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Serpentine Romeo
By Black Rapture
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Disclaimer: All Harry Potter characters, places, and objects belong to Warner Brothers and her majesty J.K. Rowling, Queen of All Literature. (King, of course, being J.R.R. Tolkien! Oh yeah, Legolas is a hottie!)
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I would swallow my pride,
I would choke on the rhines,
But the lack thereof would leave me empty inside.
I would swallow my doubt, turn it inside out,
Find nothing but faith in nothing.
Wanna put my tender heart in a blender,
Watch it spin round to a beautiful oblivion.
Rendezvous, and I'm through with you.
- Inside Out, Eve 6
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Chapter Six - Inside Out
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What in god's name had she just done? She sure as hell had not voluntarily kissed Draco Malfoy, the very spawn of all things evil and demented in the world. 'Oh Merlin, what the hell is the matter with me?' Hermione wondered.
She had finally managed to come to grips with the fact that she had an undeniable attraction to the stupid prat. Convinced that it was only lust, Hermione resolved to get it out of her system. Getting up from her bed, she grasped the bathroom doorknob firmly and marched inside.
And, of course, Draco had to be whacking himself off. Because situations with Draco always tended to be more complicated that they really needed to be. He was thoroughly absorbed in his activities, which was to be expected.
'Jesus, what am I going to do now?'
Hermione was very distracted by Draco's heavy breathing and the shower was rapidly becoming even more foggy. She collapsed onto the floor, completely relaxed and intoxicated by the sounds of Draco and the running water. Hermione was quickly getting very hot - to the point of indecency. Resisting the urge to rush back to her room and take a leaf from Draco's book was becoming quite difficult.
'Oh my god.' She moaned internally, beginning to rub at her heated neck and shoulders. Years of sexual frustration were slowly trying to escape from the carefully corked bottle that Hermione had placed them in.
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In the process of dealing with the problem that Hermione had so graciously bestowed upon him, Draco began to hear noises outside the shower. The rustle of fabric, the panting of something unidentifiable, and then an unmistakable, female moan. 'What in the name of Merlin was going on?'
Leaving the shower running, Draco slid back the shower door a crack to see none other than Hermione Granger on the floor of the bathroom, flushed and looking starved for affection. Her eyes closed and her head thrown back, he was able to sneak out of the shower quietly and approach her enticing form.
Wrapping a hand around her waist, Draco pulled Hermione to him, kissing her soundly on the lips. Things were getting very serious, very fast. Draco hadn't bothered to put a towel on, so was very much lacking in the clothes department, and Hermione's were disappearing at an alarming rate. 'Damn me and my proper upbringing.' Draco swore inwardly, pulling away.
"Hermione," He whispered. She opened her eyes sleepily, and they widened considerably. Something told Draco she had been in something of a dreamlike state. "As much as I'd love this to continue, I wouldn't want it to unless you were in full control of your judgement." He stood up and grabbed a towel, wrapping it around his waist, and handing her another one.
She took it and quickly covered herself, tucking her hair behind her ear nervously.
"Yes, well - thank you Draco. For being considerate, I mean," Hermione smiled. "Hopefully we can continue this another time." She kissed him again, quite passionately, before turning around and returning to her dorm.
Draco's equipment was going to be permanently wrecked thanks to that little vixen! After going back into his room, he locked all the doors so he was sure to be left alone to deal with his own issues.
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'Holy shit! I almost had sex with Draco Malfoy on the bathroom floor!' Hermione shrieked mentally. 'And it was fabulous!' She giggled very uncharacteristically and threw herself onto her bed. She laid there and began to process all that she had exactly seen.
After all, she had gottten quite a lengthy view of all of Draco before he retrieved that towel. What a sight that was! And her earlier comments about his manhood were very, very misguided indeed. Hermione blushed at the very thought, despite the fact that it was in her own head and no one was going to know about it.
Now she wasn't exactly sure what to do with herself. This was going a bit fast, wasn't it? Not that she had any complaints - quite the contrary, in fact. She was surprised that Draco had actually taken her feelings into consideration. How very sweet.
'Sweet?! Malfoy?' Hermione snorted. 'You are so going off the deep end.'
The next morning in Potions, Draco and Hermione worked quickly and efficiently on their assigned truth serum, and were well ahead of schedule. When Snape came by, he simply glared down at the potion as though it was the cause of all his problems, and then walked on with a swish of his cape.
Nothing very serious happened between them over the next few weeks - a few stolen kisses in the hallway, but nothing like that day in the bathroom. Until one day, she did not see Draco at all. Not at meals, or in any of their classes together - not even at the Prefect Meeting earlier that evening. She hurried back to their dorms, and knocked gently on his door.
Nothing.
She tried again.
Nothing.
Hermione took out her wand and whispered "Alohomora".
Still nothing.
