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HopelessAmore - yes, Pansy does manage to fuck things up
Miaboo - our show will be resurrected, I promise! you will write good sex scenes in time, but if i remember correctly, you wrote a pretty damn good one in that one story of yours...
Unique T - Don't worry, all will turn out okay.
Ch 6
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"Obliviate!" Hermione shouted, brandishing her wand at Pansy's no-longer triumphant face. The spell hit the girl and she looked stunned. Thank the Gods for Hermione's quick thinking, Draco thought as he walked up to Pansy.
"You never loved Draco Malfoy, and never will. You never saw him and Hermione here." he said firmly.
"Never loved...Never saw..." she murmured, her eyes glazed over.
"Now, go to Care of Magical Creatures, and kiss Goyle." he added, smiling in anticipation of what would happen. The girl nodded dreamily and walked off, zombie-like.
"That was close." Hermione said, her heart still fluttering from the combined shocks of Pansy and Draco's loving kiss.
"Yeah. We'd better keep this super secret. Who knows who could stumble in..."
"Well, we have our wands and I'm pretty sure you and I know the most about different magical spells, so we should be fine." Hermione mused.
He nodded, agreeing. "Then I'll see you later?"
"Test in Arithmancy, remember?"
"We'll...study." He licked his lips.
"Haha, no you don't, Draco Malfoy. I bet you haven't studied a wink in your life."
"Why should I? Father could buy my grades." Little did she know he worked damn hard to remain top boy of his classes, just to prove to his dad that he didn't need to have shit bought for him.
"Typical." she smiled and squeezed his hand before running off.
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"Hermione." Harry was determined to find out the exact reason why she'd been gone alot lately and barely talking to him or Ron.
"Yes?" she looked up from a book she was immersed in.
"Why've you been blowing us off?"
"What?" she gave him a quizzical look.
"You know what I mean. You've been off in your own little world, and you've been sneaking off when it's not even your Head duty patrol. What's up with that?"
"Quit badgering me, Harry. Why is it all of a sudden your business? I mean, really, I don't ask you how many girls you've slept with or why you were down in the Slytherin dungeons the other night! What, were you getting it in the backdoor with Malfoy?" she smiled inside, knowing she hit a nerve in him.
"How dare you, Hermione!" a flush rose in his cheeks.
"I was only kidding."
"Just the same. Come on, I'm supposed to be your best friend. Why can't you tell me anything?" Harry's beautiful, fresh-grass green eyes were pleading.
"I..." Hermione was stunned. She really had been neglecting them. "I've just been seeing someone."
"I knew it, since the hickey incident." Harry looked pleased. "Finally, Hermione's getting some action."
"If you knew, why'd you ask?" she said with a small smile.
"So you'd talk to me."
That stung Hermione, and she bit her lip sadly. "I'm sorry, Harry. I just...well, it'd be bad if anyone found out."
"I understand. So...don't mention anything about me being in the dungeons, and I'll tell Ron you've been put on extra patrol duty?" Harry had that secretive twinkle in his eye.
"Deal. Thanks, Harry. Someday I'll tell you, but I don't think he'd like it."
Harry thought. "Maybe...MAYBE IT'S A 'SHE'!!" he grinned. "Lesbian action, whoo-hoo!!!!"
She rolled her eyes. "I love you and all, Harry, but...you drive me nuts."
"If it IS a girl, and you don't tell me, you won't be allowed to sit with me on the train." he joked.
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"He thinks you're a girl." Hermione giggled, entwined in Draco's pale arms.
"Funny. I'm just so feminine." Draco said sarcastically.
"Never. You're very much a man." she stroked a certain part of his anatomy that laid testimony to the fact, a seductive smile on her face.
He pinched her nipples and began planting long, wet kisses on her neck. Shivers ran down her spine and to what was already a very warm and wet place, and she moaned a little.
"Moan more. I love it." he growled into her neck, which he was now love-biting. Two of his talented fingers slipped into her, and she obeyed his request adamantly. His other hand was squeezing and stimulating her left breast, and he was about to slide his manhood into her when they heard a noise.
"Hermione?!" Harry and a Slytherin prefect by the name of Lysette (Malfoy's second cousin, he was surprised to find out) had came through the hidden wall. Malfoy there with her? NAKED?! So this is why she couldn't tell him...he began to hear blood pounding in his head.
"Harry?!" When would he ever date a Slytherin? Hermione looked Lysette over. The girl had smoldering dark eyes, and beautiful cupid's bow lips. She had pencil thin hair reminiscent of Draco's, only hers was jet black and went past her waist. Then Hermione realized why Harry liked her. The girl probably had to order her bras from a catalog, she was so huge.
"Why, Scarhead. Who'dve ever thought, the woman you were about to shag is not only a Slytherin, but my own second cousin." Malfoy seemed calm with the situation. Deep inside he knew that Harry couldn't tell anyone, because he didn't want anyone to know he'd bed a Slytherin chick, big tits or not.
Harry was speechless. He turned to Lysette. "Really?"
