Chapter 12
That was probably a mistake, Hermione thought to herself, doing her rounds later that evening. Poor Ron. What a dirty trick to play on him. Damn, I'm good. Right after she had 'come out' Ron had bolted from his seat and up to his dorm room. She had explained to Parvati and Lavender the truth, and after some persuading, they believed her. Ron, she would let stew overnight. He deserved it.
At the moment though, she had ten minutes to decide whether or not she should meet Draco at eleven, as he had so cleverly hinted. She could admit that at times he could be smart. That was one reason to be attracted to him-and she was-that and his great body. Two things comforted Hermione though. One, he wouldn't dare actually hurting her. He was a coward. She was a Gryffindor. Two, she was smarter than any other student in the school. Smart enough, anyway, to bring her wand with her the second time around.
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Draco was annoyed with Pansy. He didn't care if she was a lesbian. He'd heard that lots of girls did it. He was annoyed that she had come to this discovery after they had dated. He was the only man she had ever slept with, and that was enough to make her join the other team. This gave him doubts of his 'manliness' that he had never questioned before.
It was just after eleven, he realized, checking his watch. There was no Granger in sight. He knew she wasn't going to show. Why would she? More likely she was off getting to know Pansy more intimately. Wouldn't mind watching that, he thought absently.
A few minutes later she appeared down the hall. "We need to talk," she said as they met up.
He shrugged. "Sure."
"Does it have to be here?"
He looked around. Dark atmosphere, dank floors.it looked good to him. "Well.I guess I know a place." He took her around a corner, up a short flight of stairs, until they stopped at a door.
"Snape's office!" Hermione exclaimed as he took a key out of his pocket and opened the door. "Hey, how'd you get a key?"
"Skeleton Key. Stole it from Filch."
They entered. Snape's office was spotless. Rigidly clean even. Draco threw himself into Snape's chair and put his feet on the desk. "Come sit on professor's lap," he joked, patting his leg. "If you do, I'll give you an A."
Hermione let slip a small smile, and Draco surprised himself by being pleased. She ignored his lap, but sat on the edge of the desk.
****
You stupid, stupid girl, she lectured herself. You're getting into so much trouble right now, and then you're going to get into more. Break this off. Now!
"Look Malfoy. If you *ever* attempt a repeat of the other night, I swear I will gut you, and make a necklace out of your entrails." If he could get any paler, she noticed, he would have.
"Just don't gay on me, okay? I'm not going through *that* any more."
Turn gay? Hermione started to giggle, then laugh, uncontrollably. She was grateful that she was sitting down, because falling backwards on Snape's desk, scattering papers, was bad enough.
"If you would hold still," he frowned, "I would take advantage of you." This only made her laugh harder.
When she regained a hold of herself, she found him looking down at her. Very annoyed. "Sorry," she said sheepishly. "Inside joke. You wouldn't get it." She pushed herself into a sitting position again. "Why ever would you think I was gay? Rumors don't spread that fast!"
"If you must know, the first girl I ever slept with decided she was a lesbian."
"Pansy? I would have never guessed. Well, I'm sure you helped her along."
He scowled. "This isn't what you were going to talk about."
"No." She sighed. "If only you could be as civil as you are now all the time. Then there would be no problem."
"Oh, sorry. What are you getting at, you stupid little cunt? That better?"
"You really hurt me."
"Does it look like I care?"
"That's why we can't do this anymore. Not that I'm looking for anything more than a-than a quick fuck every once and a while."
"I'm glad we're on the same page."
"But you're abusive. I can't let my mind-or my body-take the damage you cause me. I don't like it, and besides, it's not healthy. That's it."
****
Draco stood up straight. "Well, if that's how you really feel.I guess I can respect your wishes." He spoke the lie as he inched over to the door. Reaching the doorknob, he took the key and locked it. "Or, we could just forget the whole thing." He started to undo his pants. "I've wanted your mouth on my dick ever since you got that thing in your tongue. What do you have to say about that?"
"I think my patience with you is wearing thin." She jumped off the desk. "No more after this, right?"
He couldn't believe it. Hermione Granger, bitch extraordinaire, agreeing so easily? It had to be a trick, but as she knelt before him, he forgot caution. Forgot everything. Whoever came up with that muggle device was a fuckin' genius. He rested his hands on her head and closed his eyes.
****
Hermione kind of wanted to see what it was like, and it wasn't too bad. The sounds it was making Malfoy produce were some of the most interesting she had ever heard. But she had more important things on her mind.
She glanced up at Malfoy. His eyes were closed and he was breathing heavily. He was paying no attention to her, so she slipped her wand out of her pocket. She took a break to do a little hand work while she pointed and whispered a spell under her breath that he didn't notice, and probably wouldn't until morning.
***
The next morning Malfoy awoke still feeling very satisfied. He made his way to the bathroom. Standing at the toilet, he noticed that something was most certainly wrong. He glanced at the mirror only to look down, at what was shrinking at an increasingly more alarming rate.
"Fuck me!"