She recalled the most powerful unlocking charm she knew and finally heard the lock click. She opened the door and peered inside. At first, his room looked normal, and she didn't see him. Until she noticed a lump in the middle of his bed. Hermione walked over and stifled a scream.
It was Draco. Bruised, bloodied, and unconscious. She climbed nearer to him on the bed and grasped his left arm, turning it over to expose his forearm. Her worst suspicions were confirmed. After undressing him carefully, and examining the full extent of his injuries, Hermione racked her brain for every healing spell she could think of.
She reduced the swelling, made the bruises less severe, healed the minor cuts, and snapped a few broken ribs back into place. After tucking him in, Hermione crawled into bed next to him and fell asleep, nightmares of red eyes and venomous snakes plaguing her dreams.
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Draco opened one eye. Who knew one movement could cause so much pain. His whole body was aching, his nerve endings on high alert. He didn't remember much. An owl from his father, a portkey, and the Dark Lord. He lifted up his arm with difficulty and started at the Dark Mark that now blemished his perfect skin. Draco looked down and saw that he was tucked into bed, with all his major injuries healed overnight. 'What the hell?' He wondered. 'Of course. Hermione.' He would have smiled if he was sure that the pain wouldn't have been unbearable.
He gritted his teeth and rolled over, right into the face of a sleeping Hermione. Draco reached out his hand and ran in down her face. Her eyelids fluttered and eventually opened. Her eyes widened and she bolted upright.
"Draco! Are you alright? How do you feel! What happened! Oh my god!" She shrieked. Draco rose an eyebrow, and instantly regretted it when pain shot through his temples. He winced. Hermione grabbed her wand from his nightstand and muttered a few things. Draco's pain instantly evaporated. He smiled and sat up to kiss her in thanks. But she turned her head to the side.
"What's the matter, love?"
"You're a Death Eater."
"Not by choice."
"So what're you going to do about it?"
"What d'you mean what am I going to do? I don't have much of a choice, do I?"
"You could talk to Dumbledore, maybe --"
"No, precious. Do you know who my father is? He would kill me without batting an eyelash."
"But, there has to be something you can do! I will not just let you be controlled by some evil, maniacal, psychotic, serpent-faced, jacked-up Darth Vader wannabe on a power trip." Hermione huffed. Draco would have laughed, if the conversation hadn't been so serious.
"Can we talk about it later?" Draco pleaded, kissing her softly. Hermione nodded, and they laid back down together to take another nap.
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Serpentine Romeo
By Black Rapture
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Disclaimer: All Harry Potter characters, places, and objects belong to Warner Brothers and her majesty J.K. Rowling, Queen of All Literature. (King, of course, being J.R.R. Tolkien! Oh yeah, Legolas is a hottie!)
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I would swallow my pride,
I would choke on the rhines,
But the lack thereof would leave me empty inside.
I would swallow my doubt, turn it inside out,
Find nothing but faith in nothing.
Wanna put my tender heart in a blender,
Watch it spin round to a beautiful oblivion.
Rendezvous, and I'm through with you.
- Inside Out, Eve 6
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Chapter Six - Inside Out
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What in god's name had she just done? She sure as hell had not voluntarily kissed Draco Malfoy, the very spawn of all things evil and demented in the world. 'Oh Merlin, what the hell is the matter with me?' Hermione wondered.
She had finally managed to come to grips with the fact that she had an undeniable attraction to the stupid prat. Convinced that it was only lust, Hermione resolved to get it out of her system. Getting up from her bed, she grasped the bathroom doorknob firmly and marched inside.
And, of course, Draco had to be whacking himself off. Because situations with Draco always tended to be more complicated that they really needed to be. He was thoroughly absorbed in his activities, which was to be expected.
'Jesus, what am I going to do now?'
Hermione was very distracted by Draco's heavy breathing and the shower was rapidly becoming even more foggy. She collapsed onto the floor, completely relaxed and intoxicated by the sounds of Draco and the running water. Hermione was quickly getting very hot - to the point of indecency. Resisting the urge to rush back to her room and take a leaf from Draco's book was becoming quite difficult.
'Oh my god.' She moaned internally, beginning to rub at her heated neck and shoulders. Years of sexual frustration were slowly trying to escape from the carefully corked bottle that Hermione had placed them in.
[-]
In the process of dealing with the problem that Hermione had so graciously bestowed upon him, Draco began to hear noises outside the shower. The rustle of fabric, the panting of something unidentifiable, and then an unmistakable, female moan. 'What in the name of Merlin was going on?'
Leaving the shower running, Draco slid back the shower door a crack to see none other than Hermione Granger on the floor of the bathroom, flushed and looking starved for affection. Her eyes closed and her head thrown back, he was able to sneak out of the shower quietly and approach her enticing form.
