodded slowly. "Why am I telling him this?" s
+he wondered.
"Why won't you just leave?" she asked
"That's just one of life's unanswered questions. For instance, why are you such a whore?"
All the color drained from Hermione's face. She stood up, not caring that she was bare-chested. She raised her arms in anger.
"How *dare* you say that? I am *not* a whore." She almost yelled.
"Hmm, then why do you moan and groan in pleasure for me, but not for precious little Terry Boot?"
Hermione shrugged.
"Ah, it's because of my sex appeal, right? You can't stay away from this." he sneered.
Hermione shook her head. "Not at all Malfoy. Now, I suggest you leave before I call for help."
Malfoy shrugged. "Nothing but a little mudblood whore here anyway." With that he turned and left.
(I'm sorry guys, but I HAVE to build for the sex!)
Hermione could have screamed in frustration. Half of her wanted so badly to just give up and sleep with the arrogant prick. The other half of her wanted to kill him so that he would leave her alone. Not in the mood for a shower, she put her shirt and brassiere back on, grabbed her robes, and headed to the Gryffindor tower.
*!*!!*!*!*!*!
As Hermione entered the Gryffindor tower, she was surprised to see Dean and Terry sitting by the fire drinking Fire Whiskey.
"Terry? What are you doing here? You're in Ravenclaw!" said a surprised Hermione.
"No shit." Terry slurred, whiskey sloshing in his bottle.
"He's my best friend, I let him in." explained a not-so-drunk Dean, who seemed to be enjoying himself by looking through a magazine titled "Play Wizard"
"So," started Terry "How come you can fool around with another guy, and not me?" he asked accusingly.
"What do you mean?" Hermione simpered innocently.
"I know someone was in there. I smelled it, and I saw this…" he pointed to a large purplish mark on her neck, she had not noticed before.
"Shit…" she mumbled softly.
Terry stood up, a look of anger on his face. He ran a hand through his blonde curls.
"So, who's the bastard?" he asked, his voice raising considerably.
"I'm not telling you anything!" Hermione retorted, hoping she sounded braver than she felt.
Terry scowled and grabbed her shoulders, slamming her into the wall.
"Tell me!" he shouted.
Hermione looked over to Dean, but he had vanished.
"I'm not telling you anything!" she said, tears stinging in her eyes.
"Bitch!" he exclaimed, slapping her across the cheek.
Hermione gasped and grasped her cheek, tears now flowing down her face.
"If I ever find you in a situation like this again.." he punched her in the stomach and she choked in surprise.
"I'll kill you *and* the bastard!"
He grabbed her in between the legs. "Because *this* is *mine* and *only* MINE!" he screamed, slamming her onto the ground and leaving through the portrait hole.
Hermione sat in shock, staring into space for what seemed like an eternity, when suddenly she burst into tears, and ran into the dormitory.
Lavender Brown was sitting on her bed, finishing some last minute homework. "Hermione? Oh my God! What happened?"
"I tripped down the stairs." lied Hermione, letting out a forced chuckle. "Clumsy me."
"Be careful!" puffed Lavender. "You should see Madam Pomfry."
Hermione shook her head and took a look in her mirror to access the damage. Her lip was bleeding and her left cheek was red and puffy. She expected that would be a bruise tomorrow. Along the left side of her rib-cage, a red mark etched itself, another pre-bruise. Hermione changed into her night-wear and curled up in bed trying to forget what had just happened. For the first time, she welcomed the thoughts of Draco, instead of Terry.
TBC
You like? I know it sucks majorly, but I'm having writers block. I also needed a bridge and some plot, ok? Thanks!! The next chapter will be the steamiest so far! Hope ya like it! Bye the way, check out "Eye Of The Beholder" by Anne Goshawk. it's an R fiction, definitely a good read!
Chapter 3
"Out of My Mind"
Thanks to a reviewers Lisa, for the idea I used in my story!
