Chapter 3
COVENCRAFT
Disclaimer: I am not JK Rowling, the characters are not mine, but some of them are… blahblahblah… read the A/N please! Thank you for reading!
It was midnight and it was exactly seven days after that little variety show down at the school grounds. Hermione Granger was taking her time walking down the stairs of Hogwarts and out into the cold night breeze. Why the hell was she doing this? If worse comes to worse, this might all be a trick and Malfoy was just bait for a trap. Then again, he had given her seven days to think about it.
"… So there's no murder plot there…" Hermione grumbled as she was talking to herself. " Bugger… I should have at least told this to Harry and Ron… What if nothing happened? Wait a minute… am I actually expecting for something? Aurgh!"
The crescent moon was shining above her, and the crickets were singing their songs. She could see the air coming out of her nostrils. It was definitely chilly. Hermione pulled her school robes closer to her body as she trotted down the path. Her feet were probably black by now…
"Okay Granger… You're just going to go out there and meet with the ferret boy… try not to get lost in his bloody eyes, listen to what he has to say, speak then--- Eeep!"
Hermione squealed as she almost tripped on a rock that she didn't see before. She let out a deep breath. "Bloody stone! Tell me this isn't a sign! God, it would be better if… if…"
She stopped dead in her tracks. He was standing there, leaning on the tree by the lake. His hands were inside the pockets of his robes, and one foot was up on the bark. He was gazing at something right in front of him, but far away. Hermione didn't know if she wanted to leave or stay.
Malfoy's silky voice filled her ears. "I was about to think you wouldn't show up," he silenced the night.
Hermione maintained her distance. "I was kind of thinking the same thing."
Draco looked down on the ground before turning his head to look at her. Her hair was dancing with the wind. All that separated them was an invisible wall of pride and hatred. "Why did you come?" he asked. He showed no feelings, no curiosity. He was making a statement.
She nervously licked her lips. "I don't know."
They stood there for a while, eyes not letting go of each other. Then Draco held out his hand. Hermione looked at it, then took it into hers. Before she knew it, his other hand slid gracefully to the side of her waist and held her close. Soon there were two shadows under the tree. The giant squid was snoring peacefully nearby.
"Malfoy, I…" she began. They were face to face. His breath was warming her face from the artic atmosphere.
"Hush…" He put a finger on her lips and immediately she felt a sensation creep up her neck. He stroked her soft curls. Slowly he leaned down. His lips found hers once more, familiarizing with the truthfulness with his passion. And just like that, she released him.
"Draco." Her words seem to strike her own heart. "We can't."
But Draco couldn't stop. "Look. I'm sorry about what happened in the trophy room… I'm sorry about everything, from the very beginning…. I never—"
"No!" Hermione persisted. "Listen to me. What happened in the trophy room was a mistake! It was just hormones in our body. We couldn't have controlled it. Being teenagers, we're all subject to sexual attraction, the hunger for it." She closed her eyes and paused for a while to catch her breath. "Look. We can just forget about it. Pretend it never happened. I could keep a secret. I'm very good in keeping secrets! Why, I know exactly how Ginny got her first period and I still haven't told anyone –"
"Hermione." Draco held up one hand to shut her up. She was babbling already. Hermione shut her mouth immediately. Being a Malfoy, she thought, one had a certain power to shut anyone up. No one dared to speak when a Malfoy raised his hand.
"You listen to me." Draco's hair was loose and found itself falling into his eyes. I feel so much about you. I know what I feel about you is wrong, but it feels so right! Don't you get it, Hermione Granger? I am in love with you, no matter what!" He was holding both of her hands in his, hoping she could read what was on his mind.
"I don't know, Draco…" Hermione looked down to her shoes. "How am I to know if you're serious about all this? What if you're just lying to me?"
"Hermione, I can give you anything, everything you want! A lifetime security!" He was practically begging for her.
