Disclaimer: Nope, no characters belong to me. Though I threaten to kill J.
K. and steal Harry Potter every chance I get!!
A/N: Sweet. People are actually enjoying my story! Yay! I cherish all the reviews I get!
By the way, Hermione wasn't naked under her robes...She just wasn't wearing a bra. And you would not believe how much you see when you lose a button from my school uniform. Just thought I'd clear that up.
Draco Malfoy lent against the cold, stone wall of an empty classroom. Had he just seen what he thought he had seen? The know-it-all, yet utterly tempting, Hermione Granger's small, yet still beautiful chest? Sure, he hadn't seen it all, but dear gods, it had definitely made his mouth water.
The pale boy squeezed his eyes shut, as he sunk to the floor. He wanted, almost needed, to see more of her. He let out a small moan as he felt himself beginning to grow hard.
'Not now!' he thought desperately. 'Think un-sexy thoughts, think un-sexy thoughts...'
Draco gulped down a breath of air, as a thought of his to dense friends naked. Although it was extremely difficult, the thought of Hermione's breasts finally drifted from his mind. He pushed himself up, and slowly opened the door. He poked his head out- and came face to face with Professor McGonagall.
"Professor!" Draco yelped, his eyes growing wide.
"What, pray tell, were you doing in an empty classroom when breakfast is being served in the Great Hall?" the middle-aged Professor asked, crossing her arms over her chest.
The boy paused. He obviously couldn't say that he had been daydreaming about his Gryffindor peer giving him a lap-dance, could he? He took a deep breath before replying, the normal harshness in his voice overpowering his fear.
"I was looking for someone," he said, straightening his back, and stepping out of the classroom.
"And who would this 'someone' be, Mister Malfoy?"
"That is none of your business!" he snapped. Bad answer, bad answer. He knew he was going to get into trouble for doing that.
The Gryffindor Head rose an eyebrow, and clucked her tongue.
"Mister Malfoy, you do realize that I am your Professor, and that I could easily put you on detention for making that remark?"
As much as the sixth-year wanted to run and jump in his bed (though more into Hermione's), he simply nodded quickly, his feet seeming to be rooted to the spot. McGonagall stared down at him, her eyes full of suspicion. Draco swallowed the large lump that was forming in his throat. What was she going to do to him? He could tell she was clearly thinking this over- her brow was narrowed, her eyes were squinted.
"You have certainly broken more then one of the school rules, Mister Malfoy,"
Draco nodded, trying to keep the famous cruel expression on his face.
"And you do realize you are going to be punished?"
"But Potter never gets punished for breaking school rules!" Draco cried.
"Mister Potter has nothing to do with your rule-breaking,"
Draco scowled. It was all because of Potter that he was more then likely get dozen or so points taken off from Slytherin and a detention. It was because of Potter that he had met Granger. And it was because of Granger that he had been in the classroom. And it was because of the bloody school rules that he had left the classroom to go to the Great Hall.
"Now, about you punishment. Twenty points will be deducted from Slytherin for not only being in a classroom for no particular reason whatsoever, and another ten for being rude to one of your teachers. I will also expect you to meet me in my office after dinner tonight for you detention".
Draco silently groaned.
"I really do expect more from you. Your father had such an excellent reputation- even for a Slytherin" And with that final comment, the Transfiguration teach motioned for Draco to move, which he did, deciding he didn't want to get into more trouble. He could feel her right at his heels. Even though he now hated her more then he did before, he had to admit it was a good way to stop himself from grabbing himself.
As they headed quickly down the corridor, Professor McGonagall lent over the seventeen-year-old boy and pushed open the doors to the Great Hall. Draco virtually sprinted in trying to keep himself in his snobby pose.
"Remember, Mister Malfoy, my office after dinner"
"Yes, Professor," he muttered under his breath. He could feel her eyes in the back of his head as he head towards the Slytherin table. He sat down quickly, giving a 'don't-worry-she's-just-a-bitch' grunt to Crabbe and Goyle, as he nodded over to McGonagall. The two boys nodded, and grabbed a pancake from their plates, throwing them whole into their mouths. Holding back the bile that was threatening to explode out of his mouth, he grabbed a goblet and swallowed the pumpkin juice that lay inside. He took a quick gaze around the large room. He had an almost perfect view of the Gryffindor girl that drove him insane. It was almost obvious that she was trying not to look at him. He didn't entirely mean to pop the button off her robes. Sure he wanted to have a look to see if she was big busted- which she wasn't, he thought. Even he knew that if a girl didn't wear a bra they must be fairly small.