Hermione felt her shoes clomping loudly in the stone corridor as she stomped angrily, lugging her bag up to the common room.
"Password?" asked the Fat Lady, smiling serenely.
"Feather Roll!" Hermione snapped, slamming the portrait behind her.
"I could *kill* Malfoy! He's so selfish, so sex-absorbed! Is that all he thinks about?!" she exclaimed, flopping into a comfy armchair. At least she a little while to relax since her meeting was "cut short".
She leaned her head back, pulling her knees to her chest and closed her eyes. Yet, as soon as her eyes shut, the taunting image of Malfoy popped into her mind.
"I'll never get to sleep like this!" she groaned and ran up to her room. After rummaging through her drawer, she found a small yellow bottle labeled "Wizard's Sleep E-Z". She dumped out a star -shaped green pill and popped it into her mouth. Instantly she felt calmer and lied down on her pillow for a quick nap.
*~*~She was walking through the corridors; it seemed completely normal, except she was surrounded by a strange silver mist. Walking towards her was the most handsome man she'd ever seen. His skin was as white silk, his eyes a dark silvery swirl. His hair was a pale blonde, which fell in his eyes as he walked, his lips curving into a smile. Somehow, she could make out his face, but she couldn't make out whom it was. He kept advancing to her. Suddenly he pulled her into a kiss. It was a kiss devoid of passion, love, or gentleness. It was kiss full of *one* thing…lust. She pushed him away and stared into his eyes. Suddenly she screamed…*~*~
Hermione sat up in bed. "Damn Malfoy! He even invades my sleep!" she cried aloud.
"Maybe I do want him! I hate his guts, but he is *damn* sexy! Ok world, ya here that?" She said loudly, obviously frustrated.
"Draco Malfoy is sexy!" she said louder.
"DRACO MALFOY IS SEXY!!" she screamed at the top of her lungs.
"Oh, I do agree," said Lavender Brown, who had just entered the room.
"What was all that about?" asked Parvarti, raising one eyebrow at Hermione.
Hermione sat dumbfounded.
"You better change for dinner," said Lavender, smiling.
Hermione nodded and quickly changed into some more comfortable robes.
Hermione attempted to forget Malfoy as she, Harry, and Ron walked down to dinner. She almost managed to do so until she sat down at the house table. As she looked up, her eyes caught Malfoy's and he licked his lips. She could feel a tingling sensation take over her whole body and she quickly whipped her head down to her plate. She tried to pull her mind to other places…her potions project, Terry, Ron's stupidity, if Draco was well-endowed…"Oh shit!" she thought to herself. "This is unreal!"
Stabbing rather savagely at her steak, she began to drum her finger on the table.
"Hermione?" said Ron in a singsong voice.
"Oh. What?" said Hermione lazily, still half absorbed in her thoughts.
"Are you alright? I mean, you've been acting so strange?" Ron frowned slightly.
"Yeah Hermione. We're your best friends, you can tell us anything!" exclaimed Harry, placing a comforting hand on her shoulder.
"Oh yes," Hermione thought to herself "Wouldn't that be entertaining if I just came out and said "Harry, I want to bang your worst enemy's brains out!" Yes, what a hit *that* would be!" Hermione chuckled slightly.
"It's nothing guys. Don't worry about it."
Ron nodded and went back to his mashed potatoes. Harry concentrated on her twinkling brown eyes for a minute before turning to his chicken.
Suddenly a fleeting thought entered her mind. Maybe Malfoy was *right*. Maybe a one-time fling wouldn't hurt! Just because he was a jackass did not mean he wasn't sexy! Yet, as quickly as it had appeared, it erased itself.
As soon as she was finished with dinner, she left Ron and Harry to check out some reading in the library. Upon entering the oak doors she noticed a tightly bound, crimson leather book sitting on the nearest round table. She recognized it as her own and realized she must have left it earlier. She picked it up as she scanned the bookshelves.