"Draco, that's not what being in love is about!" She exclaimed as Draco's face was filled with unbelief. "You're a Malfoy. You're always used in getting what you want through force. Power. Your hundreds and thousands of Galleons…"
"But all girls want presents! I could give a big library filled with hundreds of books, all you can read… God damn it, Hermione! I need you in my life!"
Draco exasperatedly threw his hands in the air and turned around. He didn't want her to see him weak. "You don't know how it's like, to have a father who raised you with rules and discipline, instead of love and care. To have a mother who's barely even there for you. I'm not as perfectly, filthy rich as you think I am. I may have everything, but still. I can't have the one thing that I want." His eyes laid rest on the lake which was slowly waving. "And that's you, Hermione. You don't know how much strength you've given me. You don't know how much you mean to me."
They were silent for a while, with Draco's back at Hermione. Finally, she reached up to touch her shoulder. The slightest touch of her fingers made him feel like his knees would give in. "Draco, I don't know what I want… This is all too much for me… Everything is happening so fast…"
He spun around to look at her again. Hermione didn't realize that Malfoy Eyes could also be filled with such emotions. "Would the choice be much easier for you if I was a fucking hero?"
Hermione frowned. "What…What do you mean?"
"If I messed up my hair, if I dyed it black? Would it make such a difference that you would chose me? What's the matter? Can't decide between me and Potter?" His face filled with disgust and hatred. "Is that what you want? You want me to have a scar before you fall in love with me?"
SMACK!
Hermione slapped Draco right across his face with all her feminine might. It was the second time that happened and Malfoy wondered if his cheek would be immune by now. "Damn you Malfoy!" she yelled. "You are such an annoying prick! One minute you pour out your whole heart to me, the next minute you're your usual self-righteous prick! What is going on between me and Harry is none of your fuckin' business! I AM IN LOVE WITH YOU DRACO MALFOY! And I don't know the hell why! That's why I need to think about it! I don't know if I've gone mental, or daft… or shit! If you want me, you have to take it slow! Now I don't have to stand here and listen to you complain about every little fucking detail about your life! Right now, I'm freezing my ass off, and I swear if I could summon some hot cocoa right now, I'd die happy. So I'm going back inside, and I don't care if you follow me or not, got that? So good night, sweet dreams, and I'll see you in the morning!"
At that, she sharply turned her heel and began to march to the direction of the cozy comforts of the castle.
Draco stood there and watched her silently, following her with his eyes as her figure dissolved in the darkness. He lifted his hand to his cheek, where she had hit him. It was still stinging with pain. But he didn't mind. He had withstood pain a lot worse than that. After a while, there was nothing but a tall, silver-haired rogue under the moon in total darkness.
Did she say she was in love with him too?
That night, no one was awake to see Draco Malfoy, son of an infamous Death Eater and bona fide Slytherin Bad Boy dancing with sheer joy all by himself, with a tune called Macarena inside his head.
People would have paid Galleons to watch that once in a lifetime event.
***
"HE WHAT?!?!?"
"Shh!!! Ron!!"
It was the following day and Hermione hadn't gotten any sleep at all. She had subjects to study for, a deranged love life to think about and a bushy hair to tame for two hors everyday. Still she wasn't trying to be such a bitch about it. And she was trying very hard.
They were roaming around their school grounds when both she and Harry decided it was time to tell him of the mystery make-out at the common room. Of course Ron couldn't keep but be a big brother about it, as well as a big mouth.
"Who the fuck tried to do it with you? Damn him! Bloody asshole… Whoever that guy is will be in serious pain! I swear, he'll have his insides out… his outsides in… Fuckin' faggot! That… that…shit! Come on Harry, help me think of a good word!"
"Easy, Ron," Harry couldn't help smiling at his friend, whose face was now as red as his hair. "We have to think. Come on…"
Ron took a deep breath. "Okay. Serious."
"Okay. Who could be a suspect? Who would be crazy in love with our Hermione to do such a thing?"
Ron nodded in agreement. "Okay. Hmmm…. Think… who could be…." Ron rubbed his chin with his fingers, trying to look like he was thinking hard.
