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Chapter 4
Disclaimer: Don't own it. Plain and simple.
WARNING: This chapter is a bit lemony in a way that some of you may not approve. It lies within the second section (sections are separated by ~*~), so tread carefully if you are sensitive about some sexuality.
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It was late in the afternoon, just before dinner, and Hermione was laying on her bed going over some Arithmancy homework. She rotated her ankles in circles to the mesmerizing beat of the classical piece she was listening to by muggle-composer, Chopin. She read over a paragraph about the equation required to create a color-changing charm. She smiled in memory at the morning's events.
She had awoken to find that her entire room had been bathed in silver and green. She immediately thought of Draco and frowned annoyingly. She soon smirked not unlike the Slytherin prince himself and climbed out of bed. She effortlessly turned her room back red and gold and skipped out of the bedroom. By the time Draco awoke thirty minutes later, she had the entire dormitory changed from their Slytherin colors to Gryffindor colors. She had even managed to sneak into Draco's room unnoticed and bewitched his sweatpants he was wearing to be red and say 'I LOVE GRYFFINDOR' in gold. Needless to say, he wasn't too pleased when he awoke. However, after he quickly changed the rooms back to their original state, minus Hermione's of course, he found himself chuckling once or twice.
Hermione looked up from her Arithmancy textbook and rolled her eyes in frustration. Draco had his stereo on and it was full-blast with some very rowdy music. She tried to ignore it, but finally slammed her quill down and exited her room. She stomped over to Draco's door and knocked impatiently. After a few moments, she was assured that he had not heard her throughout the racket coming from his room. She opened his door, flicking her wand to turn off his stereo as she did so. He looked up abruptly at the stereo and then to Hermione. He glowered at her and nodded his head at the stereo purposefully.
"I cannot study with that... NOISE," she supplied with a frown.
"The Witching Hour is not noise," he said. She raised an eyebrow at him incredulously. He shrugged and flicked his own wand to turn the stereo back on, only this time even louder. Hermione stamped her foot irritably and zapped the stereo again. Draco zapped it right after her, followed quickly by Hermione once again. The stereo started to smoke, but neither teenager noticed this as they continued their battle. Finally the stereo gave in and popped loudly before going out completely.
"Great, you mudblood! You broke the damn thing!" Draco shouted angrily. Her face boiled in anger and she made a sound of fury.
"YOU BROKE IT YOURSELF!" she retorted hotly. He glared at her and was about to reply, when she beat him to it.
"Don't you dare blame it on me! I just wanted you to turn it down a little, that's all!" she told him and waved her hand at the smoking stereo as if to further note her point. He made a growling noise, but Hermione seemed not to have noticed.
"Well fine!" she continued her rant, "Ruin my study time! I'll just go down to the library with Harry and Ron!" She stamped her foot one last time and stormed out of his bedroom and out of the dormitory completely.
~*~
Draco and Hermione didn't see each other again until after dinner. Hermione had returned to the library again after dinner and was just proceeding back to the dormitory. She yawned as fatigue swept over her. She glanced at an hourglass right outside of her dormitory door and her eyes widened in slight surprise. It was half past eleven o'clock at night; she hadn't realized. She entered the common room to find it dark and deserted. She figured Draco must have already went to bed. Her eyes narrowed in resumed anger and she found that she was glad he wasn't within her sight. She really didn't feel like having another confrontation with him.
She slumped into her bed and was asleep within moments. Having awakened eight hours later, which only seemed like ten minutes, she found herself face-to-face with the Slytherin prince again. He was sitting in the common room, drinking some coffee with an empty plate in front of him. He had apparently had his breakfast delivered to him. Hermione pointedly ignored him and made her way over to the bathroom. She didn't dare look, but she could feel his eyes boring into her back as she closed the bathroom door behind her.
