"Fascination"
By Riley Malfoy
Chapter 6
Forever-
ah!! The first 1/10000000 of fluff. I promise it's necessary!!
Hermione shoved the last green bean into her mouth and laughed at a joke of Lavenders'. Ever since she had told Terry off, the last four days had been so…empowering. Terry was still being as controlling as ever, but Hermione knew she could survive. The days had been full of in-between class snogs with Malfoy and games of chess with Ginny.
"I'm going to go take a break in the common room, alright?" Hermione said to Ginny before standing up and exiting the Great Hall. As Hermione rounded a corner, she felt a hand wrap around her wrist. She turned slowly.
"Malfoy…" she groaned, seeing his silver eyes boring into hers, a smirk playing across his lips. He pulled her wrist, pulling her into a heart-stopping kiss. Hermione was hardly surprised. Malfoy got a kick out of random make-out sessions. He pulled away and half-slung her over his right shoulder, walking briskly to the nearest door. He pushed the door open and plopped her onto the stony ground, quickly unfastening his robes. Malfoy was normally the one to draw sex out, but tonight he seemed eager to get to it. Hermione reached up and began undoing her robes. She shrugged them off and tossed them aside. Malfoy was already topless and Hermione hurriedly rid herself of her blouse and bra, tossing them across the room. Malfoy reached down and pulled off her skirt, while kicking his pants and boxers off. She reached a hand down, and rather teasingly slid her undies off. He placed his body on her and gave in to a fiery kiss.
"You're…such…a….bastard," she moaned as his hands roamed her petite form.
"Bitch." he growled, between bites of her tan skin.
"Ass."
"Whore."
"Man-slut."
"Mudblood."
The insults continued to weave their way in between the passion. Draco plunged himself into Hermione, causing her to gasp and grip his shoulders tightly. Her nails dug into his flesh, raking down his arms, causing red welts.
Draco groaned, grasping handfuls of her brown hair and tugging forcefully. They both climaxed, and Draco collapsed on Hermione, panting for breath. A good ten minutes later he rolled over, and turned his head to Hermione. Her eyes were half-closed and slow breaths were eliciting from her swollen, red lips. Her entire body was covered in beads of sweats and her cinnamon-brown locks fanned out under her head. Suddenly a chuckle echoed through the room and Draco spun his head around.
Terry Boot was sitting on a chair, his legs propped on the desk, smiling sickly.
"Admiring the beautiful whore from afar?" he laughed amusedly.
"How long have you been here?" asked Draco suspiciously.
"Long enough." growled Terry, standing up and grasping Draco by the neck as he stood.
"I'm stronger than you Boot," said a highly confident Draco as he began prying Terry's fingers from his neck.
"Not if caught by surprise." Terry retorted, pointing his wand and shooting green strands to tie Draco to a nearby post.
"Shit." moaned Draco.
A small whimper was heard from the floor and Terry glanced down. Hermione was crouched on the floor, naked, and very venerable
"I *told* you I'd find out." Terry bragged, pouncing onto Hermione.
"Now," he sighed dreamily. "I'm going to take what's *mine*"
"I am not yours!" Hermione let out a strangled scream.
Terry simply shook his head as he began to unbuckle his pants. Hermione shot a glance towards Draco, who was looking at her with something almost like pity.
She mouthed the word "Please." to him as Terry removed his boxers. Suddenly, Draco burst from the ropes and pounced on Terry, hitting him over the head and stunning him with his own wand.
Hermione pushed Terry's limp form from herself and sat up. "Thanks…for saving Me." she whispered hoarsely.
"I didn't do it for you. I did it because I couldn't bear to watch someone else banging what's mine."
"I'm not yours!" Hermione huffed under her breath.
Draco ignored her comment as he pulled on his slacks.
Hermione sloppily got dressed and began to walk out. Draco grabbed her shoulder and turned her around. She collided into his chest and buried her face into his robes. He backed into a wall, half-dragging her. Hermione lifted her head and Draco grabbed it, pulling her face towards his and kissing it roughly. He slid his back down the wall, pulling her down with him. Hermione moved her hands to his and placed her palms on Draco's, intertwining her small hands in his.