Hermione looked from Harry to Ron then back again. They were thinking longer than she expected. Finally she hit them both in the head. "Oh, stop it you two!
Hermione looked from Harry to Ron then back again. They were thinking longer than she expected. Finally she hit them both in the head. "Oh, stop it you two! I thought we were serious!" She gave them the cutest pout they could ever see.
Both boys exploded with laughter. It was a rare sight to see Hermione all cute and funny, instead of her usual, bossy flair. When this happens, it was a sight for keeps.
"Just playing, 'mione!" Ron said between giggles. "No one finds you ugly. In fact, if anyone thought otherwise, we'll punch him in the nose!"
Hermione looked up to him. "Why thanks Ron. I never knew violence was a way for solving a problem," she smiled sarcastically.
Harry sighed. "Look, Hermione," he said as he put his arm around her. She didn't how much this friendly gesture was hurting him. "It might just be some perverted bloke, so it's best to be safe. Next time you see either one of us looking suspicious, just ask us a question only the really three of us know…"
"She looked at him, her eyes twinkling. "And what's that?"
"Simple. Ask us what your favorite drink is…"
At the answer to that, Hermione's mouth began to water and she suddenly had a dreamy look in her face. "Mmm…. Butterbeer…."
Ron raised his eyebrows. "Oh come on, Harry. Almost everyone at school loves butterbeer!"
Harry looked at his friend with a triumphant face. "I know that, but we have to answer exactly how she answered it."
Ron immediately had a wicked grin in his face. Hermione started to open her mouth in protest. Suddenly, Ron's eyes looked like it had seen a Chuddley Cannons player in person. His whole face lit up and he batted his eyelashes furiously. "Mmm… Butterbeer…." He mocked with full tease.
Hermione put her arms across her lips as Harry hollered with glee. "I do not look like that!" she yelled.
"Oh yes you do!"
Hermione exasperatedly rolled her eyes. She remembered something. "Look I hate to be the bearing of bad news, but I'm afraid you guys have to stop teasing me right now if we want to get ready for Malfoy's launching."
"Oh yeah, you're right," Harry said as he hit his hand on his forehead.
"Okay. Come on, let's go back to the Gryffindor Tower…"
"All right…"
Side by side, the three of them went back to the castle, with Hermione between them. Harry and Ron were her shields, and she was their princess.
Over at the other side of the field, Draco Malfoy thought he was going to be sick.
***
"Earth to Draco! Earth to Draco!"
*POP*
Draco Malfoy was pulled in back to his real world. He was too stuck in watching The Magnificent Trio having fun all by themselves. Did Potty and Weasel know how much their little friend was worth to him? Their enemy? "Yeah! Sorry… Slytherin domination. Get rid of the Mudblood filth. Right."
Pansy Parkinson raised a perfectly parlorued eyebrow as she crossed her arms over her chest. "Honestly, Draco. You are off it lately!" Some of the Slytherins were there outside the castle, having a little meeting about a certain agenda. "I mean, first you get yourself on top of the enemy, now you get that… that look… It's a good thing we still trust you… I mean, of course, you still are Lucius Malfoy's son… and fibber jabber wigga wigy paddy mow poo poo yalla ba yalla…."
Pansy's words began to mean nada. Draco couldn't get it. How will he ever get Hermione? Tonight was the launching of Covencraft and she just had to be there. Maybe if he tried to be civil with his two bodyguards. Of course, if Potter or Weasley showed any sign of disgust to him, they'd each get the receiving end of his fist. But how will he do it… may be if he just—
"Malfoy!"
*POP*
"Huh?"
"Damnit! Pay attention!" Pansy's nostrils were flaring. " I said, what do you think about the plan?"
Draco shook his head slowly and rolled his eyes. "I think it's bullshit." Well it was just right, he hadn't heard a word from Pansy's mouth since he could remember. "Look, you seriously need to sort out your priorities. Getting rid of the mudbloods… Is that all you want in your life? Let's say we do accomplish it, then what? You haven't been out there like I do. Slytherin pride won't get you anywhere."
