Sixth Year pt. II (snippet)
Prospero's Pernicious Poisons could be useful. Common for Potions usage, uncommon enough to hold a passage on Muggle based poisons… They'd never expect it. Draco cracked open the illuminated manuscript.
He riffled through the poisons, tinctures, and elixirs. Many were too obvious, another took three months to brew, one required the feather of a female Snallygaster hatched on a day of an eclipse. All worthless to his assignment.
An unremarkable looking etch of a mushroom caught the would-be assassin's attention. Death Cap Mushroom Draught… Old Slughorn would be teaching a unit on poisons soon… Autumnal harvest time... Oak trees… The Forbidden Forest is the most possible place-
The groan of wood behind him splintered Draco's focus. Snapping the book closed he strains his ears, the junior Death Eater was duel ready.
Casting a wandless cushioning charm and an adjunct Muffliato, Draco made his way to the opposite end of the bookcase. He kept his polished Hawthorne up and pointed as he crept through the row of dust covered books.
The vague outline of a knitted grey jumper betrayed his shadow's hiding spot. Draco could distinguish that owl's nest from anywhere, she is total shite at this…
The exasperated blonde needed her swotty arse miles away from his already complicated situation. Draco didn't need the knowledge of her fondness for berry scented lip balm and the distinct tint of her rouged cheeks flitting around in his memories.
He focused on his Occluding and resolved to send the Gryffindor Princess retreating back to the lion's den.
With a little too much force, he wrenched Granger by the crook of her arm and pinned her back to the stacks. Her startled screech caused him to shoot a hand over her lips.
The quick twitch of her pulse underneath his fingers and her wild honey eyes made Draco's Occlusion wobble. The Slytherin in him enjoyed rendering the straight-laced bookworm mute.
"What in Merlin's name are you doing following me Granger?" Draco asked with simulated hostility.
Before she could get a word in edgewise, "Cornering me in alcoves Golden Girl? Desperate these days then,"
The brunette pushed at him warningly causing his hand to drop from her lips. Granger's fists clenched in fury trying to side step past the taller boy.
"Weasley unable to charm those iron knickers off?"
His own skin crawled at the thought of the ginger git laying a finger on her. Granger's face puckered in outrage and she shoved at his chest in frustration.
"As repulsive as ever, ferret." she spat out.
Draco stayed in her path unwilling to move. Like a caged rabbit looking for the smallest window...
"Answer my question Granger," Draco demanded.
"Thinking about my knickers a lot these days Malfoy?" Granger snarked, bypassing his request.
Malfoy looked stunned for less than a microsecond. His cool, slate gaze looked glassy.
"What would Daddy say?" Hermione taunted.
Draco growled lowly, "That's not what I meant and you know it. You followed me here Princess."
"Don't flatter yourself Malfoy, I needed something from the Restricted Section."
Granger was always a terrible liar. She couldn't meet his eye and kept shifting her weight from either foot just itching for any opportunity to dash.
"So unless you're going to run and tattle to Madam Pince, I'll just be on my w-"
Draco inched forward causing her to halt, he leveled his gaze "Frankly that is the poorest excuse of a lie I've ever heard."
This close to him she could see the jarring extent of his fatigue. He'd grown a head taller than her and the outlines of his shoulders were more pronounced.
Hermione would describe his features to be severe and angular. Although still annoyingly and indubitably handsome much to her displeasure.
"You have taken one too many Bludgers to the head" the brunette puffed indignantly.
She managed to slip past his arm. Thank the gods!
Hermione wanted to just douse herself in the lake and get every lecherous thought of that smarmy blonde ponce out of her brain.
In a lightning-fast tactical maneuver Hermione had never even read about, Draco Malfoy had her re-pinned to the stacks. His forearm spanning the length of her chest, he held her there. The green-robed Slytherin placed enough pressure to keep the shorter girl in place.
The softness of her body was heady and Draco's Occlusion was slipping.
"... Here is my deduction Granger, that curious little nature of yours will lead you too far out of your depths" a smirk subconsciously molded into his lips.
