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Chapter Two- In which Hermione Attains True Love's Kiss
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Every shape of every word you say
That breaks the silence of an ordinary day.
Every look that seems to mystify,
Every single smile that spins me to the sky.
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Last night had been centered around the single most terrifying nightmare in his lifetime. This morning as he brushed his hair into place he vowed to forget it and be extra icy to his little mudblood. 'Not mine, just the little mudblood!' he told himself firmly. Whatever charm she had cast on him, little Miss Granger wouldn't get away with it. He would act as if nothing had ever changed between them. 'And nothing has changed' he chided himself. Just because he now found her enchanting and attractive did not mean that he would pursue the matter. In fact there was still a part of him that found her revolting. 'I have to be under a spell' he thought desperately.
"Oy! Are you okay? Looking a bit under the weather."
He glared at Crabbe's younger brother irritably. Sebastian was really starting to bother him. As he walked into the Great Hall he was greeted by weird looks from the Slytherins. He did not doubt that everyone in the castle had heard his screams. The Gryffindors were too noble to say anything, the Hufflepuffs too scared, and the Ravenclaws too wise. His own house however was stupid enough to draw attention.
"What are you looking at!" he snarled.
He dared not glance over at her, already feeling chocolaty eyes focused on his lower back. He could not challenge her outright, he would not, nay could not, allow everyone to witness him confess his sinful thoughts. When they were alone he would force her to reverse the charm, and then he would be free. Meanwhile he had Quidditch to worry about. The last game against Gryffindor, he grimaced slightly, was this afternoon. 'Perhaps a little extra flying time will help me calm my nerves.'
"Goyle, I'm going to the field for a stretch, don't wait up."
He watched the big lug nod dumbly before leaving for the broom cupboard. There lay his faithful Firebolt, a little present from his father. The second he got beyond the castle he kicked off, loving the feel of the wind through his hair. In that second he felt like his old despicable self again. Until he saw his little mudblood sitting in the stands that is. The familiar tenseness returned and he felt his mouth go dry as he landed beside her. What was she doing here with that wayward smile? 'Come to rub your little curse in my face Granger, hah! We'll see who gets the last laugh!'
"Why if it isn't little Miss Mudblood. What are you doing out here Granger without your little fuckbuddies?"
He watched with dread as she gazed down at her feet. What no comeback? He gasped as he felt guilt course through his veins. Why the hell would he feel guilty about putting down his precious mudblood? She looked so vulnerable, so delicate.
"Herm . . . I didn't . . . argh!"
He watched in sudden fascination as her lower lip trembled. It shocked him that such a simple act could make him want her so badly. He told himself that his next act was more to quiet her and lessen his guilt, but of course his (cursed) heart didn't listen.
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It makes me wanna run
It makes me wanna hide
Cuz you're the only one
That makes my love alive
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The prim way her icy lips pinched together made him smile, he had expected as much, so when they parted for him he could not help the tiny moan that escaped. Never in his wildest dreams had he ever imagined kissing Granger, and even then she had never kissed him back. Still, he felt guilt flowing through him, he was sure Granger had never kissed anyone, he would be her first kiss and he knew from Pansy that it was important.
"Mmm Draco? I . . ."
He laid a gentle kiss on her still trembling mouth with a joy he hoped she did not notice. Just the sound of his name on her lips made him want to cry out in ecstasy. But he was not so lost as to not realize what came next. Hermione would probably slap him, call him a disgusting pervert, and run to Weasley. He couldn't help the sudden curve of his mouth. Whatever tortures he would have to suffer on the train home would be worth it this time. He had finally gotten a taste of what Weasley would never value.
"What are you smiling at?! Think this funny do you!"
The sudden cloudiness of her features made the smile widen into an all out grin. So she too had been affected in some way.
"Not funny, just predictable. I think I finally understand you."
Hermione frowned up at him, a hand still seated on the muscle in his arm. Draco Malfoy thought he understood her? It was insane!
"Oh really?! So you will understand when I do this!"
He braced himself, but when the breath was knocked out of him it was a totally different sensation than he expected. There was no blood, instead he found Hermione molded against him, one leg wrapping around so that she fit snugly over his quivering member. She was right, he did not understand her at all. The thought of possession came over him, but she showed no signs of being possessed. She seemed to be acting of her own free will. 'And god knows I will be there whenever she wants to exercise free will.'
"So Draco, did you understand any of that?" she asked sweetly.
He shook his head and felt her press against him firmly. What Granger was trying to do he wasn't quite sure, but he liked it. He grinned as she ran a free hand through his hair, he liked it very much. He would give anything to be back in his bedroom right then, but he was on the Quidditch field, and he could feel the hands of the clock begin to change. The game would start soon and he couldn't afford a very close confrontation with Potter and Weasley at this point. He needed both hands to catch the Snitch. As he ran a hand over the small of her back another thought crossed his mind. 'What if they sent Granger to distract me?' He noted the glazed look in her eyes with masculine pride. 'No she is just as affected as I am.'
"You may think me daft for asking, but . . . might we continue this another time? I mean I would love to now, but . . ." he asked hoarsely.
Hermione grasped him from behind making one final statement against his mouth.