"What the hell are you saying Malfoy?" Judas Hemington said. He was a sixth year with the height of a first year student. "You sound like a father working your ass out!"
"That's because I am Judas!"
Several girls gasped in unison. "Who's the mother?" Pansy asked.
"No, you moron!" Draco stood up and faced his so-called friends. "I'm the only one here left with all my father's dirty works! You might probably get yours in a couple of years, but none of you doesn't get stressed out like I do!"
All the Slytherins looked at each other. Malfoy gave up. "I've had enough of this. I'm going inside. Crabbe? Goyle? Are you coming?"
He looked at his two companions who were busy playing with a twig they found on the ground. Both boys looked at each other and shrugged. They followed Malfoy like two St. Bernards following their master.
Pansy rolled her eyes as the three of them left. "Bastard."
Judas smirked. "You'd think he was going through his mid-life crisis already."
"Whatever." Pansy flipped her hair. "Okay. Covencraft. Granger. Here's what we'll do to that little bitch…"
***
"I don't see why we have to be dressed in muggle clothes,' Ron complained, adjusting his black pants. "I mean, are these supposed t be this big? Look, it's like two legs could fit in one hole!" He was dressed in a black shirt, and his maroon trench coat was hanging on his left shoulder.
Harry frowned in the mirror for the nth time. "It looks fine, Ron," he said to his friend. "What about me? Does this make me look gay?" he turned around at Ron.
Ron looked at his friend who was sporting a beige coat with a turtleneck white jumper. His pants were also the same color as his coat. Ron glanced up and down. "Nope," he said finally.
It was time for them to go to their trip to Hogsmeade. Already the students were excitedly talking to themselves about Draco Malfoy's club. It was just a while ago when Gryffindor common room could easily be taken as any other common room in England as students drifted out of their dormitories in such rich and colorful muggle clothes. Now, only Harry and Ron were left.
"Do you realize we're always the last people to go out?" Ron was tapping his foot impatiently on the marble floor. "I bet everyone's already dancing naked in Covencraft."
"Don't be silly, Ron," Harry replied. "No one's gonna dance naked." He shuddered at the thought of a naked McGonagall. "Besides, she'll be here. Just wait for Hermione."
As if on cue, the door to the Girl's dormitory opened with a loud creek. "All right, I'm ready!" They heard Hermione's voice. "I'm going down, but promise me you won't laugh!"
Ron and Harry looked at each other. "We promise," they said in unison.
They heard the door close with a click, and heard the footsteps go down the stairs. Slowly, a beautiful maiden with auburn hair emerged. Suddenly, their jaws dropped a hundred feet per second.
Hermione knew it. She knew there was something wrong. The bottle of Smoother's Hair Care slipped from her fingers while she was trying to pout it over her hair. It had emptied itself on her head. Now it was too flat. She followed her friends' stare as they looked down on her body. The dress? Well, it was kinda short, but she thought it was pretty okay. Oh God, they probably want her to go back and change.
Ron let out a loud whistle. Harry's jaw was still on the floor. "Wow," he breathed.
Hermione's face lit up. "Really?"
Harry could only nod. Her hair looked smooth as velvet. She was wearing a little black dress which showed her bare arms and longs legs. They material seem to hug hr body as all the curves of her figure appeared, making her perfect.
"Well," Ron cleared his throat. "Off we go then?" He broke off the silence that was lingering in the common room.
"Right," Harry agreed as he grabbed his coat from the chair. He glanced back at Hermione. "You do have something to cover your body before we get there, right?"
Hermione smiled. "Of course."
"Then that's settled then!" Ron exclaimed and raised his arms in the air. "Let's PARTY!"
***
She was singing to herself, singing in a language only she could understand. Around her, the twelve of them danced in silence, to the silent music. It was best to keep silent as Phoenix was in a trance. Her fingers twisted in front of her, forming an invisible chain of web.
