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Hermione...
They arrived in the forbidden forest, after enduring Draco grumbling all the way up the steep stone slope. When they came out into the forest, the sky had darkened considerably.
"How long were we down there?" Draco asked, blinking at the large, bright moon sitting comfortably in the sky. Severus yawned. Hermione and Draco set him down against a nearby tree, where he yawned again.
"Better yet," he grumbled, "where in the forest are we?" as if they were words spoke against him rather then from his own mouth, his eyes widened as he looked at the other two in horror. "We're in the Forbidden Forest, in the middle of the night!" Hermione looked at him a second, before giggling. Draco wasn't as subtle, laughing aloud. He blushed viciously. "W-what?" Hermione stopped. She then looked at her feet. This wasn't Professor Snape, this was Severus Snape. Just a kid. She shot Draco a dirty look, and his face fell into an amused grin.
"Sorry, It's just not all that scary for me. I've...I've seen worse." I've seen the bravest men in history die...one of which was you. She thought solemnly. Severus regarded her for a moment.
"So what do we do now?" Draco snorted.
"Wait and see if the centaurs come and eat us." Severus looked alarmed.
"Centaurs don't eat people."
"He's right Draco, they just kill them." Hermione nodded, and saw that Draco was amused. She looked in the direction he was, and saw the Severus had feinted.
"I always thought our potions professor had more backbone." She slapped him on the arm. "Ow! What was that for?" She crossed her arms and looked at him in a haughty manner/
"Well, that's after Lily gets killed you prat." She stooped down to move Severus into a more comfortable position, when she felt something or someone, rub her butt. She whipped around, and glared full force at Draco, who raised his hands in innocence.
"Wouldn't touch you Granger, I swear." He said this with a disgusted sneer. She huffed at this, and sat down on a fallen log next to where Severus was laid out. Hermione had spread his cloak beneath him to help with some of the discomfort of sticks and rock on the forest floor. She noticed how ragged he looked then, in his sleep. His robes were too big and his hair was unevenly cut. Whilst she was looking at Severus, she was turned so she sat on the tip of the log, back to rest of it. Draco took the chance to sit right next to her, and lean into his upturned palm.
Draco
It wasn't entirely his fault. She had leaned over, and the robes she had on smoothed over her perfectly round bum. He was curious as to what it felt like, and unlike Hermione, he knew what this partner deal was about from the beginning. You don't live in a house full of old tradition and not learn anything. He was a little aghast at the idea at first, but when he began to think about it, he didn't think that it mattered that much. He was willing to pay to see Hermione's reaction when he told her though.
Draco frowned at Hermione's back. He had just rubbed it for Merlin's sake, and she released a glare that could melt rock on him. He had held up his hands in innocence, and pretended to be revolted at the idea. Though that small touch awakened something on his lower half that wasn't revolted at all. When she sat down, her breast jiggled ever so slightly, Draco saw this, so when she turned towards Severus, who was lying on the ground unconscious, Draco sat down next to her, contemplating his next move. His chin propped in his palm, he mused on it for a second. Then a wicked glint came into his eye, and he was glad that his previous potion master was asleep. Not guaranteeing he'd stay that way though.
His hands crept between her arms, and grabbed her breasts, squeezing. Hermione let out a sharp gasp, and would've fell right on top of Severus if he hadn't been holding her.
"W-what are you doing-?" he squeezed again, cutting her off.
"Whatever I want Hermione. " he linked his arms around her waist, and brought her into his lap, sitting her directly where she could feel his erection.
"D-draco, we shouldn't, I mean in the forest...when did you even start liking me?" Draco growled.
"The day you slapped me, Hermione. You showed more pride then most pureblood women." he pushed her hair away from her neck, and suckled slightly. She gasped again, and grabbed his arms.
"Too fast. This is moving too fast Draco." Draco rolled his eyes.
"Do you want me to wine and dine you first?"
"That'd be preferable." He laughed aloud at this.
"You are so weird..." he paused, and spoke her name, like it was a strange food. "Hermione..." she raised her eyebrows.
"So which is it? Hermione or Granger?" She asked, pulling away.
"Both." It was her turn to roll her eyes.
"Well, I'm not going to sleep with you in the forest...or anytime soon for that matter." He smirked.
"Well see about that." He grabbed, her arms, both of them falling to the ground.
Hermione...
When he kissed her, it didn't feel forceful. It felt more like a plea, and unwittingly she let opened her lips, and he began exploring every inch of it. He pulled away, panting, as was she.
"As much as I enjoy watching you two play tongue hockey under the full moon," a voice called from the treetops. Hermione and Draco looked up. Trick was sitting on a limb, dressed in a band T-shirt, jeans and a dark trench coat, (need I mention the hat?) A woman clad in a black, voluminous robe sat beside him. She smiled and Hermione recognized her as the bus driver.
"That'll be 1.29 euro's ma'am." The slim, female bus driver said. Hermione handed over the money, and went to take a seat at the back of the bus.
Little did she know, she wasn't the only one who recognized her.
Draco..
Draco had seen her the day he was kidnapped from his firm, and the day before that. She was rich and beautiful, so he was immediately attracted.
"Draco Malfoy?" The woman asked, and he looked up to see a well-dressed woman approach him, wearing dark sunglasses and carrying some form of coffee in a foam cup. He was reading the Daily Prophet at a local Cafe' that had proved itself worthy of his taste.
"Yes?" he asked, summing her up in a glance. She wore Vince Camuto boots, that reached just above her knee, meeting the Donna Karan skirt in its draped fashion. His gaze wandered over her chest, noting the thin but whimiscal Versace top she wore even in the bitter cold that enveloped the day. An antique ring set with Tiger's eye graced her left hand, on her index finger, while the ring on the other index held a crest inside it's soft Dusty Quartz, with a dark Onyx worked into the cut. 'Gryffindor colors' was his first thought, until he saw that the pendant hanging around her neck was of Russian make, silver melded into a cross and decorated with small sparking Emeralds and Onyx black stones that he had no name for. He had an eye for Russian jewelry. Her earring mimicked the pendant, making the rings insignificant...