She nodded. "Is there something wrong?" she had a voice that was way too syrupy. Hermione didn't like her one bit.
"Er...you do know that Malfoy and I are mortal enemies, right?"
"Mm...Once you put it that way..."
"It'd really be interesting," Malfoy stood up, wrapping a sheet around himself, "If you two ended up procreating. What a scandal that would be. Unless you haven't had her yet."
Harry's guilty look revealed that he indeed had.
"Don't worry," she murmured to him, "I took some birth control."
"Hermione? How could you?" Harry felt like he'd been hit by one of those Mack trucks Muggles were always talking about.
"I...Harry...I don't know how it happened...but it did. And how could I, how could you?!"
Harry stared at the two, infuriated. His best friend sleeping with his worst enemy. How fucking could she? "I thought you were my friend, Hermione."
"I am!" she protested, tears coming to her face. If only he'd understand!
"Then how could you do this?"
"Do what? This is a man who I feel I could be with for a long time, Harry. He hasn't done anything but treat me right, and isn't that all you'd ever want for me?"
"He's using you to get to me, don't you understand?! He's using you, so he can set Voldemort on me." Harry's eyes were daggers.
"Oh fucking come on, Scarhead." Malfoy walked closer to him. "You really think I'd go to all the trouble of keeping this secret and such if I were doing that? This has been going on a month, Potter. This is for real. Look, if Voldemort wants to kill you so bad, he should be powerful enough to find you without anyone elses' help. If not, then he's a fucking fool. I don't give a shit about him. Frankly, I fucking wish he'd just disappear. Lysette can tell you."
The beautiful girl nodded. "We both loathe him. He's ruined our families. He's ruined a lot of things. Just because we're in Slytherin doesn't mean we owe our loyalties to the Dark Lord."
Harry didn't know what to think. They could be lying. But deep down he knew they weren't. "Fine." he said after a few minutes' silence. "Still, Hermione, friends tell friends things. You shouldn'tve kept it secret."
"You'd have flipped out either way." Hermione said sagely.
"No, I wouldn't-" he thought. "Alright then, maybe I would. Maybe, er...Lysette...we should find some other place..."
"Yes." they turned to leave.
"Harry-" Hermione began.
He stopped halfway through the wall and looked back at her, Malfoy settling his arms around her protectively. She was in good hands, even if he didn't agree with it. The two almost...almost seemed natural. "Yeah?"
She stared sadly at him. "I'm sorry."
Harry didn't know what to say. He just nodded and followed Lysette out of sight.
Kelly-Thank ya!
HopelessAmore - yes, Pansy does manage to fuck things up
Miaboo - our show will be resurrected, I promise! you will write good sex scenes in time, but if i remember correctly, you wrote a pretty damn good one in that one story of yours...
Unique T - Don't worry, all will turn out okay.
Ch 6
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"Obliviate!" Hermione shouted, brandishing her wand at Pansy's no-longer triumphant face. The spell hit the girl and she looked stunned. Thank the Gods for Hermione's quick thinking, Draco thought as he walked up to Pansy.
"You never loved Draco Malfoy, and never will. You never saw him and Hermione here." he said firmly.
"Never loved...Never saw..." she murmured, her eyes glazed over.
"Now, go to Care of Magical Creatures, and kiss Goyle." he added, smiling in anticipation of what would happen. The girl nodded dreamily and walked off, zombie-like.
"That was close." Hermione said, her heart still fluttering from the combined shocks of Pansy and Draco's loving kiss.
"Yeah. We'd better keep this super secret. Who knows who could stumble in..."
"Well, we have our wands and I'm pretty sure you and I know the most about different magical spells, so we should be fine." Hermione mused.
He nodded, agreeing. "Then I'll see you later?"
"Test in Arithmancy, remember?"
"We'll...study." He licked his lips.
"Haha, no you don't, Draco Malfoy. I bet you haven't studied a wink in your life."
"Why should I? Father could buy my grades." Little did she know he worked damn hard to remain top boy of his classes, just to prove to his dad that he didn't need to have shit bought for him.
"Typical." she smiled and squeezed his hand before running off.
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"Hermione." Harry was determined to find out the exact reason why she'd been gone alot lately and barely talking to him or Ron.
"Yes?" she looked up from a book she was immersed in.
"Why've you been blowing us off?"
"What?" she gave him a quizzical look.
"You know what I mean. You've been off in your own little world, and you've been sneaking off when it's not even your Head duty patrol. What's up with that?"
"Quit badgering me, Harry. Why is it all of a sudden your business? I mean, really, I don't ask you how many girls you've slept with or why you were down in the Slytherin dungeons the other night! What, were you getting it in the backdoor with Malfoy?" she smiled inside, knowing she hit a nerve in him.
"How dare you, Hermione!" a flush rose in his cheeks.
"I was only kidding."
"Just the same. Come on, I'm supposed to be your best friend. Why can't you tell me anything?" Harry's beautiful, fresh-grass green eyes were pleading.
"I..." Hermione was stunned. She really had been neglecting them. "I've just been seeing someone."