Draco broke his gaze from, in his point of view, the fallen angel that had tormented him silently for so long. He finally looked down at his breakfast, and picked up the fork that lay by the plate. He slowly began to eat the bacon-and-eggs that magically appeared before him. He felt a hard tap in his shoulder, and his head immediately snapped up.
"Pansy, next time could you at say my name instead of nearly snapping my shoulder out of its socket?"
The almost overweight girl snorted what seemed a vague attempt to giggle, before resting her hand in Draco's lap. The boy, whom Pansy thought shared her obvious affections that she held for him, squirmed, as he shifted away from her.
"What's wrong, love?" Pansy asked, pouting.
"I'm not your 'love,'" Draco muttered, feeling the bile resurfacing. Pansy frowned, and watched him.
"You've been acting awfully strange lately," she commented, continuing to watch him.
"I'm fine..." he muttered, looking down.
"Sure? I could give you a back massage!"
"No!"
Silence. Good or bad? 'Obviously the frigging bitch is to dumb to realize that I'm not interested in her' Draco thought. 'She'd be perfect for Crabbe and Goyle!'
"Alright. But the offers always up!"
Draco shook his head. He'd love a back massage from Hermione. Then again, he'd love to see Hermione dancing circles around him. Or at least dancing in any matter, as long as it was for him.
TBC
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A/N: Chapter 3 done! If you want to give me some ideas just leave a review with your idea in it. I'll consider all, but I can't but them all in. It's just that I like to give the people that read my stories participate. I love people reading them, but I'd like to give them a chance to do something other then read them. I'm so nice... *snickers* Yeah right!!
Anyway, just leave a quick review, and I'll have Chapter 4 posted A.S.A.P.!
A/N: Sweet. People are actually enjoying my story! Yay! I cherish all the reviews I get!
By the way, Hermione wasn't naked under her robes...She just wasn't wearing a bra. And you would not believe how much you see when you lose a button from my school uniform. Just thought I'd clear that up.
Draco Malfoy lent against the cold, stone wall of an empty classroom. Had he just seen what he thought he had seen? The know-it-all, yet utterly tempting, Hermione Granger's small, yet still beautiful chest? Sure, he hadn't seen it all, but dear gods, it had definitely made his mouth water.
The pale boy squeezed his eyes shut, as he sunk to the floor. He wanted, almost needed, to see more of her. He let out a small moan as he felt himself beginning to grow hard.
'Not now!' he thought desperately. 'Think un-sexy thoughts, think un-sexy thoughts...'
Draco gulped down a breath of air, as a thought of his to dense friends naked. Although it was extremely difficult, the thought of Hermione's breasts finally drifted from his mind. He pushed himself up, and slowly opened the door. He poked his head out- and came face to face with Professor McGonagall.
"Professor!" Draco yelped, his eyes growing wide.
"What, pray tell, were you doing in an empty classroom when breakfast is being served in the Great Hall?" the middle-aged Professor asked, crossing her arms over her chest.
The boy paused. He obviously couldn't say that he had been daydreaming about his Gryffindor peer giving him a lap-dance, could he? He took a deep breath before replying, the normal harshness in his voice overpowering his fear.
"I was looking for someone," he said, straightening his back, and stepping out of the classroom.
"And who would this 'someone' be, Mister Malfoy?"
"That is none of your business!" he snapped. Bad answer, bad answer. He knew he was going to get into trouble for doing that.
The Gryffindor Head rose an eyebrow, and clucked her tongue.
"Mister Malfoy, you do realize that I am your Professor, and that I could easily put you on detention for making that remark?"
