Author's note: Uhh. Okay. Thanks to the 9 reviews (so far). Yes, people may
go a little crazy and out of hand sometimes but we do that privately! 4 of
my closest friends know my real identity, now; they are going to see me in
different side. I hope they don't start avoiding me thinking I'm a sicko.
Argh, I don't own Harry Potter except for Sammy Bridgedale and a new OC
named Alex Falser. Oh and about why Hermione curses a lot is not because I
think cursing is cool (I am not that shallow!) but because I put myself in
her shoes. She hates Draco and Draco is putting moves on her, I just
figured that if someone tried to 'get' you and you've got a lot of pride,
you'd be cursing him and blackmailing him for every bastard-like action
he's done.
Chapter 4: The Interruption
Draco his hand out from Hermione's thigh and glared at the bastard that interrupted him. He was a Slytherin seventh year, namely Alex Falser. He grinned at Draco wickedly, "Tut, tut, tut. Assaulting the Head Girl of Hogwarts. How very un-Head Boy-like. I expected better from you, Head Boy and all." "Shut up, Alex. Nothing happened," Draco sneered brushing the dust off his shoulder, "Go back to the feast and talk to your fellow quidditch players." "You may be Head Boy, quidditch captain and Seeker but assaulting her is unacceptable! I may just be the Chaser but at least I know my morals." Alex screamed. "She asked for it. It was a bomb waiting to explode." Draco rolled his eyes at how good and moral this Slytherin was. "She's a filthy muggle-born! How can you even touch Gryffindor shit like that?! We are so much better than her." Alex stated. Draco pulled away from Hermione who was still frozen in fright. "I want her, Alex and nobody stops a Malfoy from taking what he wants." Malfoy whispered to the dark brown haired boy with deep turquoise eyes. Alex was startled by this and eyed Hermione, "Well, you can't say she didn't change. Well, she does look er. how do I say this.I. I can't. How can a filthy muggle-born Gryffindor look this good?"
"What is taking that prude so long? Stay here with her while I look for McGonagall." Draco commanded to Alex. Then, in a huff, he disappeared into a corner that lead to the Great Hall, leaving Hermione and Alex alone in the dimly lit, silent corridor. Hermione collapsed on the floor and tears flowed silently down her cheeks. She pondered on everything that had happened, 'It's only the start of the school year and that Malfoy is already trying to get me into his little web of seduction. Is this how powerless I am? I can't even defend myself anymore? The only living proof of his assaults seem useless.' Hermione was correct. Who would believe her? Her motion picture of Draco assaulting her wouldn't go so far. I mean who would believe that Draco would do such a thing when he's got his Pansy and the rest of the Slytherin sluts. 'But. Harry and Ron will believe me! The rest of Gryffindor will believe me wont they?' "Yes! Of course they will. I'll fight back!" She accidentally said aloud. "What was that, Granger? Who will you fight?" Alex said raising his eyebrow. "None of your business, Slytherin crap." Hermione sneered. Alex stood up and kneeled on one knee right in front of her, "I think I now know why Draco Malfoy wants you. You turn him on. With your harsh words, your intellect and with you looking like that." "What do you take me for? A harlot?!" Hermione looked at him intently, her eyes filled with hate and every word said was clustered with venom. "Oh, no, no, no. You don't dress nor act like one. You see, you are the only lady that crossed Draco's path with the guts to slap him or hurt him. Every other girl that does is sweetly sickening and just wants to get laid with him or afraid of him and is just to freakin' quiet. You're different, you see. You can voice out your opinions to anyone at anytime." Alex replied suavely. "Why do you tell me this?" Hermione said coarsely trying to hide a blush, "mere flattery?" "I just thought you wanted to know." He licked her earlobe and she let out a soft moan. Hermione shuddered inwardly but it felt so good she couldn't help it. She closed her eyes to enjoy the passion. The temptation of seduction had taken the best of her. Alex whispered to her ear as he caressed her breast, "You turn me on." With that, he moved closer and moved his tongue to her lips tasting the soft skin avidly. Hermione opened her mouth invitingly and Alex slid in. Their tongues played for a while in each other's mouth. Then Hermione opened her eyes in shock knowing what she just did. She pushed Alex away from her and stood up with the most troubled look on her face. "What did I do? No." she whispered silently to herself. Alex stood up as well and faced her. He smirked cruelly, "So. it seems seduction has taken the better of our dear Head Girl." "That was a minor mistake! I regret doing that! Now, leave me be!" Hermione yelled then turned her back on him and marched away. Alex grabbed both her wrists and pushed her down to the floor with full force. He got on top of her, "Oh, but we aren't finished just yet, my dear Granger." He sucked on her neck as she pummeled her fists at him.