"Rico," she whispered in a husky voice. "It's your turn."
The young man with the mask of the Horned God cleared his through. He nervously took as step forward and stood beside his high priestess, Phoenix. He raised his arms in the air, facing the moon. He opened his moth and began to chant.
"Fides quarens intellectum, sitz im leben, laedes in hoc veritas."
The moon seemed to glow brighter as the leaves rustled in the wind. All the other members of the coven held hands as the crickets sang even louder with them.
"In hoc ceteris paribus pax normatin, deriphey tau veritas. Orphatim! Orphatim! Orphatim!"
The world was suddenly turning faster. They could feel it. They could feel the rush of the waves of the sea thousands of miles away. They felt the grumble of the earth. It was a violent showcasing of how the world really was. Then all of a sudden it stopped. The crickets ceased to sing, and the wind ended to blow.
Phoenix, the High Priestess smiled to herself. "Very good, Rico. Tonight's the night. Now it's only a matter of time." She turned around to the six of the members who wore hooded cloaks and held a spoon in front of them.
"High Priestess, what did we just do?" a young member said, fidgeting with her fingers.
"What we just did, Lana, is a portkey." Phoenix replied.
The members looked at each other. They were curious. "What is a portkey?" They asked.
Phoenix looked at them. "It transports you to any where it is designed send you. This right here, will send you to the most powerful man our generation has seen. He will eliminate all the inferior and filthy races, give back what is rightfully ours, and he will rule both our world and his."
"High Priestess, please, If all we needed was this man, this boy, then why do we need to raise that Voldemort guy from the dead?"
"We didn't raise him from the dead. We just brought his soul back from the netherworld. Once the boy is here, he shall be fully regenerated and they will both rule, side by side."
There was a little silence for a while. Phoenix looked up to the six figures in cloaks. "Are you ready ladies?"
All of them just nodded.
"Okay," Phoenix said as she gave the spoon to one of them. "Hurry. All of you hold the spoon tight. Before you know it, you're already there. Anna, you know what to do right?"
The tallest one of them nodded. Those who weren't coming looked in awe as slowly the ladies disappeared in thin air.
"So, you mean to tell me that a spoon will take all of them there?" Dan, a tall dark haired guy asked Phoenix after the women left.
Phoenix smirked. "You do not believe me?"
Dan shrugged. "You know babe, whatever. I'm just in it for you."
Phoenix smiled. "For me, or for the ecstasy you get when you're in me?"
Dan raised his eyebrow and went up to her. "Both," he said as he moved closer to Phoenix and suddenly grabbed her breast, in front of the men who were left behind. They were also moving closer to him.
Seth slowly undressed Phoenix as the others began to kiss her mouth, her legs and her hair. She moaned slightly, but didn't let them hear her weakness. "Now tell me again why you let the girls do the job and not us…" he said as he started to nibble on her nipple.
She waited until she could speak. It was hard while another boy was licking her pussy. She couldn't understand his rhythm and it was making her crazy. She winced a little while her nipples were being bitten. Her legs couldn't hold herself up anymore and so the boys, all six of them laid her down the ground. They all started undressing.
"Because while they're gone, we could do a little ritual for Gedebesh, the goddess. She could give us guidance." She said when she found her voice.
Under the moon, one man was kissing her on the lips, two boys were sucking her both her nipples, one was licking her pussy. It was nothing but a group of bodies all making sin. Her brain was clouded but she kept remembering that this was all for Gedebesh.
She started screaming when she couldn't take it anymore. This was too much. Her body was trembling, but she refused to give up. Some of them already cummed, and so it was the two boys who went up to her.
"Well if this is for Gedebesh, might as well give her our everything," one of them said.
She couldn't remember their names. She couldn't remember exactly what they did to her. One was fucking her in front, the other behind. Their bodies all had different rhythms. They were trying to do the impossible. Some of them began to harden again, and they were all trying to get something of her. Her skin, her breasts, everything. Phoenix was screaming with rapture but still they didn't stop.
