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Chapter 9
Draco, as quietly as possible, began to work his way towards the place where Potter and Granger had run off. There she was, squatting on the ground with her head in her hands and Potter's eyes directly on her and looking like he was about to cry. "Man, what the hell happened here?" Draco thought. But he didn't have to ask. Neville did it for him. "Hey guys. What's going on here?" he asked, spilling some punch on the ground. He didn't receive much of a reply however; Potter promptly walked away and Hermione only sobbed. While Longbottom stood there looking dumbfounded, Draco walked over to where Hermione was crouched and began to rub her back, whispering positive reinforcements. To Draco's surprise, she stood up and pushed him very violently. "Go away!" she screamed. "Just. go away."
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Hermione was so confused. She just wanted to be left alone. "Go away! Just. go away." Neville took that as a hint and scuttled off. But Draco didn't leave. Instead, he slipped his hands around her waist and held her there. But Hermione was mad, and sad, and hurt, and she was perplexed. She didn't want his slimy arms around her. Once again, she pushed him very roughly away from her. "Can't you take a hint?!" she yelled, "Leave me alone!" He needed no more persuasion; with a quick look of pure venom towards her, he was gone. Hermione felt as if she were going to vomit. Her insides were churning and her heart was beating entirely too fast. She paced back and forth, practically pulling out the hair on her head by its roots just trying to sort everything out. Five minutes later, she found out that thinking hard about everything didn't help. Still confused, she ran inside and up to the Gryffindor tower. Thankful that the ball was still in full effect, she ran into her dorm, fell onto her bed, and went to sleep.
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Draco was pissed off. Granger had just pushed him away. She had just refused him. Nobody did that to a Malfoy. He walked back into the Great Hall and soon found Pansy. She said a quick goodbye to her friends and they were off to the Slytherin common room. He pushed her in and as soon as the entrance closed, turned her around and slipped his hands down to her hips. "Why don't you show me now what the Mudblood never would have dared to?" he said. Licking her lips suggestively, she slid off his robes and brought her hands from his neck down to his chest. She nipped at his neck and licked it lightly. But, Draco was impatient and didn't enjoy the teasing. He forcefully grabbed her wrists and pushed her against a wall. If the girl was scared or nervous about his roughness, she didn't show any signs of it. Instead, she played along. Draco knew that Pansy enjoyed being submissive. He knew she liked to feel small and helpless. That's how most Slytherins are, after all. They either get high on power trips or get off on making others feel more powerful. Pansy could go either way, really. But for now she was feeble and powerless in Draco's strong grip. He brought his lips down to hers and kissed her. Not the kind of kiss he would ever have with Granger. The kiss was not gentle or loving. It wasn't passionate or caring. This kiss was an ill-tempered son of a bitch. Full of fury and rage. He bit her bottom lip fiercely and looked up at her. Her dark blue eyes were full of hunger and he pierced through her gaze with his cold, distant eyes. He pushed her harder against the wall and left to go up to his dorm. Without undressing, he fell onto his bed and tried to sleep.
A/N: I was afraid to use this part. It may be a little too... risqué. for some of you. I thought it was a nice touch, personally though. So, review, Crazypants.
Chapter 9
Draco, as quietly as possible, began to work his way towards the place where Potter and Granger had run off. There she was, squatting on the ground with her head in her hands and Potter's eyes directly on her and looking like he was about to cry. "Man, what the hell happened here?" Draco thought. But he didn't have to ask. Neville did it for him. "Hey guys. What's going on here?" he asked, spilling some punch on the ground. He didn't receive much of a reply however; Potter promptly walked away and Hermione only sobbed. While Longbottom stood there looking dumbfounded, Draco walked over to where Hermione was crouched and began to rub her back, whispering positive reinforcements. To Draco's surprise, she stood up and pushed him very violently. "Go away!" she screamed. "Just. go away."
- - - - - - - -
Hermione was so confused. She just wanted to be left alone. "Go away! Just. go away." Neville took that as a hint and scuttled off. But Draco didn't leave. Instead, he slipped his hands around her waist and held her there. But Hermione was mad, and sad, and hurt, and she was perplexed. She didn't want his slimy arms around her. Once again, she pushed him very roughly away from her. "Can't you take a hint?!" she yelled, "Leave me alone!" He needed no more persuasion; with a quick look of pure venom towards her, he was gone. Hermione felt as if she were going to vomit. Her insides were churning and her heart was beating entirely too fast. She paced back and forth, practically pulling out the hair on her head by its roots just trying to sort everything out. Five minutes later, she found out that thinking hard about everything didn't help. Still confused, she ran inside and up to the Gryffindor tower. Thankful that the ball was still in full effect, she ran into her dorm, fell onto her bed, and went to sleep.
- - - - - - - - -
Draco was pissed off. Granger had just pushed him away. She had just refused him. Nobody did that to a Malfoy. He walked back into the Great Hall and soon found Pansy. She said a quick goodbye to her friends and they were off to the Slytherin common room. He pushed her in and as soon as the entrance closed, turned her around and slipped his hands down to her hips. "Why don't you show me now what the Mudblood never would have dared to?" he said. Licking her lips suggestively, she slid off his robes and brought her hands from his neck down to his chest. She nipped at his neck and licked it lightly. But, Draco was impatient and didn't enjoy the teasing. He forcefully grabbed her wrists and pushed her against a wall. If the girl was scared or nervous about his roughness, she didn't show any signs of it. Instead, she played along. Draco knew that Pansy enjoyed being submissive. He knew she liked to feel small and helpless. That's how most Slytherins are, after all. They either get high on power trips or get off on making others feel more powerful. Pansy could go either way, really. But for now she was feeble and powerless in Draco's strong grip. He brought his lips down to hers and kissed her. Not the kind of kiss he would ever have with Granger. The kiss was not gentle or loving. It wasn't passionate or caring. This kiss was an ill-tempered son of a bitch. Full of fury and rage. He bit her bottom lip fiercely and looked up at her. Her dark blue eyes were full of hunger and he pierced through her gaze with his cold, distant eyes. He pushed her harder against the wall and left to go up to his dorm. Without undressing, he fell onto his bed and tried to sleep.
A/N: I was afraid to use this part. It may be a little too... risqué. for some of you. I thought it was a nice touch, personally though. So, review, Crazypants.