Hello everybody!! I have decided to upload two chappies since you all seem extrodinarily eager for some heat...so that is why this took long. And I've been typing up these to chaps for this whole time, so I apologize. This chap will be long too. I've been working with my dad so IÕve been up really late too. Plus there's the fact I was just given a week of detention, not even the second week of school...
Disclaimer: I don't think you would actually think I own HP, and if you do, you are a very dense person...sorry, couldn't think of anything witty...I haven't been sleeping much lately so of course you know why.
~*~*
Hermione arched her neck back, hearing the crack of her bones. After staring at the horrible grey stone of the ceiling for a moment, she shut her eyes.
She could be somewhere else right now, having fun.
Maybe kicking the crap out of Ron. He still hadn't apologized for his absolutely horrid behavior to her. She brought her head back down, and continued alphabetizing books.
But Hermione started thinking about other things...like how hot it was in here. It was down in the boonies of Hogwarts, underground basically, but it was still as hot as hell. Maybe it would be better if Dumbledore took a leaf out of the Muggle book, and installed air conditioners.
Oh yeah...that would go just great with the students...especially Draco Malfoy. Hermione unconsciously snarled. Draco Malfoy, infamous bastard of Hogwarts. The slimy, sadistic, horrid, vicious, angry asshole of Hogwarts. Yes that would just please him no end...if he actually wasn't a completely conceited shit-head.
First he would smirk, then he would just go tell his 'Daddy', and then he would smirk. Again. Oh, how Hermione loathed that smirk...every time he knew something, or was about to hurt someone, he would smirk. That smirk...she just hated it...she hated it...she hated him, more than anything...but if possible, she hated The Smirk. She detested the way his eyebrow...his left eyebrow, would quirk. Then he would grin, showing two rows of straight white teeth...somehow, his 'grin' would be large and dazzling, but still there was this thing about it...despite it's size, it seemed small...and sometimes, malicious enough to freak her out.
But it made other girls..even women, swoon and give up their values, their MORALS, for this devil in a boy's disguise...evil demon...
Other times, however, it seemed as though he were hiding something...even hiding it from himself.
Suddenly Hermione stopped. Whoa...she was digging too deep! He was NOT hiding something! And just how did she know every single detail of his evil smile?
She chastised herself for memorizing his face...his cruel, angry face. How could she?! How dare she pay attention to him! Draco Malfoy...of all people...it was sacrilegious!!! She snarled again, louder, and caught Draco's attention.
He called out, "Going through a painful transformation there, Mudblood?"
She whirled at him, and glared. Oh, god. There was The Smirk. His Smirk!!! The curve of the eyebrow, the grin...she whirled again, back to her old position. Ignore. Ignore. Ignore. She told herself...if she did, everything would be better.
So she concentrated on the books, and let her eyes travel upwards, where a large stack of books was jammed so tightly against the low roof, it looked stuck. Jumping up, she couldn't quite reach.
So she backed up, and thought.
~*
Draco couldn't help but continue his sideways glances. Truthfully, he relished this detention. Honestly. Hermione looked...yummy. Her robe, unclasped, hung limply on her shoulders, revealing her white school shirt, with it's red collar. It was half unbuttoned, but it was kept together, barely revealing anything. Her red and yellow plaid skirt was hemmed and rolled up, revealing an expanse of her legs, though still relatively mild and modest. Her creamy skin...
Well, of course, she was a girl. But he just never thought of her like THAT. He should start though, he thought, musing to himself. Though, she hadn't always looked like that. So...so delicious. And delicious indeed...even though her hair was twisted into a messy bun held by two green chopsticks...it added to the seductive air around her. 'Green...' he thought. 'How ironic...'
He didn't bother stopping the thoughts. Pissing off Father was one of his favorite things to do. He even pierced his eyebrow like a Muggle last summer...of course he wasn't supposed to so he enjoyed it. After the horrible screaming and yelling and pleading, and pain and horror and fright, and the beating of course, and the vow to not wear it to school. Sometimes he did though...when no one was around.
Suddenly she snarled. She had once before. So he called out, "Going through a painful transformation there, Mudblood?"
Hermione whirled at him and he could see thousands of emotions flash through her eyes and contort her face. Most of them angry ones, so he smirked. For a moment her eyes blanked, then she whirled.
