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~~~~~~~~~~Chapter Six- [Uncontrollable] Urges (Draco's POV)
I sat in the common room finishing up my Potions essay. I couldn't sleep thinking about that messy hair and those fierce eyes.
'Draco' a voice called in my head. My love was calling to me. I immediately dropped my quill and ran out. Destination: Gryffindor tower. Before I reached the wretched Fat Lady, I flattened out my robes and my hair, trying not to look so rushed. I had gotten the password from a frightened first year, just in case I would ever need it.
I walked into the common room. My gaze fell the the big red couch in the center of the room. My love was laying on the couch, caught up in a rather large book. Her long hair was spread over the arm of the couch. Her big brown eyes, rapidly roaming back and forth over the page. I cleared my throat to make my presence known.
"You're late," Hermione said without so much as a glance towards me.
"Sorry, Slytherins get nosey," I replied.
She casually put her book down and walked to where I was standing. Hermione took my hand and led me up the staircase. She took me to her empty dormitory. There was too much pink and it smelled of feminine products, but I was there for Hermione and nothing would get in my way.
I gently pushed her onto the bed (or at least, I suspected it was her bed due to the massive pile of books on her night stand). I descended on top of her, forcibly pressing my lips against hers. She invaded my mouth and our tongues danced playfully. My hands snaked their way up Hermione's shirt. She gasped the moment my cold hands touched her burning skin.
"Let me warm you up," she offered. Hermione carefully switched our positions so that she was on the top.
"Never figured you for the dominating type," I laughed.
"Don't judge a book by it's cover," she stated coolly. ~It figures that she would bring books into the sex talk.~
Her lips crashed into mine. All else in my train of thought was lost. By the time our passionate kiss was over, both our shirts were on the ground. She was wearing a lacy black bra with silver casually took off my pants all together tossing them carelessly into the middle of the room. Her lips found their way back to mine.
The door clicked shut. We looked over to see the horrified face of Weasley and the hurt face of Harry.
~Harry...~
All my memories started to come back to me. The name calling, the fighting, the kissing, me asking Harry to be my boyfriend. I practically threw Granger off of me. I looked back at Harry. Our eyes met. It scared me to see how emotionless he now looked. He would never forgive me.
"Harry I-"
He cut me off with a furious glare. He then stormed out of the room, slamming the door in the process.
I turned to Granger who was getting up, off the floor.
"You stupid mudblood wench! If you ever come near me again, I will make it my personal goal to get you expelled. And let me remind you, I always get what I want. I can only assume that This was a love potion. And you know that love potions are illegal." I shot her the evilest glare I could muster.
Weasley still stood there shocked to the core. And I really couldn't blame him. He had been dating Granger for almost a full year. But I don't expect that to last much longer. But for now, my only priority was finding Harry and setting things right.
I frantically searched all of the tower: all the dorms, the common room, the bathroom. ~He must have left Gryffindor, but where would he go?~ The library would be closed this late at night. So would the kitchens. It was way too cold to go outside. There wasn't really any other place he could have gone. ~Except...~ What if he went to the classroom we met in, no more than three nights ago? It seemed the likeliest place he would go.
I made my way to the portrait hole.
Before I reached it though, it opened. Professor McGonagall walked in. I could see the shock on her face, and almost picture what she was thinking:
(Slytherin=enemy+evil+sneaky)+(Gryffindor=brave+friendly+adventurous)=Trouble
Mr. Malfoy, you have some explaining to do," she said, practically dragging me into Dumbledore's office.
When we got to the stone gargoyle, she whispered the password so I couldn't hear. I sniggered at how much she trusted me. She opened the door for me, and we entered the circular office. Dumbledore sat behind a rather cluttered desk.
"What brings you here at this hour, Minerva?" he asked, looking at me.
"I found Mr. Malfoy here, out of his dorm after hours in the Gryffindor tower no less."
Would you care to explain, Mr. Malfoy, why you were in a rival house's sleeping quarters?" Dumbledore asked softly.
