The leaves on the trees in the Forbidden Forest were turning red, brown,
yellow, and . . . purple? Well, what can you expect from the wizarding
world?
It was Halloween, first thing in the morning, after Hermione's rather adult rated dessert, and Draco was left pondering over what he could do to get revenge. . .and maybe a little Hermione delight to boot. He was a little reluctant to think whipped cream, reminding him of the Ron Sundae he had a few days ago, so decided to think of his options when his brain was stuck on how he could exact his revenge.
'Hmmm' he thought. 'Cotton candy? Butterscotch? I wonder if I have some body paints left over.' He was so deep in thought that he missed the bell to indicate the beginning of classes. It was a few minutes later that someone was tapping him on the shoulder.
"Mr Malfoy. I suggest you get yourself to class." He heard the voice of the Head of Ravenclaw say. He broke out of his reverie and looked at the time.
'Shit! I've got potions!' He got up without saying a word, picked up his bag, and headed for the dungeons. He entered the classroom and Snape glared at him.
"Mr Malfoy. So nice of you to join us." Draco didn't offer an excuse for his late arrival, and thus was given detention. No house points deducted, of course. 'That's gonna take away from my 'candy coated girl' plan time. Dammit!' He thought, angrily as he sat down next to Hermione. He took out his quill and parchment and began to catch up.
"Now, as I was saying before I was interrupted. . .the sensitivity potions that we have been learning these past weeks dealt with the senses of taste, smell, and sight. The one you will be attempting today deals with the sense of touch. It manipulates nerve endings to respond more than they normally would." Professor Snape looked across the class with a bored expression. "Can any of you tell me some of the advantages and disadvantages of this potion?" He asked.
Hermione and Draco were the only ones with their hands raised. "Why am I not surprised?" Professor Snape muttered under his breath. "Did anybody else complete the assigned reading?" No one raised their hands. Snape stalked down to the closest student, picked up their text and held it up to the class. "This. . ." he said, coldly. "is a book. You open it, like so." And he demonstrated it. "And there are words printed on the pages enclosed. Those words are strung together to make sentences and give you facts." He gazed icily to each student, as he articulated every word. "When I tell you, you READ those words and keep them in mind. It's called learning." He stretched out the last word in a mocking tone.
The other students kept their eyes down as he turned back to Hermione and Draco. "Miss Granger."
Hermione lowered her hand, and said, "A disadvantage to this potion would be that when pain is inflicted on the drinker, that pain increases, from their perspective, to much more than it actually is."
Snape turned to Draco. "Mr Malfoy." Snape regretted calling on him once he saw the mischievous spark that Draco had in his eye.
"An advantage of this potion is that when it's pleasure and not pain being inflicted. . ." Draco said while staring at Hermione, but was interrupted.
"Mr Malfoy. I suggest you keep the content of this lesson appropriate." Snape hissed. Almost all in the room knew exactly where Draco was taking it, and were blushing furiously, except for Hermione. Hermione looked back at Draco, expression unchanging until Snape turned his back on the class, and gave him a smile and a wink. She leaned over, "So, our mind is in the gutter now, is it?"
"You started it." He replied. "You and your dare."
"I started it? You guys wouldn't let me leave until I did. That'll teach you for next time."
Both stopped talking when Snape turned around and continued the lecture. "The advantage that is written in the text is that the added sensitivity can help wizards and witches to detect the on goings in their surroundings. It can be used as a defense as well as a form of torture. The instructions for this potion are on page 253 of your text. You will work in pairs, and the potion will be tested at the end of class. Begin."
While working on the potion with Hermione, Draco retreated back to his earlier thoughts. 'Candy-coated girl. Why am I reminded of a song?' It struck him. He remembered the past summer when he had watched muggle television for the first time. Suddenly, the jingle came to him. 'The Smarties ad!!' He began to hum it quietly, except the words playing in his head weren't quite right. . .
When you eat your girlies. Do you eat the blonde one's last. Do you suck'em very slowly. Or poke'em very fast. That candy coated fleshy. Now tell me when I ask. When you eat your girlies. Do you eat the blonde one's last..
