Title: Leave
Rating: PG-13 (for now)
Genre: Romance/ Humor
Pairing: Hermione/ Draco
Summary: Our characters get into a bit of trouble and have to suffer the consequences.
A/N: Thanks so, so much to spike; you've helped me a lot with my writing, and thank you so much for putting up with my incessant rambling and idea throwing in chat. Luv' ya! Also thanks to those who reviewed, enjoy the next part.
Last time: "Well, looking on the bright side," Ron looked at his watch, "In about four hours, you can look into the mind of Draco Malfoy, the amazing bouncing ferret, and find out his own deepest darkest secrets, maybe you can find something for us to taunt him about eh?"
This put a smile on Hermione's face for the first time that evening, "yeah, just as long as I figure out how to do it before he does."
Hermione had borrowed Harry's invisibility cloak that night, and had sought the comfort of the library, to help with her little 'situation'. She had found a countless number of books involving the Connectindium potion.
She had been pouring over the books for ages, trying to find a way in which she could control the potion, as not to interfere too much with her life. However, from what she had read and found out about it, she was fighting a losing battle. Hardly anything could stop the connectindium, and the very few spells and potions that could, were way too complex, and against all possible school rules.
It seemed as though Hermione Granger was going to have to deal with Draco Malfoy in her head until the teachers decided they had learnt their lesson. She just had to figure out how to control her mind, and not let herself reveal any of her inner most thoughts.
She had found out quite a bit about the potion however, and the little she did find out, was extremely useful to her cause. The potion did in fact have an antidote, but it also wore off on its own, when the two who had drank it learnt to get along (that was definitely a losing battle), it also gave little facts about how the potion works.
'The connectindium potion, or 'Dimcon' is a very ancient potion invented by the ancient Greek goddess of beauty 'Aphrodite' who had been rejected by her lover for another woman. She used this potion to not only make him believe they were meant for each other, but to control his every thought. The potion backfired on her when she learnt that her lover, too, could do the exact same back to her.
The properties of the connectindium are that the two drinkers' each delve into each other's minds, linking them, and also revealing any thought the other may be having to them. The two drinker's can never be in each other's mind's at the same time, and it takes either very much concentration to delve into the mind of the drinker, or it could happen on the spare of the moment, either when that person wants you in their mind, or the other does not wish to be their at that moment.
The potion is mostly used to help wizards settle their differences and get along. That is when the potion wears off. However, recently, an antidote has also been invented. (See page 155)
Whichever drinker is in the others mind at one time, can also learn to actually control the other, if concentrating extremely hard, making him or her say things they do not wish to say, or act in ways in which they do not usually act.
The two drinkers' also view each other's dreams every night, and may possibly also have the same dreams, their subconscious brewing the dreams themselves.'
'This is so not good,' was all that was running through Hermione's head, before she had fallen asleep, right there in the library, over one very large, heavy and thick book, called 'The ancient book of Linkage' and then, in small writing as the sub-text: 'every spell, as ancient as they come you will ever need to link mind, body and soul.'
A couple of hours later, still sleeping, face down in her book; Hermione was awoken by a most annoying voice.
"Oh Granger, trust." Came the low drawling and sarcastic voice.
"Huh?" Hermione was still groggy from sleep, so she could not quite tell where exactly his voice was coming from, it was very close by though, that's for sure.
"Trust that you know it all mudblood Gryffindor would be in the library at this time of the night, studying. I knew you had no life, but this," he paused and snickered, "is too much."
Hermione seethed. She could not believe she was stuck with such a foul punishment. Even she didn't deserve this. "Why don't you shut your trap you little snotty ferret?" Hermione asked, feigning sweetness."Little?" Malfoy asked mockingly. "I'm a lot bigger than you Granger, so you better watch out, or the big boy might get you!"
He let out a snort of laughter, which left a red-hot burning anger in Hermione's face.
She simply could not stand him.
Draco had been laying in his bed for over an hour, the scene in Dumbledore's office replaying in his mind over and over. He hadn't thought much about what he was going to do about it.
Granger being able to delve into his mind was kind of intoxicating him. He didn't want her to find out all his secrets. He had a lot he needed to hide. Not to mention the plans his father had for him after this year.
He was screwed.
Yet, he knew it could also be something to take his mind off more pressing matters if he could keep control of the whole situation. He could play around with Granger. Fuck with her head … maybe eventually, even her.
God only knew how often he had fantasized about her. Not that he would let anyone in the entire world know. But, the truth had to be told, Granger was a fine piece of arse, he wouldn't mind getting into her pants a couple of times.
Especially if it could fuck her up.
But she was a smart witch. Even if he didn't like to admit it, so she would see right through something like that.
But it didn't mean he couldn't play with her. He was going to turn this into his advantage and make the most of it. He was going to take it like a challenge, and fuck all the rest.
He didn't seem to notice the time go by, too submerged in his own thoughts, and how much he really didn't want this situation with Granger, but at the same time, playing out little scenarios about how he could use this to his advantage, and what he could make Granger do.
That may have been when it happened.
His eyes closed, he had somehow been transported someplace else, yet, still in his own bedroom, lying on his four-poster. It was like a vision, but he could also hear her. Granger.
She was in a room: her private prefects room. Potter was also in the room. They seemed to be having some sort of intimate conversation, and they didn't seem to notice that he was there.
He cleared his throat.
Nothing.
He tried again.
But the scene just kept playing, like he was in someone's memory, in a pensive or something.
He looked again at the pair. Potter now had his hand on Granger cheek; embracing her. He was leaning in, about to kiss her.
Draco couldn't handle this. He would not bear witness to such disgraceful, disgusting behavior, especially from two members of the wonder trio.
The wheels in his brain were turning, fuming as to how he could be in such a situation when –
The scene changed, again.
This time, he wasn't in the picture, seeing through his own eyes at someone else's memories, or dreams, which he had realized was where he was before: in Granger's dream.
But now he was in the library, but he wasn't him. He was inside Granger's head. The potion must have taken effect.
She was poured over a book, a potion book, 'She must have been looking for a counter curse or something', he mused.
He decided to wake her up. Concentrating, he used all his might and effort to try and communicate with the sleeping girl.
"Oh Granger, trust." He heard his own voice. And Hermione started, awaking from her dream, which, Draco decided, he would not allow her to forget.
TBC
A/N: OK guys, next chapter will involve Draco taunting her, and perhaps putting some of his 'scenarios' into play. There will be A LOT more sexual tension, and a lot more seducing, on Draco's part.
So, until then, thank you all, and please review.