She slowly slipped out of her nightgown and let it fall down around her feet. Stepping out of it, she took a fluffy white towel out of the closet and laid it out where she could reach. She turned on the shower faucet, waited a few moments for the water to heat, then quickly stepped in. She inhaled the scent of the water as it cascaded over her head and down her creamy skin. She could hardly believe that she had already spent two weeks at school. They passed in such a hurry that it seemed as if she had only arrived yesterday. The day falling on Saturday, she knew today would be the perfect time to visit her father. She had access to do so whenever she pleased on the weekends as her and Draco's fireplace was connected to the Floo Network.
Draco sure was an odd one. She could hardly even stand to be in the same room with him because of his horrible attitude and outlook on things. He was so good-looking, too, it was quite a shame. She wouldn't try to deny the fact that she found his outward appearance very attractive indeed, but his inward appearance made her want to slap him. Harry, on the other hand, was as sweet as a man could be. He wasn't quite as handsome as Draco, but he was still nice looking. He always treated her with the utmost respect -- minus a few pranks every now and then -- and made her feel as if she were the most important person in the world. She figured that he didn't realize he made her feel that way, but she supposed it was just because she had had a crush on him for quite some time.
She rubbed the soap over her body as she allowed her mind to wander. The soap slipped from her hands, but she didn't bother to pick it up right away as the soapy lather still remained on her hands. She continued to clean her body, her hands massaging her creamy breasts with the soap that still remained on them. She closed her eyes. If only she could place Harry's personality within Draco's dreamy body, she would have the perfect man...
Her hand slowly slid down her body, all of the soap having been rubbed off by now. She leaned against the back of the shower and stopped her fingers at the soft curls between her legs. She hestitated, but then slowly parted the lips and massaged her clitoris gently. A quiet moan escaped her lips and she continued to rub her womanly flower, her breathing having sped up. Her finger continued its circular motion quicker now and she lightly thrust her hips forward against her hand. Feeling the heat in her stomach coming to a climax, she moaned loudly and slowly ceased her finger movements. She rested as she slowed her labored breathing. She looked around her and quickly felt a blush grace her cheeks. She quickly finished her shower and stepped out, eager to dry off and get into some clothes.
After drying off, she realized with great disappointment that she had forgotten to bring a change of clothes with her into the bathroom. She frowned and wrapped the towel around her body. She figured that it covered her well enough, she would just check to make sure that Draco wasn't in the common room before leaving the bathroom. He wasn't when she checked, so she stepped out cautiously and advanced towards her bedroom. Just as she was about to open her bedroom door, she heard a quiet throat-clearing from behind her. She sighed in annoyance and turned around, clutching the towel tightly to her body. Draco raised an eyebrow in silent questioning.
"I'm sorry, I forgot a change of clothes," she supplied with a tiny red tinge to her cheeks. He shrugged carelessly and stepped all the way into the common room from his place in his bedroom doorway. Hermione didn't waste anytime in completely entering her room and dressing.
After she was ready, she stepped over to the fireplace and lifted a pinch of Floo powder. "Where are you going?" Draco asked, his eyes peeking over his Transfiguration book.
"As if it's any of your business, I'm going to visit my father," she said without turning around.
"Hn."
She threw the powder into the fireplace and stepped in to be transported to Gryffindor palace. She found herself in her chambers and she looked around, not surprised to find it identical to how she left it. She proceeded to head towards the Throne Room, confident that she would find her parents there. She beamed as palace servants and nobility alike bowed to her, each welcoming her back to the palace. She never felt better to be home. She was growing used to the green and silver everywhere, but now she was re-adjusting to the reds and golds that she was familiar with since childhood. It had only been a few weeks, but she had already forgotten how respectful she was treated within the palace. At school, nobody bothered with formalities, but here things were different. She personally found things much simpler without the formalities.
She stopped outside of the Throne Room doors and waited for the guard to guide her inside.