They started to hear muffled footsteps and Alex got off her and walked away. He looked back at her once more and their eyes locked. Hers were filled with hate as his showed malevolence. Alex shouted, "I left a small mark there to remember me by." He laughed nefariously as he strolled into the welcoming darkness.
"Ms. Granger. What are you doing on the floor? ('If only she knew' Hermione thought) Get up, quickly now. I will lead you to your suite." Professor McGonagall said sternly. Hermione quickly did as she was told and followed Professor McGonagall. "So sorry if I was a tad late. Had a run in with Peeves. He was irritating Filch by crashing the suits of armor. Filch was of course peevish like anyone else who Peeves vexed and was kind enough to inform me." McGonagall explained to the two. "Ah, here we are. This is the Portrait Hole." It showed a picture of the balcony scene in Romeo and Juliet. "The password is Se' la vie. I will leave you two here. Good bye." Professor McGonagall was out of sight in a few moments.
Draco and Hermione went inside after the password was said. It was just like what Lupin described, no, it was better. The whole place was halved into Slytherin and Gryffindor. There was a short hallway right in front of them that lead to the common room and their rooms if you walked a bit further. On the left was lavishly decorated with green and silver, Slytherin colors while the right was decorated with gold and maroon, Gryffindor colors. The flames crackled ruefully in the fireplace as they both sat on the comfy couch. Hermione sat on the gold side as Draco sat on the silver part on the left. He sighed and stared at Hermione, "What is that on your neck? Is that a hickey?!" Hermione's eyes widened, she clutched her neck and scrambled her way into the bathroom. She looked at the mirror and gasped in horror. No! Right in the middle of her neck just above her collar was a hickey! Even worse, it was right smack in the middle for the whole world to see. "Who did it, Granger?" Draco Malfoy was leaning his back on the bathroom door, his arms crossed. "Shut up! Get out!" she screamed and threw a bottle of shampoo at him. Being the debonair Seeker he is, Draco caught the bottle and held it firmly, "That was never there. Who did it? It couldn't have been Pothead or the Weasel, they were never there. but Alex was! That bastard! I thought he said he knew his morals. Imagine that, sexually harassing the Head Girl." "Look who's talking?! It's not like you haven't. I can't believe you can't see the irony of this situation. Slytherins are freaks! Horny sick weirdoes!" Hermione marched out the bathroom after slamming the door in Draco's face.
She entered her room and flopped unto her bed. She needed to sleep. This day turned out so damn bad. After changing, she drifted off to a dreamless sleep and a small streak of a tear slid down her cold cheek unknowingly. Yes, tomorrow is a new day, a new start for everything. In her mind, the whole world troubled her but deep within her well-kept thoughts in clandestine, there was a glint of hope.