As much as the sixth-year wanted to run and jump in his bed (though more into Hermione's), he simply nodded quickly, his feet seeming to be rooted to the spot. McGonagall stared down at him, her eyes full of suspicion. Draco swallowed the large lump that was forming in his throat. What was she going to do to him? He could tell she was clearly thinking this over- her brow was narrowed, her eyes were squinted.
"You have certainly broken more then one of the school rules, Mister Malfoy,"
Draco nodded, trying to keep the famous cruel expression on his face.
"And you do realize you are going to be punished?"
"But Potter never gets punished for breaking school rules!" Draco cried.
"Mister Potter has nothing to do with your rule-breaking,"
Draco scowled. It was all because of Potter that he was more then likely get dozen or so points taken off from Slytherin and a detention. It was because of Potter that he had met Granger. And it was because of Granger that he had been in the classroom. And it was because of the bloody school rules that he had left the classroom to go to the Great Hall.
"Now, about you punishment. Twenty points will be deducted from Slytherin for not only being in a classroom for no particular reason whatsoever, and another ten for being rude to one of your teachers. I will also expect you to meet me in my office after dinner tonight for you detention".
Draco silently groaned.
"I really do expect more from you. Your father had such an excellent reputation- even for a Slytherin" And with that final comment, the Transfiguration teach motioned for Draco to move, which he did, deciding he didn't want to get into more trouble. He could feel her right at his heels. Even though he now hated her more then he did before, he had to admit it was a good way to stop himself from grabbing himself.
As they headed quickly down the corridor, Professor McGonagall lent over the seventeen-year-old boy and pushed open the doors to the Great Hall. Draco virtually sprinted in trying to keep himself in his snobby pose.
"Remember, Mister Malfoy, my office after dinner"
"Yes, Professor," he muttered under his breath. He could feel her eyes in the back of his head as he head towards the Slytherin table. He sat down quickly, giving a 'don't-worry-she's-just-a-bitch' grunt to Crabbe and Goyle, as he nodded over to McGonagall. The two boys nodded, and grabbed a pancake from their plates, throwing them whole into their mouths. Holding back the bile that was threatening to explode out of his mouth, he grabbed a goblet and swallowed the pumpkin juice that lay inside. He took a quick gaze around the large room. He had an almost perfect view of the Gryffindor girl that drove him insane. It was almost obvious that she was trying not to look at him. He didn't entirely mean to pop the button off her robes. Sure he wanted to have a look to see if she was big busted- which she wasn't, he thought. Even he knew that if a girl didn't wear a bra they must be fairly small.
Draco broke his gaze from, in his point of view, the fallen angel that had tormented him silently for so long. He finally looked down at his breakfast, and picked up the fork that lay by the plate. He slowly began to eat the bacon-and-eggs that magically appeared before him. He felt a hard tap in his shoulder, and his head immediately snapped up.
"Pansy, next time could you at say my name instead of nearly snapping my shoulder out of its socket?"
The almost overweight girl snorted what seemed a vague attempt to giggle, before resting her hand in Draco's lap. The boy, whom Pansy thought shared her obvious affections that she held for him, squirmed, as he shifted away from her.
"What's wrong, love?" Pansy asked, pouting.
"I'm not your 'love,'" Draco muttered, feeling the bile resurfacing. Pansy frowned, and watched him.
"You've been acting awfully strange lately," she commented, continuing to watch him.
"I'm fine..." he muttered, looking down.
"Sure? I could give you a back massage!"
"No!"
Silence. Good or bad? 'Obviously the frigging bitch is to dumb to realize that I'm not interested in her' Draco thought. 'She'd be perfect for Crabbe and Goyle!'
"Alright. But the offers always up!"
Draco shook his head. He'd love a back massage from Hermione. Then again, he'd love to see Hermione dancing circles around him. Or at least dancing in any matter, as long as it was for him.
TBC
***
A/N: Chapter 3 done! If you want to give me some ideas just leave a review with your idea in it. I'll consider all, but I can't but them all in. It's just that I like to give the people that read my stories participate. I love people reading them, but I'd like to give them a chance to do something other then read them. I'm so nice... *snickers* Yeah right!!
Anyway, just leave a quick review, and I'll have Chapter 4 posted A.S.A.P.!