They broke the kiss and fell into each other, still exhausted from their previous escapade. Hermione closed her eyes and snuggled into Draco's warm body.
Hermione eyes flew open. She glanced over to the clock on the wall. She must have slept for an hour! Her fingers were still entwined in Draco's. She looked into his face. His cheek was against the wall, his blonde hair falling in his eyes. She bit her lip. He looked almost…angelic. She pulled her hands out of his and propped herself up with her elbows.
"He looks so…innocent," she thought to herself, her heart thumping loudly.
She noticed a flutter of feeling rip through her heart as she looked at him. This was an unfamiliar feeling for her. It was like she used to feel around Terry in the beginning. What was happening to her world? She hung her head down staring at the cracks in the floor. Her life used to be so planned out and her biggest worry was homework. Then, in a few short weeks, it had all crashed down. As she looked at Draco's profile, she realized she had gone to him only when she was sad, and with one kiss, all her problems melted away for a little while. Being with him physically was like…a piece of heaven. She mentally slapped herself for thinking such emotional thoughts about Draco Malfoy. After all, their relationship was purely sexual.
Her thoughts were pulled away for a second as she turned her head, noticing Terry's body had gone. She figured he had woken up, and being as dazed as you are after being stunned, wandered off. She shrugged it off, knowing she'd deal with him later, focusing on Draco again.
Was she starting to get emotional? No. She mustn't.
"I must be having some after-sex thoughts. It's totally normal," she reasoned with herself, this being the first time she'd stayed with Draco post-sex to see if she had any thoughts. She wasn't sure why, but a single tear welled in her eye and slowly slipped down her cheek, and landed on Draco's outstretched leg. Hermione wiped it away. "Damn allergies." she muttered, before pushing herself up, kicking Draco roughly in the leg to wake him up, and exiting.
*!*!*
Draco opened his eyes. He felt completely wonderful, but completely horrible at the same time. He knew he shouldn't associate with a mudblood, but something about her (he would never admit it!) was so amazing. With the average girl, he was satisfied after one night, but Granger had this undying attractiveness, and with each physical action, she grew more and more desirable. He wanted to kill her for being so damn attractive. He moaned to himself, stood up, and left the room, cursing the mudblood whore.
*!*!*
Hermione took a deep breath as she knocked on the door to Dumbledore's office. She waited for a minute, when a statue sprang to life and the entrance opened, revealing the kindly old man.
" Ms. Granger?" questioned Dumbledore, smiling brightly.
"Headmaster, if you aren't too busy, I must speak to you."
Dumbledore nodded and beckoned her to come in.
"Headmaster, Terry Boot from Ravenclaw has been.." she paused.
"Harassing me," she continued.
Dumbledore nodded with a look of sympathy in his eyes.
"I suspected something. Mr.'s Potter and Weasly visited me a few days ago voicing some concern about how Mr. Boot was acting towards you."
So Ron and Harry do care! Hermione was overjoyed.
"I'm not sure what, but I guarantee something will be done, and someone will be talking to you about the severity of his offense in the next day or day."
Hermione nodded, grinning broadly. "Thank you Headmaster."
Dumbledore smiled. "I wish you the fastest emotional and physical recovery, Ms. Granger."
Hermione nodded and left Dumbledore's office, heading for the Gryffindor tower. Hermione took a quick shower (which set her off schedule!) and headed into the dormitory, feeling refreshed and relieved. She lay in bed thinking.
"How long can this go on between Malfoy and I?" she wondered. "Are we just going to have random sex until graduation?"
Hermione closed her eyes. She'd deal with this later. For now, she wanted to sleep.
TBC
What did you think? Wasn't too fluffy was it? Please review and tell me how I'm doing!! Hardly anyone is reviewing so I may quite writing (yes that is a threat!). So, show your appreciation please! If you do, I'll do something special for you!! I'm bribing for reviews…what is the world coming to?
