Title: Gods In Love
Chapter 11: In which everybody finally gets on with it.
Disclaimer: I do not own J.K Rowling's magical world of witches and wizards, or any of the characters in it. If you know the series, you will be able to pick out which characters are mine.
Description: In their seventh year, a wizarding sex shop opens for business in Hogsmeade, causing tension among the students and leading to unusual events and pairings (Ron x Hermione x Draco, Snape x ??).
A/N: I'm back!! FROM THE DEAD!!! O_O Well, no. It wasn't that exciting. But the bottom line is, I'm back :3 Sorry about the massive gap and shortness of the chapter. Some of this was written ages ago, and some much more recently... I'll do my best to keep going! The insanity is starting soon, and we're more than halfway done the story!
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Snape closed the door carefully behind him. His hands were shaking. How on Earth was he meant to be angry with her when she looked at him that way? Her cat-eyed gaze shattered all angry and abrasive thought. She spoke, snapping him out of his contemplation.
"Severus..." she began carefully. "I can imagine finding wedding rings certainly made you question where my devotion lies." Her eyes darted about the room, avoid his dark stare, which was already eroding her perfectly planned speech. The darkness of his eyes filled her mind. She was undone. "S-Severus-" she stuttered, stumbling back into the chair she had in the entrance of her apartments and covering her face with one hand. He took a step forward toward her and hesitantly placed a hand on her shoulder. He opened his mouth to ask her if she was alright, but was cut off.
"I love you." she blurted out. The rest of her words came in a rush as tears began to spill from her eyes. "At first it was just about sex but I really love you! I was married off as soon as I graduated from Hogwarts. Arranged of course. My parents had to find an acceptable husband for the only child of the Bane legacy. So I was married to Daniel Sevenstone, a man I loathe. A man with whom I've been forced to share a life." Her eyes, glittering with darkness suddenly snapped up to meet his own as she clutched the hand he had placed on her shoulder. "I'd have killed him... I would have done... if it hadn't been for-"
Snape finally regained his composure and shushed Deia softly, pulling her from the chair and into a fierce embrace. "I'm... I'm sorry." he choked out. "I had no right to behave as I did. It's not as though we decided to have a serious relationship or anything of the sort. It's just that I..." Snape gritted his teeth, wincing, and continued, "I, too, love you... and realized it was possible you didn't belong only to me." Snape breathed shakily. He couldn't think of the last time he had put such personal emotions into words. Deia cried out in happiness and, pulling Snape's face to meet her own, kissed him. She then grabbed him by the hand and began pulling him farther into her apartments.
"Wh-what are you doing?" sputtered Snape, still in shock over the whole ordeal.
She rolled her eyes. "Bringing you to the bedroom of course. We've got a few weeks to make up for after all."
Snape's lips slowly curved into a grin. Now this, he could learn to get used to.
Again, that is.
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Weeks had passed since Harry had walked in on Draco and Hermione together, and since then he had refused to leave Hermione unattended. He was so deadly serious about getting Hermione to stop thinking about meeting Draco that he'd called off the quidditch practice that week, pleading illness, all the while staying by Hermione's side and looking smarmy and pleased with himself. After finishing her homework in the common room she coldly announced to Harry that she was going to bed and headed for her dorm room.
She wanted badly to see Draco again, but her every attempt had been foiled by her overzealous friend. She bumped into Ginny on the way into their room.
"Hello." she muttered, flopping face down on her bed as Ginny quickly tucked something into her robes. Hermione noticed, but was too frustrated to care. Changing into her pyjamas, she got into bed. With Ginny in the room, there wasn't much she could do to satisfy her frustration either. She grabbed her SMF from her bedside table whispering an angry message to be sent to Draco.
"We have to do something about Harry. I'm going insane."
Never in her life did she expect to find herself conspiring against Harry with Draco Malfoy, but she honestly hoped Draco would use his Slytherin resourcefulness so they could get back to getting up to no good...
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The next morning as Hermione headed with Ginny towards their classes she was again, predictably distracted by thoughts of Draco. Harry walked a few feet ahead, keeping a shifty-eyed lookout for his nemesis.