He snickered at the end, and almost started blushing. Almost. Hermione looked over. "What's so funny?"
"Nothing." Draco replied. But she saw the glint in his eyes. She should be worried.
"Yeah. Right. And Neville hasn't melted a caldron this year. Please." She said to him.
"Miss Granger. I suggest you get back to your assignment, unless you'd care to share with the entire class." Snape's voice was coming from behind them.
"Sir." She nodded, and turned back to the caldron in front of her.
The rest of the class went by without much of a whisper as the potions were finished. Hermione and Draco tested theirs along with the rest of the class and played around with their newfound enhanced sensitivity. (Not like that, dear reader. Although I like your thinking *wink wink*)
~@~
Draco's was not the only mind that Hermione was on. Although at the beginning of class, Snape was able to push the images of the other night's dessert out of his mind, the point that Draco was trying to make abruptly brought that back. He almost blushed. Almost.
After the students began their potions, he was allowed to let his mind wander a bit as he was stalking around the room. Comments came automatically, but his mind was still on a certain seventh year with a taste for sweets. He still had no idea who switched her dessert, but he wanted to thank them and strangle them at the same time. In the middle of thanking the Gods that his robes were black, and not as restricting as they looked, he spotted Hermione and Draco in conversation. He didn't like the glint in Draco's eye, and decided to stop it. A bit unexpected of him, but when he wanted to do something, he usually went and did it.
After interrupting their conversation, he went stalking around the students once more, and waited. At the end of class when the potions were to be tested, he watched as the fascinated students touched surfaces of desks, and floors. He quickly gave them the antidote once he saw them going after each other a bit. Hormones. Gotta love'em.
The bell rang, and class was dismissed. He made sure to bottle some of the potions. . .for. . .uh. . .later, that were done to respectable standards though he would be loath to admit it. As he was bottling, the thoughts of Hermione came back to him. He could imagine what it would be like if they both had the potion in the throes of ecstasy.
'Dammit. She's one of my students.' He thought. 'Not for long' said a voice in the back of his mind. Suddenly, the ever sullen and angry Snape was momentarily replaced with the giddy and ever so aroused Snape. She was legal. After the year was out, he would maybe arrange an 'appointment'. He wouldn't force her to do anything, but making her a willing partner would be the fun part. Watching her squirm before he would give her any relief. Definitely use the potion. 'I have to admit, I'd never thought of that Mr Malfoy.' He chuckled to himself. Perhaps the overload of hormones did have a purpose after all.
~@~
On her way to dinner, Hermione was rounding a corner and was pulled into a corridor. She yelped with surprise, but her mouth was quickly covered. She looked up and saw Draco as he removed his hand.
"I've got a bet for you, Granger." He said.
"This doesn't have anything to do with a certain dessert, does it?" She asked, trying to hold back the satisfied smile.
"In a way, but not the dessert you're thinking." He said, and looked back to the hall. "It's about tomorrow's game." As he said this, she heard someone running towards them. Both heads turned and saw Harry. "Sorry I'm late."
"No problem, Potty." Draco replied with a smile. Harry glared at him.
"What's this all about?" Hermione asked.
"Well," Draco replied. "As I was saying, I've got a bet for you. Actually, WE have a bet for you."
"And that is?"
"On tomorrow's game." Draco continued.
"You told me that part already, Draco."
"Yes, it's about what will happen. I'll bet you that Hufflepuff will win." The game was between Hufflepuff and Ravenclaw.
"That's ridiculous Draco. As much as I don't pay as much attention to Quidditch as you do, I still know that Hufflepuff is the worst team, sorry to say." Hermione replied.
"Well, what do you say?"
"If you win? I need to know the terms before I can accept."
"Fine. If I win, you join us back for another game of truth or dare." Draco replied.
"If, no, WHEN I win, you'll accept the fact that when I say I don't want to join in a game, I don't want to join, and you'll allow me my peace to study." Hermione said. She didn't like the fact that her previous dare had not dissuaded the boys from trying to get her to take part in their games.
"Deal. Potty, you're our witness."
Hermione and Draco shook hands and the three went off to dinner.