"Stop… please…" She screamed. The boys just laughed at this sudden change of her attitude. Usually she was the domineerig one. Now, she was their slave. They all liked this when they did a ritual for Gedebesh. Shitshitshitshitshitshit… fuckfuckfuckfuck… Oh my god, fuckfuckfuck…
Soon they were filled with sweat, all wet and hungry, wanting for more. She was sucking someone's dick, and they sweet taste filled her throat. Then it was another, each one seemed to be bigger than the previous. All the while, someone was fucking her. Her nipples were on fire. She was on fire.
And it went on.
***
Over at the other side of the country, Draco Malfoy started to feel horny. But his head wanted to explode.
The band's music was filling the whole pub. It could be heard from outside the building, but then again no one was there to hear it. Everyone was inside, dancing till their feet couldn't hold them up anymore. There were crazy house lights and smoke everywhere. The food was free and the drinks were bottomless, and everyone indeed was having a blast.
The faculty who were invited had a special table in the second floor and they were merely talking. Draco was there for a while, entertaining his guests. He ignored the pain in his head.
"Mr. Malfoy, this is such a splendid party!" Professor McGonagall said, with her bright red lipstick and her overly blushed cheeks. They too, were required to wear muggle clothes and she was wearing a sequins halter top, showing off her wrinkly arms. "I'm glad the children are having so much fun!"
Draco smiled politely. "Thank you, professor, but remember, you still owe me a dance before the night is over."
At the other end of the table, Snape snorted. Draco read his mind and leaned over to his side. "Don't worry Professor Snape. You're still my favorite." At this, Snape smiled proudly to himself. "Where's Crabbe and Goyle, Mr. Malfoy?"
"Oh, they're down at the door. Making security checks. You know." He replied. "Where is the Headmaster, by the way?"
"Oh, he's downstairs, breaking it down," Minerva said in a ghetto accent. Professor Trelawney squealed with laughter.
Sure enough, Aberforth Dumbledore was there, right in the middle of a mass of students, break dancing. Draco couldn't believe his eyes. For a man his age, he sure could do his stuff. He was rolling all over the floor doing the Snake, the Helicopter, even standing up on his hands. The students were cheering him on. Some of the muggles were chanting.
"Go! Go! Go! Go Berty! It's your birthday! We gonna party like it's your birthday!"
Draco didn't know it was their headmaster's birthday. "Excuse me professors." He said and left just as Professor Sprout began to hiccup uncontrollably.
He went down the stairs, his head throbbing furiously. He paused for a while and grabbed it while a few sixth years greeted him. He continued his way when suddenly he bumped into Goyle.
"Goyle!" Draco exclaimed, startled. "What are you doing here? You're supposed to be guarding the doors. Make sure no one gets inside without the entrance fee!" He turned around. "Where's Crabbe?"
"Dunno," Goyle shrugged. "I got hungry. Sorry."
"Well go back to the door after, alright? Jesus." Goyle nodded and left hurriedly before without hearing another word from Draco's lips.
"Weird." He thought as he made his way through the crowd, hoping to catch the Headmaster. He'd hate to be the last person to greet him. Over at the other side of the floor, he could see Potter and Weasley dancing, more like jumping to the beat. He could tell that they were sweaty already. He heard a Gryffindor named Lavender say to her friend that "Ron looks so yummy… he's been at it all night long with Harry!" Draco stopped walking for a while and craned his neck. A few girls asked if they could dance with him, but he ignored them. Whenever Potter and Weasley was, surely there would be…
"There you are," Draco muttered, smiling to himself. He found her. Hermione was dancing to the beat, hypnotizing anyone who was watching her. Her body was inviting him, enticing him. Draco wanted to rip off her clothes right then and there.
Soon the music changed from an incredibly fast techno muggle music to a slow, soft ballad. Already the dance floor was clearing up. Some people wanted to get another drink, others were too tired. The trio was just beginning to walk back to their tables when Draco decided to walk towards them.