"Her highness, Princess Hermione," he announced as she followed him inside the large room. Hermione heard her father cut off a conversation about... riots?... that he was having with his Head of Council. He looked up at her and stood from his throne.
"Dear girl, get over here and hug your old man!" he told her and chuckled heartily. Hermione's smile couldn't grow any wider and she embraced her father tightly. She pulled away from him.
"What is this about riots, father?" she asked him seriously. He shook his head and waved the subject off.
"Oh, just Durmstrang and their You-Know-Who vengeancies. Don't worry yourself about it, it's no big deal," he said dismissively. However, she carried on.
"Durmstrang is STILL trying to start stuff over Voldemort's death?" she paused as he gave her a reproving glare for speaking his name. "But that was seventeen years ago! Let the past die, geez." She shook her head pitifully. She took a seat at the foot of the throne.
"Yes, well luckily Lucius is deciding to stay neutral right now. We really don't need Durmstrang AND Slytherin rallying up a riot against Gryffindor. But anyway, why are you out of school?"
She shook her head. "Poor Harry, he saved us all and people hate him for it. The fools," she paused the continued upon another subject. "Yes, well, I'm out of school because Headmasters Shinu and Dumbledore gave Draco Malfoy and me permission to visit our homes on the weekends if we wish. I was quite happy to hear that actually. Where is mom?"
"Oh, she's out and about. You know her. Tell me, how is this prince? Lucius speaks quite highly of him; says he's very bright," Hermione's father continued conversationally. Hermione sighed exasperatedly.
"He's bright, alright, but he's also conceited, rude, ill-tempered and impossible to get along with!" she ranted. Her father chuckled and nodded his head.
"Like father, like son," he joked.
~*~
Hermione returned to Slytherin school in mid-afternoon with a smile on her face. She would be sure to visit her parents every month or so now that she had the opportunity to do so. She had been concerned about the riots, but her father had assured her that they were nothing for her to worry about.
She stepped into the library to find Harry and Ron sitting at a table nearby already. She smiled and went to join them. Harry jumped up and hugged her. She paused surprisedly, but quickly returned the hug.
"Hey, 'Mione, the headmasters decided that since so many people want to try out for the Quidditch team because of us transferring here, they're just going to have two separate teams. One for Gryffindor and one for Slytherin! Isn't it great?" Ron splurged in one breath. Hermione smiled and nodded.
"Yes, I suppose it is! Besides it shouldn't cause a problem anyway since there will still be the same amount of teams. I doubt any of the other schools will care," she said.
"Too bad Vikky graduated from Durmstrang, huh?" Ron teased and Hermione creased her eyebrows in a frown.
"Oh, please, Ron. I haven't liked him since fourth year!" she scolded. Harry glared at Ron.
"Well, anyway, I guess I'll still be seeker for Gryffindor and that git will still be seeker for Slytherin," Harry pointed out. Hermione gave him a reproving look.
"How do you know? Try-outs aren't until tomorrow!"
Ron shrugged. "He's just confident, aren't you, mate?" Hermione rolled her eyes.
"Well anyway, I visited father today and he said that Durmstrang is trying to riot against us because of Voldemort," she informed them whilst picking out a DADA book from the nearest shelf. Ron and Harry glanced at each other, but Harry shrugged.
"I'm sure he can handle it, yeah?" he asked. Hermione nodded and opened up her book.
"We'd best start on our homework before dinner time." She glared at them as they let out loud groans of disapproval.
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I hope I didn't offend anybody with Hermione's little scene. I realize a lot of people are opposed to that sort of stuff, but I am not and I felt that it fit with the feelings. I gave a fair warning and I did, afterall, rate this fic R, so I should *hope* that I won't receive any problems stemming from it. There will be a few steamy scenes placed appropriately in future chapters, but they will most likely not be masturbation-based, so do not worry. Anyway, if you'd like to be emailed with future chapter updates, please let me know in a review. Thanks for reading! ^_^
Chapter 4
Disclaimer: Don't own it. Plain and simple.