*~
Counter. Counter, next to bookshelf. Counter, next to bookshelf, serve as a stool. She clambered onto the white counter, after clearing it, and jumped up onto the bookshelf, immediately landing in a crouching position, to avoid banging her head on the ceiling, which was only a foot above the top of it.
Draco sauntered over, his combats boots stomping on the slimy stone floor, somewhat curious.
Though, he did have entertainment. He had a much better view; looking up.
She tried to crawl, and momentarily forgot the lack of space, banging her head on the ceiling.
"Mother fuck!!! Agh, that will leave a mark! Shit!!!" She rubbed her head, and a few more strands of hair fell from her bun.
Draco chuckled.
She started up again, and almost slipped, because her robe was caught on the corner of a book. She scrabbled to throw it off, and it landed on Draco's head.
"Hold that." She said, though he threw it onto a desk.
Draco smirked. Now he had an even better scene to stare at. 'Just a little more...' he mentally told the skirt. 'Ride up! Goddamit, ride up more!!!' Hermione was probably just being careful because he was there.
She had reached the jammed books, and started pushing them. She grunted, and slid back a bit from the strain. Draco could she her muscles bunching, and she pushed again.
Draco actually caught a glimpse of the blue satin of her knickers, and he could have drooled. The curve of her thigh...she just, she just set him off. She was like...chocolate. She was delectable. Yummy. Delicious. Of course, after one little 'fling', she'd be all eaten up. No more. Nothing.
Not fit for him, anyway.
Suddenly there was a thump, followed immediately by a series of thuds, then a shriek. Draco saw briefly Hermione scrabbling at the edge, her fingers desperately seeking a proper hold. Then he saw her in his arms.
Time stopped.
He set her upright; but he didn't let go.
Instead, his left hand traveled up her slim waist and onto her arm while his right stayed wrapped around her waist.
He breathed the scent of her in, his head resting in the crook of her neck. He licked her skin.
Hermione started. He had just LICKED her!!! After a sharp intake of breath, she managed to calm down. Her eyes closed, and her neck arched before she could stop herself. Her breathing grew faster.
Draco started to place small butterfly kisses on her neck, once in a while sucking on her earlobe. His left hand, meanwhile, traveled down her arm, to her hand, which he started to caress. His right hand began to eagerly unbutton her shirt.
Hermione was in bliss, the wrong of the matter no more twisting itself around her conscience. His chest was so warm against her back. He was weaving a web of perfection.
Draco opened his eyes to look at her bra. It was black lace. He touched the small fabric 'bridge' between her breasts, making sure his fingers lingered on the creamy white skin. He slipped her shirt half off her shoulders, to see more flesh.
He stopped rubbing her fingers, his hand now following the contour of her slim form, making it's way to her skirt. He dipped a hand under the band, to her panties. She was wet; her panties damp. Draco felt himself getting a little aroused. He was just about to slip a finger into her, when her eyes snapped open and she tensed, speaking.
"What are we doing?!" Her voice was husky, seductive, but with a note of shrill panic in it.
Oh...so many answers. He just licked her cheek, and breathed in the scent of her hair.
"You smell delicious..."
She turned, her back now hit with cold. She stared at his eyes. They were a warm grey. But the cold was sneaking it's way back into them.
She started buttoning her shirt back up. "What the fuck am I doing?" She asked aloud.
"Oh come on! You want me!" It sounded so cliche even to Draco.
"I do NOT!!!" She blushed, her brown eyes flashing.
"Yes you do!!!" He said in a sing song voice. "I bet you'll knock on my door and beg." He smirked.
"Really? How much are you willing to wager?" She smiled mischievously. It would be so easy to break him.
His smirk got bigger. "Twenty galleons!"
She laughed evilly. "Fine!" She reached a hand out to shake his own, but he pulled her in, close to him, and kissed her deeply. He nibbled her bottom lip, his tongue invading her mouth.
All too soon it was over, and Hermione felt cold. "Just a little reminder..." He said to her, before resuming his work.
Oh god...
~*
Hermione slipped herself into the warm bath. She could hear Draco getting ready for bed in his room, and smiled to herself. He had just taken a bath and the steam had barely cleared when it was her turn.
She cast her mind around, thinking mainly about the Ron plight. What the hell had gotten into him, to make him such an idiot?