"Something light, but emotional…" she murmured to herself. She pulled out a thin, light blue book titled "Dancing In The Dream"
She curled her lip in disgust upon reading the back cover.
A good twenty minutes later, Hermione had looked over at least 20 books and finally settled on good, old, reliable "Hogwarts: A History". She got comfortable at one of the tables and began to fall into a dream world of print; the old scratched ink of quills.
*!*!*!*!*!*!
Terry sat with a few other boys, Fire Whisky sloshing in his bottle as he swung it around, laughing loudly.
"So, Terry," slurred Dean Thomas. "Have you and Hermione ever, you know?"
Terry shook his head. "Damn bites too. I've been trying to catch a glimpse of her naked for a while now."
He glanced at his watch. "Actually, it's 7:00, she should be heading to the showers just now. I better go." he grinned toothily at the other boys. Unfortunately for him, a certain blonde-haired Slytherin had heard the entire conversation and was dashing up to the showers.
*!*!*!*!*!*!
Hermione stepped into the showers, the scent of floral shampoo coming to her nose. She unclasped her robes and hung them neatly on the hook beside the shower. She unbuttoned her blouse and hung it near the robe. She began to take off her skirt when someone wrapped their arms around her from behind.
She gasped loudly. "What the hell?" she spun around, to be face to face with Malfoy. She frowned. They were almost touching noses, and she could feel his hot breath on her lips. His lips curved into a small smile.
"Hello *mudblood* fancy seeing *you* here."
Hermione scowled. "Get out!" she growled through clenched teeth.
"Why should I?" smirked Draco. He raised his wand and cast a locking spell on the door.
"What was *that* for?" asked Hermione, a slight tremble in her voice.
"This." Draco leaned forward and placed a heart-stopping kiss on her lips. He pulled away and her mouth formed an O shape.
"So here I am, in my bra and skirt, kissing my worst enemy. What the hell!?"
He pushed his lips against hers again, bracing himself by placing both hands on the wall behind Hermione.
As the kissing grew more intense, he reached behind her and undid the clasp of her brassiere. She shrugged her shoulder, letting the simple, white cotton bra fall to the tiled floor. Draco moved his mouth to the side of her neck, suckling roughly. Hermione opened her mouth and elicited a loud moan.
"Oh my God!" she groaned, tangling her fingers in his white-blonde locks. Draco moved his mouth, trailing his tongue along her collarbone, then in-between her breasts. She arched her back, pushing her breasts towards him. He took this as a sign of encouragement and he took her breasts in hand and roughly squeezed them in his palms. He let go, causing Hermione to whimper and arch her back more. He chuckled slightly and moved his tongue to the side of her breast, he covered her entire chest before finally taking a nip of skin between his teeth and sharply tugging at it. She gasped, and he wasn't whether it was pain or pleasure. He didn't really care, though she deserved all the pain he could cause while still getting off. Suddenly, the echoing sounds of footsteps caused Draco to pull away.
"Oi Hermione!" called the familiar grunt of Terry. Draco jumped into one of the showers and pulled the curtain just as Terry entered the bathroom.
"Terry!" she exclaimed, trying to ease her breathing.
"Hey." he grinned, looking down at her bare chest. Suddenly realizing what he was goggling at, Hermione grabbed her towel and held it in front of her.
Terry groaned in protest.
"Terry, when will you give up?" she faltered. "I'm not into that sort of thing."
Hermione turned beat red as a slight snicker came from the shower stall.
Terry was oblivious to the sound and just stepped closer to Hermione.
Hermione placed out a hand on Terry's chest to block his advance.
"Terry…just go." her eyes darted to the ground. Terry frowned, turned, and left Hermione. She backed against the slick wall and slid onto the ground.
Draco emerged from the shower. "What's the matter, is mudblood baby going to cry?" he smirked.
Hermione shot a look of hatred in his direction.
"Out!" she yelled.