WARNING: This chapter is a bit lemony in a way that some of you may not approve. It lies within the second section (sections are separated by ~*~), so tread carefully if you are sensitive about some sexuality.
~*~*~*~
It was late in the afternoon, just before dinner, and Hermione was laying on her bed going over some Arithmancy homework. She rotated her ankles in circles to the mesmerizing beat of the classical piece she was listening to by muggle-composer, Chopin. She read over a paragraph about the equation required to create a color-changing charm. She smiled in memory at the morning's events.
She had awoken to find that her entire room had been bathed in silver and green. She immediately thought of Draco and frowned annoyingly. She soon smirked not unlike the Slytherin prince himself and climbed out of bed. She effortlessly turned her room back red and gold and skipped out of the bedroom. By the time Draco awoke thirty minutes later, she had the entire dormitory changed from their Slytherin colors to Gryffindor colors. She had even managed to sneak into Draco's room unnoticed and bewitched his sweatpants he was wearing to be red and say 'I LOVE GRYFFINDOR' in gold. Needless to say, he wasn't too pleased when he awoke. However, after he quickly changed the rooms back to their original state, minus Hermione's of course, he found himself chuckling once or twice.
Hermione looked up from her Arithmancy textbook and rolled her eyes in frustration. Draco had his stereo on and it was full-blast with some very rowdy music. She tried to ignore it, but finally slammed her quill down and exited her room. She stomped over to Draco's door and knocked impatiently. After a few moments, she was assured that he had not heard her throughout the racket coming from his room. She opened his door, flicking her wand to turn off his stereo as she did so. He looked up abruptly at the stereo and then to Hermione. He glowered at her and nodded his head at the stereo purposefully.
"I cannot study with that... NOISE," she supplied with a frown.
"The Witching Hour is not noise," he said. She raised an eyebrow at him incredulously. He shrugged and flicked his own wand to turn the stereo back on, only this time even louder. Hermione stamped her foot irritably and zapped the stereo again. Draco zapped it right after her, followed quickly by Hermione once again. The stereo started to smoke, but neither teenager noticed this as they continued their battle. Finally the stereo gave in and popped loudly before going out completely.
"Great, you mudblood! You broke the damn thing!" Draco shouted angrily. Her face boiled in anger and she made a sound of fury.
"YOU BROKE IT YOURSELF!" she retorted hotly. He glared at her and was about to reply, when she beat him to it.
"Don't you dare blame it on me! I just wanted you to turn it down a little, that's all!" she told him and waved her hand at the smoking stereo as if to further note her point. He made a growling noise, but Hermione seemed not to have noticed.
"Well fine!" she continued her rant, "Ruin my study time! I'll just go down to the library with Harry and Ron!" She stamped her foot one last time and stormed out of his bedroom and out of the dormitory completely.
~*~
Draco and Hermione didn't see each other again until after dinner. Hermione had returned to the library again after dinner and was just proceeding back to the dormitory. She yawned as fatigue swept over her. She glanced at an hourglass right outside of her dormitory door and her eyes widened in slight surprise. It was half past eleven o'clock at night; she hadn't realized. She entered the common room to find it dark and deserted. She figured Draco must have already went to bed. Her eyes narrowed in resumed anger and she found that she was glad he wasn't within her sight. She really didn't feel like having another confrontation with him.
She slumped into her bed and was asleep within moments. Having awakened eight hours later, which only seemed like ten minutes, she found herself face-to-face with the Slytherin prince again. He was sitting in the common room, drinking some coffee with an empty plate in front of him. He had apparently had his breakfast delivered to him. Hermione pointedly ignored him and made her way over to the bathroom. She didn't dare look, but she could feel his eyes boring into her back as she closed the bathroom door behind her.