***
Hermione muttered a refreshing spell to herself. She became incredibly sweaty after dancing, and she needed to be dry and sweet smelling if she wanted the whole night to last. Suddenly the music changed to a song she used to know. It was a love song. She bit her lip as Harry started to come to her. The soft music was filling the air.
"Hermione?" Harry said as he looked down on her.
"Yeah?" she replied as she was looking in his emerald green eyes.
"I was wondering if maybe, you'd wanna…"
"Oh bloody hell, look who's coming…" Ron accidentally broke off the spark.
It wasn't until she found Malfoy walking up to her that Hermione almost froze.
"Granger," Malfoy said with a little bow when he reached her. He was wearing all black. His head stood out and his silver eyes shone even in the dark of the club.
"Malfoy," she replied, returning the courtesy. They looked at each other for a while.
"Weasley… Potter!" Ron said sarcastically as he pointed to himself and Potter. He was surprised to see Draco and Hermione having a moment. Did he miss something here? "Now that we know each other properly, maybe we could…"
"Ron, don't start," Hermione said, putting her hand on Ron's chest. Draco found this incredibly annoying. But being a Malfoy meant he was able to hide his feelings.
"Weasley, glad to see you here." He retorted, looking at him straight in the eye. "Thank you for coming." He was doing this for Hermione.
Ron opened his mouth and immediately shut it. For the first time, he was dumbfounded. Hermione couldn't believe it. Was he actually being nice to them?
"Look I don't know what the hell you're pulling off this time but I fuckin swear—" Ron banged his fists to each other but Harry held him. It was he who played along with Malfoy's game.
"It's our pleasure, Malfoy. Nice pub you got here."
Draco looked at Harry. He eyed him suspiciously.
Hermione broke the silence and folded her arms across her chest. . "Oh, for heaven's sake. I know this is very uncomfortable for all of us. So just tell me why you came here and get it over with."
"I came here because I wanted to dance with you," Draco said, without missing a bit.
There he goes again, saying, instead of asking. Hermione thought. "And what if—"
"And what if we told you, you couldn't?" Harry cut it. "There are plenty of Slytherin girls right here. She's not your territory anymore!"
"I want her."
"Well then you could only do it over our dead bodies?"
Draco smiled. "Then I would have to say that it can be arranged."
Hermione tried to butt in. "Honestly—"
"You bastard." Ron gritted his teeth. "Is that a threat?"
"I'm glad you're beginning to use your brain, Weasley—"
"I'D LOVE TO DANCE WITH YOU, MALFOY!"
Both her friends looked at her surprisingly. "Hermione!" Harry gasped. "I thought you were gonna dance with me!"
You didn't ask me, she thought. "Look!" Hermione said, flipping her hair. "You guys don't run my life! For god's sake, it's just a dance. It's not like he's offering me as a sacrifice of something! I'll be fine…" She said with a smile.
Harry looked at Malfoy, who was smirking at him. "She made a choice, Potter. Better get over it."
His blood was boiling, but Harry kept his cool. "So you'd better just be dancing. If I see your hands where they're not supposed to be, you're dead." He meant it.
"Harry, you're not gonna let ferret Boy do this!" Ron argued.
"The night's young, Ron," he replied. "I'm gonna get my chance, right Hermione?" he asked as he stepped forward and kissed Hermione in the cheek. "Let Malfoy have her first."
Hermione almost stumbled. The electricity from Harry's lips was enough to give hr goosebumps. Why did he do it?
Ron grinned as he saw Malfoy's mortified look. "That's right. So we'll be watching—YEOUCH!!!!" he yelped as Prof. Lickorpuss passed their way. "He pinched me! He pinched my freakin' ass!" Ron exclaimed, grabbing his behind. Soon Harry was dragging his best friend to the table who was screaming with rage. Draco and Hermione were all alone again.
He snickered softly. "Didn't know Weasley was Lickorpuss' type."