Author's note: To all my friends out there that know my hidden agenda, already, please don't start avoiding me. I just needed that to come out, and making fictional stories about Harry Potter characters is a good remedy. I AM NOT A SICKO! My family is ganging up on me! They are so curious of this. I don't want my brainless brothers to find out. Argh. This really sucks. I don't have the well-deserved privacy I need to make this. I'm a bit flattered with the reviews and taken aback that I've got no flames yet. It's okay to flame me! This is a flame-friendly fan fic. Sorry if each chapter has a 'hot' scene but I just can't help it. I quote Lancelot Gobbo in Shakespeare's The Merchant of Venice: "The fiend is at mine elbow and tempts me." Those are the actual words. Anyway, I did lay low on Draco pursuing Hermione BUT! My OC rose the flames amongst this web of seduction and deceit (I got that phrase from a trailer. Hahaha! It pays to watch movies). The next chapters will be less graphic and perverted, maybe this time in Draco's point of view. I know how to put myself in the character's shoes when making a story. So expect no fluff in his part but only a fight with his conscience that will remind you of Smeagle (or was it Smeagul?) from Lord of the Rings 2. Of course, he won't say it out loud; it's all in his head. (Love, love, love, love makes the world go round -Powerpuff Girls; followed by loud gagging sounds and poor imitations of barfing)
Chapter 4: The Interruption
Draco his hand out from Hermione's thigh and glared at the bastard that interrupted him. He was a Slytherin seventh year, namely Alex Falser. He grinned at Draco wickedly, "Tut, tut, tut. Assaulting the Head Girl of Hogwarts. How very un-Head Boy-like. I expected better from you, Head Boy and all." "Shut up, Alex. Nothing happened," Draco sneered brushing the dust off his shoulder, "Go back to the feast and talk to your fellow quidditch players." "You may be Head Boy, quidditch captain and Seeker but assaulting her is unacceptable! I may just be the Chaser but at least I know my morals." Alex screamed. "She asked for it. It was a bomb waiting to explode." Draco rolled his eyes at how good and moral this Slytherin was. "She's a filthy muggle-born! How can you even touch Gryffindor shit like that?! We are so much better than her." Alex stated. Draco pulled away from Hermione who was still frozen in fright. "I want her, Alex and nobody stops a Malfoy from taking what he wants." Malfoy whispered to the dark brown haired boy with deep turquoise eyes. Alex was startled by this and eyed Hermione, "Well, you can't say she didn't change. Well, she does look er. how do I say this.I. I can't. How can a filthy muggle-born Gryffindor look this good?"
"What is taking that prude so long? Stay here with her while I look for McGonagall." Draco commanded to Alex. Then, in a huff, he disappeared into a corner that lead to the Great Hall, leaving Hermione and Alex alone in the dimly lit, silent corridor. Hermione collapsed on the floor and tears flowed silently down her cheeks. She pondered on everything that had happened, 'It's only the start of the school year and that Malfoy is already trying to get me into his little web of seduction. Is this how powerless I am? I can't even defend myself anymore? The only living proof of his assaults seem useless.' Hermione was correct. Who would believe her? Her motion picture of Draco assaulting her wouldn't go so far. I mean who would believe that Draco would do such a thing when he's got his Pansy and the rest of the Slytherin sluts. 'But. Harry and Ron will believe me! The rest of Gryffindor will believe me wont they?' "Yes! Of course they will. I'll fight back!" She accidentally said aloud. "What was that, Granger? Who will you fight?" Alex said raising his eyebrow. "None of your business, Slytherin crap." Hermione sneered. Alex stood up and kneeled on one knee right in front of her, "I think I now know why Draco Malfoy wants you. You turn him on. With your harsh words, your intellect and with you looking like that." "What do you take me for? A harlot?!" Hermione looked at him intently, her eyes filled with hate and every word said was clustered with venom. "Oh, no, no, no. You don't dress nor act like one. You see, you are the only lady that crossed Draco's path with the guts to slap him or hurt him. Every other girl that does is sweetly sickening and just wants to get laid with him or afraid of him and is just to freakin' quiet. You're different, you see. You can voice out your opinions to anyone at anytime." Alex replied suavely. "Why do you tell me this?" Hermione said coarsely trying to hide a blush, "mere flattery?" "I just thought you wanted to know." He licked her earlobe and she let out a soft moan. Hermione shuddered inwardly but it felt so good she couldn't help it. She closed her eyes to enjoy the passion. The temptation of seduction had taken the best of her. Alex whispered to her ear as he caressed her breast, "You turn me on." With that, he moved closer and moved his tongue to her lips tasting the soft skin avidly. Hermione opened her mouth invitingly and Alex slid in. Their tongues played for a while in each other's mouth. Then Hermione opened her eyes in shock knowing what she just did. She pushed Alex away from her and stood up with the most troubled look on her face. "What did I do? No." she whispered silently to herself. Alex stood up as well and faced her. He smirked cruelly, "So. it seems seduction has taken the better of our dear Head Girl." "That was a minor mistake! I regret doing that! Now, leave me be!" Hermione yelled then turned her back on him and marched away. Alex grabbed both her wrists and pushed her down to the floor with full force. He got on top of her, "Oh, but we aren't finished just yet, my dear Granger." He sucked on her neck as she pummeled her fists at him.