"Granger, you are one to stop in odd places," he laughed coldly. "Let me guess, the little bitch has never had sex? Virgin, are you?"
Hermione turned crimson and nodded slowly. "Why am I telling him this?" s
+he wondered.
"Why won't you just leave?" she asked
"That's just one of life's unanswered questions. For instance, why are you such a whore?"
All the color drained from Hermione's face. She stood up, not caring that she was bare-chested. She raised her arms in anger.
"How *dare* you say that? I am *not* a whore." She almost yelled.
"Hmm, then why do you moan and groan in pleasure for me, but not for precious little Terry Boot?"
Hermione shrugged.
"Ah, it's because of my sex appeal, right? You can't stay away from this." he sneered.
Hermione shook her head. "Not at all Malfoy. Now, I suggest you leave before I call for help."
Malfoy shrugged. "Nothing but a little mudblood whore here anyway." With that he turned and left.
(I'm sorry guys, but I HAVE to build for the sex!)
Hermione could have screamed in frustration. Half of her wanted so badly to just give up and sleep with the arrogant prick. The other half of her wanted to kill him so that he would leave her alone. Not in the mood for a shower, she put her shirt and brassiere back on, grabbed her robes, and headed to the Gryffindor tower.
*!*!!*!*!*!*!
As Hermione entered the Gryffindor tower, she was surprised to see Dean and Terry sitting by the fire drinking Fire Whiskey.
"Terry? What are you doing here? You're in Ravenclaw!" said a surprised Hermione.
"No shit." Terry slurred, whiskey sloshing in his bottle.
"He's my best friend, I let him in." explained a not-so-drunk Dean, who seemed to be enjoying himself by looking through a magazine titled "Play Wizard"
"So," started Terry "How come you can fool around with another guy, and not me?" he asked accusingly.
"What do you mean?" Hermione simpered innocently.
"I know someone was in there. I smelled it, and I saw this…" he pointed to a large purplish mark on her neck, she had not noticed before.
"Shit…" she mumbled softly.
Terry stood up, a look of anger on his face. He ran a hand through his blonde curls.
"So, who's the bastard?" he asked, his voice raising considerably.
"I'm not telling you anything!" Hermione retorted, hoping she sounded braver than she felt.
Terry scowled and grabbed her shoulders, slamming her into the wall.
"Tell me!" he shouted.
Hermione looked over to Dean, but he had vanished.
"I'm not telling you anything!" she said, tears stinging in her eyes.
"Bitch!" he exclaimed, slapping her across the cheek.
Hermione gasped and grasped her cheek, tears now flowing down her face.
"If I ever find you in a situation like this again.." he punched her in the stomach and she choked in surprise.
"I'll kill you *and* the bastard!"
He grabbed her in between the legs. "Because *this* is *mine* and *only* MINE!" he screamed, slamming her onto the ground and leaving through the portrait hole.
Hermione sat in shock, staring into space for what seemed like an eternity, when suddenly she burst into tears, and ran into the dormitory.
Lavender Brown was sitting on her bed, finishing some last minute homework. "Hermione? Oh my God! What happened?"
"I tripped down the stairs." lied Hermione, letting out a forced chuckle. "Clumsy me."
"Be careful!" puffed Lavender. "You should see Madam Pomfry."
Hermione shook her head and took a look in her mirror to access the damage. Her lip was bleeding and her left cheek was red and puffy. She expected that would be a bruise tomorrow. Along the left side of her rib-cage, a red mark etched itself, another pre-bruise. Hermione changed into her night-wear and curled up in bed trying to forget what had just happened. For the first time, she welcomed the thoughts of Draco, instead of Terry.
TBC
You like? I know it sucks majorly, but I'm having writers block. I also needed a bridge and some plot, ok? Thanks!! The next chapter will be the steamiest so far! Hope ya like it! Bye the way, check out "Eye Of The Beholder" by Anne Goshawk. it's an R fiction, definitely a good read!