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By Riley Malfoy
Chapter 6
Forever-
ah!! The first 1/10000000 of fluff. I promise it's necessary!!
Hermione shoved the last green bean into her mouth and laughed at a joke of Lavenders'. Ever since she had told Terry off, the last four days had been so…empowering. Terry was still being as controlling as ever, but Hermione knew she could survive. The days had been full of in-between class snogs with Malfoy and games of chess with Ginny.
"I'm going to go take a break in the common room, alright?" Hermione said to Ginny before standing up and exiting the Great Hall. As Hermione rounded a corner, she felt a hand wrap around her wrist. She turned slowly.
"Malfoy…" she groaned, seeing his silver eyes boring into hers, a smirk playing across his lips. He pulled her wrist, pulling her into a heart-stopping kiss. Hermione was hardly surprised. Malfoy got a kick out of random make-out sessions. He pulled away and half-slung her over his right shoulder, walking briskly to the nearest door. He pushed the door open and plopped her onto the stony ground, quickly unfastening his robes. Malfoy was normally the one to draw sex out, but tonight he seemed eager to get to it. Hermione reached up and began undoing her robes. She shrugged them off and tossed them aside. Malfoy was already topless and Hermione hurriedly rid herself of her blouse and bra, tossing them across the room. Malfoy reached down and pulled off her skirt, while kicking his pants and boxers off. She reached a hand down, and rather teasingly slid her undies off. He placed his body on her and gave in to a fiery kiss.
"You're…such…a….bastard," she moaned as his hands roamed her petite form.
"Bitch." he growled, between bites of her tan skin.
"Ass."
"Whore."
"Man-slut."
"Mudblood."
The insults continued to weave their way in between the passion. Draco plunged himself into Hermione, causing her to gasp and grip his shoulders tightly. Her nails dug into his flesh, raking down his arms, causing red welts.
Draco groaned, grasping handfuls of her brown hair and tugging forcefully. They both climaxed, and Draco collapsed on Hermione, panting for breath. A good ten minutes later he rolled over, and turned his head to Hermione. Her eyes were half-closed and slow breaths were eliciting from her swollen, red lips. Her entire body was covered in beads of sweats and her cinnamon-brown locks fanned out under her head. Suddenly a chuckle echoed through the room and Draco spun his head around.
Terry Boot was sitting on a chair, his legs propped on the desk, smiling sickly.
"Admiring the beautiful whore from afar?" he laughed amusedly.
"How long have you been here?" asked Draco suspiciously.
"Long enough." growled Terry, standing up and grasping Draco by the neck as he stood.
"I'm stronger than you Boot," said a highly confident Draco as he began prying Terry's fingers from his neck.
"Not if caught by surprise." Terry retorted, pointing his wand and shooting green strands to tie Draco to a nearby post.
"Shit." moaned Draco.
A small whimper was heard from the floor and Terry glanced down. Hermione was crouched on the floor, naked, and very venerable
"I *told* you I'd find out." Terry bragged, pouncing onto Hermione.
"Now," he sighed dreamily. "I'm going to take what's *mine*"
"I am not yours!" Hermione let out a strangled scream.
Terry simply shook his head as he began to unbuckle his pants. Hermione shot a glance towards Draco, who was looking at her with something almost like pity.
She mouthed the word "Please." to him as Terry removed his boxers. Suddenly, Draco burst from the ropes and pounced on Terry, hitting him over the head and stunning him with his own wand.
Hermione pushed Terry's limp form from herself and sat up. "Thanks…for saving Me." she whispered hoarsely.
"I didn't do it for you. I did it because I couldn't bear to watch someone else banging what's mine."
"I'm not yours!" Hermione huffed under her breath.
Draco ignored her comment as he pulled on his slacks.
Hermione sloppily got dressed and began to walk out. Draco grabbed her shoulder and turned her around. She collided into his chest and buried her face into his robes. He backed into a wall, half-dragging her. Hermione lifted her head and Draco grabbed it, pulling her face towards his and kissing it roughly. He slid his back down the wall, pulling her down with him. Hermione moved her hands to his and placed her palms on Draco's, intertwining her small hands in his.