Ever touch, every moan, every sigh was ingrained into her memory. Their last encounter in Snape's dungeon was crystal clear: Draco's hands in her hair, the feel of him thrusting between her lips, the tightness of the ropes that had bound her wrists. She smiled to herself as she remembered. A meet punishment.
Suddenly strong painful jerk on her hair snapped her back to reality. She tried to cry out but had already been magically silenced during her reverie.
"Let go of me!" she stammered, releasing the spell on her voice, flailing and trying to dislodge her attacker as he pulled her into a fairly recessed doorway and pressed face-first into the wall. A few students turned, but only looked confused and kept walking.
"Hush, now." a familiar voice whispered into her ear. "They can hear you but they can't see you."
"Agh! What are you doing?" she said in a lowered voice, turning to face Draco as he released her hair. "Was that really necessary? If you wanted to speak to me you could have contacted me with the SMF"
Draco's eyes fair gleamed.
"You told me to do something about Potter." he responded innocently. He grinned and continued, "and I don't want to talk to you." He pressed her up against the wall and kissed her.
The intensity of it nearly made her forget she was in a hallway filled with students.
... nearly.
She shoved him away.
"Now see here!" she said, trying to avoid a scene, and reminded him a hallway, crowded with students loitering before class was not the place for this kind of activity, especially when Harry was so close by.
"On the contrary", said Draco. He pressed Hermione into the wall with his superior force. Even through his robes she could feel his hardness. He waited for Harry to notice Hermione's absence. Predictably, he cursed, asked Ginny if she'd seen anything (which she hadn't) ask anyone else if they'd seen anything (which they hadn't) and cause a small sensational scene before disappearing back down the hall from which they'd come originally.
"I'll scream." she whispered, trying to sound angrier than she felt.
Draco cocked a pale eyebrow. "And risk exposing yourself with me in such a situation? I don't think you will." She reached for her wand. Panic. He held it up in front of her. "Looking for this?" He only chuckled as she made a wild grab for it, grinding his hips into hers as she pressed herself against him to reach for it. "Mmm."
"Let me go." she pled, hoping he would release her before she succumbed to such impropriety, his closeness driving her slowly mad.
"Only if you mean it." he said, pausing to nip at her neck. "And you definitely don't mean it. I'm sure you're soaking wet."
She hardly struggled to stop him as he slid his hand into her robes and two fingers deep inside her, groaning softly at the affirmation of his hypothesis.
"You want it as bad as I do." he groaned, thrusting, the fact exciting him even more. "Now," he began again, businesslike, "because of your yappy little guard-dog Potter I've been massively unsatisfied lately." Hermione's pulse quickened. He had been waiting on her? She glanced guiltily around at the students passing by, feeling dreadfully exposed as Draco spoke on. She couldn't help but wonder what spell he'd cast. Some variation of muffliato, but tied in to an invisibility charm... the difficulty of the spell was really astounding...
"Are you even listening?" he hissed angrily into her ear, roughly inserting a third finger.
"Y-yes." she stuttered.
"Then what did I just say?" His voice was filled with all the cunning of a snake. Hermione's already flushed face grew redder.
"I don't know."
He leaned in with unexpected speed and then kissed her lips with unexpected softness.
"I'm going to fuck you right here in the hallway."
Her eyes widened. "You will not."
Draco only smirked. She looked down to see him stroking himself already with his other hand. Before she could move to oppose him he hiked her up slightly along the wall and thrusting, sunk into her. She swallowed a cry, grasping his robes for steadiness. God! It felt so many ways at once she didn't know what to think. It hurt; Draco's entire member had just been introduced without gentle prelude into a space thus far only accustomed to fingers. But the pleasure of it was almost as unbearable. Pinned to the wall by his weight, her face buried in his shoulder to dampen her cries, she couldn't have moved even if she'd wanted to. He slid roughly in and out of her tightness. She could feel every inch of him sliding inside her; every second of contact, of friction, transforming her into someone other than herself: a girl who clutched and moaned and clenched and didn't care she would be ruined if caught and only wanted the moment to go on forever until she reached release. Time had become elastic. How long had they been here in the alcove? Hours or minutes? Reaching inside of her cloak he pinched one of her nipples with the hand not supporting her weight. In a moment her pleasure climbed exponentially, exploding into a violent climax. Seconds later, Draco came, shuddering and panting.
