Eye of the Dragon, Eloquence of the Heart
Chapter Two
Disclaimer: I still own nothing
Draco watched Hermione go upstairs to her dorm. ::That stupid goody two shoes Mudblood always thinks she runs the world.:: He had known, and hated her since their first year. He didn't have a reason to like her. His father, Luscious, had always told him that Mudbloods were filthy, and didn't deserve to associate with purebloods like the Malfoy's. Not wanting to disobey his father, which was always a bad thing to do, Draco hated Hermione with a passion. It annoyed him even more when she never seemed to be irritated by his comments.
Trying to push thoughts of Hermione out of his head, Draco went back to reading. But he couldn't concentrate. He was itching to get back on his Firebolt 2000, and practice Quidditch for a while. He hadn't been on his broom in almost a week, which was a record for him. ::Well its been less time than the last time I had a good shag.:: He didn't count Pansy Parkinson as "a good" shag. She was more like a rubber doll that screamed when she thought it was appropriate.
Deciding that he had had enough reading, Draco stood up gracefully, even though no one was watching, and went to his dorm to get his broom. When he passed Hermione's door, he wondered what she was doing alone in her room. He had only been in there once, and it wasn't an experience he wanted to repeat. However, curiosity got the better of him, and he crept inside her room.
Draco couldn't believe his eyes. He saw laying on top of the king sized bed, Hermione, sleeping. ::Why does Hermione look so beautiful like that? DID YOU JUST THINK BEAUTIFUL AND HERMIONE IN THE SAME SENTENCE? MALFOY'S DO NOT DO THAT!!:: But he couldn't help but stare. Her chocolate brown ringlets were fanned around her head that almost made it look like a halo. She was still wearing her school uniform, and the skirt was creeping up her thighs.
Very quietly, he walked across the room to her bed. Without moving her bed too much, and hopefully without touching her, Draco slowly lifted her skirt up. His breath caught short when he saw what was underneath the skirt. Or rather what wasn't under the skirt. All he saw was a small patch of brown hair and nothing else.:: Who would have thought that she went commando?::
The infamous Malfoy smirk appeared on Draco's mouth. What did the school know-it-all wear underneath ::her ::skirt? The entire school would be dying to know that secret. A brilliant plan blossomed in Draco's head. How much would she being willing to do to stop him from sharing this secret? No one would take her seriously anymore if they knew this. But, how could he prove it? Moving silently, Draco went back to his room, grabbed his camera, and went back to Hermione's room. Only feeling slightly like a pornographer, he started taking pictures, making sure that he included her skirt up around her waist and her lack of panties underneath. Unfortunately, his camera wasn't alone in what he saw. He and his penis saw it too, and that was bad.
He could feel an erection growing and he was disgusted. This was a Mudblood. A Mudblood shouldn't be able to do this to someone of higher blood. It wasn't right. Frantic to get out of her room, Draco almost dropped the expensive camera. He dashed out, and went to the comfort of his on dorm. Thoughts of flying were far away. He penis was throbbing rather uncomfortably, and he needed someway to relieve that.
"Pansy," he muttered, and hurried out.
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Hermione woke up rather groggy. She couldn't remember why she was waking up either. It couldn't be morning yet! She looked at her clock; 7:30...
"Oh no! Detention...Snape... Draco... DRACO? DID I JUST CALL HIM DRACO?... but detention! Snape is going to KILL ME!"
In her haste, Hermione failed to notice that her skirt was up around her waist. She just rushed to get her robes, and threw them on, and dashed down to the dungeons.
Holding a stitch in her side, she arrived in the dungeon for her detention.
"I...am...so...sorry...Professor..." Hermione panted, still holding her side.
"I don't want to hear it Miss Granger," said Snape, his voice cold. "You have just lost Gryffindor another 25 points, and made the detention harder for Mr. Malfoy and yourself."
Hermione glanced over at Draco, who was looking mutinous. She was about to say something to Snape, but thought better of it. ::I don't want to lose any other points for Gryffindor. And I don't want to give him the satisfaction of getting under my skin.:: She tried to smile and said, "Professor, what are we doing tonight?"
"Well, ::Miss Granger::, you and Mr. Malfoy will be cleaning this classroom. The ::entire:: classroom. By hand, no magic. I will be working in my office down the corridor. I don't want to hear as much as a peep from either of you, am I clear?"
Hermione and Draco nodded in consent, and Snape turned on his heal and left.
"Well Granger, this could prove to be a ::very:: interesting evening," Draco said, with his ever permanent smirk.
Irritated, Hermione answered, "And why is that Malfoy? Are you going to bounce around the dungeons as a ferret? Because, I mean, that would be amusing."
Ignoring what she said, Draco continued. "Oh nothing like that, you see, I found something very interesting tonight about what goes on 'down under'. Wouldn't you agree?"
"What are you talking about Malfoy?" Hermione snapped.
"Oh I think you know," Draco said seductively, as he walked closer, "what is under that 'oh so very cute' skirt you wear. Or should I say, what isn't under there."
A/N: soo? Do you like it so far? I hope so!! Please let me know what I can do to make it better!!! And by the way, the Italics weren't working when I posted this chapter, so anything :: like this ::: is a thought!!