Hermione chuckled. "Didn't know either."
Draco bent his head to look down at Hermione. His eyes locked with hers. "So how about my dance?" Hermione smiled as she let him lead her to the dance floor. There were a few couples already dancing arm in arm, and Draco walked right in the middle of the dance floor.
He took her hands and placed them on his neck and put his own arms around his waist. He was in heaven.
"Draco, what was that little show about?" Hermione asked.
"Hmm?" he replied. " Well, I thought that I could be civil at least to your friends for starters… Didn't do well though, did I?"
Hermione only smiled. She looked over to the table. Ron wasn't there. Maybe he went to the bathroom to barf. Harry was there, sipping a Bloody Mary, his eyes totally focused on them. She gave him a reassuring wink. Soon, she was worried about the other people who were probably watching them.
"Malfoy, are you sure about this?" Hermione suddenly asked. "What would they say about you? What would they think?"
"Honestly Granger, I'm in love with everything about you except maybe for your mouth." Draco said as he twirled Hermione and suddenly pulled her closer to him. He could feel her soft breasts against her chest, her heart beating in rhythm with his.
"So you don't like it when we kiss?" Hermione's eyes glistened. Was she flirting with him?
"No." Draco smiled as he planted a soft peck on her lips. "I love it."
She didn't see it coming. And neither did the other students who saw the whole thing. The whole room gasped. Harry dropped his glass on the floor and walked away. Suddenly there was a bright flash of light. Colin Creevey's camera had just preserved that kiss for good ands Magda Skeeter was right beside him. "What a story! I'll be richer than my mother!" Almost immediately the song changed back to techno and people began filling the dance floor.
Hermione squeezed Malfoy's hand. "Draco, it's getting crowded. You wanna go for a drink… Draco?"
He was holding her hand, but did hear her. Crabbe and Goyle were still nowhere to be found. They were supposed to guard the doors. Scattered around the corners, around six of them, were figures in hooded cloaks.
"Draco, what's the problem?" Hermione asked, not letting go of his hand. (Cue in suspense music, like drums beating… hehehe)
"Something's wrong," he heard Draco mutter as his eyes darted everywhere. He found Pansy in her tube top and her popping boobs behind the drinks, her wand aimed right at them. He suddenly remembered Pansy's plan about "…that little mudblood bitch…" He didn't know exactly what it was, but he wouldn't let it happen. With is other hand, he immediately took his wand out of his pocket and aimed it at Pansy. "Hermaphelus!" A white light shot out from his wand and knocked Pansy off her 300 Galleon shoes. Still the figures in hooded cloaks were still there. One of them took off the hood. It was a girl. She didn't have any wand, but faced her palm right at Draco and Hermione's direction. She opened her mouth and began to speak in words that we're familiar to him. Soon, the others around her did the same.
"What the…" Hermione muttered as she saw what Draco was looking at.
"Run Hermione, Run!"
But they couldn't. No sooner had they taken their first step when their legs suddenly vanished into thin air. Then their bodies, arms, legs. Then they were gone.
No one noticed them as the dancing floor continued to be a pool of wet bodies, moving to the rhythm of the flaring music. They continued to dance, bodies to bodies, sweat to sweat.
TBC
A/N: I'm sorry if they're really long. This story is kinda confusing, but thanks for understanding. It wasn't Harry in the common room in the previous chapter, it was someone else… hehehe… hope you figure out the clues. Julian, thank you for the correction. Hedwig is a HE. Hehehe sorry about that.
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To serpene du feu… whom I couldn't contact… thanks so much for being loyal to my fic…
I wanna give a few clues. Phoenix is connected to Draco in some way… we'll see more of the old characters later… god, I hope you find this fic funny… or nice… honestly I'm in an insecurity breakdown here…
I have my midterms this week so the next chapter will probably come out next week…
I'm having trouble in writing a good eye catching summary. Such limited characters! Can you guys help me out? English isn't my first language, you see…
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