She slowly slipped out of her nightgown and let it fall down around her feet. Stepping out of it, she took a fluffy white towel out of the closet and laid it out where she could reach. She turned on the shower faucet, waited a few moments for the water to heat, then quickly stepped in. She inhaled the scent of the water as it cascaded over her head and down her creamy skin. She could hardly believe that she had already spent two weeks at school. They passed in such a hurry that it seemed as if she had only arrived yesterday. The day falling on Saturday, she knew today would be the perfect time to visit her father. She had access to do so whenever she pleased on the weekends as her and Draco's fireplace was connected to the Floo Network.
Draco sure was an odd one. She could hardly even stand to be in the same room with him because of his horrible attitude and outlook on things. He was so good-looking, too, it was quite a shame. She wouldn't try to deny the fact that she found his outward appearance very attractive indeed, but his inward appearance made her want to slap him. Harry, on the other hand, was as sweet as a man could be. He wasn't quite as handsome as Draco, but he was still nice looking. He always treated her with the utmost respect -- minus a few pranks every now and then -- and made her feel as if she were the most important person in the world. She figured that he didn't realize he made her feel that way, but she supposed it was just because she had had a crush on him for quite some time.
She rubbed the soap over her body as she allowed her mind to wander. The soap slipped from her hands, but she didn't bother to pick it up right away as the soapy lather still remained on her hands. She continued to clean her body, her hands massaging her creamy breasts with the soap that still remained on them. She closed her eyes. If only she could place Harry's personality within Draco's dreamy body, she would have the perfect man...
Her hand slowly slid down her body, all of the soap having been rubbed off by now. She leaned against the back of the shower and stopped her fingers at the soft curls between her legs. She hestitated, but then slowly parted the lips and massaged her clitoris gently. A quiet moan escaped her lips and she continued to rub her womanly flower, her breathing having sped up. Her finger continued its circular motion quicker now and she lightly thrust her hips forward against her hand. Feeling the heat in her stomach coming to a climax, she moaned loudly and slowly ceased her finger movements. She rested as she slowed her labored breathing. She looked around her and quickly felt a blush grace her cheeks. She quickly finished her shower and stepped out, eager to dry off and get into some clothes.
After drying off, she realized with great disappointment that she had forgotten to bring a change of clothes with her into the bathroom. She frowned and wrapped the towel around her body. She figured that it covered her well enough, she would just check to make sure that Draco wasn't in the common room before leaving the bathroom. He wasn't when she checked, so she stepped out cautiously and advanced towards her bedroom. Just as she was about to open her bedroom door, she heard a quiet throat-clearing from behind her. She sighed in annoyance and turned around, clutching the towel tightly to her body. Draco raised an eyebrow in silent questioning.
"I'm sorry, I forgot a change of clothes," she supplied with a tiny red tinge to her cheeks. He shrugged carelessly and stepped all the way into the common room from his place in his bedroom doorway. Hermione didn't waste anytime in completely entering her room and dressing.
After she was ready, she stepped over to the fireplace and lifted a pinch of Floo powder. "Where are you going?" Draco asked, his eyes peeking over his Transfiguration book.
"As if it's any of your business, I'm going to visit my father," she said without turning around.
"Hn."
She threw the powder into the fireplace and stepped in to be transported to Gryffindor palace. She found herself in her chambers and she looked around, not surprised to find it identical to how she left it. She proceeded to head towards the Throne Room, confident that she would find her parents there. She beamed as palace servants and nobility alike bowed to her, each welcoming her back to the palace. She never felt better to be home. She was growing used to the green and silver everywhere, but now she was re-adjusting to the reds and golds that she was familiar with since childhood. It had only been a few weeks, but she had already forgotten how respectful she was treated within the palace. At school, nobody bothered with formalities, but here things were different. She personally found things much simpler without the formalities.
She stopped outside of the Throne Room doors and waited for the guard to guide her inside.