There was a moment in which the two of them only breathed heavily and held onto each other tightly, struggling through the aftermath of the explosive encounter. Draco seemed suddenly vulnerable to Hermione in a way that frightened her. After another moment, the demon's spark was back in his pale eyes.
"Y-you used a contraceptive spell, right?" she asked, stuttering a little.
"Yeah." he answered hoarsely. "Of course." And after another pause, "Good luck concentrating in class." He paused to stroke her sweat dampened face and crush her already bruised lips in one more insistent kiss, running a thumb along her jawline. He withdrew rather more quickly than Hermione would have liked, casting a barrage of spells on himself to clean up. He fixed his robes one last time, and throwing a wink to her as he walked away, he informed her the barrier would dissolve when he left it, and then promptly did so, leaving her alone and dishevelled in the now emptying hall.
The inkling of feeling she'd felt for him turned quickly to rage as she quickly cleaned herself up and headed off to class. She wobbled down the hall, all the while somehow certain someone would know what had just transpired. Just before she entered the class she realized: 'I'm not a virgin anymore...' A smile crept onto her face as she opened the door and entered. Luckily, she always left early for class, so she wasn't late, even considering the... distraction. The moment she entered and everyone looked up to see who it was she was certain their eyes had all lingered on her longer than usual. She flushed. She didn't have this class with Harry, so that confrontation would have to wait until later. She took her usual seat and let the emotions of the day roil in her mind.
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Ron nervously approached from behind a slight, dark-haired girl just outside the Great Hall and hesitated a moment before tapping her on the shoulder.
"You wouldn't happen to be Dryad?"
She turned, looking up at him with the full force of her dark blue eyes. She was already blushing.
"Yes. I'm Mandy."
Ron grinned. "I'm Ron. I recognize you from Herbology a year or so back."
"You remember me?" she squeaked, playing with the ends of her long hair. Ron nodded, swallowing. She was awfully cute. "I remember you too." she added brightly, "from quidditch, and class and-" she cut herself off. "Well, people know of you."
Ron raised an eyebrow quizzically, and then realized she meant she knew him because he was friends with Harry. Of course. He sighed. It was to be expected. He pointed rather abruptly to the Great Hall.
"You wouldn't like to have a tea, would you?"
Her eyes lit up and her blush deepened at the question. "Why, I'd love to!"
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Later that day, still bubbling with giddiness, Hermione ran up to their room to tell Ginny the news, but she was not whom she found. Instead, standing in the middle of the room struggling to remove a Hogwarts uniform skirt many sizes too small, was Harry.
"What?!" stuttered Hermione. "You should not be up here!" She noticed he was also wearing a uniform sweater-vest short enough it was exposing his midriff.
"Help me out, will you?" he said impatiently, trying without much success to yank the skirt off. "I only have another fifteen minutes or so."
Hermione tried to form three different sentences, her emotions running from fury to hysteria at how bizarre he looked.
"What, before Ginny's back? Why on Earth would I help you after how you've been treating me?! This is your own problem, get yourself out of it!"
Realization crossed his face. He spoke: "It's me, Ginny!"
Hermione thought she felt her brain explode. "...Ginny?! Are you kidding me?!"
"Really!" he (she?) answered, "It's me! I bought this potion from Madame L's. It's like polyjuice, only it only works once and only for a bit. I wanted to find out what's up with Ron, but he won't tell me anything..." Hermione recognized Ginny's plaintive whine in Harry's voice.
'Too bizarre...'
"I thought he'd confide in Harry though... The potion worked a lot faster than I expected..." Tears began to fill his eyes."Please 'Mione, help me out here."
She pursed her lips in reply. With a quick slash of her wand the clothing fell to the floor in shreds. Suddenly she was greeted with a great eyeful of Harry. She blushed deeply and turned around, transfiguring the shreds on the ground into a boys' uniform that would probably fit Harry's body.