I really don't mind Dumbledore as much as I pretend to. I guess it's because I know that if anyone were to help me with my voldemort problem it would either be Harry or him. And I don't think Harry would talk to me, much less help me at the moment.
"I'll tell you." For a second our eyes met, and a thousand words were exchanged, yet none at all.
"Minerva?" Professor McGonagall stepped forward. "Would you mind checking on Peeves and make sure he is not causing any trouble?"
"Not at all, Albus." She stepped out of the room. I listened to the tapping of her shoes on the stairs.
Dumbledore looked at me expectantly. After a moment, I sighed and spilled out everything. I told him about the night with Harry in the classroom. I told him of my fears of Voldemort finding out and wanting me to receive the Dark Mark. I told him about the spell that Granger cast on me. And I told him about how Harry had found me in a rather compromising possession. And that I had been looking for Harry when Professor McGonagall had found me.
"Well, I must say, that was an... interesting story."
"Am I in trouble?" I asked.
"No, no. I think all you have to worry about now is getting Harry back."
"What?" I asked, confused. Was he tying to help me?
"Harry is our only chance at winning this war. He won't want to win it if he has nothing left to fight for. When his godfather died, he started to shut himself away from the world. He needs someone in his life right now that can help him cope. I think I have a plan for you to win young Harry's affection again."
"I stared at him in shock."
"First you have to..."
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A/N: Sorry for ending it like this, but I couldn't give away the next Chapie. So sorry for all you that found the Hermione scene grody, I know I did, but it essential to my mini-plot. That, and I love slitting up the trio, they annoy me (Slytherin at heart). Please review if you liked it. Please review if you didn't like it. Please review if you feel indifferent.
**PREVIEW**
We must have sat there for about twenty minutes. Me sobbing, and Ron trying his best to comfort me. I finally calmed down and went to lunch.
We walked into the Great Hall just in time for Dumbledore's speech. ~That's odd, Dumbledore doesn't usually give speeches at lunch.~ He was on a small stage that I had never seen before. Some how, I knew this was going to be embarrassing...
~~~~~~~~~~Chapter Six- [Uncontrollable] Urges (Draco's POV)
I sat in the common room finishing up my Potions essay. I couldn't sleep thinking about that messy hair and those fierce eyes.
'Draco' a voice called in my head. My love was calling to me. I immediately dropped my quill and ran out. Destination: Gryffindor tower. Before I reached the wretched Fat Lady, I flattened out my robes and my hair, trying not to look so rushed. I had gotten the password from a frightened first year, just in case I would ever need it.
I walked into the common room. My gaze fell the the big red couch in the center of the room. My love was laying on the couch, caught up in a rather large book. Her long hair was spread over the arm of the couch. Her big brown eyes, rapidly roaming back and forth over the page. I cleared my throat to make my presence known.
"You're late," Hermione said without so much as a glance towards me.
"Sorry, Slytherins get nosey," I replied.
She casually put her book down and walked to where I was standing. Hermione took my hand and led me up the staircase. She took me to her empty dormitory. There was too much pink and it smelled of feminine products, but I was there for Hermione and nothing would get in my way.
I gently pushed her onto the bed (or at least, I suspected it was her bed due to the massive pile of books on her night stand). I descended on top of her, forcibly pressing my lips against hers. She invaded my mouth and our tongues danced playfully. My hands snaked their way up Hermione's shirt. She gasped the moment my cold hands touched her burning skin.
"Let me warm you up," she offered. Hermione carefully switched our positions so that she was on the top.
"Never figured you for the dominating type," I laughed.
"Don't judge a book by it's cover," she stated coolly. ~It figures that she would bring books into the sex talk.~
Her lips crashed into mine. All else in my train of thought was lost. By the time our passionate kiss was over, both our shirts were on the ground. She was wearing a lacy black bra with silver casually took off my pants all together tossing them carelessly into the middle of the room. Her lips found their way back to mine.
The door clicked shut. We looked over to see the horrified face of Weasley and the hurt face of Harry.
