"I smell sex and candy here," - Marcy Playground
There was enough autumn sun to drown in. This surely is a dream. Hermione lay sleeping. Draco looked down at her unconscious form, scanning her body. Oh yes, he thought, this must be my dream. She murmured and fluttered her eyes. She jumped a bit to find Malfoy above her, gazing at her with an emotion that she couldn't quite place.
They walked down into the Great Hall together. All eyes were on them. A few whispers filled the air. Draco had his usual swagger, but Hermione, the once mouse-like bookworm had her own little saunter. There was a new glint in her eye. Oh, she's hell on wheels in a black dress, Draco thought. She drove me to her fire and left me there to burn. Beautiful girl, I can't breathe. He smirked at the dumbstruck look on Potter's face.
Hermione quietly took her place at the Gryfindor table. All eyes were on her and Harry.
"Hermione, what were you doing in here, with . THAT??" Harry asked her as soon as she sat down. An eerie smile crept over her face.
"What is it any of your business, Potter, what I do? Why do you care?" she questioned. Harry was shocked. She'd never spoken to him like that before.
"I-I just wanted to know. It's not everyday you come in here with the king of scum. There's gotta be some ulterior motive." Harry maintained.
"Appreciate your concern, well, not really. But, there isn't any. I can be with whomever I choose." Her reply was cold and curt. Harry's eyes grew wider behind his glasses.
"You mean, you're actually WITH Malfoy?" he asked in disbelief.
"That's right. I guess I always was a sucker for a sweet talker." She replied in a sickly-sweet mocking tone.
"Hermione, please. I didn't mean to hurt you. Please, don't do this." He was clearly on the verge of tears. This only made Hermione's smirk broaden.
"Oh but don't you know? Everything I know about breaking hearts I learned from you. It's true, I've never done it with the style and grace you have, but it's just as effective." She buttered her toast calmly clearly relishing in the hurt and confused look on Harry's face.
"I'm so sorry for what I did. I did what my body told me to do. I didn't mean to do you harm," Harry pleaded.
"Ha, The Great Boy-Who-Lived is groveling." Hermione leered. "Maybe you shouldn't have fucked the resident slut then. You'll always stink and burn Potter." At that moment, Ginny rose up with a look of hatred on her face.
"Perfect Hermione who always gets the grades, the guys, and the praise! I wanted it for once! Who are you calling slut, you trashy whore?? You never deserved him! Never!" she spat. Hermione calmly raised up to face the enraged Weasley girl.
"I am not the one who slept with practically every guy in Gryfindor," she said evenly. "It's not my fault that you can't get grades. And I thought red-heads were supposed to be smart. Oops, guess not. You're a pathetic little slut, and that's all you'll ever be. Now kindly get out of my face because you're starting to bloody piss me off." Hermione's sick little smile returned.
Draco, along with the rest of the school, watched this little display with fascination. Draco loved it. His smirk grew wider and wider at Hermione's words. She will make a great little snake after-all, he thought.
"Everything in her quiet little world will fall apart. This will be a new world for her," he said to himself. Meanwhile Hermione was still talking.
"Come on now, I'm running out of sympathy here. I never said I'd take this lying down," she said when Ginny refused to back off. She hardly noticed that Ron was out of his seat with white knuckles and a red face. She turned her attention to him.
"What about it, Weasley?" she taunted. "I said your whore- sister has done EVERY guy in Gryfindor." she grinned. Ron lunged at her. Draco wanted to see where this was going. He sat back in his seat, relaxed, and ready to enjoy the show. Maybe they would even see a display of dark- arts here.
Hermione sighed and moved out of the way. She did not feel like dealing with these pathetic cretins today. She got up and stalked briskly out of the hall, leaving her shocked audience staring at the space where she'd been. It's times like these where silence means everything.
"Wonderful display back there, Granger." Draco smiled down on her in the library. Where else would she have gone? "For a second, I thought you were going to curse Weasley."
"Yeah? Well, I felt like it for a second there. He's not worth a waste of perfectly good magic. At least, not yet." She let out a dry laugh. "Could you--?"
"I'm as smooth as the skin that rolls across the small of your back, Hermione. Too bad it's not my style if you need Me." He cut her off with a wave of his hand. She sighed and leaned slowly against a bookshelf.
"You're so obviously desperate, Malfoy, and so desperately obvious. We're both magnificent liars, so never mind the bollocks, just cut to the chase. Tell me the truth. I'm sick of this game of cat-and-mouth." This comment made Draco flinch in surprise and grin a bit. She was smart, he had to give her that. He knew she would be onto him eventually. He leaned over to her.
"What if I told you there was going to be an invasion?" he mumbled into her neck. "What if I told you the Dark Lord was taking over? Would you join me?" she gasped and grew silent. He could almost picture the wheels in her head turning.
"Yes," she finally said. He grinned a lazy grin.
"You're powerful, Hermione. You could be very great. You could be a queen; dark and beautiful." He rolled up his sleeve. There, in the middle of his stark-white flesh, alabaster and glowing palely, was burned the Dark Mark. It leered at her from his forearm. She ran her slender fingers over it. She muttered something under her breath.
"Don't bother, Angel. I know exactly what goes on. I guess it was only wishful thinking." Draco sighed and rolled his sleeve back down.
"I said, Could I get one just like it?" Hermione looked up at him. Draco's eyes lit up. He smiled with sharp, pearly teeth.
"Of course, love. But of course." He scooped her up and walked into the shadows with his serpent queen.