That was probably a mistake, Hermione thought to herself, doing her rounds later that evening. Poor Ron. What a dirty trick to play on him. Damn, I'm good. Right after she had 'come out' Ron had bolted from his seat and up to his dorm room. She had explained to Parvati and Lavender the truth, and after some persuading, they believed her. Ron, she would let stew overnight. He deserved it.
At the moment though, she had ten minutes to decide whether or not she should meet Draco at eleven, as he had so cleverly hinted. She could admit that at times he could be smart. That was one reason to be attracted to him-and she was-that and his great body. Two things comforted Hermione though. One, he wouldn't dare actually hurting her. He was a coward. She was a Gryffindor. Two, she was smarter than any other student in the school. Smart enough, anyway, to bring her wand with her the second time around.
****
Draco was annoyed with Pansy. He didn't care if she was a lesbian. He'd heard that lots of girls did it. He was annoyed that she had come to this discovery after they had dated. He was the only man she had ever slept with, and that was enough to make her join the other team. This gave him doubts of his 'manliness' that he had never questioned before.
It was just after eleven, he realized, checking his watch. There was no Granger in sight. He knew she wasn't going to show. Why would she? More likely she was off getting to know Pansy more intimately. Wouldn't mind watching that, he thought absently.
A few minutes later she appeared down the hall. "We need to talk," she said as they met up.
He shrugged. "Sure."
"Does it have to be here?"
He looked around. Dark atmosphere, dank floors.it looked good to him. "Well.I guess I know a place." He took her around a corner, up a short flight of stairs, until they stopped at a door.
"Snape's office!" Hermione exclaimed as he took a key out of his pocket and opened the door. "Hey, how'd you get a key?"
"Skeleton Key. Stole it from Filch."
They entered. Snape's office was spotless. Rigidly clean even. Draco threw himself into Snape's chair and put his feet on the desk. "Come sit on professor's lap," he joked, patting his leg. "If you do, I'll give you an A."
Hermione let slip a small smile, and Draco surprised himself by being pleased. She ignored his lap, but sat on the edge of the desk.
****
You stupid, stupid girl, she lectured herself. You're getting into so much trouble right now, and then you're going to get into more. Break this off. Now!
"Look Malfoy. If you *ever* attempt a repeat of the other night, I swear I will gut you, and make a necklace out of your entrails." If he could get any paler, she noticed, he would have.
"Just don't gay on me, okay? I'm not going through *that* any more."
Turn gay? Hermione started to giggle, then laugh, uncontrollably. She was grateful that she was sitting down, because falling backwards on Snape's desk, scattering papers, was bad enough.
"If you would hold still," he frowned, "I would take advantage of you." This only made her laugh harder.
When she regained a hold of herself, she found him looking down at her. Very annoyed. "Sorry," she said sheepishly. "Inside joke. You wouldn't get it." She pushed herself into a sitting position again. "Why ever would you think I was gay? Rumors don't spread that fast!"
"If you must know, the first girl I ever slept with decided she was a lesbian."
"Pansy? I would have never guessed. Well, I'm sure you helped her along."
He scowled. "This isn't what you were going to talk about."
"No." She sighed. "If only you could be as civil as you are now all the time. Then there would be no problem."
"Oh, sorry. What are you getting at, you stupid little cunt? That better?"
"You really hurt me."
"Does it look like I care?"
"That's why we can't do this anymore. Not that I'm looking for anything more than a-than a quick fuck every once and a while."
"I'm glad we're on the same page."
"But you're abusive. I can't let my mind-or my body-take the damage you cause me. I don't like it, and besides, it's not healthy. That's it."
****
Draco stood up straight. "Well, if that's how you really feel.I guess I can respect your wishes." He spoke the lie as he inched over to the door. Reaching the doorknob, he took the key and locked it. "Or, we could just forget the whole thing." He started to undo his pants. "I've wanted your mouth on my dick ever since you got that thing in your tongue. What do you have to say about that?"
"I think my patience with you is wearing thin." She jumped off the desk. "No more after this, right?"
He couldn't believe it. Hermione Granger, bitch extraordinaire, agreeing so easily? It had to be a trick, but as she knelt before him, he forgot caution. Forgot everything. Whoever came up with that muggle device was a fuckin' genius. He rested his hands on her head and closed his eyes.
****
Hermione kind of wanted to see what it was like, and it wasn't too bad. The sounds it was making Malfoy produce were some of the most interesting she had ever heard. But she had more important things on her mind.
She glanced up at Malfoy. His eyes were closed and he was breathing heavily. He was paying no attention to her, so she slipped her wand out of her pocket. She took a break to do a little hand work while she pointed and whispered a spell under her breath that he didn't notice, and probably wouldn't until morning.
***
The next morning Malfoy awoke still feeling very satisfied. He made his way to the bathroom. Standing at the toilet, he noticed that something was most certainly wrong. He glanced at the mirror only to look down, at what was shrinking at an increasingly more alarming rate.
"Fuck me!"