"Her highness, Princess Hermione," he announced as she followed him inside the large room. Hermione heard her father cut off a conversation about... riots?... that he was having with his Head of Council. He looked up at her and stood from his throne.
"Dear girl, get over here and hug your old man!" he told her and chuckled heartily. Hermione's smile couldn't grow any wider and she embraced her father tightly. She pulled away from him.
"What is this about riots, father?" she asked him seriously. He shook his head and waved the subject off.
"Oh, just Durmstrang and their You-Know-Who vengeancies. Don't worry yourself about it, it's no big deal," he said dismissively. However, she carried on.
"Durmstrang is STILL trying to start stuff over Voldemort's death?" she paused as he gave her a reproving glare for speaking his name. "But that was seventeen years ago! Let the past die, geez." She shook her head pitifully. She took a seat at the foot of the throne.
"Yes, well luckily Lucius is deciding to stay neutral right now. We really don't need Durmstrang AND Slytherin rallying up a riot against Gryffindor. But anyway, why are you out of school?"
She shook her head. "Poor Harry, he saved us all and people hate him for it. The fools," she paused the continued upon another subject. "Yes, well, I'm out of school because Headmasters Shinu and Dumbledore gave Draco Malfoy and me permission to visit our homes on the weekends if we wish. I was quite happy to hear that actually. Where is mom?"
"Oh, she's out and about. You know her. Tell me, how is this prince? Lucius speaks quite highly of him; says he's very bright," Hermione's father continued conversationally. Hermione sighed exasperatedly.
"He's bright, alright, but he's also conceited, rude, ill-tempered and impossible to get along with!" she ranted. Her father chuckled and nodded his head.
"Like father, like son," he joked.
~*~
Hermione returned to Slytherin school in mid-afternoon with a smile on her face. She would be sure to visit her parents every month or so now that she had the opportunity to do so. She had been concerned about the riots, but her father had assured her that they were nothing for her to worry about.
She stepped into the library to find Harry and Ron sitting at a table nearby already. She smiled and went to join them. Harry jumped up and hugged her. She paused surprisedly, but quickly returned the hug.
"Hey, 'Mione, the headmasters decided that since so many people want to try out for the Quidditch team because of us transferring here, they're just going to have two separate teams. One for Gryffindor and one for Slytherin! Isn't it great?" Ron splurged in one breath. Hermione smiled and nodded.
"Yes, I suppose it is! Besides it shouldn't cause a problem anyway since there will still be the same amount of teams. I doubt any of the other schools will care," she said.
"Too bad Vikky graduated from Durmstrang, huh?" Ron teased and Hermione creased her eyebrows in a frown.
"Oh, please, Ron. I haven't liked him since fourth year!" she scolded. Harry glared at Ron.
"Well, anyway, I guess I'll still be seeker for Gryffindor and that git will still be seeker for Slytherin," Harry pointed out. Hermione gave him a reproving look.
"How do you know? Try-outs aren't until tomorrow!"
Ron shrugged. "He's just confident, aren't you, mate?" Hermione rolled her eyes.
"Well anyway, I visited father today and he said that Durmstrang is trying to riot against us because of Voldemort," she informed them whilst picking out a DADA book from the nearest shelf. Ron and Harry glanced at each other, but Harry shrugged.
"I'm sure he can handle it, yeah?" he asked. Hermione nodded and opened up her book.
"We'd best start on our homework before dinner time." She glared at them as they let out loud groans of disapproval.
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I hope I didn't offend anybody with Hermione's little scene. I realize a lot of people are opposed to that sort of stuff, but I am not and I felt that it fit with the feelings. I gave a fair warning and I did, afterall, rate this fic R, so I should *hope* that I won't receive any problems stemming from it. There will be a few steamy scenes placed appropriately in future chapters, but they will most likely not be masturbation-based, so do not worry. Anyway, if you'd like to be emailed with future chapter updates, please let me know in a review. Thanks for reading! ^_^