~Harry...~
All my memories started to come back to me. The name calling, the fighting, the kissing, me asking Harry to be my boyfriend. I practically threw Granger off of me. I looked back at Harry. Our eyes met. It scared me to see how emotionless he now looked. He would never forgive me.
"Harry I-"
He cut me off with a furious glare. He then stormed out of the room, slamming the door in the process.
I turned to Granger who was getting up, off the floor.
"You stupid mudblood wench! If you ever come near me again, I will make it my personal goal to get you expelled. And let me remind you, I always get what I want. I can only assume that This was a love potion. And you know that love potions are illegal." I shot her the evilest glare I could muster.
Weasley still stood there shocked to the core. And I really couldn't blame him. He had been dating Granger for almost a full year. But I don't expect that to last much longer. But for now, my only priority was finding Harry and setting things right.
I frantically searched all of the tower: all the dorms, the common room, the bathroom. ~He must have left Gryffindor, but where would he go?~ The library would be closed this late at night. So would the kitchens. It was way too cold to go outside. There wasn't really any other place he could have gone. ~Except...~ What if he went to the classroom we met in, no more than three nights ago? It seemed the likeliest place he would go.
I made my way to the portrait hole.
Before I reached it though, it opened. Professor McGonagall walked in. I could see the shock on her face, and almost picture what she was thinking:
(Slytherin=enemy+evil+sneaky)+(Gryffindor=brave+friendly+adventurous)=Trouble
Mr. Malfoy, you have some explaining to do," she said, practically dragging me into Dumbledore's office.
When we got to the stone gargoyle, she whispered the password so I couldn't hear. I sniggered at how much she trusted me. She opened the door for me, and we entered the circular office. Dumbledore sat behind a rather cluttered desk.
"What brings you here at this hour, Minerva?" he asked, looking at me.
"I found Mr. Malfoy here, out of his dorm after hours in the Gryffindor tower no less."
Would you care to explain, Mr. Malfoy, why you were in a rival house's sleeping quarters?" Dumbledore asked softly.
I really don't mind Dumbledore as much as I pretend to. I guess it's because I know that if anyone were to help me with my voldemort problem it would either be Harry or him. And I don't think Harry would talk to me, much less help me at the moment.
"I'll tell you." For a second our eyes met, and a thousand words were exchanged, yet none at all.
"Minerva?" Professor McGonagall stepped forward. "Would you mind checking on Peeves and make sure he is not causing any trouble?"
"Not at all, Albus." She stepped out of the room. I listened to the tapping of her shoes on the stairs.
Dumbledore looked at me expectantly. After a moment, I sighed and spilled out everything. I told him about the night with Harry in the classroom. I told him of my fears of Voldemort finding out and wanting me to receive the Dark Mark. I told him about the spell that Granger cast on me. And I told him about how Harry had found me in a rather compromising possession. And that I had been looking for Harry when Professor McGonagall had found me.
"Well, I must say, that was an... interesting story."
"Am I in trouble?" I asked.
"No, no. I think all you have to worry about now is getting Harry back."
"What?" I asked, confused. Was he tying to help me?
"Harry is our only chance at winning this war. He won't want to win it if he has nothing left to fight for. When his godfather died, he started to shut himself away from the world. He needs someone in his life right now that can help him cope. I think I have a plan for you to win young Harry's affection again."
"I stared at him in shock."
"First you have to..."
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A/N: Sorry for ending it like this, but I couldn't give away the next Chapie. So sorry for all you that found the Hermione scene grody, I know I did, but it essential to my mini-plot. That, and I love slitting up the trio, they annoy me (Slytherin at heart). Please review if you liked it. Please review if you didn't like it. Please review if you feel indifferent.
**PREVIEW**
We must have sat there for about twenty minutes. Me sobbing, and Ron trying his best to comfort me. I finally calmed down and went to lunch.
We walked into the Great Hall just in time for Dumbledore's speech. ~That's odd, Dumbledore doesn't usually give speeches at lunch.~ He was on a small stage that I had never seen before. Some how, I knew this was going to be embarrassing...