They were so close he didn't have to raise his voice a single decibel. Their verbal forays always made her blood boil and not exclusively out of anger. She wiggled against his arm, but he was relentless.
"Is this the part where you ominously warn me with some derivative dictum?" Hermione asked hotly.
Her lion's mane frizzed with energy and her fire licked at his cold, numbed skin. It's been so long without her warmth.
"Curiosity killing the cat or some tripe?" the tempestuous Gryffindor continued.
She thrashed harder against him, choking on his pheromones and the acute pain on her sternum. For every one of her movements Malfoy would dig a little harder into her chest. Hermione grunted in discomfort.
"-But satisfaction brought it back." He finished her idiom for her.
The curly haired witch was absolutely embarrassed and incensed. Hermione regretted declining that summer of self-defense lessons with her mum. The little hellion had to improvise so she braced her leg to knee the Slytherin in the family vault.
Hermione Granger would have never in a million lifetimes expected to feel his hard thigh between her legs securing her contumacious knee. She could no longer feign being unaffected.
For fucks sake you traitor! Hermione scolded her libido.
Her regulation length skirt rode up her thighs and she was in danger of leaving a damp spot on his slacks.
"Where is that smart mouth now, Kitten?" Draco questioned.
All she could feel was his nearness, all she could smell was new parchment and the clean, crisp scent of his ungodly priced cologne.
The tall blonde noticed her blush blooming down her neck past her collar. He would give every galleon of his inheritance to know what thoughts had crossed that very vivid imagination of hers.
Hermione watched his pretty mouth curve smugly. She had to remind herself to breathe.
Pragmatically she knows what she should do, but the dull throb below her waist yearned for something different. Her thoughts were so loud he could hear snippets of it.
"There's that curiosity again, Granger," he chuckled melodically.
There trapped between the heat of him and the wood of a tall bookcase she felt an ache at the juncture of her thighs.
Hermione wanted to know if his fingers would softly card through her curls or roughly tug at her locks or if his lips tasted like those apples he was so damned fond of.
She finally understood those superfluous erotica writers when they would harp on about getting drunk off of a person. Draco Malfoy left her dizzy and light-headed. He renders her faculties about as useful as a faulty remembrall.
The color of his eyes melted into something hotter and Hermione felt that familiar pull to his lips.
"I wonder Golden Girl… do you taste like golden sin?" he whispered more to himself.
Her tongue darted out to moisten her bottom lip habitually and the tatters of Draco's Occlusion fell away. He leaned into the shell of her ear.
"Granger, if you have an ounce of self-preservation you'll walk away" his breath warm on her neck.
Her near pathological fascination with him and her Merlin damned curiosity did kill the fucking cat.
Hermione tipped her chin up to capture the corner of his mouth. Her magic purred in her veins. The lust was searing her blood and the lioness wanted so much more. She mewled when his large possessive hands found purchase on her neck, pulling her closer.
His kiss tasted like the sweetest of secrets and she couldn't get enough. And the ravenous and insistent press of their lips made that huge brain of hers malfunction.
Hermione learned Draco Malfoy's fingers did like to tug at her curls. He chased her lips like an addict looking for another high.
How could they have ever thought they'd be able to douse this inferno? Her soft groan was musical and her hands travelled to rest on his.
Once Hermione's fingertips stroked up his forearms and Draco physically winced. He recoiled from her like she'd electrocuted him.
Her skin was buzzing and her eyes felt heavy. This new kind of tension between them petrified her.
The lust fog had lifted and Malfoy looked like he was going to be sick. He stared at her for an indefinite amount of time like he wanted to say something, but he just couldn't find the words.
The brunette witch saw the cold mask slip back on his countenance and his beautifully expressive eyes froze over.
There was no more getting through his walls and Malfoy walked away.
Bollocks.
Author's Note: Short chapter this time around. I had a breakdown, a major depressive episode, started a new semester in college, I am now fully peroxide blonde, and my boyfriend of 4 years and I (amicably) split. And my brain just feels like baby food, I promise a more quality upload next time. But Virgo szn is just doing me mad dirty atm.
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