Adrenaline Rushes

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Missy/Christina: Sorry this one took a while coming, it has been sat on the computer for days now. The thing is Harley/Dynamite has been away and the silly mare forgot to leave me the password to upload this thing. We've also pinched the chorus from Darius' song 'Rushes' because it fitted this chappie and it's where Harley nicked the title from. Song words are in italics with little ~thingys~ around them.

Oh, one last thing. Our little sister has been grounded and banned from the comp. Let the good times roll! ((sorry Vicks))

Adrenaline Rushes

By: ms-dynamite

Email- ms_dynamite@hellokitty.com or prozac_the_giggle_fairy@hellokitty.com

Chapter Two : A Grand National Winner?!

Draco Malfoy muttered as he fiddled with his hair. It had taken him hours this morning to get it just right and that idiot Potter had to go and mess it up.

His worries about his hair were lessened when he remembered the black eye that would surely appear on Potters face over the next day. Sniggering he decided that that alone was worth the hassle over his hair.

By the time he was finally happy with the state of his crowning glory Draco felt the train grind to a halt. Dashing to the door of his compartment he checked for Tweedle Dum and Tweedle Dumber or Crabbe and Goyle. There was no sign of them.

'Probably trying to figure out how to open the door. Morons.' He thought as he glanced about, luckily there was also no sign of Pansy -bury me in a Y shape coffin- Parkinson. Not taking any chances, Draco grabbed his things and ran off the train, heading for the relative safety of the massed crowd of students.

Pulling on his robes as he recovered from the dash, straightening up he smoothed his shoulders and put on that smirk.

He was back baby.

As he checked once more for any threat, he spotted a couple of potential targets for fucking over. His smirk grew. This was his last year and he was going to make the most of it. For here was a boy determined to leave this dump a legend.

*~*~*

Once Hermione was off the train she stretched and half yawned. Putting the book in her bag. Removing her cap she undid her bunches and shook her hair out of the plaits. It was then that she noticed him staring.

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Draco was flirting with the younger students, and enjoying it immensely. The girls all looked at him as they passed, he would smirk at them, or wink. For a few of the pretty ones he licked his lips or bit his bottom one. He found the different shades of red they turned greatly amusing.

Looking away for a moment he checked for Pansy. Still all clear. As he turned back someone caught his eye. She looked the perfect first target. Dressed in dirty denim jeans and dark red jumper with a red cap with the writing 'Red Devils' upon it.

That slogan of course went straight over his pretty blonde head.

Her face was obscured by a book that she seemed deeply interested in. With a yawn the girl put the book away and stretched. There was something strangely familiar about her but Draco couldn't quite put his finger on what. She began to undo her hair and it was then she removed her cap and shook her hair loose from the plaits. Draco didn't realise he was staring until she looked directly at him. Taken aback, but recovering quickly, he gave her a flirtatious smirk and licked his lips.

She turned red, put her cap back on and hurried off. As he watched her vanish, Draco was puzzled by the fact that his heart was beating double time.

~When I see your blushes

From the compliment of my intentions

There's something inside I'm getting rushes

The adrenaline rushesAnd I'm fascinated

That you really don't know how to take it

When I look at you that way you feel naked

Oh, I'm so into you I'm getting rushes~

*~*~*

Hermione hurried along the platform, willing the blush upon her cheeks to go away. That little bastard Malfoy. Who did he think he was? God's gift to women?

'Well…' her thoughts drifted. Snapping herself out of it she regained composure. 'Ok Hermione, let's thing about him rationally. I mean, what is so great about him anyway?' stopping, Hermione leant against a convenient wall.

'Well there's his perfect hair, perfect teeth … that smirk..' she could feel herself melting at the thought of it. '… those smouldering eyes… his hands…' with her eyes closed, Hermione smiled as her mind wandered on the subject of those hands and exactly what he could do with them….

"Hermione!"

Startled out of her thoughts she looked to the source of the call.

"Oh, um, hiya Ginny." She said half heatedly, a little embarrassed at being caught whilst day dreaming.

Ginny Weasley looked at her sideways, "Are you alright? You're eyes were shut and you had a funny look on your face …" She paused and smirked. "Where you fantasising about someone?!"

"NO!"

Ginny looked at her.

"No." Hermione stubbornly defended.

Ginny titled her head to one side in silent scrutiny.

"Maybe." Hermione muttered in defeat.

Ginny squealed. "I knew it!" clapping her hands before she calmed a little. "Who?"

"If I told you. You'd kill me."

Rolling her eyes, Ginny took Hermione's arm and they began to walk. "Look, if it was Malfoy, join the club."

Hermione looked at her friend sharply. "Huh?"

Sighing, the red head gave her a long suffering look. "Hermione. Everyone," as she spoke she waved her arms about to signify 'everyone', "Female, and occasionally male."

"Eh?"

"Has fantasies about a certain platinum god. Myself included."

"Yeah, but the way he looked at me earlier…" Hermione drifted off.

"Once again, join the club. If you were even thinking of doing anything remotely jiggy with him … DON'T!"

Hermione jumped at the last word. "Why? He's so.."

"Gorgeous? Hunky? Perfect? Shagadelic?"

"Exactly."

"Just because he has sexy smirk, blazing eyes, a six pack and carries a package like a Grand National winner …" Ginny briefly forgot where she was going with the sentence, "Oh yeah. Does NOT make him a nice person!"

Hermione looked at her, "A Grand National winner?"

The red head simply nodded with a smothered giggle.

"Do you speak from experience?"

"Do I detect jealousy? Anyway, no. He's not a fan of red heads, natural or not. I have been reliably informed by many people." Ginny managed whilst fighting a sneeze.

"Oh Lord, you haven't got a cold too have you?" Hermione sighed as she handed her a tissue. "What else did they say?"

Ginny sighed as she blew her nose "Well, one girl said he packed one like an elephant." She chuckled as she threw the tissue in a bin."But I seriously doubt he would be able to stand if he did."

"He wouldn't need to."

It was then that they both dissolved into fits of giggles.

*~*~*

"OH GOD. DRACO!" was the only sound coming from a supposedly empty compartment.

A moment later, a pleased looking Draco emerged, he closed the door and zipped up the flies on his trousers. Dusting himself down and smoothing his hair he moved off along the train. As he walked he read a piece of paper that was in his hand, it simply read ..

Carrie

Ravenclaw

Write me. x

Smirking, he screwed it up and chucked it in a bin,

"Not bloody likely." He muttered. As he left the train he spotted Granger and the little Weasley. Tilting his head slightly he watched her. It was then he decided that the little mudblood would be his … and his alone.

This was going to be a very good year indeed.

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This one isn't very long either, but I have a thing about writing chapters in one shot. And right now I have a stiff neck, a dead leg, a sister who is ordering me to turn my music down and some History coursework to finish.

How was this chapter? Should I post another? I don't know .. you tell me! REVIEW REVIEW etc.

Harley (and Chrissy) xx