He had to be the stupidest person on earth. Hermione couldn't see why she had even started to like him...much less go out with him...
His freckles, that dappled his face, making him look blotchy. His red hair...shocking color that made him to obvious in a crowd. And his lanky figure in all...
God, where had his mother and father gone wrong?
Everywhere.
Now Draco, there was a stud. Oh fuck, wait, not a stud, an idiot. Idiot. I-D-I-O-T... She spelled it out to remind herself. Though, she supposed since she was alone, she shouldn't bother stopping herself. Okay so he was a stud.
But like he would ever not be an imbecile.
Suddenly, she sat up, and smiled. She had such a great idea...
She pulled herself out of the bath and wrapped the smallest towel she could find around her body. She positioned it exactly the way that could make any guy wild. She dropped her soap into the bath, under a clump of bubbles to hide it. She arranged her hair around her shoulder and bit her lip to make it plump.
She walked softly toward Draco's room, her feet padding on the marble. She listened, for a moment, hearing nothing but silence. She had to stop from laughing, and calmed herself, putting on her best act.
Oh this would be great. She knocked softly.
She could hear a groan, a shuffling, and the scrabbling of the door knob. She quickly wrapped a lock of hair around her finger.
It swung open, and for a moment, Draco's face was impassive. But he smirked, when he saw who it was.
"May I help you in some way?" He said.
"Umm..." Hermione twirled the hair around her finger sexily, and bit her lip. "I was wondering," She paused and looked up at him. "if..." she stopped, basically torturing him, as he stood there in his boxers and an undershirt, (A/N: Sorry, couldn't resist!!!) "I could use your soap...I ran out." She smiled innocently, and stopped playing with her hair. Instead she ran a hand through her hair, and watched the emotions pass through his eyes.
He smiled, trying to conceal his anger, and handed her a bar of soap on the nightstand next to the door.
"Thanks!" She said, and turned, hearing the door slam.
She tossed it to the side, and used her own bar to wash.
~*~*
Okay so how'd you like it? I thought it was okay....I want the darkness to start next chap. So it might be long...if you catch my drift. It's going good though, I think. Anyway, I luv you guys, even if you don't review, but those of you who do, I luv even more. And remember about the goddamn con-fucking-structive criticsm okay? Good. Dr. Evil loves reviews too, not just Mr. Bigglesworth.
Disclaimer: I don't think you would actually think I own HP, and if you do, you are a very dense person...sorry, couldn't think of anything witty...I haven't been sleeping much lately so of course you know why.
~*~*
Hermione arched her neck back, hearing the crack of her bones. After staring at the horrible grey stone of the ceiling for a moment, she shut her eyes.
She could be somewhere else right now, having fun.
Maybe kicking the crap out of Ron. He still hadn't apologized for his absolutely horrid behavior to her. She brought her head back down, and continued alphabetizing books.
But Hermione started thinking about other things...like how hot it was in here. It was down in the boonies of Hogwarts, underground basically, but it was still as hot as hell. Maybe it would be better if Dumbledore took a leaf out of the Muggle book, and installed air conditioners.
Oh yeah...that would go just great with the students...especially Draco Malfoy. Hermione unconsciously snarled. Draco Malfoy, infamous bastard of Hogwarts. The slimy, sadistic, horrid, vicious, angry asshole of Hogwarts. Yes that would just please him no end...if he actually wasn't a completely conceited shit-head.
First he would smirk, then he would just go tell his 'Daddy', and then he would smirk. Again. Oh, how Hermione loathed that smirk...every time he knew something, or was about to hurt someone, he would smirk. That smirk...she just hated it...she hated it...she hated him, more than anything...but if possible, she hated The Smirk. She detested the way his eyebrow...his left eyebrow, would quirk. Then he would grin, showing two rows of straight white teeth...somehow, his 'grin' would be large and dazzling, but still there was this thing about it...despite it's size, it seemed small...and sometimes, malicious enough to freak her out.
But it made other girls..even women, swoon and give up their values, their MORALS, for this devil in a boy's disguise...evil demon...
Other times, however, it seemed as though he were hiding something...even hiding it from himself.
Suddenly Hermione stopped. Whoa...she was digging too deep! He was NOT hiding something! And just how did she know every single detail of his evil smile?