They started to hear muffled footsteps and Alex got off her and walked away. He looked back at her once more and their eyes locked. Hers were filled with hate as his showed malevolence. Alex shouted, "I left a small mark there to remember me by." He laughed nefariously as he strolled into the welcoming darkness.
"Ms. Granger. What are you doing on the floor? ('If only she knew' Hermione thought) Get up, quickly now. I will lead you to your suite." Professor McGonagall said sternly. Hermione quickly did as she was told and followed Professor McGonagall. "So sorry if I was a tad late. Had a run in with Peeves. He was irritating Filch by crashing the suits of armor. Filch was of course peevish like anyone else who Peeves vexed and was kind enough to inform me." McGonagall explained to the two. "Ah, here we are. This is the Portrait Hole." It showed a picture of the balcony scene in Romeo and Juliet. "The password is Se' la vie. I will leave you two here. Good bye." Professor McGonagall was out of sight in a few moments.
Draco and Hermione went inside after the password was said. It was just like what Lupin described, no, it was better. The whole place was halved into Slytherin and Gryffindor. There was a short hallway right in front of them that lead to the common room and their rooms if you walked a bit further. On the left was lavishly decorated with green and silver, Slytherin colors while the right was decorated with gold and maroon, Gryffindor colors. The flames crackled ruefully in the fireplace as they both sat on the comfy couch. Hermione sat on the gold side as Draco sat on the silver part on the left. He sighed and stared at Hermione, "What is that on your neck? Is that a hickey?!" Hermione's eyes widened, she clutched her neck and scrambled her way into the bathroom. She looked at the mirror and gasped in horror. No! Right in the middle of her neck just above her collar was a hickey! Even worse, it was right smack in the middle for the whole world to see. "Who did it, Granger?" Draco Malfoy was leaning his back on the bathroom door, his arms crossed. "Shut up! Get out!" she screamed and threw a bottle of shampoo at him. Being the debonair Seeker he is, Draco caught the bottle and held it firmly, "That was never there. Who did it? It couldn't have been Pothead or the Weasel, they were never there. but Alex was! That bastard! I thought he said he knew his morals. Imagine that, sexually harassing the Head Girl." "Look who's talking?! It's not like you haven't. I can't believe you can't see the irony of this situation. Slytherins are freaks! Horny sick weirdoes!" Hermione marched out the bathroom after slamming the door in Draco's face.
She entered her room and flopped unto her bed. She needed to sleep. This day turned out so damn bad. After changing, she drifted off to a dreamless sleep and a small streak of a tear slid down her cold cheek unknowingly. Yes, tomorrow is a new day, a new start for everything. In her mind, the whole world troubled her but deep within her well-kept thoughts in clandestine, there was a glint of hope.
Author's note: To all my friends out there that know my hidden agenda, already, please don't start avoiding me. I just needed that to come out, and making fictional stories about Harry Potter characters is a good remedy. I AM NOT A SICKO! My family is ganging up on me! They are so curious of this. I don't want my brainless brothers to find out. Argh. This really sucks. I don't have the well-deserved privacy I need to make this. I'm a bit flattered with the reviews and taken aback that I've got no flames yet. It's okay to flame me! This is a flame-friendly fan fic. Sorry if each chapter has a 'hot' scene but I just can't help it. I quote Lancelot Gobbo in Shakespeare's The Merchant of Venice: "The fiend is at mine elbow and tempts me." Those are the actual words. Anyway, I did lay low on Draco pursuing Hermione BUT! My OC rose the flames amongst this web of seduction and deceit (I got that phrase from a trailer. Hahaha! It pays to watch movies). The next chapters will be less graphic and perverted, maybe this time in Draco's point of view. I know how to put myself in the character's shoes when making a story. So expect no fluff in his part but only a fight with his conscience that will remind you of Smeagle (or was it Smeagul?) from Lord of the Rings 2. Of course, he won't say it out loud; it's all in his head. (Love, love, love, love makes the world go round -Powerpuff Girls; followed by loud gagging sounds and poor imitations of barfing)