Chapter Two- In which Hermione Attains True Love's Kiss
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Every shape of every word you say
That breaks the silence of an ordinary day.
Every look that seems to mystify,
Every single smile that spins me to the sky.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Last night had been centered around the single most terrifying nightmare in his lifetime. This morning as he brushed his hair into place he vowed to forget it and be extra icy to his little mudblood. 'Not mine, just the little mudblood!' he told himself firmly. Whatever charm she had cast on him, little Miss Granger wouldn't get away with it. He would act as if nothing had ever changed between them. 'And nothing has changed' he chided himself. Just because he now found her enchanting and attractive did not mean that he would pursue the matter. In fact there was still a part of him that found her revolting. 'I have to be under a spell' he thought desperately.
"Oy! Are you okay? Looking a bit under the weather."
He glared at Crabbe's younger brother irritably. Sebastian was really starting to bother him. As he walked into the Great Hall he was greeted by weird looks from the Slytherins. He did not doubt that everyone in the castle had heard his screams. The Gryffindors were too noble to say anything, the Hufflepuffs too scared, and the Ravenclaws too wise. His own house however was stupid enough to draw attention.
"What are you looking at!" he snarled.
He dared not glance over at her, already feeling chocolaty eyes focused on his lower back. He could not challenge her outright, he would not, nay could not, allow everyone to witness him confess his sinful thoughts. When they were alone he would force her to reverse the charm, and then he would be free. Meanwhile he had Quidditch to worry about. The last game against Gryffindor, he grimaced slightly, was this afternoon. 'Perhaps a little extra flying time will help me calm my nerves.'
"Goyle, I'm going to the field for a stretch, don't wait up."
He watched the big lug nod dumbly before leaving for the broom cupboard. There lay his faithful Firebolt, a little present from his father. The second he got beyond the castle he kicked off, loving the feel of the wind through his hair. In that second he felt like his old despicable self again. Until he saw his little mudblood sitting in the stands that is. The familiar tenseness returned and he felt his mouth go dry as he landed beside her. What was she doing here with that wayward smile? 'Come to rub your little curse in my face Granger, hah! We'll see who gets the last laugh!'
"Why if it isn't little Miss Mudblood. What are you doing out here Granger without your little fuckbuddies?"
He watched with dread as she gazed down at her feet. What no comeback? He gasped as he felt guilt course through his veins. Why the hell would he feel guilty about putting down his precious mudblood? She looked so vulnerable, so delicate.
"Herm . . . I didn't . . . argh!"
He watched in sudden fascination as her lower lip trembled. It shocked him that such a simple act could make him want her so badly. He told himself that his next act was more to quiet her and lessen his guilt, but of course his (cursed) heart didn't listen.
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It makes me wanna run
It makes me wanna hide
Cuz you're the only one
That makes my love alive
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
The prim way her icy lips pinched together made him smile, he had expected as much, so when they parted for him he could not help the tiny moan that escaped. Never in his wildest dreams had he ever imagined kissing Granger, and even then she had never kissed him back. Still, he felt guilt flowing through him, he was sure Granger had never kissed anyone, he would be her first kiss and he knew from Pansy that it was important.
"Mmm Draco? I . . ."
He laid a gentle kiss on her still trembling mouth with a joy he hoped she did not notice. Just the sound of his name on her lips made him want to cry out in ecstasy. But he was not so lost as to not realize what came next. Hermione would probably slap him, call him a disgusting pervert, and run to Weasley. He couldn't help the sudden curve of his mouth. Whatever tortures he would have to suffer on the train home would be worth it this time. He had finally gotten a taste of what Weasley would never value.
"What are you smiling at?! Think this funny do you!"
The sudden cloudiness of her features made the smile widen into an all out grin. So she too had been affected in some way.
"Not funny, just predictable. I think I finally understand you."
Hermione frowned up at him, a hand still seated on the muscle in his arm. Draco Malfoy thought he understood her? It was insane!
"Oh really?! So you will understand when I do this!"
He braced himself, but when the breath was knocked out of him it was a totally different sensation than he expected. There was no blood, instead he found Hermione molded against him, one leg wrapping around so that she fit snugly over his quivering member. She was right, he did not understand her at all. The thought of possession came over him, but she showed no signs of being possessed. She seemed to be acting of her own free will. 'And god knows I will be there whenever she wants to exercise free will.'
"So Draco, did you understand any of that?" she asked sweetly.
He shook his head and felt her press against him firmly. What Granger was trying to do he wasn't quite sure, but he liked it. He grinned as she ran a free hand through his hair, he liked it very much. He would give anything to be back in his bedroom right then, but he was on the Quidditch field, and he could feel the hands of the clock begin to change. The game would start soon and he couldn't afford a very close confrontation with Potter and Weasley at this point. He needed both hands to catch the Snitch. As he ran a hand over the small of her back another thought crossed his mind. 'What if they sent Granger to distract me?' He noted the glazed look in her eyes with masculine pride. 'No she is just as affected as I am.'
"You may think me daft for asking, but . . . might we continue this another time? I mean I would love to now, but . . ." he asked hoarsely.
Hermione grasped him from behind making one final statement against his mouth.