She chastised herself for memorizing his face...his cruel, angry face. How could she?! How dare she pay attention to him! Draco Malfoy...of all people...it was sacrilegious!!! She snarled again, louder, and caught Draco's attention.
He called out, "Going through a painful transformation there, Mudblood?"
She whirled at him, and glared. Oh, god. There was The Smirk. His Smirk!!! The curve of the eyebrow, the grin...she whirled again, back to her old position. Ignore. Ignore. Ignore. She told herself...if she did, everything would be better.
So she concentrated on the books, and let her eyes travel upwards, where a large stack of books was jammed so tightly against the low roof, it looked stuck. Jumping up, she couldn't quite reach.
So she backed up, and thought.
~*
Draco couldn't help but continue his sideways glances. Truthfully, he relished this detention. Honestly. Hermione looked...yummy. Her robe, unclasped, hung limply on her shoulders, revealing her white school shirt, with it's red collar. It was half unbuttoned, but it was kept together, barely revealing anything. Her red and yellow plaid skirt was hemmed and rolled up, revealing an expanse of her legs, though still relatively mild and modest. Her creamy skin...
Well, of course, she was a girl. But he just never thought of her like THAT. He should start though, he thought, musing to himself. Though, she hadn't always looked like that. So...so delicious. And delicious indeed...even though her hair was twisted into a messy bun held by two green chopsticks...it added to the seductive air around her. 'Green...' he thought. 'How ironic...'
He didn't bother stopping the thoughts. Pissing off Father was one of his favorite things to do. He even pierced his eyebrow like a Muggle last summer...of course he wasn't supposed to so he enjoyed it. After the horrible screaming and yelling and pleading, and pain and horror and fright, and the beating of course, and the vow to not wear it to school. Sometimes he did though...when no one was around.
Suddenly she snarled. She had once before. So he called out, "Going through a painful transformation there, Mudblood?"
Hermione whirled at him and he could see thousands of emotions flash through her eyes and contort her face. Most of them angry ones, so he smirked. For a moment her eyes blanked, then she whirled.
*~
Counter. Counter, next to bookshelf. Counter, next to bookshelf, serve as a stool. She clambered onto the white counter, after clearing it, and jumped up onto the bookshelf, immediately landing in a crouching position, to avoid banging her head on the ceiling, which was only a foot above the top of it.
Draco sauntered over, his combats boots stomping on the slimy stone floor, somewhat curious.
Though, he did have entertainment. He had a much better view; looking up.
She tried to crawl, and momentarily forgot the lack of space, banging her head on the ceiling.
"Mother fuck!!! Agh, that will leave a mark! Shit!!!" She rubbed her head, and a few more strands of hair fell from her bun.
Draco chuckled.
She started up again, and almost slipped, because her robe was caught on the corner of a book. She scrabbled to throw it off, and it landed on Draco's head.
"Hold that." She said, though he threw it onto a desk.
Draco smirked. Now he had an even better scene to stare at. 'Just a little more...' he mentally told the skirt. 'Ride up! Goddamit, ride up more!!!' Hermione was probably just being careful because he was there.
She had reached the jammed books, and started pushing them. She grunted, and slid back a bit from the strain. Draco could she her muscles bunching, and she pushed again.
Draco actually caught a glimpse of the blue satin of her knickers, and he could have drooled. The curve of her thigh...she just, she just set him off. She was like...chocolate. She was delectable. Yummy. Delicious. Of course, after one little 'fling', she'd be all eaten up. No more. Nothing.
Not fit for him, anyway.
Suddenly there was a thump, followed immediately by a series of thuds, then a shriek. Draco saw briefly Hermione scrabbling at the edge, her fingers desperately seeking a proper hold. Then he saw her in his arms.
Time stopped.
He set her upright; but he didn't let go.
Instead, his left hand traveled up her slim waist and onto her arm while his right stayed wrapped around her waist.
He breathed the scent of her in, his head resting in the crook of her neck. He licked her skin.
Hermione started. He had just LICKED her!!! After a sharp intake of breath, she managed to calm down. Her eyes closed, and her neck arched before she could stop herself. Her breathing grew faster.
Draco started to place small butterfly kisses on her neck, once in a while sucking on her earlobe. His left hand, meanwhile, traveled down her arm, to her hand, which he started to caress. His right hand began to eagerly unbutton her shirt.