Wrapping a hand around her waist, Draco pulled Hermione to him, kissing her soundly on the lips. Things were getting very serious, very fast. Draco hadn't bothered to put a towel on, so was very much lacking in the clothes department, and Hermione's were disappearing at an alarming rate. 'Damn me and my proper upbringing.' Draco swore inwardly, pulling away.
"Hermione," He whispered. She opened her eyes sleepily, and they widened considerably. Something told Draco she had been in something of a dreamlike state. "As much as I'd love this to continue, I wouldn't want it to unless you were in full control of your judgement." He stood up and grabbed a towel, wrapping it around his waist, and handing her another one.
She took it and quickly covered herself, tucking her hair behind her ear nervously.
"Yes, well - thank you Draco. For being considerate, I mean," Hermione smiled. "Hopefully we can continue this another time." She kissed him again, quite passionately, before turning around and returning to her dorm.
Draco's equipment was going to be permanently wrecked thanks to that little vixen! After going back into his room, he locked all the doors so he was sure to be left alone to deal with his own issues.
[-]
'Holy shit! I almost had sex with Draco Malfoy on the bathroom floor!' Hermione shrieked mentally. 'And it was fabulous!' She giggled very uncharacteristically and threw herself onto her bed. She laid there and began to process all that she had exactly seen.
After all, she had gottten quite a lengthy view of all of Draco before he retrieved that towel. What a sight that was! And her earlier comments about his manhood were very, very misguided indeed. Hermione blushed at the very thought, despite the fact that it was in her own head and no one was going to know about it.
Now she wasn't exactly sure what to do with herself. This was going a bit fast, wasn't it? Not that she had any complaints - quite the contrary, in fact. She was surprised that Draco had actually taken her feelings into consideration. How very sweet.
'Sweet?! Malfoy?' Hermione snorted. 'You are so going off the deep end.'
The next morning in Potions, Draco and Hermione worked quickly and efficiently on their assigned truth serum, and were well ahead of schedule. When Snape came by, he simply glared down at the potion as though it was the cause of all his problems, and then walked on with a swish of his cape.
Nothing very serious happened between them over the next few weeks - a few stolen kisses in the hallway, but nothing like that day in the bathroom. Until one day, she did not see Draco at all. Not at meals, or in any of their classes together - not even at the Prefect Meeting earlier that evening. She hurried back to their dorms, and knocked gently on his door.
Nothing.
She tried again.
Nothing.
Hermione took out her wand and whispered "Alohomora".
Still nothing.
She recalled the most powerful unlocking charm she knew and finally heard the lock click. She opened the door and peered inside. At first, his room looked normal, and she didn't see him. Until she noticed a lump in the middle of his bed. Hermione walked over and stifled a scream.
It was Draco. Bruised, bloodied, and unconscious. She climbed nearer to him on the bed and grasped his left arm, turning it over to expose his forearm. Her worst suspicions were confirmed. After undressing him carefully, and examining the full extent of his injuries, Hermione racked her brain for every healing spell she could think of.
She reduced the swelling, made the bruises less severe, healed the minor cuts, and snapped a few broken ribs back into place. After tucking him in, Hermione crawled into bed next to him and fell asleep, nightmares of red eyes and venomous snakes plaguing her dreams.
[-]
Draco opened one eye. Who knew one movement could cause so much pain. His whole body was aching, his nerve endings on high alert. He didn't remember much. An owl from his father, a portkey, and the Dark Lord. He lifted up his arm with difficulty and started at the Dark Mark that now blemished his perfect skin. Draco looked down and saw that he was tucked into bed, with all his major injuries healed overnight. 'What the hell?' He wondered. 'Of course. Hermione.' He would have smiled if he was sure that the pain wouldn't have been unbearable.
He gritted his teeth and rolled over, right into the face of a sleeping Hermione. Draco reached out his hand and ran in down her face. Her eyelids fluttered and eventually opened. Her eyes widened and she bolted upright.
"Draco! Are you alright? How do you feel! What happened! Oh my god!" She shrieked. Draco rose an eyebrow, and instantly regretted it when pain shot through his temples. He winced. Hermione grabbed her wand from his nightstand and muttered a few things. Draco's pain instantly evaporated. He smiled and sat up to kiss her in thanks. But she turned her head to the side.
"What's the matter, love?"
"You're a Death Eater."
"Not by choice."
"So what're you going to do about it?"
"What d'you mean what am I going to do? I don't have much of a choice, do I?"
"You could talk to Dumbledore, maybe --"
"No, precious. Do you know who my father is? He would kill me without batting an eyelash."
"But, there has to be something you can do! I will not just let you be controlled by some evil, maniacal, psychotic, serpent-faced, jacked-up Darth Vader wannabe on a power trip." Hermione huffed. Draco would have laughed, if the conversation hadn't been so serious.
"Can we talk about it later?" Draco pleaded, kissing her softly. Hermione nodded, and they laid back down together to take another nap.
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