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Disclaimer: I aint Joann.
Summary: Draco and Hermione are now prefects, and have a midnight meeting in a bathroom....hmmm a peculiar place to do anything dirty...Rated R because of sexual content and sexual tension. Dont get fooled by the title.
Hermione smiled to herself, her eyes closing into perfect bliss. But as soon was her eyelashes stuck together, she heard a thumping in her ears. It was like the beating of her heart. She sat up and imagined Draco's hands all over her. Why didn't she give in? Because she just wanted to have a little tired of being his whore without having a little fun. But now the only fun she could think of was the gashing of Draco's lips wandering across her waiting skin.
Hermione almost moaned out loud for a moment, but kept herself occupied with her hairbrush. She wanted to look nice. For him. She didn't want to do this, but she couldn't help herself. Its just dinner in the Great Hall, she kept telling herself, but she wanted to wear something ravishing so he would come pleading for more.
But just then, a small owl sweeped through the window, and it perched itself on Hermione's finger. It was beautiful, with furry black feathers. It's eyes were tiny and black, and Hermione reluctantly pulled the letter off it, and read it silently:
Dear Ms.Granger, You and Mr.Malfoy are invited to a meeting of urgencies about a certain incident that went on today. Normally we wouldn't invite Prefects, but we need your presance upon us, so please enter the hallway Chamber the right side of the second Prefect Bathroom. Teachers & heads will also be present at 9:00 P.M.
Educationally yours, Professor M. McGonagall.
Hermione shrugged off the thought of it being from Draco. It seemed like an honest and innocent meeting letter. She stuffed it into her pocket and started to brush her hair, thinking everything was calm. Or so she thought.
She saw the little black owl go outside the window, but thought no more of it.
~*~*~
"Did you get it, Turmail?" his voice rough and hard.
The owl perched and there was a vibration to it's body.
It blurred before there was a grown male in front of him.
"Yes, Lord. Everything will happen tonight." Turmail answered.
"You hear that, Lucius? We have our heirs at last..." a voice upon the air said.
Another man who was guarding the entrance of the door turned around and flicked back his blonde hair nervously and nodded.
"We have our heirs." he merely said, before his eyes went a glash of black and he turned his back to the dark force of evil.
~*~*~
Disclaimer: I aint Joann.
Summary: Draco and Hermione are now prefects, and have a midnight meeting in a bathroom....hmmm a peculiar place to do anything dirty...Rated R because of sexual content and sexual tension. Dont get fooled by the title.
Hermione smiled to herself, her eyes closing into perfect bliss. But as soon was her eyelashes stuck together, she heard a thumping in her ears. It was like the beating of her heart. She sat up and imagined Draco's hands all over her. Why didn't she give in? Because she just wanted to have a little tired of being his whore without having a little fun. But now the only fun she could think of was the gashing of Draco's lips wandering across her waiting skin.
Hermione almost moaned out loud for a moment, but kept herself occupied with her hairbrush. She wanted to look nice. For him. She didn't want to do this, but she couldn't help herself. Its just dinner in the Great Hall, she kept telling herself, but she wanted to wear something ravishing so he would come pleading for more.
But just then, a small owl sweeped through the window, and it perched itself on Hermione's finger. It was beautiful, with furry black feathers. It's eyes were tiny and black, and Hermione reluctantly pulled the letter off it, and read it silently:
Dear Ms.Granger, You and Mr.Malfoy are invited to a meeting of urgencies about a certain incident that went on today. Normally we wouldn't invite Prefects, but we need your presance upon us, so please enter the hallway Chamber the right side of the second Prefect Bathroom. Teachers & heads will also be present at 9:00 P.M.
Educationally yours, Professor M. McGonagall.
Hermione shrugged off the thought of it being from Draco. It seemed like an honest and innocent meeting letter. She stuffed it into her pocket and started to brush her hair, thinking everything was calm. Or so she thought.
She saw the little black owl go outside the window, but thought no more of it.
~*~*~
"Did you get it, Turmail?" his voice rough and hard.
The owl perched and there was a vibration to it's body.
It blurred before there was a grown male in front of him.
"Yes, Lord. Everything will happen tonight." Turmail answered.
"You hear that, Lucius? We have our heirs at last..." a voice upon the air said.
Another man who was guarding the entrance of the door turned around and flicked back his blonde hair nervously and nodded.
"We have our heirs." he merely said, before his eyes went a glash of black and he turned his back to the dark force of evil.
~*~*~