Ginny-Harry pulled on the pants and told Hermione it was safe to look. "What did I tell you about him?" she said, grinning. "Isn't he's absolutely hun-"
"Yes, yes." said Hermione dismissively, "Now get dressed. We need a plan of action."
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After asking around the common room the two found out Ron was in the Great Hall for afternoon tea. The two conspirators headed there to find him.
"But Ron never bothers with tea in there." murmured Ginny/Harry, pushing the pair of glasses Hermione had transfigured to look like his up his nose. "He just pinches cakes from the kitchen and eats in the common room."
"Suspicious indeed..." whispered Hermione distractedly. Ginny/Harry stopped suddenly, wheeling to look at Hermione. He spoke loudly:
"There's something up with you. What is it?"
"Shh!" said Hermione, pushing Ginny/Harry along down the hallway and away from the prying eyes of their fellow students. "We have no time to waste and we don't want to draw attention to ourselves but DracoandIhadsexinthehallwaythismorning."
"WHAT?!" shrieked Ginny/Harry, bouncing and clapping his hands. A few students certainly made odd faces at this.
"G-Harry!!" said Hermione severely, "You aren't acting like yourself at ALL today!"
Ginny/Harry took the hint and toned down the reaction.
"Are you serious? Did you say in the hallway?! Was it amazing? I always figured he had to be. He's such a git, but he had to havesomething going for him..."
Hermione blushed. "I'll explain the hallway bit later, but it actually was kind of amazing..."
"Will you meet him again?"
Hermione paused a moment. "I- I think I might."
Ginny/Harry giggled a little at this until Hermione clapped a hand over his mouth.
"Now hush. You have to act like Harry now, we're here."
They peaked around the corner seeing Ron sitting at one of the tables with a girl in a Ravenclaw uniform.
"Who's that?" asked Ginny/Harry.
Hermione shrugged, looking closer. "She's in our year. Mandy, I think?"
"Ohh. Brocklehurst. She has a younger brother."
"Well," said Hermione impatiently, "get in there!"
Ginny/Harry walked a few steps into the Great Hall, then slowed, glancing desperately back at Hermione, who frowned and pointed at Ron. He continued forward realizing as he approached Ron that he had nothing to say.
"Hey Ron, old boy, how's it going?"
Ron looked up, clearly irritated, but trying to keep the irritation from showing on his face for the benefit of his companion. "I'm a little busy Harry, dear buddy." he responded through clenched teeth.
"Oh, I, uh, apologize..." he smiled weakly at Mandy, who smiled patiently back, and then redirected his attention to Ron. "I was looking for Hermione, are you two on a date by any chance?" he asked, the question hurriedly tacked onto the sentence.
Ron, beginning to respond to the first half of the statement was surprised by the question that followed it. "Erm, yes, we are, Harry. So if you don't mind..."
Ginny/Harry took the hint. "Ah... ha, yes. So sorry to interrupt." He turned to leave and fair ran from the Great Hall back to where Hermione was waiting. "I think I'm starting to change back!" he squeaked, his voice higher than usual.
"Oh, oh dear!" said Hermione, fishing for her wand in her robes. Ginny returned to her normal form all at once, but Hermione was ready with a wand to change her robes and uniform back to their normal size. Hermione glanced around and sighed in relief when she confirmed no one had seen. "There. So?" she asked expectantly.
"Well, it's a date. Ron's on a date."
Hermione felt the smallest twinge in her stomach.
"Well good for him, right?"
Ginny shrugged. "Yup. I suppose." A wicked grin came over her. "Now let's get back upstairs so you can tell me all about this morning."
Hermione could feel her face beginning to colour deeply.
Before she could even nod she heard a familiar voice behind her, furious:
"What about this morning?"
It was Harry.
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That's all for this chapter!! O M G, I apologize for the wait. Wowee. Talk about taking forever to get around to something!! This month is awfully busy for me, but hopefully I'll have another chapter for you guys sometime before like, 2010. LOL.
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~ Planeswalker