Chapter Two
Disclaimer: I still own nothing
Draco watched Hermione go upstairs to her dorm. ::That stupid goody two shoes Mudblood always thinks she runs the world.:: He had known, and hated her since their first year. He didn't have a reason to like her. His father, Luscious, had always told him that Mudbloods were filthy, and didn't deserve to associate with purebloods like the Malfoy's. Not wanting to disobey his father, which was always a bad thing to do, Draco hated Hermione with a passion. It annoyed him even more when she never seemed to be irritated by his comments.
Trying to push thoughts of Hermione out of his head, Draco went back to reading. But he couldn't concentrate. He was itching to get back on his Firebolt 2000, and practice Quidditch for a while. He hadn't been on his broom in almost a week, which was a record for him. ::Well its been less time than the last time I had a good shag.:: He didn't count Pansy Parkinson as "a good" shag. She was more like a rubber doll that screamed when she thought it was appropriate.
Deciding that he had had enough reading, Draco stood up gracefully, even though no one was watching, and went to his dorm to get his broom. When he passed Hermione's door, he wondered what she was doing alone in her room. He had only been in there once, and it wasn't an experience he wanted to repeat. However, curiosity got the better of him, and he crept inside her room.
Draco couldn't believe his eyes. He saw laying on top of the king sized bed, Hermione, sleeping. ::Why does Hermione look so beautiful like that? DID YOU JUST THINK BEAUTIFUL AND HERMIONE IN THE SAME SENTENCE? MALFOY'S DO NOT DO THAT!!:: But he couldn't help but stare. Her chocolate brown ringlets were fanned around her head that almost made it look like a halo. She was still wearing her school uniform, and the skirt was creeping up her thighs.
Very quietly, he walked across the room to her bed. Without moving her bed too much, and hopefully without touching her, Draco slowly lifted her skirt up. His breath caught short when he saw what was underneath the skirt. Or rather what wasn't under the skirt. All he saw was a small patch of brown hair and nothing else.:: Who would have thought that she went commando?::
The infamous Malfoy smirk appeared on Draco's mouth. What did the school know-it-all wear underneath ::her ::skirt? The entire school would be dying to know that secret. A brilliant plan blossomed in Draco's head. How much would she being willing to do to stop him from sharing this secret? No one would take her seriously anymore if they knew this. But, how could he prove it? Moving silently, Draco went back to his room, grabbed his camera, and went back to Hermione's room. Only feeling slightly like a pornographer, he started taking pictures, making sure that he included her skirt up around her waist and her lack of panties underneath. Unfortunately, his camera wasn't alone in what he saw. He and his penis saw it too, and that was bad.
He could feel an erection growing and he was disgusted. This was a Mudblood. A Mudblood shouldn't be able to do this to someone of higher blood. It wasn't right. Frantic to get out of her room, Draco almost dropped the expensive camera. He dashed out, and went to the comfort of his on dorm. Thoughts of flying were far away. He penis was throbbing rather uncomfortably, and he needed someway to relieve that.
"Pansy," he muttered, and hurried out.
* * * * * * * *
Hermione woke up rather groggy. She couldn't remember why she was waking up either. It couldn't be morning yet! She looked at her clock; 7:30...
"Oh no! Detention...Snape... Draco... DRACO? DID I JUST CALL HIM DRACO?... but detention! Snape is going to KILL ME!"
In her haste, Hermione failed to notice that her skirt was up around her waist. She just rushed to get her robes, and threw them on, and dashed down to the dungeons.
Holding a stitch in her side, she arrived in the dungeon for her detention.
"I...am...so...sorry...Professor..." Hermione panted, still holding her side.
"I don't want to hear it Miss Granger," said Snape, his voice cold. "You have just lost Gryffindor another 25 points, and made the detention harder for Mr. Malfoy and yourself."
Hermione glanced over at Draco, who was looking mutinous. She was about to say something to Snape, but thought better of it. ::I don't want to lose any other points for Gryffindor. And I don't want to give him the satisfaction of getting under my skin.:: She tried to smile and said, "Professor, what are we doing tonight?"
"Well, ::Miss Granger::, you and Mr. Malfoy will be cleaning this classroom. The ::entire:: classroom. By hand, no magic. I will be working in my office down the corridor. I don't want to hear as much as a peep from either of you, am I clear?"
Hermione and Draco nodded in consent, and Snape turned on his heal and left.
"Well Granger, this could prove to be a ::very:: interesting evening," Draco said, with his ever permanent smirk.
Irritated, Hermione answered, "And why is that Malfoy? Are you going to bounce around the dungeons as a ferret? Because, I mean, that would be amusing."
Ignoring what she said, Draco continued. "Oh nothing like that, you see, I found something very interesting tonight about what goes on 'down under'. Wouldn't you agree?"
"What are you talking about Malfoy?" Hermione snapped.
"Oh I think you know," Draco said seductively, as he walked closer, "what is under that 'oh so very cute' skirt you wear. Or should I say, what isn't under there."
A/N: soo? Do you like it so far? I hope so!! Please let me know what I can do to make it better!!! And by the way, the Italics weren't working when I posted this chapter, so anything :: like this ::: is a thought!!