A/N: Sorry 'bout the holdup. Exams are upon us, and there's nothing funny about that.
It was Halloween, first thing in the morning, after Hermione's rather adult rated dessert, and Draco was left pondering over what he could do to get revenge. . .and maybe a little Hermione delight to boot. He was a little reluctant to think whipped cream, reminding him of the Ron Sundae he had a few days ago, so decided to think of his options when his brain was stuck on how he could exact his revenge.
'Hmmm' he thought. 'Cotton candy? Butterscotch? I wonder if I have some body paints left over.' He was so deep in thought that he missed the bell to indicate the beginning of classes. It was a few minutes later that someone was tapping him on the shoulder.
"Mr Malfoy. I suggest you get yourself to class." He heard the voice of the Head of Ravenclaw say. He broke out of his reverie and looked at the time.
'Shit! I've got potions!' He got up without saying a word, picked up his bag, and headed for the dungeons. He entered the classroom and Snape glared at him.
"Mr Malfoy. So nice of you to join us." Draco didn't offer an excuse for his late arrival, and thus was given detention. No house points deducted, of course. 'That's gonna take away from my 'candy coated girl' plan time. Dammit!' He thought, angrily as he sat down next to Hermione. He took out his quill and parchment and began to catch up.
"Now, as I was saying before I was interrupted. . .the sensitivity potions that we have been learning these past weeks dealt with the senses of taste, smell, and sight. The one you will be attempting today deals with the sense of touch. It manipulates nerve endings to respond more than they normally would." Professor Snape looked across the class with a bored expression. "Can any of you tell me some of the advantages and disadvantages of this potion?" He asked.
Hermione and Draco were the only ones with their hands raised. "Why am I not surprised?" Professor Snape muttered under his breath. "Did anybody else complete the assigned reading?" No one raised their hands. Snape stalked down to the closest student, picked up their text and held it up to the class. "This. . ." he said, coldly. "is a book. You open it, like so." And he demonstrated it. "And there are words printed on the pages enclosed. Those words are strung together to make sentences and give you facts." He gazed icily to each student, as he articulated every word. "When I tell you, you READ those words and keep them in mind. It's called learning." He stretched out the last word in a mocking tone.
The other students kept their eyes down as he turned back to Hermione and Draco. "Miss Granger."
Hermione lowered her hand, and said, "A disadvantage to this potion would be that when pain is inflicted on the drinker, that pain increases, from their perspective, to much more than it actually is."
Snape turned to Draco. "Mr Malfoy." Snape regretted calling on him once he saw the mischievous spark that Draco had in his eye.
"An advantage of this potion is that when it's pleasure and not pain being inflicted. . ." Draco said while staring at Hermione, but was interrupted.
"Mr Malfoy. I suggest you keep the content of this lesson appropriate." Snape hissed. Almost all in the room knew exactly where Draco was taking it, and were blushing furiously, except for Hermione. Hermione looked back at Draco, expression unchanging until Snape turned his back on the class, and gave him a smile and a wink. She leaned over, "So, our mind is in the gutter now, is it?"
"You started it." He replied. "You and your dare."
"I started it? You guys wouldn't let me leave until I did. That'll teach you for next time."
Both stopped talking when Snape turned around and continued the lecture. "The advantage that is written in the text is that the added sensitivity can help wizards and witches to detect the on goings in their surroundings. It can be used as a defense as well as a form of torture. The instructions for this potion are on page 253 of your text. You will work in pairs, and the potion will be tested at the end of class. Begin."
While working on the potion with Hermione, Draco retreated back to his earlier thoughts. 'Candy-coated girl. Why am I reminded of a song?' It struck him. He remembered the past summer when he had watched muggle television for the first time. Suddenly, the jingle came to him. 'The Smarties ad!!' He began to hum it quietly, except the words playing in his head weren't quite right. . .
When you eat your girlies. Do you eat the blonde one's last. Do you suck'em very slowly. Or poke'em very fast. That candy coated fleshy. Now tell me when I ask. When you eat your girlies. Do you eat the blonde one's last..
He snickered at the end, and almost started blushing. Almost. Hermione looked over. "What's so funny?"