They broke the kiss and fell into each other, still exhausted from their previous escapade. Hermione closed her eyes and snuggled into Draco's warm body.
Hermione eyes flew open. She glanced over to the clock on the wall. She must have slept for an hour! Her fingers were still entwined in Draco's. She looked into his face. His cheek was against the wall, his blonde hair falling in his eyes. She bit her lip. He looked almost…angelic. She pulled her hands out of his and propped herself up with her elbows.
"He looks so…innocent," she thought to herself, her heart thumping loudly.
She noticed a flutter of feeling rip through her heart as she looked at him. This was an unfamiliar feeling for her. It was like she used to feel around Terry in the beginning. What was happening to her world? She hung her head down staring at the cracks in the floor. Her life used to be so planned out and her biggest worry was homework. Then, in a few short weeks, it had all crashed down. As she looked at Draco's profile, she realized she had gone to him only when she was sad, and with one kiss, all her problems melted away for a little while. Being with him physically was like…a piece of heaven. She mentally slapped herself for thinking such emotional thoughts about Draco Malfoy. After all, their relationship was purely sexual.
Her thoughts were pulled away for a second as she turned her head, noticing Terry's body had gone. She figured he had woken up, and being as dazed as you are after being stunned, wandered off. She shrugged it off, knowing she'd deal with him later, focusing on Draco again.
Was she starting to get emotional? No. She mustn't.
"I must be having some after-sex thoughts. It's totally normal," she reasoned with herself, this being the first time she'd stayed with Draco post-sex to see if she had any thoughts. She wasn't sure why, but a single tear welled in her eye and slowly slipped down her cheek, and landed on Draco's outstretched leg. Hermione wiped it away. "Damn allergies." she muttered, before pushing herself up, kicking Draco roughly in the leg to wake him up, and exiting.
*!*!*
Draco opened his eyes. He felt completely wonderful, but completely horrible at the same time. He knew he shouldn't associate with a mudblood, but something about her (he would never admit it!) was so amazing. With the average girl, he was satisfied after one night, but Granger had this undying attractiveness, and with each physical action, she grew more and more desirable. He wanted to kill her for being so damn attractive. He moaned to himself, stood up, and left the room, cursing the mudblood whore.
*!*!*
Hermione took a deep breath as she knocked on the door to Dumbledore's office. She waited for a minute, when a statue sprang to life and the entrance opened, revealing the kindly old man.
" Ms. Granger?" questioned Dumbledore, smiling brightly.
"Headmaster, if you aren't too busy, I must speak to you."
Dumbledore nodded and beckoned her to come in.
"Headmaster, Terry Boot from Ravenclaw has been.." she paused.
"Harassing me," she continued.
Dumbledore nodded with a look of sympathy in his eyes.
"I suspected something. Mr.'s Potter and Weasly visited me a few days ago voicing some concern about how Mr. Boot was acting towards you."
So Ron and Harry do care! Hermione was overjoyed.
"I'm not sure what, but I guarantee something will be done, and someone will be talking to you about the severity of his offense in the next day or day."
Hermione nodded, grinning broadly. "Thank you Headmaster."
Dumbledore smiled. "I wish you the fastest emotional and physical recovery, Ms. Granger."
Hermione nodded and left Dumbledore's office, heading for the Gryffindor tower. Hermione took a quick shower (which set her off schedule!) and headed into the dormitory, feeling refreshed and relieved. She lay in bed thinking.
"How long can this go on between Malfoy and I?" she wondered. "Are we just going to have random sex until graduation?"
Hermione closed her eyes. She'd deal with this later. For now, she wanted to sleep.
TBC
What did you think? Wasn't too fluffy was it? Please review and tell me how I'm doing!! Hardly anyone is reviewing so I may quite writing (yes that is a threat!). So, show your appreciation please! If you do, I'll do something special for you!! I'm bribing for reviews…what is the world coming to?
Anyway…read "Eye of The Beholder" by Anne Goshawk…it's awesome!!