Hermione was in bliss, the wrong of the matter no more twisting itself around her conscience. His chest was so warm against her back. He was weaving a web of perfection.
Draco opened his eyes to look at her bra. It was black lace. He touched the small fabric 'bridge' between her breasts, making sure his fingers lingered on the creamy white skin. He slipped her shirt half off her shoulders, to see more flesh.
He stopped rubbing her fingers, his hand now following the contour of her slim form, making it's way to her skirt. He dipped a hand under the band, to her panties. She was wet; her panties damp. Draco felt himself getting a little aroused. He was just about to slip a finger into her, when her eyes snapped open and she tensed, speaking.
"What are we doing?!" Her voice was husky, seductive, but with a note of shrill panic in it.
Oh...so many answers. He just licked her cheek, and breathed in the scent of her hair.
"You smell delicious..."
She turned, her back now hit with cold. She stared at his eyes. They were a warm grey. But the cold was sneaking it's way back into them.
She started buttoning her shirt back up. "What the fuck am I doing?" She asked aloud.
"Oh come on! You want me!" It sounded so cliche even to Draco.
"I do NOT!!!" She blushed, her brown eyes flashing.
"Yes you do!!!" He said in a sing song voice. "I bet you'll knock on my door and beg." He smirked.
"Really? How much are you willing to wager?" She smiled mischievously. It would be so easy to break him.
His smirk got bigger. "Twenty galleons!"
She laughed evilly. "Fine!" She reached a hand out to shake his own, but he pulled her in, close to him, and kissed her deeply. He nibbled her bottom lip, his tongue invading her mouth.
All too soon it was over, and Hermione felt cold. "Just a little reminder..." He said to her, before resuming his work.
Oh god...
~*
Hermione slipped herself into the warm bath. She could hear Draco getting ready for bed in his room, and smiled to herself. He had just taken a bath and the steam had barely cleared when it was her turn.
She cast her mind around, thinking mainly about the Ron plight. What the hell had gotten into him, to make him such an idiot?
He had to be the stupidest person on earth. Hermione couldn't see why she had even started to like him...much less go out with him...
His freckles, that dappled his face, making him look blotchy. His red hair...shocking color that made him to obvious in a crowd. And his lanky figure in all...
God, where had his mother and father gone wrong?
Everywhere.
Now Draco, there was a stud. Oh fuck, wait, not a stud, an idiot. Idiot. I-D-I-O-T... She spelled it out to remind herself. Though, she supposed since she was alone, she shouldn't bother stopping herself. Okay so he was a stud.
But like he would ever not be an imbecile.
Suddenly, she sat up, and smiled. She had such a great idea...
She pulled herself out of the bath and wrapped the smallest towel she could find around her body. She positioned it exactly the way that could make any guy wild. She dropped her soap into the bath, under a clump of bubbles to hide it. She arranged her hair around her shoulder and bit her lip to make it plump.
She walked softly toward Draco's room, her feet padding on the marble. She listened, for a moment, hearing nothing but silence. She had to stop from laughing, and calmed herself, putting on her best act.
Oh this would be great. She knocked softly.
She could hear a groan, a shuffling, and the scrabbling of the door knob. She quickly wrapped a lock of hair around her finger.
It swung open, and for a moment, Draco's face was impassive. But he smirked, when he saw who it was.
"May I help you in some way?" He said.
"Umm..." Hermione twirled the hair around her finger sexily, and bit her lip. "I was wondering," She paused and looked up at him. "if..." she stopped, basically torturing him, as he stood there in his boxers and an undershirt, (A/N: Sorry, couldn't resist!!!) "I could use your soap...I ran out." She smiled innocently, and stopped playing with her hair. Instead she ran a hand through her hair, and watched the emotions pass through his eyes.
He smiled, trying to conceal his anger, and handed her a bar of soap on the nightstand next to the door.
"Thanks!" She said, and turned, hearing the door slam.
She tossed it to the side, and used her own bar to wash.
~*~*
Okay so how'd you like it? I thought it was okay....I want the darkness to start next chap. So it might be long...if you catch my drift. It's going good though, I think. Anyway, I luv you guys, even if you don't review, but those of you who do, I luv even more. And remember about the goddamn con-fucking-structive criticsm okay? Good. Dr. Evil loves reviews too, not just Mr. Bigglesworth.