"I knew it, since the hickey incident." Harry looked pleased. "Finally, Hermione's getting some action."
"If you knew, why'd you ask?" she said with a small smile.
"So you'd talk to me."
That stung Hermione, and she bit her lip sadly. "I'm sorry, Harry. I just...well, it'd be bad if anyone found out."
"I understand. So...don't mention anything about me being in the dungeons, and I'll tell Ron you've been put on extra patrol duty?" Harry had that secretive twinkle in his eye.
"Deal. Thanks, Harry. Someday I'll tell you, but I don't think he'd like it."
Harry thought. "Maybe...MAYBE IT'S A 'SHE'!!" he grinned. "Lesbian action, whoo-hoo!!!!"
She rolled her eyes. "I love you and all, Harry, but...you drive me nuts."
"If it IS a girl, and you don't tell me, you won't be allowed to sit with me on the train." he joked.
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"He thinks you're a girl." Hermione giggled, entwined in Draco's pale arms.
"Funny. I'm just so feminine." Draco said sarcastically.
"Never. You're very much a man." she stroked a certain part of his anatomy that laid testimony to the fact, a seductive smile on her face.
He pinched her nipples and began planting long, wet kisses on her neck. Shivers ran down her spine and to what was already a very warm and wet place, and she moaned a little.
"Moan more. I love it." he growled into her neck, which he was now love-biting. Two of his talented fingers slipped into her, and she obeyed his request adamantly. His other hand was squeezing and stimulating her left breast, and he was about to slide his manhood into her when they heard a noise.
"Hermione?!" Harry and a Slytherin prefect by the name of Lysette (Malfoy's second cousin, he was surprised to find out) had came through the hidden wall. Malfoy there with her? NAKED?! So this is why she couldn't tell him...he began to hear blood pounding in his head.
"Harry?!" When would he ever date a Slytherin? Hermione looked Lysette over. The girl had smoldering dark eyes, and beautiful cupid's bow lips. She had pencil thin hair reminiscent of Draco's, only hers was jet black and went past her waist. Then Hermione realized why Harry liked her. The girl probably had to order her bras from a catalog, she was so huge.
"Why, Scarhead. Who'dve ever thought, the woman you were about to shag is not only a Slytherin, but my own second cousin." Malfoy seemed calm with the situation. Deep inside he knew that Harry couldn't tell anyone, because he didn't want anyone to know he'd bed a Slytherin chick, big tits or not.
Harry was speechless. He turned to Lysette. "Really?"
She nodded. "Is there something wrong?" she had a voice that was way too syrupy. Hermione didn't like her one bit.
"Er...you do know that Malfoy and I are mortal enemies, right?"
"Mm...Once you put it that way..."
"It'd really be interesting," Malfoy stood up, wrapping a sheet around himself, "If you two ended up procreating. What a scandal that would be. Unless you haven't had her yet."
Harry's guilty look revealed that he indeed had.
"Don't worry," she murmured to him, "I took some birth control."
"Hermione? How could you?" Harry felt like he'd been hit by one of those Mack trucks Muggles were always talking about.
"I...Harry...I don't know how it happened...but it did. And how could I, how could you?!"
Harry stared at the two, infuriated. His best friend sleeping with his worst enemy. How fucking could she? "I thought you were my friend, Hermione."
"I am!" she protested, tears coming to her face. If only he'd understand!
"Then how could you do this?"
"Do what? This is a man who I feel I could be with for a long time, Harry. He hasn't done anything but treat me right, and isn't that all you'd ever want for me?"
"He's using you to get to me, don't you understand?! He's using you, so he can set Voldemort on me." Harry's eyes were daggers.
"Oh fucking come on, Scarhead." Malfoy walked closer to him. "You really think I'd go to all the trouble of keeping this secret and such if I were doing that? This has been going on a month, Potter. This is for real. Look, if Voldemort wants to kill you so bad, he should be powerful enough to find you without anyone elses' help. If not, then he's a fucking fool. I don't give a shit about him. Frankly, I fucking wish he'd just disappear. Lysette can tell you."
The beautiful girl nodded. "We both loathe him. He's ruined our families. He's ruined a lot of things. Just because we're in Slytherin doesn't mean we owe our loyalties to the Dark Lord."
Harry didn't know what to think. They could be lying. But deep down he knew they weren't. "Fine." he said after a few minutes' silence. "Still, Hermione, friends tell friends things. You shouldn'tve kept it secret."
"You'd have flipped out either way." Hermione said sagely.
"No, I wouldn't-" he thought. "Alright then, maybe I would. Maybe, er...Lysette...we should find some other place..."
"Yes." they turned to leave.
"Harry-" Hermione began.
He stopped halfway through the wall and looked back at her, Malfoy settling his arms around her protectively. She was in good hands, even if he didn't agree with it. The two almost...almost seemed natural. "Yeah?"
She stared sadly at him. "I'm sorry."
Harry didn't know what to say. He just nodded and followed Lysette out of sight.