"I have a message for you."
"And what's that?" he chuckled to himself. Everyone from the most powerful politician to lowliest street urchin had 'a message for him'. "The crow flies at midnight or some other hogwash?" She smiled.
"No, unfortunately he doesn't fly at midnight." she chuckled, sharing in her own joke. "My message is this, 'All the world's a stage, And all the men and women merely players; They have their exits and their entrances, And one man in his time plays many parts, your acts being of ninteen ages.'" she smiled at him "Farewell, may we meet again, Draco." She walked off, and Draco sat still for a moment. What in the world was that?
He frowned at the woman, sitting there in the tree and noticed all her jewelry but her Dusty Quartz ring remained, glinting devilishly in the moonlight. Then he notice she clutched something in both of her hands. One laid in her lap, holding a piece of parchment, wrapped in blood red crimson and sealed with a skull and crossbones. The other held up a long, wickedly sharp scythe. Draco gulped on instinct. The billowing cloak, the scythe, the freshly sealed death warrant...she looked like the Grim Reaper, except not as bony. Oh...and she was a girl.
Hermione...
"Now, Draco, Hermione," he looked at Severus, or he seemed to be doing so. "and a sleeping Severus, we have some good news, and some bad news." He jumped from the tree, and landed on the ground softly, shoving his hands into a pair of well-worn blue jeans. The woman looked down at him, then shrugged and mindlessly swing her legs and humming to herself. "Well, how about introductions first? Zero, this is Draco, Hermione and Severus. You three, this is Zero." she waved at them, still humming a song that Hermione thought she was beginning to recognize. "Now, on to business." He crouched down, and Draco and Hermione both remembered the positions they were in, and quickly fixed it to where they were sitting up.
"Who are you?" Draco asked sitting back. Trick smiled.
"I am Trick. I forgot that I hadn't appeared to you yet, Hermy here will explain." Hermione's protest was quieted by Trick speaking again. "Good news: You won't have to suffer with that big blind oaf much longer." Zero giggled, while Draco and Hermione shared a look. They knew who he was talking about. "Bad news: Well, not only am I unable to help much when it comes to the...glamour chasing you, but I'm also up this far," he pointed to the flesh just below his neck, "in accusations considering humans. So you're nearly on your own!" He smiled.
"Well, that's new." Hermione remarked, while Draco looked around in a bored fashion. Trick raised his eyebrows.
"How unkind Hermione! It is I, that sent Severus over there the silver coin that saved your lives." Zero snorted at that.
"He just dropped it, actually, and Severus happened to catch it. Don't give him credit. He doesn't know how to fight this any better then you do." That earned her a glare from Trick.
"Well...sir. Do you have any more of these coins?" he put a finger on his chin, and seemed to think back.
"Yes, I believe I do. In fact that might've been my reason to come visit you..." he pulled a pouch from his trench coat and shook it, coins jangling inside. Draco reached for it, and Trick handed it over to him. He reached into it, and pulled out a coin. He smirked, then threw it at Zero in the tree. It hit her point blank in the forward, and out of surprise she dropped from the tree. Moments later she came from the brush holding the coin. Trick wasn't even trying to hold back laughter, as she stormed over to Draco, waving the fancy scroll.
"WHAT WAS THAT FOR?" he smiled at her, then motioned for her to look at the coin.
"The crow flies at midnight." she saw a crow embedded in the coin and she tossed it back to him. She smiled wolfishly at him.
"Yes, yes it does." She looked inquisitively at Trick, and held up the scythe and the scroll. "Can we go now? I don't carry these around for sport you know." he nodded and stood up, taking her by the arm.
"Good luck you two..three." he counted Severus. With a 'pop' they were gone. Draco looked at Hermione.
"Who's that creep exactly?" she pulled out a coin from the pouch, it gleaming in the full moon. The corners of her mouth twitched, and she looked at Draco.
"I believe he's someone who makes the devil hide under his covers at night." she pocketed the coin. "He's the Coyote." Draco blinked uncertainly.
"Coyote...?"
"The Trickster God." Draco arched an eyebrow.
"Really? Why do we deserve the honor?" Hermione shrugged.
"I'll take first watch, we can't just all go to sleep. It's still the Forbidden Forest after all." he didn't bother fighting her, and laid down on the ground, grumbling about how uncomfortable it was. Hermione ignored him, taking post under a tree nearby. She pulled the coin out of pocket, and ran her fingers across it. It bore a coyote wearing a ridiculously large Santa hat was eating a gingerbread cookie. It said in imprinted letters above it: Merry Christmas! And below in what looked like a quill pen engraving in shaky, capital letters it said: Love, Trickster.
And...Sevvy slept most of this chapter. No big deal. Trick's identity is revealed! Dum da dum! Hope you enjoyed DracoxHermione moment in here, and every other bit of Chaos I have ensued! I wrote it so you could review it and make me better! The lines in here are from 'As You Like It' by Shakespeare. =^.^= Trick appreciates your reviews as well!
Trick: I would prefer some other form of appreciation...*wicked grin*
Me: NO TRICK!
Trick: Would you defy my fangirls the right to see me? This is my story...
Me: This is not your story.
Trick: Of course it is.
Me: *sighs* Well, review-
Trick: If you want to see me naked~
Me/Zero: NO THANK YOU! Anyway, read and review. See you next chapter!
Trick: In the prefects bathroom. With me. Now.
Me: SHUT UP!
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