There was enough autumn sun to drown in. This surely is a dream. Hermione lay sleeping. Draco looked down at her unconscious form, scanning her body. Oh yes, he thought, this must be my dream. She murmured and fluttered her eyes. She jumped a bit to find Malfoy above her, gazing at her with an emotion that she couldn't quite place.
They walked down into the Great Hall together. All eyes were on them. A few whispers filled the air. Draco had his usual swagger, but Hermione, the once mouse-like bookworm had her own little saunter. There was a new glint in her eye. Oh, she's hell on wheels in a black dress, Draco thought. She drove me to her fire and left me there to burn. Beautiful girl, I can't breathe. He smirked at the dumbstruck look on Potter's face.
Hermione quietly took her place at the Gryfindor table. All eyes were on her and Harry.
"Hermione, what were you doing in here, with . THAT??" Harry asked her as soon as she sat down. An eerie smile crept over her face.
"What is it any of your business, Potter, what I do? Why do you care?" she questioned. Harry was shocked. She'd never spoken to him like that before.
"I-I just wanted to know. It's not everyday you come in here with the king of scum. There's gotta be some ulterior motive." Harry maintained.
"Appreciate your concern, well, not really. But, there isn't any. I can be with whomever I choose." Her reply was cold and curt. Harry's eyes grew wider behind his glasses.
"You mean, you're actually WITH Malfoy?" he asked in disbelief.
"That's right. I guess I always was a sucker for a sweet talker." She replied in a sickly-sweet mocking tone.
"Hermione, please. I didn't mean to hurt you. Please, don't do this." He was clearly on the verge of tears. This only made Hermione's smirk broaden.
"Oh but don't you know? Everything I know about breaking hearts I learned from you. It's true, I've never done it with the style and grace you have, but it's just as effective." She buttered her toast calmly clearly relishing in the hurt and confused look on Harry's face.
"I'm so sorry for what I did. I did what my body told me to do. I didn't mean to do you harm," Harry pleaded.
"Ha, The Great Boy-Who-Lived is groveling." Hermione leered. "Maybe you shouldn't have fucked the resident slut then. You'll always stink and burn Potter." At that moment, Ginny rose up with a look of hatred on her face.
"Perfect Hermione who always gets the grades, the guys, and the praise! I wanted it for once! Who are you calling slut, you trashy whore?? You never deserved him! Never!" she spat. Hermione calmly raised up to face the enraged Weasley girl.
"I am not the one who slept with practically every guy in Gryfindor," she said evenly. "It's not my fault that you can't get grades. And I thought red-heads were supposed to be smart. Oops, guess not. You're a pathetic little slut, and that's all you'll ever be. Now kindly get out of my face because you're starting to bloody piss me off." Hermione's sick little smile returned.
Draco, along with the rest of the school, watched this little display with fascination. Draco loved it. His smirk grew wider and wider at Hermione's words. She will make a great little snake after-all, he thought.
"Everything in her quiet little world will fall apart. This will be a new world for her," he said to himself. Meanwhile Hermione was still talking.
"Come on now, I'm running out of sympathy here. I never said I'd take this lying down," she said when Ginny refused to back off. She hardly noticed that Ron was out of his seat with white knuckles and a red face. She turned her attention to him.
"What about it, Weasley?" she taunted. "I said your whore- sister has done EVERY guy in Gryfindor." she grinned. Ron lunged at her. Draco wanted to see where this was going. He sat back in his seat, relaxed, and ready to enjoy the show. Maybe they would even see a display of dark- arts here.
Hermione sighed and moved out of the way. She did not feel like dealing with these pathetic cretins today. She got up and stalked briskly out of the hall, leaving her shocked audience staring at the space where she'd been. It's times like these where silence means everything.
"Wonderful display back there, Granger." Draco smiled down on her in the library. Where else would she have gone? "For a second, I thought you were going to curse Weasley."
"Yeah? Well, I felt like it for a second there. He's not worth a waste of perfectly good magic. At least, not yet." She let out a dry laugh. "Could you--?"
"I'm as smooth as the skin that rolls across the small of your back, Hermione. Too bad it's not my style if you need Me." He cut her off with a wave of his hand. She sighed and leaned slowly against a bookshelf.
"You're so obviously desperate, Malfoy, and so desperately obvious. We're both magnificent liars, so never mind the bollocks, just cut to the chase. Tell me the truth. I'm sick of this game of cat-and-mouth." This comment made Draco flinch in surprise and grin a bit. She was smart, he had to give her that. He knew she would be onto him eventually. He leaned over to her.
"What if I told you there was going to be an invasion?" he mumbled into her neck. "What if I told you the Dark Lord was taking over? Would you join me?" she gasped and grew silent. He could almost picture the wheels in her head turning.
"Yes," she finally said. He grinned a lazy grin.
"You're powerful, Hermione. You could be very great. You could be a queen; dark and beautiful." He rolled up his sleeve. There, in the middle of his stark-white flesh, alabaster and glowing palely, was burned the Dark Mark. It leered at her from his forearm. She ran her slender fingers over it. She muttered something under her breath.
"Don't bother, Angel. I know exactly what goes on. I guess it was only wishful thinking." Draco sighed and rolled his sleeve back down.
"I said, Could I get one just like it?" Hermione looked up at him. Draco's eyes lit up. He smiled with sharp, pearly teeth.
"Of course, love. But of course." He scooped her up and walked into the shadows with his serpent queen.