"Nothing." Draco replied. But she saw the glint in his eyes. She should be worried.
"Yeah. Right. And Neville hasn't melted a caldron this year. Please." She said to him.
"Miss Granger. I suggest you get back to your assignment, unless you'd care to share with the entire class." Snape's voice was coming from behind them.
"Sir." She nodded, and turned back to the caldron in front of her.
The rest of the class went by without much of a whisper as the potions were finished. Hermione and Draco tested theirs along with the rest of the class and played around with their newfound enhanced sensitivity. (Not like that, dear reader. Although I like your thinking *wink wink*)
~@~
Draco's was not the only mind that Hermione was on. Although at the beginning of class, Snape was able to push the images of the other night's dessert out of his mind, the point that Draco was trying to make abruptly brought that back. He almost blushed. Almost.
After the students began their potions, he was allowed to let his mind wander a bit as he was stalking around the room. Comments came automatically, but his mind was still on a certain seventh year with a taste for sweets. He still had no idea who switched her dessert, but he wanted to thank them and strangle them at the same time. In the middle of thanking the Gods that his robes were black, and not as restricting as they looked, he spotted Hermione and Draco in conversation. He didn't like the glint in Draco's eye, and decided to stop it. A bit unexpected of him, but when he wanted to do something, he usually went and did it.
After interrupting their conversation, he went stalking around the students once more, and waited. At the end of class when the potions were to be tested, he watched as the fascinated students touched surfaces of desks, and floors. He quickly gave them the antidote once he saw them going after each other a bit. Hormones. Gotta love'em.
The bell rang, and class was dismissed. He made sure to bottle some of the potions. . .for. . .uh. . .later, that were done to respectable standards though he would be loath to admit it. As he was bottling, the thoughts of Hermione came back to him. He could imagine what it would be like if they both had the potion in the throes of ecstasy.
'Dammit. She's one of my students.' He thought. 'Not for long' said a voice in the back of his mind. Suddenly, the ever sullen and angry Snape was momentarily replaced with the giddy and ever so aroused Snape. She was legal. After the year was out, he would maybe arrange an 'appointment'. He wouldn't force her to do anything, but making her a willing partner would be the fun part. Watching her squirm before he would give her any relief. Definitely use the potion. 'I have to admit, I'd never thought of that Mr Malfoy.' He chuckled to himself. Perhaps the overload of hormones did have a purpose after all.
~@~
On her way to dinner, Hermione was rounding a corner and was pulled into a corridor. She yelped with surprise, but her mouth was quickly covered. She looked up and saw Draco as he removed his hand.
"I've got a bet for you, Granger." He said.
"This doesn't have anything to do with a certain dessert, does it?" She asked, trying to hold back the satisfied smile.
"In a way, but not the dessert you're thinking." He said, and looked back to the hall. "It's about tomorrow's game." As he said this, she heard someone running towards them. Both heads turned and saw Harry. "Sorry I'm late."
"No problem, Potty." Draco replied with a smile. Harry glared at him.
"What's this all about?" Hermione asked.
"Well," Draco replied. "As I was saying, I've got a bet for you. Actually, WE have a bet for you."
"And that is?"
"On tomorrow's game." Draco continued.
"You told me that part already, Draco."
"Yes, it's about what will happen. I'll bet you that Hufflepuff will win." The game was between Hufflepuff and Ravenclaw.
"That's ridiculous Draco. As much as I don't pay as much attention to Quidditch as you do, I still know that Hufflepuff is the worst team, sorry to say." Hermione replied.
"Well, what do you say?"
"If you win? I need to know the terms before I can accept."
"Fine. If I win, you join us back for another game of truth or dare." Draco replied.
"If, no, WHEN I win, you'll accept the fact that when I say I don't want to join in a game, I don't want to join, and you'll allow me my peace to study." Hermione said. She didn't like the fact that her previous dare had not dissuaded the boys from trying to get her to take part in their games.
"Deal. Potty, you're our witness."
Hermione and Draco shook hands and the three went off to dinner.
A/N: Sorry 'bout the holdup. Exams are upon us, and there's nothing funny about that.
